Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

After we enjoyed our first climax together that night, lying in bed, talking on the phone, Donna and I didn’t hang up right away but went on a while longer. Pretty soon we were masturbating again, describing to each other everything our fingers were doing and exactly how it felt until we reached another wonderfully satisfying simultaneous orgasm.

It was cool having phone sex with a woman. Better than cool, in fact, it was extremely hot. I’d never done anything like that before, not with anyone — but what made it hotter still was that while she and I were playing with ourselves, we were also talking about her daughters, only ten and twelve years old, and how sexy she thought they were. It was amazing to hear Donna say such dirty things about Felicity and Heather, how she wanted to watch me lick and finger their pussies or sit on their faces. Unbelievable!

I really loved this kinky direction my life had taken. There’s no denying it, I definitely have a thing for young girls, anywhere from about eight or nine years old up to twelve or thirteen. Mmm, yes, a smooth, hairless pussy, a girl with a flat chest or maybe little breast buds, thinking about it makes me so wet.

Although older teenage girls excite me too, and I easily can get turned on by an attractive, sensual, grown-up woman, there’s something about a kid that age, approaching puberty or just beginning it, that totally drives me wild. And now, thanks to Kay and Danielle, I could do a whole lot more than just think about little girls like that, I could actually have sex with them, in real life!

Plus, to make it even kinkier and hotter, I got to do this while their mothers were right there with us, rubbing themselves and climaxing while they watched me fuck their daughters. Talk about awesome!!

Yeah, I know, there I go again, overusing exclamation points. But wouldn’t you be thrilled if you were in my position? How many people ever get an opportunity like this?

I felt so fortunate, and almost couldn’t believe it was all really happening. The events of the past few weeks had been by far the most deliriously erotic I’d ever known, even better than my years of wonderful sex with Gina. She was fabulous, no question, and I would forever cherish what Gina meant to me and what I’d learned from her. But still, nothing could possibly compare to the ecstatic pleasure of fucking a little girl right in front of her mom. Nothing.

It was getting close to midnight when Donna and I finally ended our call, and by then a decision clearly had been made. Well, at least a conditional one. The final choice would be up to Heather and Felicity, but we would present the idea to them on Thursday after our regular yoga session. We would ask the kids if they wanted to have special private lessons provided by me, lessons in which they would learn all about lesbian sex — and then experience it too, while their mother and the others two moms looked on.

But did the girls want that? That’s what we would ask them.

 

When I woke up Wednesday morning and recalled the long conversation I’d had with Donna the night before, I immediately got turned on again. Before getting out of bed, I rubbed my clit and had yet another orgasm. I had to do it quickly, because I didn’t want to be late for school, but I just couldn’t resist. It was all so hot.

As you might expect, I felt extremely distracted during my classes that day. Although I tried, it was hard to concentrate on what the teachers were saying while I was also thinking about what might lie ahead. Sex with two more luscious young girls, with their mom watching us? Oh my god!

At lunchtime, I did something I’d never done before, masturbating at school, sitting on the toilet seat in the restroom. I’m pretty sure, of course, that I wasn’t the first girl (or boy) ever to do that, but this was a first for me. To be honest, it wasn’t that great. I kept worrying about being caught, plus it was kind of smelly and icky in there. If I hadn’t needed to come so badly, I wouldn’t have done it then, and I never did it afterwards. That day, however, it was like I had no choice. I simply couldn’t keep my hands off my pussy.

Later that evening, I called Kay on my cell phone. I wanted to make sure she knew what was going on. It turned out she’d already heard the news from Donna, which I suppose is not surprising. Anyway, Kay was very excited about it, and she told me Danielle was too. As a matter of fact, she said Donna had asked both of them to join us the following afternoon for that all-important discussion we would have with Heather and Felicity.

That stirred me up quite a bit. What a thing to imagine! But then something else occurred to me as well. I asked Kay whether she thought Addison and Cherise should be there with us too, perhaps taking part in the conversation.

“Well, sure, I don’t see why not,” she replied. “Unless Donna objects to it, which I doubt she would. Why? Do you think it’s a problem?”

“Me? No, not at all. It’s just, you know… I guess we’ll have to see how it goes.”

“That’s right, but don’t worry, honey, everything will be just fine,” said Kay.

“Okay.”

We chatted a few minutes more, then hung up, and not long after that I turned out the light.

But you know what? I got almost no sleep that night. I kept tossing and turning, thinking about what would happen the next day, and with so many other wonderfully naughty thoughts swirling around in my head — fantasies of Felicity and Heather nude, of me having sex with them, then with Cherise and Addison joining in. I envisioned all four of them in a hot little girl orgy, and the moms in the mix as well. Although I wouldn’t push for it, I hadn’t completely given up on that idea yet, mothers and daughters fucking each other. It was just too arousing, too delicious. I made myself come again and again as I pictured what might take place in the weeks ahead.

So, I was kind of worn out the next day, feeling pretty sleepy, and my pussy definitely was sore. But that was just fine. Everything was great!

Our Thursday yoga class went well. I’d seriously considered not wearing gym shorts again because I really wanted the kids to get a good look at my crotch, to see the wetness seeping through the thin material of my leotard, but ultimately I made what I knew was the right choice.

As I’d told myself before, if I was going to teach mindfulness, I had to practice mindfulness. There would be a time and a place for everything, but first things first. Focus all my energy and concentration on being a good instructor, on properly teaching the lesson, and then later I could turn my attention to sex.

Of course, the act of staying focused on being a teacher didn’t necessarily mean sexual thoughts or feelings might not occur from time to time. I truly couldn’t prevent that. Being so close to these lovely young girls, often putting my hands on them during the lessons, seeing those slim, supple bodies stretching this way and that, their skimpy leotards hiding almost nothing… well, it was impossible not to get turned on, and I allowed myself to experience this arousal without guilt. That, obviously, is where the wet spot between my legs came from, but at least I kept it concealed beneath my shorts.

Before the class was even over, Danielle and Kay had arrived, joining us in the family room. They sat down with Donna to observe the last fifteen minutes or so. They’d apparently both left work early that day, made some excuse or another. At any rate, they were there.

After we finished as usual with the Savasana pose, and after I made a few brief remarks to the girls, telling them what to work on during their individual practice, Donna clapped her hands and said, “Okay, kids, don’t run off now. There’s something we need to talk about first.”

Donna looked totally cute, as always, dressed in red capri slacks along with a half-sleeve white knit top, quite low-cut, displaying plenty of appealing cleavage. She wore two-inch heels, red to go with her pants. Though a tiny bit chubby, the woman definitely was attractive.

I stood, hanging back for a moment, while the girls gathered round, sitting on the floor near Donna’s feet, looking up at her. She was in the center of a long rattan sofa with pretty cushions. Kay, wearing jeans and a sweater, was seated next to Donna.

Danielle caught my eye, motioning for me to come and sit with her. I’d noticed when she came in that the tall, slender brunette was dressed in the same outfit she’d had on a few weeks earlier on that memorable day when she and Donna asked me to make love to their daughters while they watched. Maybe that was a deliberate choice, or possibly it was just because Danielle didn’t actually have a very big selection of clothes to choose from.

Either way, she looked great, wearing a cream-colored sleeveless top and a very short navy blue skirt, showing off her long beautiful legs. I smiled at the woman and sat down beside her on a rattan loveseat that matched the sofa. She took my hand, giving it a squeeze.

What would happen next? How would Heather and Felicity respond? My palms were sweaty, and I could feel my pulse racing. I knew this was a major turning point. My adventures with these young girls and their moms could soon get even wilder and better, but on the other hand, it might all come crashing down, ending in disaster.

“Um, so, you two,” Donna began, looking at her daughters, “I have to ask if you want to… do something special. See, uh, Britt has started giving some extra private lessons to Cherise and Addison. Not yoga, but a different kind of teaching. And now we want to know if you guys would like that sort of instruction too.”

She paused, apparently waiting for a reply, but the girls made no answer. That didn’t surprise me much since what they’d heard to this point from her was rather vague.

However, I thought I could see a twinkle in Heather’s eye and a knowing smile at the corner of her mouth. The twelve-year-old was perched in front of her mother, kneeling and gazing up attentively, hands resting on her thighs. I saw that the girl’s nipples were firmly erect, poking though the thin material of her leotard, and I wondered if Donna’s eyes were drawn to them the way mine were. Then I figured, how could they not be?

After a few seconds of silence, Donna cleared her throat, then went on. “It’s, uh, Britt has been teaching them, well, I guess you could call it, sort of, like, a kind of… sex education.”

Heather couldn’t contain herself any more. “Yeah, we know!” she chirped, as the three kids around her burst out laughing.

“You — you know?” said Donna, eyebrows raised.

Giggling and blushing, Heather nodded, “Uh-huh.”

Addison turned to Kay. “Don’t get mad, Mom. But, you know, I told ‘em,” she shrugged.

“We both did,” Cherise said to her mother, Danielle. “We told ‘em about it.”

Fortunately, neither Danielle or Kay seemed upset or angry. They just shook their heads, grinning. It’s impossible, I suppose, to expect little girls who are so close to keep secrets like that from each other.

So that’s how it all worked out. We didn’t have to explain anything to Heather and Felicity because they already knew what was going on. And from their giddy, excited reactions, it was quite obvious that both were eager to receive the same sort of instruction I’d been giving to Addison and Cherise.

In fact, Heather asked, “Can we start right now, tonight?”

I was hoping we could!

But Kay put a stop to that. “No, not tonight,” she said, shaking her head. “It’s a school night. Britt needs to get home. We all have to.”

Then she said to Donna, “How would Saturday afternoon work for you? Can you get away then? Bring the kids over to my place?”

“Uh-huh, I’m pretty sure I can. Trevor gets home from his business trip tomorrow, but he already told me he’s playing golf on Saturday with his partners.”

“Golf?” said Danielle. “Isn’t it kind of cold for that?”

“Yeah, but they don’t care. They’re working on some big deal, I think. Chances are they’ll be out late at night too.” Rolling her eyes, Donna added, “He spends more time with those guys than he does with me.”

She said this with a smirk as if it didn’t really bother her that much, but maybe a little bit. I could sense that she felt ignored by her husband. That was kind of sad, but perhaps it was good for us. Donna was the kind of woman, it seemed, who needed attention and affection, who craved intimate physical contact. She could get plenty of that, I knew, from her lesbian friends, Kay and Danielle, and now from me as well. Possibly even from her daughters!

Impulsively I got to my feet and took a few steps to the sofa. I sat down next to Donna and slid an arm around her shoulders, kissing her cheek. Closing my eyes, I inhaled the sweet scent of her perfume. I nuzzled her soft, warm skin and kissed her a second time.

“Thank you,” I told her. “I’m really looking forward to this.”

“So am I,” Donna smiled. Then she looked at Felicity and Heather, their young, pretty faces beaming up at her. “I think we all are.”

 

That evening, after eating dinner with my mother and father and doing some homework for school, I said goodnight to them and went to bed a little earlier than usual. I wasn’t sleepy, of course, but incredibly keyed up, intensely aroused by all that was happening.

Lying on my back in the dark, I slipped my hands under my big t-shirt and fondled my breasts. I tried to pretend I was touching Heather’s nipples and that I was kissing the adorable little blonde while her mother watched us. As you can imagine, this fantasy drove me wild with lust. When I pushed a hand down inside my boxers to massage my clit, it took only a few seconds of touching myself until suddenly I came. I gasped and cried out, much louder than intended.

Panting, hoping my parents hadn’t heard me, I turned over onto my stomach. One orgasm definitely wasn’t enough that night. I needed more, but I wanted to be as quiet as possible. With my face muffled in a pillow, I shoved both hands inside my shorts, humping my fingers. God, I was so turned on. My clit was swollen and tingling, my pussy lips slick with moisture. I fucked my hands faster and faster while dreaming I was on top of Felicity, the ten-year-old, shoving my cunt into hers.

Soon another climax was building. I slowed down just a bit, aiming to stretch it out if I could. But when I pictured Felicity’s face, her big blue eyes looking into mine as I fucked the child pussy to pussy, I simply couldn’t hold back. I came again very hard, screaming into my pillow, drenching my fingers with fragrant, gooey juices.

And still I wasn’t finished. After taking half a minute or so to recover, I got up onto my knees. Supporting myself with one hand, the other in my boxers, I pushed a finger into my vagina as deep as it would go. I was unbelievably wet and slippery and so damn hot inside. With my eyes closed, I pretended that I was sitting on Donna’s face, that my finger was her tongue, and that the sexy woman was tongue-fucking my cunt while her little girls watched us. I envisioned those kids moving in very close, licking their lips, small fingers working between their own legs. Just before I came for a third time, I fell forward, burying my face in the pillow as I felt the muscles in my vagina clamping down around my finger in rhythmic spasms.

Three orgasms usually would be a lot for me, especially in the space of only about fifteen minutes. But I was on a high, carried away by the intoxicating fantasies of forbidden sex with an attractive mom and her two young daughters.

So, did I want to make myself come yet again? I rolled over onto my back and thought about it for a minute while sucking on my gooey finger. Maybe I did want to. Or, hmm, maybe, instead…

I got out of bed and grabbed my cell phone from my dresser, then slipped back under the sheets. Grinning an evil grin, I found Donna’s number and pressed the button. I heard it ring. Two rings, three rings, then, “Hello?”

“Hi, it’s me.”

“Britt?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Oh, um… hey, what’s up?”

“I’m fucking myself.”

“You are?” Donna giggled.

“Yeah. I’m fucking my cunt with my finger while I think about having sex with your daughters.”

“Jesus.”

“Can you talk now?” I asked, belatedly.

“Um, yeah, it’s fine. I was just reading. The kids are in bed.”

“Are they masturbating?”

“Wow,” she chuckled, sounding a trifle nervous. “You’re really turned on, aren’t you.”

“Totally. I’ve already come three times, but now I want more. I want you to come with me. I want you to play with yourself and tell me about your daughters, your little girls, how hot they are and about everything you want to do with them.”

“Well, okay… but just a minute. Let me turn the light out first.”

I heard some rustling, and a click, followed by more rustling. Then she said, “I’m ready now.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Nothing. I sleep nude.”

“Do your kids know that?”

Donna hesitated, then said, “Yes. Sometimes they’ll come in for some reason or another. They’ve seen me. They know.”

“Do you sleep that way when your husband’s home too? Nude, I mean?”

“Uh-huh, yeah, I always have. I like how it feels.”

“So, are you playing with yourself now?” I asked.

“I sure am. Are you?”

“Absolutely. I have a finger inside my cunt with my thumb on my clit.”

“Nice,” she murmured.

“But like I said, what about your girls? You think they’re masturbating too?”

“I don’t know… maybe, I guess.”

“Would you like to watch them?”

“You know I would,” Donna sighed.

“Tell me about that. Tell me what you’d like to see.”

“Well, uh, okay.”

However, before doing that, she said, “It’s… it’s been a long time since I’ve done this. Had phone sex. Not since high school, in fact. Me and couple of girlfriends sometimes used to, you know…”

“That’s pretty hot.”

“Yeah, it was. I liked it. I fooled around a lot with girls back then. With boys too. I was sort of loose, I guess.”

“But you had fun.”

“Sure I did, plenty of fun. When I was college, though, my third year, I got pregnant. That’s when I married Trevor.”

“Was he the father?”

“Um, I don’t know, maybe or maybe not. We’ve never had a DNA test or anything. But they don’t look much like him, a lot more like me. Anyway, after we were married, I didn’t do anything at all with girls or women for a long time. Not until a couple years ago when I met Kay, and then Danielle.”

“Kay told me you like pussy.”

“God, yes, I do. I love it.”

“So, tell me about your girls now, your sexy young daughters.”

She grunted, “Unhh, ahh, all right. Just hearing you say that, Britt, using those words, almost makes me come.”

“Tell me about them,” I whispered.

“Okay. I don’t know which one I want more. Both of them, I guess. I’d really love to see them side by side, naked, spreading their legs for me, letting me look at their little pussies. Pussies… pussies… little girl fucking pussies!! UNHH!! FUCK!!!”

Donna was climaxing, obviously. I wasn’t quite there yet myself, so I just listened to her, which was pretty exciting, as I continued rubbing myself.

I heard several seconds of panting and gasping and groaning from her, and then she said, “God, sorry… that just came up on me all of a sudden.”

“That’s okay, I don’t mind. I like listening to you.”

“Good. And, um, Britt?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you really want to fuck my daughters?”

“Oh my god, yes! I sure do.”

“Mmm, I can’t wait to see that. I think they’re pretty excited about it too.”

“I hope so.”

“What do you want to do with them?”

“Everything. I want to lick their little clits and fuck them with my fingers and sit on their faces and come in their mouths and, and all that while you’re watching us. I’m gonna fuck them so hard you — unh, Donna! I’m gonna come!!”

That was my fourth climax that night, but still not my last. About a half hour later, I was able to come one more time as I listened to Donna talking dirty about her little girls. In the meantime, she’d enjoyed two more orgasms herself. Finally, at around 11:00, we said goodnight, then hung up, and I went to sleep.

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