Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

We were in my mother’s bedroom, in the darkness inside her walk-in closet, ten naked girls and women playing Undercover Spy.

Kate had informed us, before we all jammed into the closet and removed each other’s clothes, what the objective was. In order to win the game, one of the three teams would need to have the secret formula — the orange plastic water bottle — in their possession and be able to get to Mommy’s bed with it. That was the goal, the finish line.

In order to do that, of course, the potential winning team first would have to somehow wrestle the bottle away from Kate, the evil scientist. And even before that, we would have to find Kate, who told us she would be hiding someplace downstairs.

All this was understood. We knew the rules. And we had just completed the strip search, checking each other thoroughly for hidden weapons. None were found — only a lot of warm bare skin. Yummy.

So, the next thing was, Kate took each of us out of the closet one by one, told us to close our eyes and then spun us around in circles, making us dizzy. She led each wobbly player to another location, depositing one team inside the closet in Molly’s room, another in the closet in my room, and the third in the closet in Kate’s bedroom. We were allowed to open our eyes inside the dark closets, though we could see practically nothing. Once all three teams were in place, Kate called to us to count to 100 before coming out and then ran away to hide.

BLUE TEAM	RED TEAM	YELLOW TEAM
Suzanne, 32	Dana, 27	Megan, 26
Lindsey, 9	Hannah, 13	Julie, 13
Samantha, 7	Molly, 9	Chelsea, 7
EVIL SCIENTIST: Kate, 11

It took us a while to locate her. After completing the countdowns, the teams exited their closets and made our way downstairs in the dimly-lit house. But we couldn’t find that evil scientist anywhere! Finally Mommy decided to check the door that led from the kitchen into the garage. The second she opened it, Kate bolted past her through the kitchen and out into the family room, racing right by me and Chelsea too, who also happened to be in the kitchen.

I was amazed that Kate had been out there in the unheated garage the whole time. It wasn’t especially cold on that October night, maybe around 60 degrees, but still… anyhow, I didn’t have much time to think about that, because suddenly we heard a yelp and a laugh and what sounded like bodies tumbling to the floor.

We ran after Kate and discovered that she had plowed straight into Megan, Samantha, and Lindsey, who were on their way into the kitchen. The four of them were piled on the carpeted floor of the family room in a naked tangle of limbs. Megan had a grip on the plastic bottle, or actually a grip on Kate’s two hands which were holding the bottle. They were both laughing wildly. Megan was on her back with Kate lying on top of her — in the missionary position, you might say — and Samantha was crawling up Kate’s back, trying to grab the secret formula too.

Lindsey was kneeling on one side, pulling at the others a little bit, but mostly just watching and giggling. As soon as Chelsea spotted the orange bottle, however, she leaped into the fray. And when Molly ran up and jumped in as well, Lindsey decided to follow her lead. The others quickly arrived and soon we had a real donnybrook going, ten women and girls from age 7 to age 32 wrestling in the dark on the floor, nude bodies sliding all around on each other as we laughed and grabbed.

Eventually my mother managed to pull the bottle from Kate’s fingers. Mommy rolled off to the side, calling, “Lindsey, Samantha, blue team! I have it! Somebody take it and run upstairs!”

Before that could happen, however, Dana was on top of my mom, shouting, “No, red team!”

Hannah joined her, lying half on top of Dana and half on top of my mother, shouting just as loudly and reaching for the plastic bottle. Chelsea, the youngest player in the bunch, had her little hands wrapped around Mommy’s, trying to rip the plastic water bottle from her fingers. She never would have been strong enough to do that on her own, of course, but my mom pretended she was and let Chelsea take it away. She in turn handed it quickly to me, and I attempted to get up and run — but before I could, Molly, Samantha, and Lindsey were crawling all over me, and I lost that battle.

We all went on this way for maybe another ten minutes, the secret formula passing from one team’s possession to another, or sometimes back to Kate, the evil scientist, as we screamed and laughed and wrestled and rolled together on the floor. The struggle reached a climax when Hannah yanked the bottle out of Megan’s hands and deftly tossed it to Dana who was standing to the side, waiting for just such an occurrence.

With a whoop, Dana dashed toward the stairs, aiming for victory. The rest of us got to our feet as quickly as we could, but Dana was just too fast. The only one really close to her was Kate. Dana was already several steps ahead, however, bounding up the stairs three at a time. I’d never realized how athletic she was.

She reached the top with Katie close behind her and the other eight players clomping up the stairs after them. Hannah and I were in the lead of the second group, laughing joyfully as we raced side by side. As we entered the hallway, we found Kate and Dana on the floor. My sister had somehow managed to catch up to Dana and tackle her. Now she was basically sitting on the young woman’s face, wrestling her for the bottle. Hannah grabbed Kate, trying to pull her off Dana and attempting to grab the formula herself. I jumped in too. The others arrived and another melee ensued.

This time it was Megan who emerged with the plastic bottle. With a cry of “Yellow team!” she handed the bottle to Chelsea, who zoomed down the hall toward Mommy’s room. The door was open, so the little girl had a straight shot onto our mother’s bed. She dove onto it, followed immediately by Megan and then by me. We rolled together, giggling insanely, hugging and kissing, “We win! We win!”

The other players joined us, flopping onto Mommy’s bed, laughing, panting, congratulating the victors. I was concerned for a moment that the bed might collapse under the weight of ten people, but fortunately it had a sturdy frame and was able to hold us all.

After the giggling had subsided and we’d mostly caught our breath, my mom reached over and switched on a bedside lamp. She sat cross-legged, grinning at us, still breathing hard. I couldn’t help but notice a smear of creamy juices all around her pussy lips. She obviously had become extremely aroused during all that naked grabbing and tussling. I had too — I could feel the wetness between my own legs — and I wondered how many others were in the same condition.

“Wow, that was fun!” Mommy said. “And you know what? We never had dessert after dinner. Does anyone want ice cream?”

“Ice cream!” Molly screamed, and the other kids all screamed for ice cream too. We got up then and headed downstairs for our dessert, happily remaining nude as we sat in the family room, enjoying our treat.

“So, do you guys have this much fun every weekend?” Megan asked, with a twinkle in her eye. “I can see why Samantha likes spending so much time here.”

“Well, it’s not always quite like this,” Mommy replied. “We’ve never played that game before with so many people, for one thing. I’d never played it all, in fact, before tonight. But yes, my girls and I do like to have fun together as often as we can.”

As our mother said that last part, she winked at the woman. I knew what kind of ‘fun’ she was referring to, even if Megan didn’t. It made my clit throb to think about having sex with the tall redhead and her cute daughter Samantha — with everyone there in the room, in fact, all of us at once.

I looked slowly around at the others, at Hannah and Lindsey, at Dana and Chelsea, at my sisters Molly and Kate, and then at my mom, who gave me a little nod. It was as if she knew exactly what on my mind. Not surprising, I suppose, since sex was almost always on my mind, and on hers too.

Megan had finished her ice cream. She picked up her purse, which was on the sofa beside her, and took out her phone. “Hm, it’s almost 9:00. Guess I should probably head home, Suzanne, so you can start getting these kids settled down and ready for bed.”

I was hoping Mommy would try to talk Megan out of it, invite her to stay overnight with us or something, but she didn’t. Perhaps her instincts told her we’d already achieved as much as we could that evening with the woman, and there was no point in pushing for more. Anyway, Megan got up and started putting on her clothes (she’d brought them downstairs with her earlier). The rest of us just watched and stayed naked.

After Megan left, we had to decide who would sleep where. We hadn’t talked about that yet. At length we decided to do something along the lines of Molly’s slumber party, building a nest of blankets and comforters on the floor of the family room where all the girls would snuggle in together. I’d planned to have Hannah in my bed with me that night, but Lindsey insisted that she wanted her cousin Hannah down there with her, and me as well, so we agreed. Our mother and Dana would sleep together up in Mommy’s room — although I knew, of course, that they would be doing a lot of other things with each other before falling asleep.

It took a while to get it all arranged, but finally everything was set. We went upstairs and brushed our teeth, got goodnight kisses from Mommy and Dana, then trotted down again to the family room, seven naked girls ready for a cuddly sleepover.

Our mother had turned the heat down about a half hour earlier, so now it felt good to burrow under the blankets, huddling together for warmth. We’d decided to leave a small light on, since none of us was planning to go to sleep right away. There were plenty of other options instead, and we briefly discussed them all: we could read (no), watch TV (no), tell stories (no), play Truth or Dare (no), or — this was Hannah’s suggestion — we could kiss (Yes!).

Kissing was always a terrific option. It seems that whenever young girls are together at sleepovers, there’s always a lot of kissing going on and sometimes more advanced sexual play as well. I don’t know if it’s that way with boys, probably not, but in my experience when you get two or more girls in bed together, they simply can’t keep their hands off each other or their mouths separated.

Hannah and I had kissed quite a bit during our sleepover at their house, and Lindsey and Molly had too. I didn’t know until that night whether Chelsea or Samantha had done anything like that before — with each other, I mean — but we soon learned that they had. Even at only 7 years old, both girls were already very interested in kissing, and enjoyed practicing together whenever they had the chance. Of course, I knew Chelsea had been taught to kiss that way, using tongues and everything, by her mom, Dana. I wasn’t sure where Samantha had picked it up originally, whether from Chelsea, or from another friend, or possibly from her own mother, Megan. That didn’t seem likely, but you never know.

Anyway, it didn’t matter. It was time to kiss. Except when we began to pair off, we realized that since we had an odd number, one person would always be left out. I was initially matched up with Hannah, Chelsea with Samantha, and Molly with Lindsey, but Kate was on her own. She didn’t mind, though. She told us she would be a ‘rover’, going from one pair to the next, watching and then dipping in with one girl or another, taking kisses wherever she wanted them. That seemed fine with everyone.

For the next thirty or forty minutes, we kissed. Maybe it was even longer, I don’t know. It’s really easy to lose track of time when you’re kissing like that. And as Kate took turns with each pair, we ended up swapping partners, shifting around under the covers… effectively all of us became rovers then, trading and sharing and sampling, soft lips sliding together, tongues exploring, hands tenderly caressing.

Mmmm, god, that was such an amazing experience. I’ve had a lot of incredible erotic adventures in my life, even though I’m still pretty young, but this is one that stands out. Maybe it’s because it was the first time I ever kissed either Lindsey or Samantha — and you know how I feel about little girls! — or maybe it was just the sheer pleasure of all those smooth naked bodies bunched in side by side, how I could turn one way or the other and find a new partner, bring my mouth to hers, kiss her, play with her tongue, then roll over the other way and find a new girl to kiss.

It seemed to go on forever. I certainly wasn’t getting tired — in fact, I was getting super turned on — but eventually I noticed the younger ones, Samantha and Chelsea, beginning to fade. I don’t know exactly what time it was, probably close to 11:00 by then, but in any case, well past their bedtime.

So, we decided to call it a night. Kate got up and switched off the lamp, then climbed back in with us. She was on one side beside Molly, who was next to Lindsey. Chelsea and Samantha were snuggled in the middle, with me next to them, and Hannah beside me on the outside. We hadn’t started that way, but that’s how we ended up.

For a while, we rested in the dark. No one said anything. I’d expected some conversation but didn’t hear any, or at least none that I could decipher. It seemed that Molly and Lindsey might be whispering to each other, but if they were, it was unintelligible. I closed my eyes and tried to relax enough to fall asleep. I could tell from the way the little ones next to me were breathing, soft and slow, that they were already conked out.

Then I felt movement. It was Hannah. The girl’s leg bumped mine. Her arm seemed to be moving too, rhythmically. Smiling to myself, I whispered, “Hannah?”

A faint whisper in return, “Yeah?”

I turned from my back onto my side, facing her, then laid my hand on her shoulder. I could feel the action of her muscles. My friend was masturbating.

“Are you doing it?” I breathed in her ear, wanting to hear her confirm it.

A short pause, then, “Uh-huh.”

“Even with these… kids here?”

“I can’t help it. I have to.”

“I know what you mean,” I chuckled. “I’ll do it too.”

As I slid my right hand down to my crotch, I hooked my top leg over Hannah’s leg. My left hand was still on her shoulder, my lips beside her ear. “I like doing it with you,” I told her. “It turns me on.”

My vulva was warm and moist, swollen and very responsive. Even the first gentle touch of fingers on my labia made me shiver all over with excitement. I know it wouldn’t take long for me to reach climax. But I would have to be quiet. I hoped Hannah would be too. And then I thought of something else. I wanted to do more than just masturbate. It would be risky, but I had to try.

I started by shifting even closer to her, pressing my small breasts against her arm. I nuzzled at her ear, licking softly, breathing inside. Hannah giggled. I licked her ear again. She giggled again. Then I whispered, “Is it okay if I … touch you? If I touch your boob?”

“Um,” she swallowed. “Well… okay…”

Very, very slowly I let my hand drift down across her chest. Her breasts were still so small that I couldn’t even feel where they began. But then my fingers encountered a nipple, a wide puffy nipple, and I heard her gasp.

I played with Hannah’s nipple, touching it oh so tenderly, barely grazing it with my fingertips, feeling it swell and stiffen. The knowledge of what I was doing made my clit grow hard too, until it was sticking out like a pencil eraser. I was right on the edge, my pussy throbbing, dripping, nerves tingling, breath coming fast.

“Hannah,” I whispered in her ear, “I’m gonna come.”

“Me too, in a… in a sec…”

“But, like, let’s try to be quiet, okay? So we don’t wake the kids.”

“Okay.”

We masturbated together for another half minute or so, with my fingers tickling her nipple and my tongue licking at her ear. Hannah made no move to touch me, except to place a hand on my leg that was over hers. She gently squeezed my thigh.

I felt the surge begin, a tidal wave that could not be resisted. I tried to tell her I was ready, moaning, “Hannah…” but by then it was too late. The huge wave crashed over me, through me, in me, making my body shake uncontrollably. I tried hard to stay quiet, and managed, mostly.

Hannah came a few seconds after I did. She was able to remain almost completely silent, although her slim form shuddered again and again, jolted by powerful orgasmic spasms. I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her, loving the feel of a girl’s body in the middle of a climax.

After she finished, Hannah turned on her side toward me and we hugged, just held each other, relishing the warmth and closeness, the soothing glow of our fading orgasms. I kissed her neck, sucking a little bit, not hard enough to make a hickey but enough to make the girl moan. Hannah pushed a knee between my legs, then rolled me onto my back. She was on top of me.

Hannah kissed my mouth and gently humped my thigh. I put my hands on her bottom, feeling the tight firmness of her perfect butt, squeezing, pulling her against me. I could sense her body trembling. She was either very turned on, very nervous, or both.

Breaking the kiss, she put her lips by my ear and whispered, “Julie?”

“Yeah?”

“Um, not tonight, not now… but someday… maybe soon, would you fancy doing, you know, more than just kissing? With me?”

“Yeah, I would.” I stroked the girl’s smooth back under the covers, long and lean and warm. “I’d really like that, if you want to.”

“I do. But, um… I’ve never done anything before with anyone, except just kissing. I think you have, though, right?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, “a few times. It’s nice. You’ll like it.”

“Good. All right, we will then.”

She slid off me and turned onto her side, facing away, but pressing her bum against my hip. I turned toward her, wrapping my arms around my friend, spooning with the girl. I kissed the back of her neck once or twice, but neither of us said anything more that night. Soon we were asleep.

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