Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

We were happy to discover that the sauna was empty, no one else in there. In fact, the whole hotel wasn’t very crowded. I guess it was out of season, with summer over and school started and no snow yet for skiing or anything. Most of the people there seemed to be attending the seminar.

We sat together on a wooden bench, enjoying the heat for a minute or so. Then Allie said, “Hmm, I don’t really know, but can I ask you guys something?”

“Sure,” I replied. “What is it, Alli— I mean, Fucker?”

She grinned at me, then went on, “Well, in Sweden, or wherever, you know, they take saunas a lot and shit… don’t they do it naked? Isn’t that supposed to be better for you or something?”

“Umm…” I wasn’t sure what to say.

Kate was nodding eagerly. I knew what she wanted.

“Well, uh, yeah, I guess you’re right,” I said. “I think maybe it is supposed to be better.”

My sister looked at the door. She got up and walked over to it. There was a latch that could be turned for privacy, meaning no one else could come in without a pass key. She turned the knob, locking the door, then came back to us, grinning. “So, you wanna do it?”

“Do what?” I asked stupidly.

“You know, take off our suits!”

Allie looked at me, smiling brightly. Apparently she would be willing, and Kate obviously was, so I said, “Well, sure, I guess, why not?”

We stripped out of our suits and left them in a pile at the end of the bench. Then we sat again, with Allie in the middle. For another minute or two, no one said anything. Our bodies were beginning to sweat, our skin glowing. A couple of times I glanced down between Allie’s legs. I still couldn’t see much hair there, maybe just a tiny patch on her mound, but it was very light and sparse.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, savoring the unusual sensation, like being baked in an oven. It made me feel limp, relaxed, sort of drowsy — but also alert and sensitive, as if all my nerves were wide awake. That might sound like a contradiction, and maybe it is, but that’s how I felt.

A voice startled me from my reverie. Allie said, “Do you guys ever……”

I raised my head and turned toward her. “Do we… ever what?”

She smiled and looked down at the floor, then back up again. “Well, like — you heard me say I have two moms, right?”

I nodded and Kate did too.

“That’s ‘cuz they’re lesbians, you know? And like, I was wondering… do either of you guys ever think about shit like that? I mean, about other girls or anything?”

Kate grinned at me. I shook my head quickly, frowning at her.

Oh my god, I thought, if Allie only knew the real truth about us. But we couldn’t possibly tell her all that, could we? What would she say if she knew not only that we were lesbians, but that Kate and I were lovers, and that we had sex with our little sister too, who was only 9, not to mention with our mother? I was sure she would be horrified, or at the very least shocked.

On the other hand, she hadn’t asked us about anything like that. All she’d asked was if we ever thought about girls. We could certainly answer that honestly without revealing any of the rest of it.

All this went through my head in the space of about two seconds. I cleared my throat and said, “Um, yeah, I… I think about girls sometimes. A lot, actually.”

“Me too,” Kate nodded eagerly.

Allie smiled, then looked at the floor again. She was leaning forward on her hands, swinging her bare feet. Her legs were long and slender, perfectly shaped. Damn, she was so smoking hot. I really wanted her.

After a brief pause, she said, “Do you ever wonder how it would feel… to kiss another girl?”

“I do!” Kate instantly responded, her eyes bright. My sister’s enthusiasm made me chuckle. I simply nodded in reply.

“I think about it too, a hell of a lot,” said Allie. “I mean, I really can’t fucking help it every time I hear or see my moms, you know, doing what they do.”

I wondered what she meant by ‘doing what they do’ — what exactly did her two moms do in front of this girl?

Allie glanced up at me. “So, have you ever done it?”

“Done what?”

“You know, kissed a girl.”

I didn’t see any harm in admitting that. “Uh-huh. Yeah, I have.”

She sat quietly, looking into my eyes, not saying a word. Then she licked her lips again, running her wet pink tongue all around her mouth. I felt another deep shiver of lust. Even though it was already very warm inside the sauna, I could feel my cheeks burning. I was consumed with desire for Allie, for Fucker.

I lifted my hand, the one closest to her. I held it — suspended barely above her long smooth back, not quite touching her yet. A smile twitched at the sides of her mouth. I saw the tiniest nod, and it seemed she was giving me permission.

I touched her. I heard a sharp intake of breath. Allie shut her eyes, biting her lip. I slid my fingers very slowly down her back, the tips grazing over her skin, gathering beads of perspiration, feeling the silky softness of her. I reached her bottom, tight and firm and small. I heard a moan as I let my fingers slip between her cheeks.

The girl was bending toward me now, listing as would a ship with a leak collecting fluids in the hold. Her eyes remained closed, but her lips were parted. She raised her chin. Her lovely face was flushed, shiny with sweat. I leaned toward her, drawn like a magnet. Our mouths met.

Have you ever kissed a girl? If you’re a guy reading this, I assume you probably have at some point. But if you’re a girl or a woman reading this, then there might be good chance you haven’t. I mean, obviously you could have kissed your mother or one of your relatives or whatever, but not really kissed them, as in a sexual way — unless you’re very, very lucky, like me and Kate and Molly.

There’s something about kissing a girl that is almost indescribable… the softness of her skin and her lips, that girl/woman smell she has whether she’s wearing perfume or not, the little feminine sounds she might make, the gentle feel of her breath, the perfect sweet taste of her tongue… until you’ve done it, you can’t even imagine how awesome it is.

Now, take all those things and then realize they don’t come close to describing what it was like for me kissing Allie, or should I say ‘Fucker’. It was all the above multiplied by infinity.

If I’d been able to think clearly at the time, I might have asked myself how it could be that this girl who supposedly had never kissed another girl was driving me absolutely insane with her mouth. She was sooo good at it, as good as anyone I’ve ever kissed, and that includes my mom and my sisters who are all totally amazing.

The thing is, though, I didn’t ask myself that question or wonder about anything at all, because I was completely blown away by Fucker. I was incapable of rational thought, melted into nothing but a tongue and a pair of lips that were ravenously hungry for her pretty mouth.

At last, after who knows how long — five minutes? five months? — Fucker slowly pulled away, breaking the kiss. And I must confess to you, dear reader, that I literally lunged toward her, desperate for more. My over-the-top reaction was enough to make Kate laugh out loud, and that sound finally jolted me back to reality.

When I blinked my eyes open, I was surprised to find Kate standing right in front of us, her cute naked body only inches away. And she wasn’t simply standing there either. She had a hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy. She must have gotten up to watch us kiss and then started masturbating at some point.

Fucker was gazing at my sister, watching as her fingers played with her clit. I glanced up at Kate — and when her eyes met mine, she reacted with a start.

“Oh!” She looked down at her hand, evidently surprised to discover what she was doing. “Oh shit, sorry, I, I don’t —”

“It’s all right, it’s totally fucking cool,” said Fucker. “I masturbate all the time. I mean, like all the fucking time, you know?”

She smiled and leaned back, lifting her feet onto the edge of the wooden bench, spreading her slim legs apart. She began to play with herself.

“Wow,” Kate giggled, staring at Fucker’s pussy. “Man, that’s… yeah, I masturbate all the time too!”

She’d removed her hand from her crotch, but now she put it back, sliding a finger up inside her juicy cunt, fucking herself.

I sat for a moment, just watching them. It was so hot seeing these two young girls, an 11-year-old and a 12-year-old, naked and rubbing themselves. My hand went between my own legs. Then I stood up. I wanted a better view of Fucker’s little pussy while I masturbated.

When she saw me looking down at her, Fucker grinned and spread her legs even wider. Using her fingers, she carefully opened her labia, showing us that moist pink center.

She looked at our faces, glancing from one to the other. Then, with her eyes locked on mine, the sexy girl licked her lips again, swirling her tongue all around. I almost came right then. It was amazing how fast I was getting close.

Fucker smiled at me, then peered down between her own legs. Kate and I watched as she pushed a finger just inside her tight vagina, up to the first knuckle. With her other hand, she teased her clit. Of course my sister and I were not only watching, we were both masturbating too.

My fingers moved fast between my legs. I began to feel that swelling, pulsing, swirling, tingling, magic sensation coming up from deep inside. I shut my eyes, took a deep breath — yes, yes, almost, almost — but no, not quite, not yet. I was right there, though, right on the edge.

I opened my eyes and saw Fucker staring at my fingers, watching me masturbate. She looked at me, then at Kate, her gaze going back and forth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I could hear her whispering as she tickled her clit.

I glanced at my sister. She was fucking herself fast and hard while staring down between the other girl’s legs, watching her masturbate. Kate was totally covered in sweat, her tanned skin glowing.

We were all three perspiring heavily, partly from the heat of the sauna but also from the heat of our arousal. And I could smell our juices too. I closed my eyes again, breathing in deeply through my nose.

The aroma was very strong, young girl pussy — and when I thought those words, the instant they went through my mind, I climaxed.

Kate came too, right after me, and then, maybe half a minute later, as I was coming down from my high, Fucker reached orgasm.

Goddamn, it was so exciting to watch that girl — legs spread wide, fingering herself, playing with her pussy, climaxing loudly. As her body shuddered repeatedly in tremendous spasms, I saw a dribble of gooey white fluids oozing out of her cunt and down into her ass.

My sister and I glanced at each other, smiling. Kate giggled. I winked at her.

Fucker finally opened her eyes, looking up at us. She relaxed her legs, stretching them out. “Fuck, that was good,” she grinned, licking her fingers.

We stayed that way for several moments: a tableau of three naked girls, gleaming with sweat, breathing hard, our faces glowing in post-orgasmic bliss.

Then Kate shook her head. Drops of perspiration flew off the ends of her short brown hair.

“God, it’s so fucking hot,” she remarked. “Maybe we should get the hell out of here.”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “You might be right. I don’t think it’s healthy to stay inside too long.”

A thought struck me. “You know, in like Sweden or Scandinavia, places like that, they go straight from the sauna and run and jump naked into the fjord where it’s freezing cold. I read about it.”

“Really?” my sister asked. “What’s a fee-yore?”

“A fjord,” I grinned. “It’s like a deep lake, really cold.”

Kate chuckled, “So why don’t we run outside and jump in Lake Tahoe?”

“No fucking way!” exclaimed Fucker. We all laughed.

“But, I mean, I guess we could put on our suits and jump in the swimming pool,” I suggested. “You wanna do that?”

“Sure,” Fucker nodded.

“We could even do it naked,” Kate leered.

I smiled, “Well, yeah, but I don’t want to, you know, cause trouble for Aunt Barbara. Maybe no one would care, but I don’t think we should take any chances.”

“I guess you’re right,” my sister agreed.

“Okay, so let’s get the fuck out of here,” said Fucker. She reached over and grabbed our suits. “Which one of these is mine…?”

“I don’t think it matters,” I said. “I mean, I think they’re all the same size and stuff.”

Fucker shrugged, apparently agreeing. She handed one of the dark blue suits to me and one to Kate. We pulled them on and found our flip-flops, then unlatched the door and headed for the pool.

The cool air outside the sauna felt fantastic. I breathed in deeply, filling my lungs. Then I looked down at my chest. My nipples were incredibly hard, poking out like fingers through the thin fabric. I smiled to myself and checked out the other girls. Their nipples were just as taut and visible as mine. Yummy!

No one else was using the pool. There was an attendant behind a glassed-in booth, a middle-aged woman who appeared bored.

We walked to the deep end, setting our towels on some chairs behind us. Standing on the edge, holding hands, we looked at each other.

“Are you ready? One – two – THREE!”

“Whoop!!”  

I guess the pool was heated, it must have been, but after the sauna it felt like ice. We squealed and giggled and shivered, hugging each other.

Kate proposed a race to warm ourselves up. Fucker and I agreed, but only one lap, up to the shallow end and back. My sister won easily, of course. She was definitely the best athlete among us.

As we were trying to catch our breath at the end of the race, holding onto the sides, I felt someone rubbing my butt. It was Fucker. She smiled at me. I put a hand on her bottom too, squeezing her tight cheeks. She gave me a quick kiss, then turned to the other side, to Kate.

Switching hands, so she could keep a grip on the edge of the pool, Fucker fondled Kate under the water. They kissed.

Even after the race, I was still feeling chilled. If the goddamn pool was heated, it wasn’t very heated. My teeth chattered.

“Do y-you g-guys wanna g-go to the hot tub?” I asked.

“Shit yeah,” said Fucker. “Th-that sounds great.”

We climbed out and wrapped ourselves in the big towels, shivering.

“Where is it?” Kate swiveled her head around, looking for the hot tub.

“I’m not sure, but… you know what? I think I have an even better idea,” I said to them, feeling inspired.

“What is it?”

“Well, um, we could go up to the suite, you know, to Aunt Barbara’s suite. Put our clothes back on and go up there.”

“Hell yeah,” Kate grinned, “I like that idea a lot.”

I looked at Fucker. “Is that all right with you? Wanna do that?”

“A suite?” she blinked.

“Yeah, like I said, our aunt is kind of important, a VP, so she has this really awesome suite, you know, a bunch of rooms all together.”

“It’s totally fucking awesome,” Kate told Fucker. “You should see it.”

“All right,” the girl shrugged. “I’m up for that.”

We hurried back to the lockers, eager to get out of our wet bathing suits. When we got inside, Kate looked around. Again, there was nobody else there. Except for us, the place was empty.

“Come on,” she said, grabbing my hand. She dragged me toward the showers. Fucker followed us.

Kate tossed her towel onto a bench just outside the shower area. She started stripping out of her suit. “A quick hot shower first, wash off all the chlorine, then get dressed, okay?”

“Good thinking,” I nodded, pulling the stretchy straps from my shoulders. Fucker got naked too, and we went inside.

Mostly we did take a shower, soaping up and washing off the chlorine, but we also got a little playful, kissing each other, touching and teasing. We all sort of knew we couldn’t go much further, not then, not there — but once we got up to the suite and had complete privacy, who could tell what might happen?

Continue on to Chapter 3