Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

The story thus far: Seeking a missing Texas Ranger, our old acquaintance The Tequila Kid comes across a poor family named Miller. Like many others in the area, this widow Sarah and her two little girls, Amy and Cindy, have been brutalized by a wealthy scoundrel named McCuller, who intends to drive away all the owners of small farms and ranches in the area and take their land. Later, drying off from heavy rain at the local stable, Sheriff Lucas Clay comes in search of The Kid, demanding she surrender her guns. Knowing Clay to be corrupt (and in league with McCuller), The Kid asks to speak with him in private. Moments later at the jail, he threatens her, and she deals him a beat-down, then informs him that she means to arrest McCuller and Tyson Avidite (a banker who is part of the conspiracy) before she leaves.

From the sheriff’s office, she goes to the Silver Slipper, the town’s saloon, gambling house and brothel. There, she encounters a young man named Jud Nelson, who she’d seen Sheriff Clay harass earlier. Recognizing him as a decent sort, she hires him to watch the jail to see if Clay leaves. Then she meets a twelve-year-old girl named Dixie, who does menial work at the Silver Slipper and is bullied by Toots, the brutish bartender. The Kid asks Dixie which girl is the most popular of the whores. Star, the girl replies, and The Kid gives Dixie the money to pay for Star’s services that evening.

And now, dear readers, we make our way into the next installment. Read on…

By Purple Les

Leading The Kid up the stairs, Star gestured her into one of the rooms, then followed close behind, shutting the door. She leaned back against it, studying the woman who had paid for her services. Of course, Star had been with women before, but she’d never had one as a customer.

And this one looked like no woman she’d ever seen. For one thing, she was dressed as a man, sporting  a pair of pistols. Guess she’s not run into Sheriff Clay yet. He don’t let anyone wear guns but his own self.

The Tequila Kid glanced around the room. There was a small bed. Two plain wooden chairs. No windows. A dressing screen, next to a small wood table that held a wash bowl and pitcher, along with a towel and a bar of soap. The room was lit by one oil lamp on a nightstand.

Star looked the nineteen-year-old up and down, liking what she saw. She’d make a good whore if it weren’t for them tattoos on her chin. A real pretty girl otherwise. I do believe I’m gonna enjoy this.

“Well, you’re paying. What’s your pleasure, girl?” Star asked.

“My pleasure is to give you pleasure,” The Kid said, speaking softly. “Take that dress off, for starters.”

“What’s your name?” Star murmured, drawing closer.

“You can call me Kid. That’s what my friends call me… and them that wants to be.”

Star nodded. “Reckon I’d like bein’ your friend, Kid.” Reaching around, she undid the few stays on the back of the dress, then let it fall to the floor with the flick of a finger.

The Kid nodded approvingly. Other than red fishnet stockings and shiny black patent leather high heel slippers, Star was completely nude, a gentle smile adorning her lips.

“You look mighty good,” The Kid told her. “Now turn your back to me.”

When Star did as she was told, The Kid moved closer. “That’s a fine caboose you got, Star,” she said, reaching out to fondle the woman’s bare buttocks.

She’s younger than she looks, and puts up a good front… but she’s afraid. Of what, I ain’t sure. Not of me, anyhow. Hell, I reckon doin’ this kinda thing for a livin’ would scare most women. The Kid slowly walked around Star, taking in the view. She’s short, but has a nice figure. That red hair ain’t really red; I can tell that from seeing her pussy patch. Nice eyes, light brown, and big. Well, I best get what I paid for.

The Kid moved behind Star and leaned forward, her lips grazing the woman’s ear. “Be my gal for a little bit, Star,” she whispered. “I want to make you spend. You don’t have to do nothin’… just let me have that beautiful body of yours to play with.”

The Kid put both hands on Star’s shoulders, then slowly moved them down till she was cupping the whore’s full breasts. She gave them a squeeze, then scissored the nipples between her fingers. Star gasped in mixed surprise and delight.

“I like women… girls, too. I like to give ‘em kisses. See ‘em naked. Touch their titties; kiss their cunts. Most folks think that makes me a sinner, but I can’t say as I care.”

The Kid turned Star around to face her, then looked the woman up and down, a growing hunger in her eyes. Leaning close, The Kid brushed her lips against Star’s, then moved in for a long, deep kiss.

Star was left breathless. She’d laid with women many times before; usually as a means to unwind, nearly always with other good-time girls she’d known. It felt good; didn’t mean much more than that. A little  something soft and pleasant after endless days of servicing tradesmen, cowpokes and drifters.

But there was a sweet urgency to The Kid’s passion that Star found downright enchanting. Without a second thought, she gave herself over to the kiss, spearing her tongue into the younger woman’s mouth. She never kissed men that way, not unless they insisted on it.

Gently breaking away, The Kid stepped back just enough to stroke Star’s breasts with the tips of her fingers. Star looked down, watching the girl’s fingers tease her nipples to a throbbing stiffness. When Star raised her face to gaze into The Kid’s eyes, she felt herself start to melt inside. This one’s special, she thought. Hell fire, I’m really gonna enjoy this.

“Lay down on the bed for me,” The Kid said. Star obliged, stretching out on her back. “Yeah, good. My, you sure do look fine. Now, spread them pretty legs apart some. Show me what you got.”

Star slowly parted her thighs, thrilled to see The Kid smile as she stared at the patch of soft brown pubes framing a now moist pink slit. A French whore she’d met once had taught her the art of trimming her bush. At the time, it seemed silly to Star, but something about a neatly done pubic triangle could really get a man going, and add to a bar girl’s popularity. The Kid seemed to appreciate it too.

“Like what you see?” Star asked, actually feeling a little shy.

“Sure do.” The Kid answered. “Ever been with girls before?”

“Yes.” Star replied, feeling a renewed twinge of lust. “I…” Star began, then thought better of it and went silent. Maybe I shouldn’t talk about that.

“Tell me.” The Kid said as she sat on the bed and began to stroke the inside of Star’s thighs. “Tell me how old you was when you loved a girl the first time.” Spreading Star’s legs further apart she added “Was it a friend? Maybe your sister… your momma, even? Were you a child yourself then, or growed up already?”

The Kid lightly trailed a finger up and down through Star’s swelling pussy lips as she spoke.

Star moaned, then said, “It was my Aunt Olive. She was my aunt, but she weren’t much older than me. I was ten, she was fourteen.”

“How’d it start?” The Kid asked as her finger touched Star’s clit for a second, making Star quiver. “Please tell me.” Her voice was like warm honey dripping down a fresh, hot buttermilk biscuit. Now she was using two fingers, teasing Star’s vaginal opening.

“It was a hot day.” Star began. “A week after my tenth birthday.” She tried to collect her thoughts as The Kid’s finger slid easily into her cunt.

The Kid bent down to kiss Star on the mouth before saying, “You was ten, your aunt fourteen. I like that. How’d she make you feel?”

“I loved it.” Star declared, a hot stirring taking place down below, a feeling she hadn’t experienced for ages. “I’d seen my Aunt Olive holding a boy’s pecker, jerkin’ him off. I liked seeing it, but what I really wanted was to see her naked. I’d been havin’ thoughts about Olive, wantin’ us to be closer… but I was too young to know what that meant. See, her body had been more like mine, then she changed, lookin’ more like a woman. All curves and such. Well that’s how it seemed to me anyway, bein’ only ten. I’d never seen that happen to a girl before.”

“So you were tellin’ me about that hot day…” The Kid whispered as she carefully slipped three fingers into Star’s very wet pussy.

“Well, we ended up near the woods where it was cool. It was  just us with the whole world to ourselves. I told her I wished I was a boy. When she asked why, I told her so she could touch my pecker. She was surprised I’d seen her doin’ that. But she didn’t mind, cause I’d kept it to myself.

“Then Olive said to me, ‘I can make you feel good anyway. Girls don’t have peckers, but we got something else even more fun’. Oh God, Kid, that feels wonderful. D-don’t stop!”

By then, The Kid was working her fingers in and out of Star’s juicy cunt. Eager to take her lover even higher, she placed the tip of her pinky against Star’s anus, which opened enough to take its full length on the next stroke.

“Oh!” Star cried  “Oh, yeah, Kid. F-fuck my butthole!”

Damn, The Kid thought. Her story reminds me of Arabella, the way she learned about love from her big sister. Even when enjoyin’ a fuck with a good woman like Star, I’ve still got Arabella on my mind. Can’t help but miss that sweet little girl. Wonder if she ever thinks of me? I know for sure I’ll never forget her. 

Chiding herself for getting distracted from the task at hand, The Kid said, “What happened then? Tell me all of it.”

“I t-told Olive how I’d love to see her naked. She smiled and, and took off all her clothes. I was scared ‘cause we were outdoors, but she told me not to worry, th-this was a private place and no one was gonna see. Then she undressed me, so both of us was naked. Olive let me take a good long look, explainin’ why she had hair down there, and how her… her breasts had got so big. Told me how I’d look more like her one day, but she liked my little girl body the way it was.”

I would have too, The Kid thought. Just the same way I liked Arabella. No, no – stop thinkin’ about her. You’re with Star now.

Bringing her knees up, Star spread them far apart, giving The Kid full access to her holes. “Olive started by teachin’ me to kiss, then all the rest of it. She let me touch her, wherever and however I pleased. Ohhhh, Kid… that feels so good.

“It was the first time me and Olive done it, but n-not the last. For years, we made love as much as we could. Didn’t stop till she was seventeen and got married. Didn’t even quit then, not really. We meant to, but both of us wanted it too much. Our last time was not long after she had her third baby. That was when I – I moved on.”

Still pleasuring Star with her fingers, The Kid wondered what happened that caused her to leave home. Instead, she asked, “Did Olive ever lick that sweet little slit of yours?”

Star’s eyes lit up again. “Oh hell, yes! We did it all, anything we could think of. She sure did teach me about girl love. One time we got another cousin of ours to join in. Even younger’n me, she was. Only about eight. Much as I loved Olive, somethin’ about Jean’s sweet little girl pussy got me all hot and crazy inside.” Star smiled, dreamy-eyed with arousal at the memory of it.

Sensing Star was on the edge of release, The Kid began to manipulate her lover’s clitoris with the right hand, still fucking her with the left. Star was shivering in rapture, her body moving in time with The Kid’s thrusts. “Do it harder,” she mumbled. “M-make me feel it!”

Soon the woman’s body was pumping frantically, her whimpers and gasps accompanying the squeaking bed frame, along with the sound of wetness as The Kid drove her fingers in and out of Star’s juicy vagina. In addition, traces of the piano could be heard from downstairs, filtering through the floorboards.

Star burst into orgasm – a real one, unlike when she’d occasionally pretend to come for one of her more valued customers. Most of the time, she didn’t even bother to pretend. But now she seized up, helpless to do much more than groan, her womanly frame racked by spasm after spasm of rapture. Clutching The Kid’s wrist to hold it in place, Star blurted, “That’s it, fuck me. D-d-don’t stop!”

The Kid grinned as she spurred Star on, driving her from one blissful peak to the next, finally easing off when she was sure the woman could take no more. Withdrawing her fingers, The Kid brought them to her mouth, purring happily at the familiar, yet always different taste of cunt.

Star was spread out on the bed, spent and panting. After a moment she slowly sat up, swinging her legs to the floor. The Kid was startled to realize Star was in tears..

She quickly sat down next to the sobbing woman, wrapping an arm around Star’s waist. “Did I do somethin’ wrong? I… I’m sorry if I hurt you.” Tough as she was, The Kid felt helpless as a child when a woman or girl cried in her presence.

With a shaky laugh, Star wiped her tears away, sniffling a bit. “Oh, don’t you fret, Kid. I always cry when I have a real good come.” She smiled, but it was tinged with sadness. “I ain’t cried for a good long while.” Shaking her head as if to clear it, she turned to The Kid, murmuring, “Thanks, darlin’. That was… it was a nice surprise. Why don’t you get undressed and let me make you spend?” Glancing at a small watch pinned to her dress, she added, “You paid for an hour, and we still got time left.”

Though tempted, Kid shook her head. “I’d like that, but maybe some other time. Right now, I’d be much obliged if you’d answer a couple questions for me.”

Star’s mouth tightened slightly. With a long sigh, she said, “Was I you, I’d hide them guns before you run into Sheriff Clay.”

“Thanks.” The Kid said with a brief smile. “We already come to a mutual agreement on that.”

Slowly rising to her feet, Star said, “‘Scuse me for a moment.” She went behind the dressing screen, and The Kid heard her piss into the chamber pot. She came back around and poured some water into the bowl, using it to clean her hands, then used the damp washcloth to wipe between her thighs. Glancing up at The Kid, she said, “You can wash your hands, if you’re of a mind to.”

The Kid took her turn at the bowl, drying her hands on a nearby towel. When she turned around. Star was

plucking her dress from the floor, then stepping into it. The Kid walked over and did up the back of the dress for her.

“Thanks. What’s your question?” Star said, taking a small sack from her dress pocket.

“You or any of the girls ever had Ben McCuller, Cy Warren, or Tyson Avidite for a customer? Know anything about ‘em?”

Withdrawing a small brown bottle from the sack, Star frowned. “I’m not s’posed to talk about my customers… ‘specially them as runs this crummy hole of a town. Why are you askin’, anyhow?”

The Kid took her badge out and showed it to Star. “I’m the Tequila Kid, a special agent for the Texas Rangers. These men are tied up in a land grab scheme. Anything you can tell me might help save a lot of people their homes. Maybe even their lives.”

The bottle Star held had a label that The Kid couldn’t read, but when she uncorked it The Kid knew what it was from the smell. Laudanum.

Without apology or explanation Star took a big swig from the bottle, corked it, put it back in the sack and returned it to her pocket. The Kid watched without comment.

Star paused to think, then said, “Tyson don’t come here. He’s married, but I heard tell he likes it best with boys. Cy Warren always takes the girls from behind. He fucks hard, like he’s tryin’ to make it hurt, but his dick is too small.” She giggled. “We always pretend it’s too much, beg him to stop. I don’t know nothin’ more about him, ‘cept folks say he’s mean as a snake.” Star glanced at The Kid, suddenly alarmed. “You best not let any of this get back to Cy. He’d wring my neck for sure.”

“Won’t breathe a word,” The Kid vowed. “What about McCuller?”

Star shook her head. “Him I won’t talk about. Sorry, it’s too dangerous.”

“Fair enough. What’s that girl Dixie’s story?”

“Her? She turned up about…” Star ticked the numbers off on her fingers. “…maybe five or so months ago. She came with her big sister Dallas. Their folks had died and they’d been driftin’ from town to town, doin’ whatever it took to get by. You know how it can be.”

The Kid nodded and Star said, “Anyway, Sheriff Clay got tough with ‘em – big surprise there, right? Dallas needed a job, and nobody round here was hirin’ women but Toots. So she went to work for him.”

“Toots. He that tall feller behind the bar?”

Star nodded. “That’s him. As my daddy would say, that man is ten pounds of shit in a five-pound sack. Well, long story short, Dallas vanished a couple months ago, so now Dixie’s workin’ here. Not as a whore, mind you, just drudge work. Us girls got a shack to ourselves across the alley, and Dixie stays with us.”

The Kid frowned thoughtfully. “Does she get paid?”

“Food and a room, that’s all,” Star replied. “She don’t even get to keep tips. It all goes into Toots’ pocket.”

No real pay, not much food, and a lot of work. The Kid told herself. Well, she won’t be gettin’ treated like a slave for much longer.

In the meantime, Star went through the process of getting her laudanum bottle out once more and taking another swig. The drug was already beginning to take effect, her eyes taking on a far away look. “Now I recall somethin’ else. You ain’t the first Texas Ranger to come through askin’ questions, Kid. There was another, a big handsome fella who wore buckskins. Dallas fell hard for him.”

“Clark Hansen?” The Kid asked.

Star contemplated the bottle in her hand. “I think that was his handle, yes.”

“The Rangers haven’t heard from him in months. Any idea what could of happened?”

“Well, I heard he left town. Dallas left too, so I reckon they run off together. That’s what we all figured, anyway.” Star took a small sip from the bottle and smiled at nothing. “One thing I never did understand is why she left Dixie behind. They was real close.”

“Sisters are, usually,” The Kid put in.

Star winked. “Oh, I mean real close. Me and the girls like to play around with each other when we get in the mood. Well, it turned out that Dallas and Dixie had been given’ each other pleasure for years. Don’t that beat all? So they fit right in here. I tell you, seein’ them make love to each other was an eyeful.”

Rubbing her chin, The Kid said, “I’d like to get Dixie out of here, find a home for her, or find out where her sister went. Any ideas on that?”

“Know what? That’s just what that other Ranger said. Told Dallas he’d get her and Dixie set up somewhere so they could live decent.” Star took one last sip and put the bottle away. “Then those two run off together.” Shaking her head, she added, “You’ll have to ask someone else about Ben McCuller. I won’t talk about him at all.”

“That’s all right, Star. You helped me plenty.” She drew closer, giving Star a gentle kiss. “I’d like to come see you again some time.”

“You do that. I won’t even charge,” Star said. She glanced at her watch, then grimaced. “Hell’s bells… I got to get back to work.” She opened the door, glumly peering through. “Another damn day, another damn dollar.”

Gathering her coat and slicker, The Kid followed Star out the door. Placing both hands on the balcony rail,  Star looked absently at The Kid and said, “Thanks. It was real nice, bein’ with you.”

The Kid descended the stairs, returning to her table. She watched Star making her way to the bottom, where she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Her eyes popped open, a big smile appeared on her face, and she strutted over to a table full of men. “Howdy, boys!” she announced. “Who’s got the next dance with me?”

With a sigh, The Kid looked away. Hell of a thing, she thought. Some women got a mighty hard row to hoe.

She sat brooding for a couple of minutes, then went to the table where the poker game was going on. “Mind if I play a few hands?” she asked.

An elderly man in a black suit and hat stood up. He removed the hat to reveal thick white hair, took a bow and said, “Young lady, we would be honored for you to join our game. You can get chips over there at the cashier.”

Leaving her coat and slicker on an empty chair, The Kid went to the cashier cage, where she bought twenty dollars worth of chips, dumping them into her hat. Sure hope I win some tonight – this is the end of my money, just about. I’ll play till I win some, or till Jud gets back. She stood for a moment watching the table, studying the individual players. The old feller is a pro. The other man looks like he plays a good game. That other man’s a born loser. Well, here goes.

Just then, Jud Nelson entered. He saw The Kid and quickly approached.

“Anything happen?” The Kid said.

Jud nodded. “Just like you said. Sheriff Clay came out of his office. He stood there lookin’ at the banker’s house from across the street. He started to go there, then stopped and went to the livery stable instead. He rode out of town just now like the hounds of hell were after him.”

“To McCuller’s?” Tequila asked.

Jud took off a soaked hat, ran his fingers through his thick blonde hair and said, “Well, he rode the right direction out of town, so I reckon that’s sure ‘nough where he’s headed.”

“How far’s the ride to McCuller’s?”

“If you rode hard on a good day, maybe an hour or so. A night like this? Probably three or four.”

“Here you go,” The Kid said, handing Jud his five dollars. “Want to make it ten?”

“Well, sure,” the young man replied.

“Just let me know when Clay gets back… if he ever does. For now, have a drink and get warmed up. I reckon the sheriff won’t be back for a while yet. Till then, I got some poker to play.” The Kid gave her hat a shake, making the chips rattle.

Soon to come: Chapter Four!