Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Yukio placed soothing, feather-light kisses upon her daughter’s vulva, bringing the child down gently from pleasure’s heights. Alex caressed Linnie’s upper half, occasionally brushing the girl’s sweat-moistened skin with her lips.

Linnie rested, basking in the contented glow of her very first orgasm, savoring the lovely touches and kisses from her two lovers — and a small happy shiver rippled through the girl at the very thought of the word “lover.” That’s who Mummy is now, she told herself. Miss Alex, too.

Then Mummy was kneeling next to her, a sweet, bashful smile on her lips. “Did you like that, sweetheart…?”

At that, Linnie felt so overwhelmed with adoration for her mother that it brought tears to her eyes. “Oh, yes… I, I loved it! I never felt anything so g-good before!” She extended her arms to Yukio. “Can I please have a hug, Mummy?”

Her own eyes growing misty, Yukio lay down beside her daughter, drawing the naked girl into a warm embrace. Their faces nearly touching, the eight-year-old claimed her mother’s mouth in a passionate kiss, her little tongue darting between Yukio’s lips. The young mother gasped in delight, then responded, bringing her own tongue into play.

The child licked at her parent’s mouth and chin, heart soaring as she sampled the wetness that coated the lower half of Mummy’s face, telling herself, That’s what my kitty tastes like. The tart flavor was very different from what she’d tasted on Alex’s fingers, she decided. Not as strong… kind of sweeter. But the best part is getting it from Mummy’s lips.

The two of them finally, slowly parted. Linnie smiled at her mother, shifted her adoring gaze to Alex, then back to Yukio. “Why don’t you give Miss Alex a kiss like that, Mummy?” she shyly suggested.

Yukio raised herself to her knees, and the two women studied each other for a moment before the photographer moved in to claim the young mother’s willing mouth with hers. Linnie grinned delightedly as she watched Alex’s tongue flash to life, plunging between Mummy’s lips, then giggled when her mother eagerly sucked at it.

Slowly, slowly the grownups drew apart… then it was Yukio’s turn to smile. “I’ll bet Linnie would love for you to kiss her now, Alex.”

“Yeah!” squealed the eight-year old, vigorously nodding her head.

Alex moved closer to the girl, bending down to place her hands at either side of Linnie’s face. “I love you, little one,” she whispered, peering deep into the child’s warm brown eyes.

“I — I love you, Miss Alex!” a dazed Linnie replied. and their mouths came together, softly at first. Alex allowed her young lover to put her tongue into play before introducing her own to the sweet dialogue. Their kiss blossomed like an opening flower, slowly growing in ardor. Linnie’s heart raced like a mad thing at the fierceness of Alex’s passion — and hers.

Yukio placed both hands upon the photographer’s back, stroking the pale skin, growing bolder as she heard Alex and Linnie moan into their kiss. Biting her lower lip, she eagerly explored the body of this magnificent woman; stroking the strong shoulders, tracing the ridges of the spine, fondling the ample buttocks. Unable to resist, she slipped a hand between Alex’s thighs to cup her vulva, still wonderfully wet — and the older woman arched her back in response.

After a long, joyous while, Alex broke away, smiling at the child. “Sweetheart,” she murmured, “you don’t have to call me ‘Miss Alex’ any more… not after kissing me like that!” She brushed Linnie’s cheek with the backs of her fingers. “We’re lovers now, so just plain ‘Alex’ will do, okay?”

“‘Kay,” nodded Linnie. “Um… Alex?” Her eyes danced with barely restrained excitement.

“Yes, angel?”

“I think we should both make love to Mummy now. She’s hasn’t had any good feelings yet…”

“Oh, honey,” Yukio protested, “you really don’t have to, to do anything for me–“

“But I want to!” Linnie blurted, seizing her mother’s hand and clutching it tightly. “Please, Mummy…” She pressed her lips to Yukio’s fingers. “I want to.” She paused to sniff at the hand, then giggled. “Mmmm… you smell like Alex’s kitty!” She extended her tongue to lick playfully at her mother’s fingertips.

Now sitting upright, Alex placed a hand on Yukio’s shoulder. “Don’t refuse her, babe… she needs this.” She grinned, reaching to trace her new lover’s parted lips, and the young mother swayed slightly, head spinning with sexual hunger. “Let’s face it, Yukio — you’ve raised a beautiful little lesbian in Linnie.”

“That’s right, Mummy,” the girl cooed. “I knew I was a lesbian, soon as you told me what one was.” She placed her mother’s hand upon her flat chest, the palm covering a taut nipple. “I wanted to be just like you… and now I really am!”

The two adults laughed at Linnie’s eagerness, then Alex turned to Yukio with a predatory smile. “You might as well relax and enjoy yourself,” she crooned, leaning in close to lick around Yukio’s ear, “because you’re not leaving this bed, babycakes — not until your daughter and I have had our wicked way with you.”

Yukio sighed, her face shining with happiness. “Oh, my… I know this is supposed to be wrong, but it feels so right… so incredibly right.” Taking a deep breath, she glanced shyly at Alex, then her daughter. “Okay — I’m all yours.”

“Yay!” Linnie squealed, then pursed her lips, shooting Alex an uncertain look. “Um… what do we do first?”

The photographer thought for a moment. “Let’s do this.” Grasping Yukio’s arm, she guided the young mother onto her daughter, arranging her until she was lying on top of the girl, their noses nearly touching. “Okay, Linnie… kiss your mommy, touch her.”

The eight-year-old happily sought out Yukio’s mouth, and within seconds mother and daughter were kissing passionately.

Rising, Alex padded to the foot of the bed. Linnie’s legs were pressed together, her mother straddling them. Taking hold of Yukio’s ankles, Alex slowly spread her further apart, licking her lips as more of the woman’s cunt was revealed to her hungry gaze: the rosy vaginal flesh, framed by a dark pubic triangle, the slit slightly open and glistening with moisture. Running her hands up the backs of Yukio’s legs, Alex climbed onto the bed, carefully kneeling between the thighs of the incestuous lovers.

Yukio was giddy with love, intoxicated by the nearness of her child. Linnie’s tongue was a sweet pink ribbon in her mouth, and the girl’s hands were fondling her breasts as they continued to kiss. She marveled at the odd yet utterly wonderful turn her life had taken in the last hour. I never expected this, never wished for it… but now I’m in a threesome with my little girl and Alex, and it’s better than anything I’ve ever known.

Suddenly she felt strong hands grasping her hips, and Yukio couldn’t help but press back toward the older lesbian. “That’s it,” Alex purred. “Let’s get that yummy ass up in the air.”

Propping herself on both elbows, Yukio raised her hips with Alex’s assistance, drawing in one leg at a time until she was in a kneeling position, though still on top of Linnie. She could feel how open and exposed her sex was — and Yukio responded by arching her back, thrusting out her buttocks, eager to be taken.

Linnie was kissing her neck, and Yukio sighed at how lovely that felt. Then, when her daughter squirmed her way further downward and began to nuzzle her breasts, the beautiful Asian mother moaned, long and low. She tensed slightly as Alex’s hands spread her buttocks apart, the warm breath of the photographer caressing the insides of her thighs.

Suddenly a hot, sucking mouth covered Yukio’s slit, a tongue plunging into the creamy tunnel of her vagina.

She cried out, a violent shudder convulsing her body. She had expected Alex to tease her first before getting down to the business of cunnilingus, but the aggression of her new lover’s assault stole Yukio’s breath away. No subtlety or restraint here — Alex’s tongue was a mad thing; thrusting in and out of her cunt, circling the entrance, withdrawing momentarily to bathe her vulva, flicking tantalizingly at the clitoris.

Linnie’s mouth was fastened to her left nipple, the child’s little hand lovingly fondling the other breast. Yukio buried her face in the spun onyx curls of Linnie’s hair, feeling a dizzying surge of affection for her daughter. “My p-precious baby, my good angel,” she panted. “Mummy loves you so, oh God Mummy loves you…”

Alex was licking her again, long strokes that seemed to touch every part of Yukio’s sex. Then on one upward pass, that warm tongue simply kept going, trailing deep into the crack of her ass.

“Oh, my g-g-goodness — that’s so… so…” Yukio loved being rimmed, and it had been a long while since she’d had a partner willing to taste her anus. And Alex was so into it, too; bathing the dark cleft with long slow licks, then firmly pressing the tip of her tongue against the rosebud, as if she meant to penetrate Yukio’s rectum.

She seized the image, held it close; imagining herself being sodomized — no, assfucked — by the tongue of this beautiful, sexy Amazon. The young mother felt a hand cover her mound; fingers stroking the labia, then seeking out the hard nub of her clit. Alex’s mouth was now buried between Yukio’s cheeks, passionately French kissing her crack.

Propped up on her elbows, Yukio gazed down at the wondrous sight of her daughter, kissing and licking at her breasts. Linnie’s eyes flickered open, the child smiling as she glimpsed her mother’s adoring face.

Tilting her head back, Linnie whispered, “I love you, Mummy,” then, still gazing deep into Yukio’s eyes, extended her tongue to take a swipe at a swollen nipple.

Alex, still voraciously rimming Yukio, took her new lover’s clitoris between two slippery fingers, giving it a gentle pinch.

“M-my, my beautiful little girl — ohhhhhhhh yes, yes, YES–“

It began as a tiny point of raw heat in the core of Yukio’s vagina, swiftly expanding into a fiery ball that seemed to fill every atom of her being with light and energy. She was glowing, incandescent. Her body shook helplessly with tiny tremors as a hoarse, sustained cry spilled from her, echoing through the cavernous studio.

“Ooooohhhggh… omigod… OHHH!”

She was incapable of thought, of action. She could only receive, her body and soul a vessel to be filled with smell, sound, touch — especially touch. Her form was immersed in heat; licked by tongues of sweet fire. It was an ecstasy beyond ecstasy.

Beneath Yukio’s quivering body, an astonished Linnie watched her mother come. Mummy’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut, her brow furrowed, mouth open; a strangled wail squeezed from her throat. It was a sight that might have terrified the child a day earlier… even now, Linnie felt a tiny bit afraid. But now she knew that Mummy wasn’t in pain; that she was having those amazing, wonderful feelings that women got when they made love.

Suddenly wanting to make her feel even better, Linnie brought Mummy’s breast to her mouth, taking the swollen nipple between her lips to suckle, only harder this time. Yukio’s cry rose sharply, and Linnie’s eyes widened in surprise. Thrilled, curious to see what would happen, the child did the same thing again, only more intently, her small teeth rasping at the base of Mummy’s nipple.

With that, Yukio felt a second orgasm thundering through her delicate form.

It lifted the young mother up to unimaginable heights; then sent her plummeting down, only to be cast upwards again. Her pussy spasmed violently, clamping down on Alex’s wriggling fingers. There were warm, syrupy fluids flowing from her body, and Yukio knew that she was wetting herself in purest bliss.

Then just as that climax began to recede, a third, larger wave of pleasure came smashing down. A scream broke from the young mother, and her slender frame began to buck wildly, rocking to and fro in convulsions of ecstasy that quickly rose to an impossible peak.

She was frozen, rigid as an iron bar — yet somehow so fragile that it seemed as if she might shatter into pieces from a well-placed tap. Then the instant passed, and with it every iota of strength the young mother possessed.

Oblivious, spent, Yukio slumped forward — her limp, sweat-shiny body now resting atop the slighter frame of her daughter. Everything was spinning, as if she was drunk on some exotic, unfamiliar liquor.

Alex raised her face from the crack of Yukio’s ass, licking her lips.

Linnie squirmed beneath her mother’s inert frame. “Mummy,” she complained, “you’re squishing me!”

Rousing herself, Yukio managed to conjure up just enough strength to roll away from her child and onto her back. “Sorry, angel,” she mumbled.

“It’s okay,” Linnie said cheerfully, reaching over to place a hand on her mother’s belly. “That was so cool… I loved watching you come!” She grinned up at Alex. “What did you do to Mummy? Did you lick her kitty?”

“Yeah, I did… and other places, too,” the full-figured photographer replied, lying down next to the gleeful child. “C’mere and kiss me, and you’ll find out what she tastes like.”

With a delighted coo, Linnie turned to Alex, and their mouths came together. Yukio, still breathing heavily, watched in awe as her little girl licked at the older woman’s lips, happily savoring the sweetness of her mother’s cunt.

Then Linnie broke away, turning to smile at Yukio. “I like how you taste, Mummy… can I lick you now?”

Exhausted as she was, Yukio couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, baby… I love you to pieces, but you’ll have to wait a little while, at least until Mummy gets her strength back.” Detecting a slight pout on the child’s face, Yukio patted her knee. “Soon, Linnie, honestly. I can’t wait to feel your mouth on my pussy.”

Linnie giggled. “I guess… long as I can do it pretty soon.” She lay back down, nestling contentedly between the two women.

Alex placed a hand upon Yukio’s shoulder, gazing deep into her new lover’s eyes. “No regrets, Yukio. Promise me that, okay? No regrets.”

Still dazed, the beautiful Asian woman slowly shook her head. “No regrets,” she said softly. “I know nearly everyone would say what I did with Linnie was… terrible, and wrong.” She felt for and found her daughter’s hand, giving it a squeeze. “But I’ve never felt so close to my little girl. Somehow, I — I love her even more than ever!”

“It wasn’t wrong, Mummy,” the child stated, her lower lip thrust out defiantly. “Or terrible. It was the nicest, bestest thing in the whole world!”

Yukio reached out to touch Linnie’s face gazing adoringly at her daughter. “You’re right, baby. It was wonderful, and I’m very, very happy that we made love.” She bent to place a soft kiss on the girl’s mouth, then turned to Alex. “You were amazing, too,” Yukio whispered shyly, then paused. “So… what happens now?”

Alex smiled. “We move in together.”

Yukio’s mouth fell open. Struggling to speak, she finally stammered, “You really m-mean that?”

“Oh, not right away… we ought to get to know each other a bit better, I guess,” the photographer laughed. “But I want you to be part of my life, Yukio — you and Linnie.” She glanced from mother to child. “This thing between the three of us — it isn’t going to be a one-time romp in the sheets. You felt it just as strongly as I did, didn’t you? Admit it.”

A dazzled Yukio slowly nodded. “I think… no, I know that I fell in love with you the first time we met. Ever since, I’ve thought about you c-constantly.” She blushed, staring down at her knees. “I’ve even… touched myself, imagining the two of us together.”

“That’s so cool,” Linnie whispered, her head resting in her mother’s lap; the soft curls between Mummy’s legs lightly tickling her ear.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you, either,” Alex said. “I wanted to take you… to make you mine. And as for this little imp…” She traced a finger down Linnie’s bare thigh, making the child shiver with delight. “I’ve had so many fantasies of undressing you, little one… of teaching you about love.” She sighed. “My oh my, that’s one dream I never expected to come true.”

“And it did!” Linnie squealed, bouncing into a sitting position. “But there’s still… tons of stuff I don’t know ’bout making love. An’ you can show me, you an’ Mummy. All of it!” She swiveled her head, looking up at her mother. “Are we really gonna live with Miss Alex, Mummy? Are we, are we?”

A beaming Yukio enfolded little Linnie in her arms, all the while gazing at Alex in perfect adoration. “Oh… it’s still too early to say, baby… but I think that maybe — maybe we will.”

“Just wait until we’ve spent a few days together,” purred Alex. “And a few nights.” She laughed. “God, I have so much to say… and I want to know everything there is to know about both of you. Who you are. Who we are!” She stretched herself in a long, contented yawn, briefly exposing the dark blonde hair beneath her arms. “But first… I think we need to wash up, get dressed and go out for something to eat. Don’t you?”

Linnie furrowed her brow. “Yeah,” she murmured, realization dawning in her eyes. “I’m starving!”

“Mind you, this is coming from the young lady who ate six pancakes for breakfast, and I don’t know how many strips of bacon,” Yukio snorted, rolling her eyes heavenward.

“Only four pieces, Mummy,” the child protested. “That’s not so many!”

“Well, I know a place that’s perfect for hungry little girls,” Alex declared. “Have either of you ever eaten at Gianinni’s? About four blocks from here?” Linnie and Yukio shook their heads. “They’ve got the best deep-dish pizza in town.”

Linnie’s eyes were dancing from the instant she heard the word pizza. “Yeah!” she cried.

“And that’s not all,” Alex continued. “They also have homemade ice cream.”

“Ooooh, yummy! Can we go, Mummy, please?”

“Easy there — you’re shaking the bed, sweetheart,” Yukio replied. “And yes, we can go.” She gave Alex a bashful smile. “Will this be this our first date, then?”

“Yeah, I guess it is,” Alex laughed. “And after that, you’re both invited to spend the night here with me. And I promise, it’ll be in a cozier room and on a comfier bed than this.” She grinned wolfishly. “I’m counting on getting lucky again tonight, just so you know.”

Linnie tilted her head, peering quizzically at the photographer. “Huh? Lucky?”

Yukio patted her daughter’s shoulder. “She means that she wants to make love again after we come back here, baby.”

“Oh.” Linnie broke into a foolish grin. “Oh, yeah… me too!” Tilting her head, she gave Alex a coquettish smile. “We haven’t got to do sex stuff to you yet, not really.”

“That’s right,” Yukio murmured shyly, slipping a hand between Alex’s legs to stroke her soft inner thighs. “I’ve been dreaming of… of licking your pussy for weeks now.”

“Ooooh, I wanna do that, too!” Linnie squealed, grinning excitedly. “Can we take turns, Mummy?”

“Sure we can, honey,” Yukio laughed, twining an arm around her daughter’s shoulders. “In fact, what if we licked her together? We can taste Alex and kiss each other at the same time!”

“Gosh,” the child whispered, cuddling into her mother. “That sounds so — so beautiful!”

“Don’t get me all excited, you two!” Alex cautioned, cupping her big breasts. “There’s plenty of time for licking — after we get back from Giannini’s.”

At that reminder, Linnie’s eyes popped open, and the nude eight-year-old leapt from the edge of the bed and onto her feet, spinning around to give the grownups an impatient look, arms folded. “C’mon then, let’s go! Pizza pizza pizza pizza!”

Shaking her head, Yukio swung her legs to the floor, rising a bit unsteadily. “I don’t know, Alex… you might want to think about it for awhile before you offer to take this child into your home.” She playfully tousled her daughter’s hair. “She’s a bit of a wild beast.”

“Am not,” Linnie scowled, then broke into giggles. “Well, maybe I am!” She growled in imitation of a tiger, making enormous clawing gestures with her hands.

Alex folded her arms, gazing evenly at the girl. “Well, Little Miss Wild Beast, it’s time for your shower!” She padded toward a door at the far end of the studio, gesturing for the others to follow. “The bathroom’s this way. You might as well just leave your clothes — we’ll come back in here to get dressed.”

“Is it a big shower?” quizzed Linnie, a couple of steps behind.

“Oh, it’s not exactly huge… but it’ll hold all three of us.”

“Ooooh, that sounds like fun.” Linnie clapped her hands. “We can wash each other!”

“Now, honey,” chided Yukio, “if we start fooling around in the shower, we’ll end up making love all over again… and we won’t make it to the pizza place.”

“Oh… yeah, I guess not.” Linnie stepped through the door, followed by her mother.

“It’s okay, little one,” reassured Alex, pausing to pat Yukio’s bottom as she passed by. “Don’t forget, we’ll be fooling around some more after we get back, getting damp and sticky all over… and then we can take another shower!”

From somewhere beyond the door, the girl’s excited giggle could be heard, then she called, “Um, Alex… where’s the bathroom?”

“Second door on the left,” Alex replied. She flicked off all the light switches but one, turning to gaze back into the darkened room for a heartbeat before exiting, her footsteps growing fainter as she followed Yukio down the hallway.

A single spotlight was left to illuminate the studio, casting its beam onto the still-warm bed.

The End

 

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Afterword from JetBoy

Six years ago, fellow erotic author and valuable friend babykeiko gave me a lovely gift on the occasion of my birthday: a short story entitled “The Photo Shoot,” in which a lesbian photographer encourages her model, an eight-year-old girl, to masturbate for her camera. I loved it, and encouraged her to make it public.

A week later, she gave me a second and even finer gift: a challenge. Would I, she asked, re-write and expand her story, adding the girl’s mother as a third character? I immediately accepted, and set to work. We shared ideas back and forth for the next nine months, slowly carving out the story you have just read.

Dear babykeiko… thank you for the gift of this project, for your help in realizing the final result, and most of all, for your friendship. You are a truly beautiful person, and I love you very much.

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Afterword from babykeiko

This is a special story for me… I never had a story of mine re-written… but if there was one person that I would gift a story to for re-writing purposes it would have to be JetBoy… his stories are easily among my favorites here… and when we started corresponding about how this could go from a short “vignette” to a long “beginning – middle – end” story we quickly found we shared very similar ideas…

JetBoy has created a masterpiece, and has written 95% of it… I feel it is more his than mine… he will disagree, and that is because he is kind and humble… a true gentleman… he is a writing genius and I would trust him with any of my stories…

thanks JetBoy… with all my love