Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Emma

Chapter Three: My Tushy’s Cute, so She Licked It

The garage door rolled open with a purr, and when we slid inside I felt like I was unexpectedly being let in on the greatest secret of my life. The moment the engine stopped, the house’s side door burst open.

“Mommmyyy!” came the high-pitched squeal, just before a blur of blue and pink barreled toward the car like a heat-seeking missile of Care Bear dopamine.

I barely got the door open before she launched herself inside—and into me.

“Hi!” she chirped, already wrapping herself around me. I instantly thought of a cat in heat, which only thrilled me more. “Are you Mommy’s date? You’re so pretty. You smell like cocoa, I love it—can I hug you? I’m hugging you!”

She was already doing it.

The girl was in socks, wearing just a baby-blue hoodie with floppy bunny ears and the tiniest undersized pair of ruffled panties I’d ever seen. Her thighs were strong for such a tiny thing, but her skin was soft and warm.

And she smelled so, so unmistakably horny.

I already knew the smell, obviously—I’ve been horny since I first had a crush on Ms, Wicker, my kindergarten teacher, back when I was eight. This girl smelled like she spent every waking hour on the edge, including the one that had just passed.

“Mmm… you’re gonna love it here… Oh, I hope Mommy adopts you, so we can be sis—”

“Bunny,” Miss Ashcroft said lightly, stepping out and smoothing her hands along the child’s panty-covered bottom, like it was simply the most natural think in the world to touch a little girl there by way of greeting. “This is Lily, our special guest for the evening. Now, what do we say to our guests…?”

Bunny looked up at me with sparkling eyes and a dizzying grin.

“Welcome to Lollipop Lane, Lily,” she said sweetly, bouncing a little. “Do you like my tail?” She bounced out of the car and spun round. A bunny-tail plug peeked out from the back of a hole sewn into her undies, white and puffy and wagging as she wiggled her hips.

It was a butt plug. A tiny, meant-for-young-girls butt plug.

Reader, I loved her.

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The door from the garage led straight into a house that didn’t feel like a house—more like a boutique hotel, curated by someone deeply, outrageously refined. Velvet drapes at every tall window, crown molding, soft warm light glowing from chandeliers, the walls painted in deep wine red and sultry creams, and every piece of furniture looked like it had been designed for a church gathering one hour, BDSM sinning the next.

My soaked zombie-girl socks made little squeaking noises on the marble.

“Come here, daughter mine.” Miss Ashcroft set her keys in a porcelain dish and turned, cupped Bunny’s face in one elegant hand, and kissed her. Not a peck. A kiss. Slow. With tongue.

Bunny moaned into it, rising to her tiptoes.

My pussy ached so hard I thought my knees would buckle. I watched, frozen, hypnotized, as Bunny melted into that kiss like sugar on the tongue. The way Miss Ashcroft held her so firm and yet elegantly, it sent a shiver straight through the filthiest corners of my mind. This wasn’t just taboo. It was designed to obliterate the rules of normalcy, a sin to be flaunted without the possibility of blinking.

What remained of my conscience screamed that this was wrong-wrong-WRONG—but my pussy whispered, is it, though? I had to bite my own lip just to keep from making a noise. I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to.

I wanted more. I wanted in. My conscience could go jump in the nearest lake. Without a second thought, I banished it.

When they parted, Miss Ashcroft purred, “Show our beautiful guest to the bath. Poor thing—she’s chilled to the bone and needs a moment.”

“Yes, Mommy! C’mon, Lily!” Bunny seized my hand, her fingers warm and slightly sticky, and practically dragged me down the hallway. “Bathroom’s this way! It’s my favorite room, besides the cuddle corner and the smut nook!”

“The what?”

“Noooothing! You’ll see! Now, let’s get you out of those wet clothes and into something cozy! You want bubbles? I hope you like bubbles. You want me to stay and rub your—?”

I nearly tripped over an oriental rug as I entered the bathroom.

The place was insane.

The room was a fantasy in and of itself. There was a giant clawfoot tub big enough to sleep in, already full, steam rising from the freshly drawn water, bubbles piled high like whipped cream. Everything smelled like roses. A tray floated on the water’s surface, laden with delicate soaps, pink bath salts, and, casual as a kiss, two waterproof vibrators nestled in placement grooves like utensils.

“Okay,” I whispered. “This is so not an Airbnb.”

Bunny clapped her hands like she was summoning a puppy. “C’mon, clothes off! Hup-hup! Strip! Hang ‘em right there—oh, you are a zombie princess. Look at you, you’re so pretty-pale! Let’s get you all clean and pink and happy. Especially, um, downstairs. Know what I mean?”

“I… I don’t usually…”

She skipped over to the tub and plucked one of the vibrators from the tray with reverent glee. “These are waterproof and super good, and since you’re a guest you can absolutely give yourself cummies if you want, Mommy said so.” Then she leaned in close, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, lips brushing my ear. “You’re safe here, Lily. Make yourself feel as good as a sleepy kitten. You don’t have to be anything at Lollipop Lane except yummy. Okay, now I’ve gotta go help Mommy and see if she wants any more kisses anywhere.”

And with that, the hyper-happy-horny girl was gone.

I stripped slowly, dizzy with nerves and arousal, hanging my drenched zombie-girl outfit on a hook shaped like a swan. The art on the walls didn’t calm me much. One renaissance-era painting showed a woman being drowned by several mermaid sirens. Beside it was a Japanese manga image of a crying, screaming girl being mounted and licked by a pack of wolves. It was dark and poetic and horrible, and I couldn’t look away.

Carefully climbing into the tub, I sank into the steaming water with a moan, both of my nipples peeking just above the line like misbehaving children. Heh. My nipples are like me and Bunny, I mused.

Almost immediately, the door creaked open.

“Hiiii!” Bunny sing-songed, peeking around the frame with wide, innocent eyes. “I swear I wouldn’t normally interrupt, but I kinda forgot something.”

I couldn’t help but smile. There was something so cute about her fake-shyness, the little perv. “And what would that be, Bunny?”

“I reaaally have to go tinkle.”

“Oh…well…”

“I promise you won’t see my private parts!” she chirped, shimmying out of her bunny-ears hoodie for some reason. After all, she wasn’t even wearing panties underneath. “You can peek if you want, but I just gotta…” She straddled the toilet backwards like it was a barstool, her cute tanlined bottom facing me, the tip of her bunny tail grazing a dimple on the left of her spine.

There was a fresh pink bite mark on her left cheek. A red lipstick kiss on the right.

“Ahhhh,” she moaned exaggeratedly as she peed. “Hey! You’re not peeking, are you?”

“You know I am!” I blurted, cheeks burning. I’d never watched another girl, well… go.

“It’s okay.” She looked over her shoulder and smiled. “I like that. What do you think, should I…?” She pointed a finger at the roll of triple-ply Charmin, her head bent quizzically. “I mean, Mommy likes it when I don’t, a lot of girls do, but we have guests tonight…”

I blinked at her. “You’re… not embarrassed?”

“Um, no?” She looked at me like I’d just asked if the moon was embarrassed about glowing. “I mean, I used to be. Then Mommy told me it was beautiful and that it meant I was healthy and hydrated and excited. Now it just feels… normal to be perverted.” She beamed. “Kinky, but normal! You should drink lots of water, by the way, that keeps your tinkle from being too strong. Unless you’re into that. Some girls are. Mommy’s not, but I have a friend on the Lane who licks right after anyone—”

“Ohmigod!” I squeaked, hiding my blush with soapy palms.

“Uh-huh!” She hopped off the potty and leaned toward me, down on both knees, chin on the tub’s edge, eyes sparkling. “Don’t knock it till you’ve been held down by two babysitters and told to be a tushy-girl while one of them licks your bottom and calls you a pretty tinkle princess.”

My jaw dropped.

Bunny giggled harder. “Aww, you’re so pretty when you’re embarrassed! I know you’re shy, but don’t worry, I just know you’ll feel safe enough to show your real side any second now.”

I didn’t know if I wanted to hide… or drink a gallon of water.

Just then, a knock on the doorframe. “Bunny.” Miss Ashcroft’s voice. Stern.

Bunny froze. “Yes, Mommy?” she squeaked.

“Down, darling. Not right now. Our dinner guests will be arriving shortly.”

Bunny sighed, dramatically wilting like a flower denied sunlight. “But Moooommyyyy, she was gonna let me touch her princess paaarts!”

“I’m sure she was. And she’ll still be here after hors d’oeuvres. And so will her princess parts.”

Bunny grumbled and pouted her way out of the bathroom, wiggling her fingers to wish me bye-bye as she retreated. That cute bunny-tail butt plug wriggled to and fro as she walked.

Miss Ashcroft’s voice followed after her, cool and commanding: “Towel warmers, my darling. And let her borrow some of your clothes, appropriate for the table. She’s a guest, not a snack. Yet.”

I stared at the door. Then down at my nipples, still just above the bubbles.

Then back at the sex toys floating in their tray.

Then up. Because Miss Ashcroft hadn’t left.

She was standing just inside the doorway, arms folded, her smile subtle.

“I find,” she said, her voice unhurried and rich, “that there is nothing more tragic than repression in the presence of opportunity. Lily, you need to understand that no appetites are shamed here, no curiosities discouraged. If it harms no one, and pleases the self, then in this house, it is welcomed.”

Her eyes lingered on me, then flicked to the vibrators. “Yes,” she murmured, as if I’d asked the question aloud. “That includes what’s within reach. Even now. Especially now, in the presence of others.”

She walked to the bathroom mirror, her bare feet padding on the tile, then began to disrobe.

I couldn’t look away.

“You may think me strange, Lily,” she said lightly, unbuttoning her blouse and dropping it casually to the side. No bra. I could only, just barely, see the outer curve of one breast. She applied fresh lipstick—the same deep wine-red as the kiss on Bunny’s bottom. “But I prefer to be dressed with intention, and then undone only when the moment deserves it.”

She unzipped and slipped her skirt off next, her ass bare but far a fuck-me-and-be-nasty g-string.

God.

Her ass was perfect. An absolute ten, curvy and feminine and soft. My hands itched to fondle it.

She continued to dabble powder across her cheekbones as she spoke. “You watched Bunny when she came back in, didn’t you?” she asked, gesturing with one hand towards the toilet.

I swallowed. “Yes, Miss Ashcroft.”

“Did it excite you?”

“…lots…”

“Good girl. I want you to imagine kissing my daughter, Lily. I want you to remember how it felt when you saw me kiss her. I took her soft little tongue in my mouth and I sucked it, the same way she did to me.”

My heart pounded.

“I want you to imagine how that bunny-tail plug feels when it is pressed against her tiny star. I was the first person to penetrate her there, Lily. I licked her bottom hole, then I fingered her there…and when the time came for toys, I used the two you see there in the tray.”

Miss Ashcroft bent forward slightly to examine the curve of her lashes in the mirror, and that motion—that motion, bending forward while my eyes were locked on her nearly bare ass—sent a surge of liquid heat flooding between my legs.

My hand moved without thinking, reaching for the smaller wand with its silicone tip, already glistening from the steam. I lowered it gently beneath the bubbles, deciding in a heartbeat that I was done trying to be reserved, done with pretending that I wasn’t just as horny as Miss Ashcroft and her daughter.

I remained silent, focused on guiding the wand’s humming tip until it brushed the pucker of my anus.

Without even looking, Miss Ashcroft knew what I was up to. “I love it when my little girl comes from attention paid to her precious little bottom, Lily. I love it so much…”

I carefully pressed the toy into my rectum, and this time I didn’t try to stifle my rapturous moan.

Miss Ashcroft didn’t turn. She didn’t need to.

“It’s well known,” she said smoothly, now tending to her eyelashes with flawless precision, “that girls who deny themselves become brittle, breakable things, while lovely girls who indulge their cravings tend to blossom, like the precious flowers they are.”

The toy vibrated, and I circled it once, twice, moving around the taut rim of my nether hole. My body shook until the very bubbles trembled. A whimper escaped me; my mouth fell open.

“Would you like to blossom for me, Lily?”

I couldn’t speak.

“Would you like to lose yourself completely to me and become a lovely little girl who just comes… and comes… and comes…?”

I was nearly crying.

She turned slightly. A single emerald eye glittered. “Then don’t be shy. Blossom for me, little one.”

The toy slipped inside my bottom even further.

And I blossomed.

The wand buzzed deeper still, breaching me with a slow, greedy pulse that sent lightning through my spine until both hips lifted out of the water, bubbles sliding off my gleaming skin, my feet flexing like a ballet dancer caught in mid-spasm. Miss Ashcroft didn’t speak, just watched, the fingers of one hand gently rubbing her trimmed and flawlessly shaped mons, those eyelashes fanning at half-lid.

There I was, a girl just turned thirteen, stark naked in a tubful of steaming water and soap bubbles, reaming my anus with a vibrating sex toy. There I was, on display for a mysterious woman I barely knew. There I was, as exposed and vulnerable as a girl could be, going off like a firework in the most spectacular orgasm imaginable, shaking violently as hard jolts of pleasure ripped through me, clamping down hard enough to send a shriek tumbling from my lips.

Bringing myself to climax was normally a moment of complete privacy. Not this time, though. I wanted Miss Ashcroft to see, wanted to put on a sex show for this lovely woman while she caressed her slit with two impeccably manicured fingers. I managed to slide the vibe an inch deeper, and my asshole fluttered around it, taking my ecstasy to its peak.

I sobbed, calling her name without meaning to, then went limp, the very bubbles trembling in the aftermath of my release.

Miss Ashcroft’s smile widened just slightly, elegant, somehow terrifying in its approval. Turning slightly toward the slightly open door, she called, “Bunny? Come help me dry your new sister off.”

“Yaaay!” Within seconds, Bunny bounded in, arms loaded with a bundle of warm towels, smiling like she’d just won the lottery.

Between the two of them, I was pampered from head to toe. Miss Ashcroft and her daughter towel-dried me with careful, practiced hands, then Bunny let her towel fall as she dropped to her knees, her face inches from my pussy. I was dripping wet there, but not from the bath water.

“I knew it!” Bunny cried. “Your clitty is just as big as mine!” She gazed up at me with beseeching eyes. “Can I lick it while Mummy dries you off?”

Would Miss Ashcroft approve? I wasn’t sure. “Oh, you d-don’t have to—”

“Nonsense,” Miss Ashcroft smoothly interrupted. “This is hospitality. We want to make you happy. Open your arms, Lily. Let it happen.”

And I did.

Bunny dove in with glee, tongue extended before her lips even touched my pussy. With her first taste, she moaned as if she was the one getting licked. Her tiny hands were gripping and spreading my bottom open while she latched onto my clit like a nursing infant to her mommy’s nipple. She licked in tight, rapid flicks, then sucked, then flattened her tongue and hmmmmed, and that had me buzzing all over. I was trembling, still damp from the bath, a fire smoldering between my legs. Miss Ashcroft was calmly patting my hair with the towel like it was the most natural thing in the world to dry me while her daughter teased my clitoris.

I wondered if she was about to bring me off again when Miss Ashcroft said, “There. That’s done,” and Bunny immediately bounded to her feet, licking her lips.

Miss Ashcroft, studied me, then gave a satisfied nod. “Now that you’ve been thoroughly adored, let’s make you presentable. We’ve washed the outside world off, and it’s time to decide what kind of girl you’re going to be tonight.”

They led me to a vanity table that looked like something stolen from a vintage cabaret. There, they helped me dress. No, that’s not quite it. Instead, they helped to curate me. Every item Bunny selected from her overflowing closet seemed a size too small for me, intentionally so: pink-striped cotton panties that clung like they were painted on, a pleated little cheer skirt I would not be able to sit in with any sense of modesty, and a soft white cotton tank-tee that barely covered my breasts, and would reveal them completely if I raised both arms. My nipples were all but visible through the thin fabric – not surprising, really, considering how stiff they were. Anyone who looked my way would be sure to notice, unless they were peering up that tiny skirt instead.

Miss Ashcroft even adorned me with a deft touch of teenybopper-Lolita makeup. Bunny lent a hand, dusting shimmer across my cheeks while Miss Ashcroft selected the perfect lip gloss.

After a while, Miss Ashcroft sat back to appraise her work. “There.”

“Mmmm… it’s perfect,” Bunny said. “Oh, Lily, you look positively scrumptious!”

Reaching for a hand mirror with an ornate mother-of-pearl frame, Miss Ashcroft gave me a smile that seemed to warm my very soul. “Lily… meet Lily.” And she held the mirror before me.

I studied my reflection.

Definitely not like a young adult.

Not a child, either.

Something in-between. Something that ought to have been downright illegal…and very naughty.

I’d become one of them: a little lost girl who liked getting found and fondled. A novice member of the Lollipop Lane community. Home, at long last.

When Miss Ashcroft gently fastened a pink collar around my neck, I didn’t resist.

In fact, I giggled.

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Bunny was adjusting my skirt for the umpteenth time, tugging the hem down with exaggerated concern—though she was clearly just fondling my bottom and making my pussy more noticeable on purpose. Her eyes sparkled, and she was buzzing.

As for me, I couldn’t stop smiling. A couple of hours earlier, I was a scorned, bedraggled teen in the freezing rain, lost in dark thoughts, torn between returning home to parents who despised me or throwing myself into the path of a speeding car. Now I was bubbling over with glee, feeling more alive than I had in years as I continued to steal glances at my image in the wall mirror in Bunny’s room. We were waiting for Miss Ashcroft to summon us downstairs when her guests arrived.

“You’re so pretty now,” Bunny breathed, nose practically grazing my pussy. “Like… stupid pretty. How old are you?”

I could feel the heat of her breath even through the borrowed panties.

“I…I think I’m thirteen…” In my dazed condition, age was fast becoming a dizzy math problem I couldn’t quite work out.

“I’m twelve,” Bunny said, then fell silent, nibbling at her lower lip as if she had more to say. Her cheeks flushed ever so slightly as she finally came out with it, whispering, “Can I kiss you?”

My heart stopped. I nodded, just a little.

Then she kissed me.

Her mouth was hot and eager and playful, like she’d been waiting forever for that kiss and wanted the whole experience at once. Her tongue brushed mine and her arms twined around my waist, pulling me into her so my skirt rustled against her thighs.

And I kissed her back. Oh my stars, did I ever kiss her. I reached around to cup her cute bubble butt, allowing my hands to slip beneath her bunny parka’s hemline, thrilled all over again to be reminded that she was completely bare underneath. Our noses bumped in mid-kiss. “Boop!” I exclaimed, then bumped her the same way, only on purpose.

When we broke apart I was gasping, blushing, alive. I looked at her, she looked at me…and we squealed, holding hands and carrying on with the total lack of shame you’d expect from girls at a slumber party, with no mean grownups around to spoil the fun. We were uncontrollable.

Bunny was jumping up and down like a cartoon character. “OmiGOD you’re such a YUMMY KISSER!” she shrieked.

“You’re a yummy kisser!” I fired back.

“I knew you’d be lots of fun!”

“I didn’t know I’d be—”

Bunny seized my face and kissed me again. I met her gleeful passion, clutching her waist, then her ass, then my middle finger was pressing against the star of her asshole and, yes, I loved it, oh yes, but she loved it even more—pushing back against my fingertip, using both hands to spread her butt open while her tongue was still in my mouth. And just like that, my finger entered her up to the third knuckle, buried in the slippery warmth of Bunny’s rectum.

I was insane with horny-happiness.

When we finally broke apart, she withdrew my middle finger from her bottom and took it into her mouth, sucking the tip like it was the sweetest treat imaginable.

I kissed Bunny yet again, briefly sucking her tongue, then whispered, “Is it always like this?”

Bunny grinned. “Always. The more you give in, the better it is, big sister. You’ll see for yourself soon.”

Miss Ashcroft’s voice echoed down the hall: “Dinner guests arrive in ten minutes, my darlings.”

We didn’t move, not at first. Then I said, “Guess we should…?”

“Hang on,” Bunny whispered. “Just one more kiss…!”

But instead of crushing her mouth to mine like I expected, she dropped to her knees and spun me around, pulling my undies down with a single deft motion. Bunny spread my bottom open with both hands, then her tongue went there, right there between my cheeks… Omigosh, what a delightfully filthy little sister I’d just acquired!

She was pressing her tongue against my most forbidden, never-even-seen-it-in-the-mirror place, and I just about went off in a burst of internal combustion. Her tongue dipped inside, circled my rosebud with a kind of joyful cruelty, then she pushed inward, humming like she was proud of herself for making me shiver. I let out a sound I didn’t recognize as human as she began to lick my anal cleft.

“I love your princess parts…all your yummy, pretty princess parts…” she sighed between licks.

I was whining like a horny puppy. Not from embarrassment, not even from pleasure, but from the unbearable rightness of it—that someone could say something so ridiculous and lewd, yet so tender, and still mean every word.

At that point, I still wasn’t sure where the night would go or what was in store for me.

But I already knew I wasn’t going back to normal, not ever.

On to Chapter Four!