Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

As our mother was frying sausages in the morning, and I was flipping french toast, Molly came into the kitchen.

“Mommy, can we go horseback riding today?” she asked.

“Again?” My mom comically rubbed her sore backside, sending me a wink. “Well, I suppose, if you really want to. Does Chelsea want to go, too?”

“Uh-huh.”

So, after a late breakfast (we’d all slept in), the three adults and two younger girls went out on horses for the day, taking along a picnic lunch. Sage and Kate and I stayed behind at the cabin, and you’ll never guess what happened. Or maybe you will.

Around noon, Shepard and Rachel came strolling along the shore, eying the canoes. We were sitting outside in lawn chairs, drinking Cokes and eating chips. Kate had her frisbee and we’d played with it a little bit, but mostly Sage and I just wanted to sit and talk. That was all I really felt like doing at the time — until I saw those other girls, that is — then I wanted to go pick blackberries, ha-ha!

Kate ran down and got them, bringing Rachel and Shepard up to meet Sage. I wondered what they might think about that. They’d been noticeably bothered a couple of days earlier when I was introduced to the mix. Now they were being asked to include a much older girl, a teenager, practically a grownup!

But it seemed like they were prepared to go along with it, no problem. Maybe it was because we’d all enjoyed the kissing so much the other day and they were ready for anything.

We took two canoes this time, Sage and I in one, the younger girls in the other. Kate led the way, of course. We paddled slowly across the lake to the familiar sheltered inlet and tethered the canoes, then hiked up the narrow path.

Kate took us a little farther, going beyond the sunny area with the big boulders and deeper into the woods. Finally we came to a spot higher up that was partially shaded by trees but offered an even better view of the lake and the mountains beyond. It was really beautiful.

“This is awesome,” I said to my sister. “How did you know about this place?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know, we just found it that first day when we hiked up here. The blackberries are over there,” she pointed, “do you want some?”

“Not now,” I grinned. “Maybe later. Right now I want to kiss Shepard.”

The skinny, freckled, soon-to-be sixth grader returned my grin and stepped toward me. I saw Sage’s eyebrows go up. Kate and I hadn’t told her yet about our sexy adventures with these girls — but she was soon to find out.

Shepard and I kissed and groped and humped for a few minutes while the others watched, and then Kate and Rachel did the same. When they finished, giggling and wiping their mouths, we all turned to look at Sage.

“Who do you want to kiss?” Kate asked her.

The older girl stood rooted in place, her eyes flitting between us. I could only imagine what was going through her mind. Finally she licked her lips, then swallowed, nodding toward Shepard. “Um, her, I guess.”

We spent the next hour or so kissing each other, everyone getting a chance with everyone else. It got pretty hot at times, especially where Shepard was concerned. That girl loved humping, eagerly riding my leg while we kissed. The third time she got together with Sage, I thought she might even come, grinding on her as hard as she was. But I don’t think she really did.

After a while we took a little break, walking down the slope a short way to the blackberry bushes, enjoying the sweet treats. Then we were ready for more kissing.

Except now Sage had some other ideas. “You want to see my boobs?” she asked Shepard.

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. And can I see yours too?”

“Well, but, I don’t really have any, I mean, practically nothing, not like…” she nodded at Sage’s ample chest.

“That’s okay. I just want to see ‘em anyway. Let’s take off our shirts, all right?”

Shepard shrugged. “Okay.”

And so we all pulled off our t-shirts. Sage was the only one wearing a bra. She removed it and dropped it on top of her shirt.

We stood looking at each other. I’d already seen Sage and Kate, of course, so I was mostly interested in checking out the other two girls. Rachel had very nice little buds with puffy pink nipples, while Shepard was nearly flat-chested, only the merest swelling beneath her small nipples. She seemed sort of embarrassed about it, a change from her normally outgoing demeanor.

I smiled at her. “You know what? I really like girls who look like you, who have almost nothing there. It turns me on. I like little girls.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Julie’s a perv,” Kate chuckled. “She loves little girls who have no boobs at all and no pussy hair or anything like that.”

Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. I felt myself blushing. But I was willing to be honest about it.

I winked at Kate, then nodded at Shepard and Rachel. “That’s true, I do. I like little girls a lot. I like older girls too, though, like you guys.” Turning to Sage, I added, “And teenagers. I really like hot teenage girls, and sexy women.”

“Only women, though, and girls?” Rachel asked.

“Uh-huh,” I told her. “I’m a lesbian.”

“Wow,” the girl frowned. “How do you know?”

I shrugged. “Well, I get really excited whenever I look at a pretty girl, like you. And when I, you know, when I have fantasies and stuff, when I masturbate, it’s always girls or women I think about, never boys. I’m a lesbian.”

Shepard said, “I think I am too.”

“I know I am,” pronounced Kate.

Rachel didn’t make any comment.

Sage didn’t either at first, but after pondering a moment she told us, “I don’t know, I… I like girls, but I think I like boys too. I guess maybe I’m, you know, bisexual or something.”

Everyone appeared to think that was fine, but now no one seemed to know what to do next. We just stood there staring at each other, at our exposed chests.

Finally Sage grinned at Shepard. “Do you want to touch my boobs?”

“Can I?”

“Sure.” She crooked her finger at the younger girl. “Come here.”

Shepard approached Sage, who took both hands in hers and placed them over her breasts.

“Wow,” sighed Shepard, lightly squeezing.

“Do you like ‘em?”

“Uh-huh, I do. They’re nice.”

“Can I touch yours?”

“You want to?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Okay.”

Sage touched the girl’s essentially non-existent breasts, really just fingering her nipples. Shepard seemed to enjoy it very much, though, closing her eyes, leaning her head back, sighing.

After a little more of this, Sage asked, “Do you want to put your hand inside my pants?”

“What?”

“It’s okay. You can, if you want to.”

“Really?”

“Sure.”

Sage unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. Hooking her thumbs inside the waistband of her purple hipster panties, she pulled the material away from her tummy, providing an opening. “It’s okay, go on.”

Shepard’s eyes were wide. She studied Sage’s face for a moment, then dropped her gaze down lower. Tentatively she brought one hand forward, slipping it ever so slowly inside the teenager’s undies.

Rachel, Kate, and I all moved in close, not wanting to miss this.

We saw the girl’s hand slide in farther, deeper… until suddenly she looked up at Sage. “You don’t have any hair.”

Sage smiled, shaking her head. “No, I always shave. I just cleaned it up this morning. I used Julie’s razor.”

Shepard seemed a bit puzzled by the last part of that remark. Why would she use my razor? But she didn’t ask anything else. She looked again at her hand inside Sage’s panties, sliding it up and down a little bit.

“It’s nice,” she said. “It feels smooth. And warm.”

“Uh-huh,” nodded the older girl.

Opening her own shorts, Kate said. “You wanna touch mine, Shepard? Do me next!”

We all got turns then, everyone opening their shorts or their jeans, girls putting their hands inside each other’s panties, feeling their pussies. Everyone touched everyone else.

Neither Rachel nor Shepard had any hair at all that I could detect. Sage and I were both shaved, of course. Kate hadn’t started shaving yet and had a sparse amount of light brown hair. You couldn’t really feel it, though, but if you looked closely you could see it.

No one looked really closely that day, however. We contented ourselves with simply touching. And it wasn’t exactly sexual either. It was more like exploratory, educational, learning what another girl’s pussy feels like, how we’re all slightly different.

That’s not to say we weren’t feeling aroused. I certainly was, and I’m pretty sure the others were too, but we never went beyond just basic touching. It seemed to me that the other girls, Shepard and Rachel, perhaps weren’t ready for anything more than that yet. But maybe they would be later, I hoped.

It turned out, though, that we never saw them again.

After we finished our finger-led examination of each other’s pussies — the outsides, that is, not the insides — we did some more kissing for a while, but then decided it was time to head back. By then it was almost 3:00, and none of us had had any lunch so we were getting kind of hungry. Plus I figured Mommy and the others might be finished horseback riding and would be wondering where we were.

When we arrived back at the dock in our two canoes, sure enough, everyone was there waiting for us, the adults sitting in lawn chairs, Molly and Chelsea climbing trees. We hadn’t bothered with life jackets this time, but fortunately Mommy didn’t say anything about it.

Rachel and Shepard said goodbye to us, waved to our mom, and then started off toward their own cabins. That was the last we saw of them. Maybe their families went home the next day or something, I don’t know. But I’ve often pondered over the years how those girls may have turned out, and wondered whether they ever thought about us. I’ll bet they’ve never forgotten that afternoon of feeling pussies — I know I never will!

* * *

We did something different that night. First we had dinner at the restaurant with Sage and Loretta, which wasn’t too unusual, but then after we all came back to the cabin together, our mother went upstairs and brought down the bag in which she kept her laptop. She unzipped a pocket on the side and took out a cable, about ten feet long. One end she attached to the back of the big screen TV and the other she hooked up to Dana’s camera.

Us kids already knew about the camera, of course. A few days after Dana began her studies at the fashion institute, Mommy bought it for her. It was a really nice model, digital, with a lot of pixels or something. It could shoot not only photos but videos as well. Dana was supposed to carry it with her wherever she went, taking pictures of anyone dressed in what she felt was an appealing style. The students each would show their favorites in class, and compare and discuss them.

What we hadn’t realized, though, was that you could view the photos on a TV screen. That was awesome! We started by looking at the pictures she’d taken that day on their horseback ride. Some of them were funny, and a few were out of focus, but several were really beautiful. Dana had a sharp eye for composition. Even I could see that right away.

After finishing our review of those photos, we went on to another set. These were of our mom. I hadn’t seen them before. The first few shots were candid, I guess you’d say. They were taken in our mother’s bedroom at home, mostly of her laughing as Dana took surprise shots of her. In some she was getting dressed, in others putting on makeup or doing her hair, and in some she’d just finished a shower and was wearing only a towel.

The shots got sexier as we went along. Dana had obviously urged Mommy to strike a few provocative poses for her, and our mother had agreed. She leered at the camera, turning around and raising the towel to show her beautiful bottom. Then she gradually let us see her breasts, lowering the bath towel bit by bit until her erect nipples were revealed. Oh my god, it was so hot!

Even though I’d seen my mom naked countless times and often made love to her, these photos were incredibly exciting to me. It was almost as if I was seeing her for the very first time. Watching her flirt with the camera, seducing her audience, made me jittery with lust. I could barely sit still. I badly wanted to fuck that sexy woman on the TV screen — and I don’t think I was the only one feeling that way!

I noticed Sage, seated beside me on the sofa, squirming and squeezing her legs together. Kate was on the floor near my feet, sitting cross-legged, and I could see that she had a fist at her crotch, pressing and grinding through her shorts. Loretta was on the other side of Sage, and while she didn’t appear to be stimulating herself in any way, her eyes were wide, her face turning red. She seemed to be breathing hard and I saw her lick her lips as she stared at the erotic images.

Again, it was interesting to me that although Loretta had already had sex with my mom, just the night before, these photos were turning her on too. She’d seen my mother naked, presumably had seen her pussy up close and everything, but it was somehow different to view her like this, arousing in a whole new way.

Anyhow, I was so worked up by then that I was about to jump off the sofa and attack my mom, but it’s probably a good thing I didn’t — because it turned out that Dana and Mommy had a plan in mind.

“I guess these are pretty good,” Dana said, “but I really need more practice. Would some of you guys like to pose for me, just for fun?”

“I would!” Kate replied immediately.

“Me too,” added Molly with Chelsea echoing, “Me too!”

But Dana looked directly at Sage. “You know what? I really like your style, your fashion sense.”

“Mine?” The teenager looked surprised.

Frankly, I was too. Sage’s ‘fashion sense’ seemed to me not very imaginative, restricted as it was to various shades of black. Most of her clothes were bulky and loose-fitting. It certainly wasn’t a style that appealed to me at all. Apparently, though, Dana wasn’t referring simply to her clothing.

“Uh-huh,” the blonde nodded. “I like the way you wear your hair, and the piercing in your eyebrow, it’s perfect for you. Is it all right if I take a few shots of you?”

“Oh, um, yeah, I guess,” Sage mumbled, “if you want to.”

“Good. So, stand up, and come over here.”

Dana directed Sage to pose near the foot of the stairs, in front of the railing. The long cable that ran from the camera to the TV was still attached. And as Dana began taking photos, a moment later they would show up on the screen — so cool!

We watched as she guided the reluctant teen to smile for her, or lick her lips, or hold her chin in a certain alluring way. And as my gaze went back and forth from the actual scene in the room to the images appearing on the TV, I was amazed at the difference. The girl who often seemed awkward, even clumsy, was somehow transformed. Dana’s patient coaching and cleverness with the camera was letting us see an entirely new Sage, a bold, confident, attractive young woman.

Dana stopped after a couple of minutes. “Let’s take a look at these, and you can tell me what you think.”

She did something with the camera as she turned toward the TV, evidently selecting a group of images, because then we started seeing all the shots she’d just finished taking. Dana scrolled through them, pausing at the some of the better ones.

“Wow,” said Sage. “I can’t believe that’s me.”

“You’re beautiful, honey,” Loretta told her daughter. They were side by side on the sofa again, holding hands.

“Those really are great,” I said to Dana. “You’re a totally awesome photographer.”

“Oh, thanks, but you know, it’s really not me… it’s the model. Sage is hot.”

“You’re right, she is,” I grinned at the girl, giving her a flirtatious wink. She giggled.

“Okay,” Dana said to her, “now I want to shoot your tattoos, all right? Take off your shirt for me.”

“My shirt?”

“Uh-huh, go on.”

“Um, do you want me to, like, stand somewhere?”

“No, just stay where you are, on the sofa, that’s fine. But take off your shirt.”

“Well… all right.”

So Sage pulled her big black long-sleeved AC/DC t-shirt over her head and off, handing it to Loretta. Underneath, she wore a black satin bra. Kate and I had seen the bra earlier that day, of course, up in the woods. Not to mention we’d seen her boobs. Sage hadn’t seemed very shy about anything then, but now it was different — maybe because her mom was there, or because the little girls were watching, or perhaps it was the presence of the camera.

In any case, Dana really had to coax her to cooperate. Sage kept trying to cover up her chest with her arms and often ducked her head nervously. Finally, Dana suggested that instead of looking into the lens, she should watch the TV. And that made all the difference. Now it was if she was seeing someone else, and we were seeing someone else too.

When Sage got a look at the girl on the screen and saw how truly enticing those images were, she relaxed and gave herself to the experience. She became a glamour model, moving with ease, displaying her body rather than hiding it, working with the photographer. Now she was doing what my mom had done in the shots we’d seen earlier, flirting with the camera, seducing her audience.

“Oh, that’s great, awesome, so hot,” Dana told her, “you’re a natural, you’re amazing.”

The more Sage heard of this praise, and the more she took in the sight of her alluring face and figure, the more readily she adopted sexy poses, cupping her large breasts in her hands, squeezing them through her bra, sucking a finger into her mouth, licking her lips.

But then she was given a new challenge.

“Okay, so, take off your jeans,” said Dana. “Or wait, no — Loretta, you take them off for her.”

“What?” both said together.

“Go on,” Dana urged, “it’ll be cool. Come on, Loretta, you’re gorgeous, and so is Sage. I really want to get some shots of the two of you together.”

Up until then, Loretta had been tucked in a corner of the sofa with her legs curled under her, watching closely as her daughter posed, but leaning away from the camera, staying out of the shots. Now, however, she was being asked to take part, to put herself inside the erotic images.

The woman hesitated, a frown on her face. It was as if we could see her thinking, her brain working. I’m not sure what finally made up her mind, but after several moments of apparently anxious deliberation, she took a deep breath and said, “All right.”

As Dana clicked photos, Loretta unbuttoned and unzipped her daughter’s black jeans. She tugged them over the girl’s wide hips, then down her legs and off, dropping the jeans to the floor. I don’t know whether Loretta noticed it right away, but from where I was standing I could clearly see a dark wet spot in the center of Sage’s purple panties.

“You take off your shirt too,” Dana instructed Loretta.

“But, I…” the brunette blinked, looking startled.

“Come on, do it for me. It’ll help with my fashion photography, you know?”

That made the older woman laugh. “Yeah, right. But okay, I guess I’ll go along.”

Loretta was wearing a patterned blue and white cotton blouse, short-sleeved. When she raised her hands to begin opening the buttons, Dana stopped her.

“Wait — Sage, you do it. You take off her blouse.”

The girl giggled, but didn’t hesitate. “Okay.”

Now we got to see images on the TV screen of a curvy teenager, wearing only panties and a bra, opening and removing a woman’s blouse, and soon after that, her jeans. Mother and daughter both were barefoot, now clad only in their intimates. Loretta’s bra and panties were a matched set, yellow and white, trimmed with lace. They set off her dark tan, making her fit body look incredibly desirable.

“Move together…” Dana motioned to them. “Uh, Sage, get on your hands and knees, facing away, and Loretta, I want you to examine her tattoo. Look at it closely, okay?”

“Well, all right.”

They assumed the position. Dana moved in for a tight shot as Loretta traced the pattern of the curlicue tattoo with manicured fingernails.

“Kiss it,” said Dana.

“What?”

“Don’t argue,” she told Loretta. “Just do as I say.”

Shaking her head, but still ‘going along’, the brunette lowered her lips to the tattoo just above her daughter’s buttocks, and softly kissed it.

“Now lick it.”

A few second’s hesitation, but then a quick nod, and Loretta licked the girl’s skin. We heard Sage start to giggle, which soon turned to a sigh, and then to a moan of pleasure as her mother continued licking and kissing her. The woman’s hands were on Sage’s hips, but as we watched they moved to her bottom, caressing and lightly squeezing.

“Kiss her butt too.”

“I —”

“Don’t argue.”

“All right.”

As Loretta complied, ostensibly against her will but also doing so with obvious excitement, smiling and breathing harder, her cheeks growing flushed, Dana said, “Just keep doing it. I’m going to slide around for some other angles.”

I’d been watching the action on the sofa, but now I turned to look at the TV screen again. It was fascinating to me the way Dana would frame her shots, often moving in close, isolating the curve of a limb, the tempting cleavage between Sage’s breasts, or the girl’s full, pouty lips. So erotic. She also got some very close images of Loretta’s mouth kissing those purple hipster panties and of the woman’s tongue licking the tattoo again.

Then Dana stepped to the other end of the pair, and for the first time we got to see some nice shots of Loretta’s lovely bottom, her smooth shapely thighs. It was incredibly hot. It made me want to touch myself.

I glanced at my mom. She was sitting in a chair, able to see both the sofa and the TV. My mother’s summer dress was pulled up, her legs spread wide, a hand inside her panties. She was masturbating. I’d been so intent on observing the photography, I had no idea how long my mom had been doing that or when she’d started. Then I looked at Kate. She was in the other chair, not watching the TV at all, but staring at Sage and Loretta. Her shorts were open, her fingers inside, playing with her pussy.

Molly and Chelsea were on the floor, at the end of the sofa near Sage. They were looking back and forth between the TV and the live action, eyes wide.

On the screen, I saw a tight closeup shot of Loretta’s bottom, her snug-fitting white and yellow panties, the gap between her slim thighs, the tempting bulge of her labia through the thin material.

“Put your hand down here,” Dana instructed.

“What?”

“Just do as I say.”

Loretta didn’t argue. She knew better by now. I looked at the sofa and watched her reach a hand down between her legs. Turning to the TV, I saw an image appear of her fingers caressing herself through her panties. And then, incredibly, a swift sequence flashed onto the screen, one erotic image after another. I saw two fingers pressing in, pushing on the fabric — next shot, pushing deeper, finding the opening to her vagina — next shot, fingers almost disappearing inside — next shot, fingers pulled out a bit — last shot, hand higher up now, near her clit, a juicy wet stain clearly visible on the panties.

That was enough for me. I opened my shorts and shoved a hand inside, feeling myself. I was completely soaked, warm and creamy and slippery. After fondling my swollen clit for a moment, I pulled my hand out and brought the wet fingers to my mouth, rubbing them on my lips, licking them, tasting my sex. I squeezed my thighs together, shivering with arousal, then made a decision. I wanted to be nude.

I quickly shimmied out of my shorts and panties before lifting my t-shirt over my head, tossing it away. I wasn’t wearing a bra, of course, so now I was totally bare. It felt daring and sexy. I loved it.

As I started to masturbate again, I heard a voice. “Sage, turn over now,” Dana said.

It was time for the next step.

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