Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

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Bambi and Amanda were the next two performers in the underage lesbian striptease taking place in the penthouse suite of the Playa del Mar.

The 10-year-old blonde lookalikes, jokingly referred to as twins, came out of the bedroom hand in hand, strolling along slowly, not looking at the audience but instead gazing into each other’s eyes. They were dressed identically, in dainty bralettes and panties, powder blue with lace trim.

A collective sigh diffused through the audience. It was hard to imagine a more alluring sight than two young girls on the cusp of pubescence — their long shapely legs, those little bottoms starting to become rounder. The flimsy bras they wore wouldn’t support much, but that was fine because they didn’t have much to support, only the barest of swellings topped by puffy nipples.

The girls came to the center of the spotlighted circle and turned to face one another. They paused, then leaned in slowly and kissed. That was all they did for the next several minutes, simply held each other and kissed. But that was more than enough to wildly arouse the lustful women who were watching them.

Those who had stopped masturbating during the break quickly resumed, and those who had never stopped were now getting close to orgasm. The room was heavy with the aroma of feminine arousal, with groans of desire, with the squishy sounds of fingers plunging into wet pussies.

And finally something changed in the center. Both girls turned toward the audience, Amanda standing in front, Bambi directly behind her, peering over her shoulder. They made eye contact with their mothers and with the other women, smiling coquettishly.

Bambi’s hands were on Amanda’s upper arms. Now one hand moved to cover and hold a tiny breast as the other slid down across the girl’s flat tummy and between her legs, cupping her vulva. Amanda turned her face toward Bambi’s. They kissed again, closing their eyes, moaning in pleasure.

“Oh my god,” Tina gasped.

The little blondes kissed a while longer, and the women masturbated. As a long kiss ended, their lips parting, Bambi placed both hands at the bottom of her friend’s bralette and pulled it up, revealing her sharply pointed nipples. Another heavy sigh from the audience, wet fingers moving faster.

Bambi lifted the feather-light garment over Amanda’s head and dropped it to the floor. Still standing behind the girl, she reached under her arms to fondle her buds, fingers playing with the erect nipples. They kissed again, eyes closed, clearly enamored of one another.

Now a hand slid down once more across the belly, toward the crotch. But this time Bambi slipped her hand inside the lacy blue panties. The women heard a small cry from Amanda as they saw Bambi’s fingers working there, stroking her friend’s pussy.

Tina climaxed. So did Carol, then Stacie. It was contagious. Angela wasn’t far behind them, and then Sheila came again as well.

The night was barely getting started, the entertainment just underway, and already six orgasms had been achieved. There would be many more to come.

After fondling Amanda for a minute or so, Bambi drew her hand out, then gripped the undies on either side and slowly pulled them down. The child’s puffy hairless slit came into view.

Bridget came. So did Eve.

When Amanda was nude, the girls switched position, Bambi coming to the front. They repeated the performance — more kissing and fondling, Amanda playing with her friend’s smooth young body, removing her little bralette, toying with her nipples, putting her hand inside her panties, rubbing her pussy.

Stephanie and Veronica both climaxed at that point, and Angela came for a second time too. Now all the moms had reached orgasm, some more than once.

Amanda pulled Bambi’s panties down and off. Both girls were naked. Standing side by side, holding hands, they smiled at the audience, acknowledging the applause, then turned to face each other again, bringing their mouths together. They embraced tightly, kissing wetly, hearing loud cheers, even some whistles. And that was their final kiss. They finished up, bowed, and then skipped back toward the bedroom, the door closing behind them.

Another short intermission for the audience, a chance to catch their breath, lick their fingers, laugh a little and share their joy. This one did not last long, though. The women were surprised when, after less than half a minute, the door suddenly burst open — and with a piercing shriek Debby came bolting out, followed immediately by Kelly, who was chasing her.

The two raced around the room, behind the chairs, around the sofa, over the sofa, back in front of the chairs, into the circle of light and then just as quickly out again, both screaming loudly the whole time. Debby was pretending to be terrified, although there was never really the slightest doubt that it was all in fun, of course, as the girls couldn’t help laughing more than anything else.

Kelly pursued her prey around the back of the chairs again, then across the room to the grand piano and behind it, finally catching up with her there. That was when they heard the first rip of fabric and the loudest shriek yet. Angela worried for a moment that someone on another floor might become alarmed and call security. She briefly wondered if she should ask the kids to tone it down, but then decided not to bother. Whatever happened would happen, so just let them have their fun.

When Debby came racing out from the behind the piano with Kelly on her heels, her blouse was open, one sleeve partially torn, the other completely gone. Her chest was now exposed, though at only 9 years old she had no boobs to bounce as she ran around the room. Kelly caught her again behind the chairs, this time pulling her elastic-waist skirt down and off as the audience swiveled around to watch the action.

Both girls were barefoot, and now Debby was just in pink flowered panties and part of a blouse. Giggling almost uncontrollably while doing her best to scream, the little girl managed to get up and run away again, her young lover in pursuit.

They ended up in the center of the illuminated area, Debby falling to the floor, Kelly pouncing on her. In seconds, the blouse was off, then the panties, and the child was naked. Kelly got to her feet, standing over her, panting, staring down at the girl. Debby’s eyes shone with excitement.

After pausing a moment, the teen grabbed her own blouse and tore it open, buttons flying off and clattering to the floor. She wore no bra. Her small pink nipples were stiffly erect. She opened her shorts and briskly pushed them down along with her panties. Now Kelly was nude as well.

The women had been so captivated by the dramatic spectacle that they could scarcely take a breath, let alone think about masturbating. But now as Kelly lowered herself onto the naked girl, and as Debby eagerly wrapped her arms and legs around Kelly, locking her ankles above her bottom, and as their mouths came together and they kissed, tongues entwining, the erotic stimulation was too much to ignore. Fingers quickly got busy again, rubbing hard clits and sliding inside wet vaginas.

Clinging to each other, groping and kissing, Debby and Kelly rolled around on the floor in front of the moms. They fell onto their sides, humping madly, then straightened up again with Kelly on top. Both girls were breathing heavily, moaning as they kissed.

And now something else happened. Without ever breaking the kiss, keeping their mouths glued together, Kelly pushed herself up to a sitting position, Debby perched on her lap. She got to her knees with the child’s legs wrapped around her waist and her arms around her neck, and then somehow managed to gracefully stand up. For such a petite girl, Kelly was surprisingly strong and athletic.

Finally ending the kiss, she stepped toward the spectators, approaching the mom at the far end of the row. It was Angela. With her hands gripping Debby’s bottom, Kelly pulled her cheeks apart, exhibiting her puckered anus. Moving as close as she could to Angela, the teen slid her fingers in deeper, finding Debby’s smooth labia and then separating the lips, opening them to expose the little girl’s moist pink vagina.

“Fuck…” Angela sighed, her fingers moving rapidly between her own legs. By leaning forward only a few inches, she was able to put her mouth right on Debby’s pussy. She licked the child, tasting her juices, then slid her tongue up to the girl’s anus, licking there too. Angela felt Debby shudder above her.

Kelly moved to the next mom in the row. It was Tina. Again the teenager offered the little girl’s nakedness, her sex organs, to the woman. And as Tina leaned in to have her own taste of the virginal pussy and asshole, Kelly heard Angela reach climax.

She went down the line, giving all of them a chance to kiss and lick the child. Debby shivered with pleasure each time, obviously becoming extremely excited, breathing faster and faster, her fingernails digging into Kelly’s shoulders as she clung to her. Some of the moms not only caressed Debby with their tongues and lips but also put a hand between Kelly’s legs, stroking her as well. Kelly liked that. There were several other climaxes too, sometimes as the women were tonguing Debby’s pussy, but usually after.

At the end was Bridget, Debby’s mother. She placed both hands on her daughter’s bottom, squeezing her little cheeks. She kissed each of the cheeks and then licked her anus for a moment, before pressing her tongue up inside Debby’s warm vagina as far as it would go, tasting her, sucking her juices.

Kelly felt Debby’s whole body suddenly tense up, and she thought she might be getting ready to come. The little girl shivered all over, whimpering slightly, her arms squeezing Kelly’s neck — but that was all. She hadn’t yet experienced her first orgasm.

“I love you, Debby,” Bridget whispered.

“I love you too, Mommy,” the child replied in a small voice.

Kelly retreated to the center of the circle, patting Debby on the back, encouraging her to turn around and look at the audience. She did, smiling shyly. The women clapped and cheered, some of them standing. Bridget wiped tears of happiness from her eyes. Then Debby and Kelly went back to the bedroom, closing the door behind them.

It was a longer break this time. Nearly everyone got up to stretch. Only Sheila remained seated, continuing to masturbate. Angela once again offered wine or cognac, and again no one accepted. Thirst was still not a priority.

After a couple of minutes, the door slowly opened. The women quickly returned to their seats, waiting, watching, excited to see what would come next.

A long, slender, perfectly shaped leg extended out into the room. The leg was encased in a sheer black stocking. At the end was a black pump with three-inch heels. All the moms cheered, a few adding catcalls. The leg gyrated enticingly, toe pointed, to more loud cheers. Then the leg withdrew, and after what seemed like a long pause — with everyone holding their breath — Paige glided seductively into the room.

The girl was wearing a gauzy black blouse under which a black bra could be seen, along with a black knit miniskirt and long black gloves. She walked surprisingly well in the high heels, apparently having practiced. Her already beautiful face was heavily made up, accenting her gorgeous features. She had the stunning look of a runway model, indeed she easily could have been one. The applause was deafening.

After walking once to the end of the line, passing close in front of the chairs, the 11-year-old went to the center of the circle, where she proceeded to execute a classic striptease. Swaying sinuously in time with the music, she began by removing her gloves, very slowly, first one then the other, leering and biting the gloves, finally throwing them to the women. Sheila caught the first, Eve the second.

Next Paige opened her blouse, a button at a time, pausing between each one, building the anticipation. When it was off, she tossed the blouse aside, then turned away, standing with her long legs spread wide apart, her back to the audience. Reaching behind her, she unhooked the bra, fumbling only briefly with the unfamiliar catch. She shrugged the bra from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, then placed her hands on her hips. Turning her head, peering back over her shoulder, she licked her lips, then winked at the cheering moms. They went wild.

The tight skirt had an elastic waistband. There was nothing to unfasten, so Paige just tugged it slowly down, shimmying it over her slim hips. Underneath she wore a black g-string. Her flawless bottom was completely visible, and utterly irresistible.

After stepping out of the skirt, she bent deeply forward at the waist, running her hands down her legs, stroking the sheer nylon of her black thigh high stockings. She brought her hands up between her legs, trying to look enticing the way she’d been coached by the older girls, but she wasn’t entirely convincing, still a bit awkward. With that body, though, at that perfect age, no one was complaining.

Paige hadn’t shown her bare breasts to the audience yet, and she remembered that was supposed to be next. Before turning around, however, she crossed her arms over her chest, placing her hands on her little buds, covering them. Then she eased around, smiling coyly, loving the loud calls she heard, begging her to show them what she had.

Perhaps it was due to her artistic nature, but in any case Paige turned out to be a natural at stripping. She licked her lips again, running her tongue all around, leering, driving the women insane with lust. She caressed and massaged her tiny breasts, making the sensitive nipples throb, then finally dropped her hands to her sides, thrusting out her chest, exhibiting herself.

It wasn’t easy to clap and masturbate at the same time, so most of the ovation she received was vocal, although a few of the women did try slapping their thighs or pounding the arms of their chairs to make more noise. Paige ate it all up.

Next she hooked her thumbs into the g-string, stretching the elastic, swaying and teasing, feinting as if she was just about to take it off. While doing this, she turned once in a slow complete rotation, showing off her luscious body. And then at last, to the great relief of the horny moms, she slid the bit of fabric all the way down her legs and stepped out of it. Straightening up, she held her arms out, posing, smiling, reveling in the adulation. Sheila climaxed again as she stared at the girl’s naked body. Eve came too, then Veronica, then Carol.

But Paige wasn’t quite done. For the final move, for her big finish, she placed both hands between her legs, rubbing her fingers along the sides of her smooth labia. Simply seeing her do that made Stacie come, and Stephanie too. Tina climaxed came a moment later, then Bridget just after her.

Paige continued rubbing herself, although at this point only on the outside of her vulva. She stroked and squeezed, loving the sensations, feeling that wonderful frantic buzzing in her center, the bees going crazy inside. She could tell she was making honey too, as she called it, lots of honey. There was a heaviness within her, and she knew that as soon as she opened her pussy lips, they would see it. The sweetness would come dripping out.

And now it was time. She didn’t want to wait any longer. She placed the middle finger of her right hand just at the top of her slit, preparing to slide it down and inside. But then she stopped and looked up. Paige really wanted eye contact when she did this. She saw, however, that fewer than half of the women were looking at her. The others all had their eyes tightly shut, deeply engrossed in their orgasms. That made her smile. Her mom was looking at her, though, and so was Sheila, and so was Angela. That would be enough.

Licking her lips, gazing into their eyes, she pushed the finger down. It slipped easily between her lubricated lips. She was so wet inside! Drawing her finger slowly out, she raised it to the audience, letting them see the gooey liquid dripping off.

Angela came. Sheila came again.

Keeping her eyes locked with her mother’s, Paige brought the finger to her mouth, sucking on it, tasting her juices. Eve came again.

That was the end of Paige’s performance. She didn’t want to have an orgasm yet — well, she did want to, very much, but that wasn’t part of the plan — so she gave a nice smile and a little curtsy and then exited toward the bedroom.

Continue on to Chapter 49