Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

The Story Thus Far

Chapter 1: In which Sarah and Frankie peruse some rather risqué entertainment, then get intimately acquainted with a pair of soiled undies. Who says staying at home on weekends is boring?

Chapter 2: In which Kerry comes home, the Panty Fairy pays a visit, Sarah confides in her sister Judy, Kerry catches a whiff of pussy on Mummy’s fingers, and plans are made to let Kerry watch Sarah and Frankie have sex. Goodness me!

Chapter 3: In which Sarah and Kerry’s pussy-smelling game escalates, Sarah has a quick diddle in the school carpark, and Sarah and Frankie put their unorthodox sex education lesson into motion. Oh, and a traumatised teddy bear called Mr. Ruffles.

by BlueJean

1

The morning after our unconventional sex education lesson began as usual – me and Kerry in the kitchen, Frankie fast asleep in bed. I still couldn’t quite believe we’d let my eight-year-old daughter watch us have sex, but Kerry seemed blasé about the whole affair, with not a mention of the things she’d witnessed the night before, or even a hint of awkwardness. Weird, how kids just accept stuff.

“Looking forward to staying with Daddy again for the weekend?” I asked, and Kerry responded with a nonchalant shrug. “No?”

“It’s a bit boring sometimes. He does a lot of work stuff in his study, so I just watch TV and read. It’s nice when we go out, but we don’t go out that much.”

Yeah, work was always more important to him than family, I was tempted to say, but didn’t want to start down that path. Dan was an arsehole, sure, but he was still Kerry’s father, and I had no intention of turning her against him. I wasn’t that spiteful.

“Well, you don’t have to go stay with your dad,” I said. “If you want a weekend at home with me and Frankie, you can. We’re not trying to get rid of you or anything.”

Don’t get me wrong, Kerry going to stay with her father for the weekend had been all kinds of fun for me and Frankie. In the early days, when we were still into the club scene, we often ended up bringing some adventurous young thing back to the house for a threesome. Frankie still dragged me out now and then, but I was in my early thirties now, and even though I’m still hot as all hell (well, I am, so deal with it), there comes a time when you have to stop thrashing around on the dance floor and accept the fact that you’re not a teenager anymore.

“I don’t mind staying with Dad,” Kerry was saying. “He’s moving away soon, so I want to visit him as much as I can before he goes.”

I kissed the top of her head. “Well, give him a kick up the bum and tell him to take you out places!”

Kerry peered up at me. “Mummy?”

“Yes?”

“Can I – can I smell your fingers again?”

“Uh… I guess so. If you really want to.”

I mean, what are you supposed to say when your eight-year-old daughter asks if she can smell your pussy from your fingers? Actually, you’re supposed to say no. Obviously.

Well, you started this little game. No one to blame but yourself.

I should’ve nipped it in the bud there and then, but against my better judgement, I brought my fingers up to her nose.

Kerry shook her head. “No, you have to put them down your panties first.”

This seemed to be becoming quite the morning ritual for us. Frankie would’ve set her alarm and booked herself a front row seat if she knew what we’d been doing in the kitchen before school.

I put a hand under my skirt and into my knickers. Christ, I was already so wet. Two fingers slipped inside my pussy with ease. I drew them out and offered them to Kerry, watching as she breathed in my morning musk.

“Nice?” I asked, and she bobbed her head up and down.

I realised I was about to cross another line. That’s what lines are for, right?

“Do you… think you might like a taste?” I ventured.

Kerry looked up at me with wide, blinking eyes. “Your fingers?”

“Yep.”

“Um. Okay.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to. Last night, when you and Frankie were licking down there, I wondered what it was like.”

“Haven’t you ever had a taste of your own?”

Kerry gave me a little smirk, a hint of colour reaching her cheeks. “Yeah, I’ve licked my fingers after I touch myself, but it’s not strong smelling like you and Frankie. I didn’t know adults tasted themselves, actually. I thought just kids did it.”

“I think most women and girls like the taste of their own pussies. It’s definitely nothing to be ashamed of.” My fingers hovered near Kerry’s lips. “So… you still want to try it?”

Kerry gazed up at me for approval.

“Go ahead,” I told her.

A little tongue snaked its way out of her mouth and tentatively probed along my fingers. I half expected Kerry to screw her face up in disgust, but to my surprise, she took my fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean.

“More?” I asked, and she responded with another quick nod.

I penetrated myself once again, then popped two glistening fingers into my little girl’s mouth.

“Salty,” Kerry said with a giggle.

I smiled down at her. Then, slave to my own perverted impulses, I pulled the front of my skirt up and tucked it into my belt, rested a foot on the edge of Kerry’s chair, then peeled my panties to one side.

Kerry peered between my legs with a look of comical surprise, then up at my face, then back down to my pussy. My cunt was mere inches from her face, wet and almost pulsing with arousal.

No. No, this is not a particularly good idea, is it? We should probably stop now. Let’s just think this through for a minute.

I slipped my fingers back inside myself, coated them in more viscous fluid, then deposited them into Kerry’s half-open mouth.

“Okay?” I asked with the last vestige of motherly concern I still commanded. “Shall I stop now?”

Kerry shook her head, so I dipped into my throbbing cunt once more, this time taking the opportunity to fuck myself for a few brief seconds, treating my daughter to a lewd display. When I was done, I offered her the messy digits.

“Good girl,” I murmured. “Taste Mummy’s pussy.”

Back and forth my fingers went – cunt to mouth, mouth to cunt. I smeared my juices across Kerry’s lips, hissing out dirty words before I could stop them. “Oooh, yeah. You like how that tastes, sweetie? You like how it smells? Look how wet you’ve made Mummy.”

I cradled the back of Kerry’s head and without thinking much about it, began to coax her towards my open cunt.

It was a glance at the clock on the wall that saved me from doing something even more stupid and reckless that morning.

“Oh, crap!” I exclaimed, snapping the crotch of my panties back into place and untucking my skirt. “We’re running late. Quick, put your shoes on.”

Kerry bounced from the chair and ran off to look for her school shoes.

“And brush your teeth again!” I called after her. “We don’t want your teachers wondering why your breath smells of pussy.”

I’ll bet no other parent in the entirety of human history had ever said that to their child before. Go me, I guess.

2

On Saturday, Kerry was away at her dad’s for the weekend, and Frankie went to visit her family for the day.

Frankie’s dad wasn’t particularly accepting of our relationship, and she’d fallen out with him because of it. Her mum was pretty laid back about her daughter being a lesbian, though, and despite the fact that Frankie detested the small country village where she grew up, she made some effort to get back there from time to time. I’d accompanied her on a couple of occasions, but honestly, I found it a little uncomfortable being stuck in the middle of their family rift. I sometimes felt Frankie brandished me like a weapon in front of her father, as if to say, “Yeah, I’m a dyke! You got a problem with that?”

Anyway, with some free time on my hands, I phoned my sister Judy to see if she was up for doing anything, and we decided to take Izzy to visit a bird sanctuary. My five-year-old niece was thrilled by the prospect. She zoomed around like a mad thing, introducing herself to all the birds. Judy and I trailed after her, passing time with the usual small talk.

Judy regaled me with tales of baking cakes for school fêtes and organising raffles, both alien concepts to me. I told her about my ex-husband moving to Dubai (Dubai was more than welcome to him, I was keen to point out), and Frankie’s problems with her family.

I also mentioned Kerry’s issues at school.

“The other kids in her class made fun of her because she has two mums.”

“That must be hard for her. Is she being bullied?” my sister asked.

“I don’t think so. They were just curious about how girls have sex together.”

“Oh, okay. Well, kids can be insensitive sometimes, can’t they? I don’t think they mean to.”

“Yeah. So me and Frankie decided to let Kerry watch us have sex,” I said, trying to keep a straight face. I loved teasing my sister.

“That’s nice,” Judy replied absent-mindedly as she tried to keep tabs on her five-year-old. “Izzy, stop waving your hands around! You’ll scare the crows.”

“They’re ravens, not crows,” I corrected her.

“Oh, are they?” Judy stopped dead in her tracks and gawped at me. “Wait, what did you just say!?”

“I said, they’re ravens. Crows are smaller.”

“No, before that.”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. We let Kerry watch us fuck.”

“Bullshit,” my sister declared.

“No, we did. We just wanted to demystify the whole sex thing for her. Show her it’s normal for girls to make love with other girls.”

My sister just stood there, her mouth agape.

Izzy raced over to us and pointed to a majestic looking raven. “That bird just did a massive poo!” she informed us, then sped off again.

“Are you trying to shock me?” Judy asked.

“No,” I laughed. “I’m just telling you what happened, that’s all.”

“You let her watch you have sex? Seriously? Was she okay with it? What did she do?”

“Yeah, she seemed to enjoy it. I mean, we didn’t go at it like we usually do. None of the really kinky stuff.”

“Wow,” Judy said as we continued down the winding path. “I don’t know quite what to say to that. Watching kiddy porn, smelling Kerry’s panties, letting her watch you have sex? You’re really running with this, aren’t you?”

“I’m kind of making it up as I go, to be honest,” I admitted. “But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t having fun.”

“And what does Frankie think about it all?”

“Frankie? She has a laptop full of video clips just like the one she sent you the other day. What do you think?”

“And Kerry was really okay with watching you?”

“What, you think we tied her to the chair while we went at it? She was rubbing her teddy bear on her pussy, Judy. I think it’s safe to say she was comfortable with the situation.”

Judy gave a little shiver. “Bloody hell. You’re making me horny.”

“Everything makes you horny,” I told her.

3

After Izzy had run out of birds to torment, we went shopping. I purchased a pair of smart trousers and a nice tunic shirt, and Judy bought herself a pair of boots.

At some point, we ended up in the kids department of some clothing store to buy stuff for Izzy. In a rather worrying development, I discovered it was now all but impossible to look at little girls’ panties without seeing them as objects of lust. And finding myself surrounded by rack upon rack of cute undies was a bit like taking an alcoholic to the pub, I considered.

Judy must have known what I was thinking. “Do you want some time alone with the panties?” she asked coyly.

I gave her arm a playful swat. “Shut up, I’m not completely deranged. Besides, the clean ones don’t do it for me.”

Judy picked up a couple of pairs of tiny knickers from a nearby rack and brandished them in front of me. They had cartoon animals printed on them. “Hmm. I think these would look good on Izzy,” she said with a smirk. “What do you think, Aunty Sarah?”

Served me right for teasing her back at the bird sanctuary, I guess.

“They’re cute,” I agreed, running my fingers across the soft cotton. One pair had a panda on the crotch, the other a koala bear.

“Do you like them, Izzy?” my sister asked.

Izzy peered up at the undies with a look of abject boredom that only small children dragged round the shops by their parents can muster. “Yeah, I like polar bears,” she declared. Well, they were definitely bears.

“Maybe we should buy them and go back to Aunty Sarah’s, so you can try them on. What do you think?”

Izzy didn’t seem to have an opinion one way or another, but both Judy and I knew it was really a question aimed at me. What game was my sister playing? I had to wonder if Izzy even needed new knickers.

Before I had time to question her motives, Judy was marching up to the checkout.

4

Back at my place, I opened a bottle of rosé while Judy made herself at home on the couch. I tried not to get into the habit of drinking at home during the day, but I figured weekends were fair game.

Izzy was having a rather civilised tea party on the floor with Mr Ruffles and a couple of Kerry’s plastic dinosaurs.

Judy rifled through our bags and pulled out the new undies, snapping the tags off. “Izzy, come and try on your knickers. I’ll bet Aunty Sarah would love to see you in them.”

I scowled at my sister. “What’re you doing?”

Judy looked at me innocently. “Huh? I’m not doing anything. You’ve seen Izzy running around naked loads of times.”

Izzy bounced over to her mum and Judy put an arm around the little girl’s waist. “What pair should we try first?” she asked the five-year-old.

“The polar bear ones,” Izzy decided after some consideration, pointing at the pair with the panda on the front.

“Okay,” my sister said. “Let’s take your old ones off.”

Izzy reached beneath her dress to pull her panties down but my sister intervened. “Lift your dress up and Mummy’ll take your knickers off for you.”

My niece hiked her denim dress up to reveal a pair of white knickers, a stark contrast against her naturally tanned legs. Judy locked eyes with me, thumbs hooked into the waistband of the little girl’s undies. She tugged them down just enough to expose a hint of puffy mound.

“Down they co-ome!” my sister chirped. “Slowly, slowly, slowly down those sweet little leggies!”

Izzy giggled at her mother’s foolishness. I reached for my wine and took a mouthful, a thin smile playing on my lips. I wasn’t certain if Judy was simply teasing or if things were about to escalate.

“Sarah?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you watching?”

I put my wine glass back down on the coffee table. “Yes, I’m watching. Carry on.”

Judy slid the panties down a little further, slowly unveiling the child’s neat slit. My sister was right – I’d seen Izzy capering about in various states of undress before, but now, with all these wicked ideas floating around in my head, seeing my niece this way, knickers halfway down her legs, took on a new, dangerous significance.

And Judy knew damn well what she was doing, didn’t she? Of course she did. Because she had that look, the one that had got us into so much mischief as kids. Older sister. Instigator. Younger sister can do nothing but follow. Oh, I’m not nearly so naïve these days, but what harm was there in slipping back into those old roles? Just to see where Judy was going with this. Just to find out what would happen.

I squeezed my thighs together, the ache in my loins already demanding attention.

“Here come those naugh-ty knick-ers!” Judy intoned, pulling the small panties down to Izzy’s knees. “I wonder if Aunty Sarah would like a picture of you with your undies round your legs.”

“Do you want to, Aunty Sarah?” Izzy asked seriously.

“Uh. Oh, yeah, that’d be lovely,” I told her, reaching for my phone to capture the moment before it was lost forever. Definitely one for the family album.

The panties continued their journey down my niece’s legs until they were ringed around her ankles.

“Lift your feet up, poppet,” Judy said and Izzy stepped out of her knickers. “Give them to Aunty Sarah to look after.”

Izzy scooped up her underpants and handed them to me with an angelic smile.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

Judy pretended to whisper in her five-year-old’s ear, knowing full well I could hear every word. “Aunty Sarah happens to be quite fond of little girls’ panties. Did you know that, Izzy?”

My niece looked both intrigued and slightly suspicious. “Why?”

“Well, she’s very naughty, you see. She likes to smell them when no one’s looking.” Judy curved an eyebrow at me. “Go on, Aunty Sarah. Give them a little sniff.”

“This is ridiculous,” I snorted, feeling more than a little self-conscious.

“Aww, come on,” Judy pouted. “It’s just a bit of fun.”

My sister was playing a game, that much was clear. The question was, how far would she allow it to go? It would serve her right if I called her bluff.

I bought Izzy’s knickers to my nose to sample their delights. Still warm to the touch, they bore the faint scent of little girl, of young sex pressed into soft cotton, the subtlest of perfumes.

Judy ran her tongue along her lower lip as she watched me smell her five-year-old’s knickers. What the hell were we all doing? It was madness.

Izzy was delighted to see me with my face buried in her underwear. “Aunty Sarah, you’re silly!”

“Well? Are they good?” Judy asked with a smirk.

I offered her a sassy look, then spun the tiny pair of undies round my finger, launching them at my smug-looking sister. “Why don’t you try them for yourself?”

“I’m not the panty pervert in this family,” she said, dropping the knickers onto the couch. She gave me a coy look, then casually stuffed them under a cushion. “Things get lost down the back of sofas all the time, don’t they?” Plucking the new panties from the coffee table, she helped Izzy step in, then slid them up the child’s legs, releasing the elastic with a snap. “Go and show Aunty Sarah,” she said, giving her daughter a soft pat on the bum.

Izzy toddled over to me with a proud smile and lifted her dress.

“Wow, so cool!” I gushed. “Pandas are awesome!”

“It’s a polar bear!” Izzy insisted, letting her dress go, then snatching it back up.

“Izzy, let Aunty Sarah take your dress off. Then she’ll be able to see your new panties better.”

“‘Kay.”

Izzy held her arms aloft to let me pull the dress up over her head, leaving her standing there in nothing but the new knickers and a pair of pink pumps. I paused to admire the five-year-old’s Mediterranean complexion, the almost jet-black hair tumbling down across her narrow shoulders and onto her boyish chest. She was going to break some hearts when she was older.

“Let Aunty Sarah feel how soft they are,” Judy told her little girl.

My niece planted her hands on her hips and thrust her crotch towards me, blissfully unaware of the charged atmosphere in the room.

I reached out to touch the new cotton, fingers teasing the contours of the plump swell beneath.

Before I could take my hand away, Judy caught my wrist and guided me back between the little girl’s legs. “Touch her some more,” she murmured softly.

I gently trailed a finger through Izzy’s slit, the warmth of her pussy radiating out into the surrounding material.

“Does that feel nice?” I asked her and she gave me a small nod, mesmerised by the motions my hand was making between her legs.

“Izzy, why don’t you stand over Aunty Sarah on the sofa?” my sister said. “Give her a nice close-up view.”

I sank back into the couch, and Izzy clambered up, her legs on either side of me. Her crotch was just a few inches from my face. She smelled impossibly sweet.

“I think Mr. Polar Bear would like a little kiss,” my sister cooed from the other end of the couch, a hand disappearing beneath the elastic of her leggings.

I wondered who would call time out first – me or Judy. “Do you think I should, Izzy?” I asked my niece.

“Yah!” Izzy trilled. “Polar bears like kisses!”

I planted my lips on her mons, kissing it through her panties.

“It tickles!” my niece squealed, her hands locked around my shoulders.

“Shall I stop?”

Izzy shook her head from side to side, so I kissed her again, my mouth lingering this time. I parted my lips and enveloped the five-year-old’s vulva, tongue venturing out to enjoy a sneaky taste through the soft cotton.

“I can feel your tongue!” my niece gasped.

I peered across at my sister, hoping I hadn’t gone too far. Judy’s eyes were glazed over, her hand working studiously beneath her leggings. I thought we’d taken the game as far as we dared, and was about to deposit Izzy back onto the floor, when my sister ventured, “I wonder what Aunty Sarah’s tongue would feel like without your panties on, Izzy.”

“Judy…” I murmured, shaking my head.

“Come on, Sarah,” she said, her voice almost a whisper. ”Don’t lose your nerve now. Just try it, okay?”

“Shall I take them off?” Izzy asked innocently, fingers poised at the waistband of her knicks.

“Let Aunty Sarah do it,” my sister replied.

I gazed up at Izzy, then down between her tanned legs, then across at my masturbating sister. I let out a resigned breath, as if to say, “Well, I don’t really want to, but if you insist,” like somehow I had no choice in the matter, that my sister cajoling me into licking her little girl while she watched was a chore that simply couldn’t be put off any longer.

Right. Sure. And while we’re at it, let’s pretend your knickers aren’t soaked through at the thought of tasting your niece. 

Izzy’s new panties made their way back down her legs and over her knees, the little cuts and scrapes there betraying the clumsiness of her years. Finally, they lay nestled around her ankles, and Izzy lifted each foot in turn so I could slip them off.

“Kiss her kitty,” my sister said in a voice thick with lust.

I took a moment to breathe in the scent of my niece’s vagina before moistening my lips, then gently kissing her there. I teased my tongue out and flicked it across her labia, making Izzy jerk back with a breathless giggle.

“Tickles?” I asked, and she bobbed her head up and down. I ran my tongue up and down her slit, applying more pressure this time. “Better?”

“Mmm.”

“Good girl,” my sister murmured, reaching across to stroke Izzy’s bare bottom, the other hand still toiling away between her own legs.

I licked and sucked on Izzy’s pussy, desperate to really go to work on her, to press my tongue into her hole, to coax out her tiny clitoris, maybe even to spin her round, spread those chubby bum cheeks apart and taste her arse.

But I had to show at least a hint of restraint. I didn’t want to scare my niece, or give Judy a reason to come to her senses and put a stop to this. Not that she seemed inclined to do that any time soon, judging by the hunger in her eyes and the sounds of her fingers sloshing around in her pussy.

Izzy rested both hands on the back of my head, tilting her pelvis to meet my mouth. I peered up and found her gazing back at me with a sleepy grin. Was she getting aroused? Could she get aroused? Was it possible for a girl so young, or was it simply the soothing, repetitive motions of my tongue making her dreamy and drowsy?

Then, without even touching myself, I felt my own pleasure ripple through me. Uncoupling from Izzy’s glistening vagina, I groaned out loud, breaking into a series of fits and starts.

“Are you gonna sneeze, Aunty Sarah?” Izzy asked me.

“I – I thought I was,” I told her, my voice hoarse and shaky, “b-but I’m okay now.”

Judy rose from the couch on unsteady legs. She picked Izzy up and deposited her onto the floor with a motherly kiss to the cheek, then unceremoniously pulled me to my feet. “Put your panties and dress back on, Izzy. I’m just going to the toilet with Aunty Sarah, and then we’ll go home and make dinner.”

“Okay,” Izzy said, looking around for her clothes. “Um… I can’t find my old knickers.”

“Just put on a pair of the new ones!” Judy called back, practically dragging me upstairs to the bathroom. She marshalled me inside, pressing me back against the closing door with breathless urgency. She shoved her leggings and knickers down to her ankles, then wrestled me out of my jeans. “I need to fuck you,” she hissed, forcing her cunt against mine. I managed to hoist a foot up onto the toilet seat, making it easier for us to fit snugly together.

As Judy ground frantically against me, heady childhood memories came flooding back. We’d done this so many times as kids, the bathroom being the only space in the house with a door that locked. Judy bending me over the basin, rubbing her pussy on my arse. Me eating her out as she sat on the toilet with her legs spread. The two of us soaping one another up in the shower, learning what felt good, discovering all the ways girls can please other girls.

“Well, someone’s got themselves all worked up,” I teased, grasping my sister’s buttocks. “Can’t imagine why.”

“You started it,” Judy groaned.

“I didn’t start it,” I protested, slipping a finger into her arse as she rubbed herself on me. “It was you that took us to the panty shop. And you made me lick Izzy’s pussy.”

“Well, if you hadn’t told me about letting Kerry watch you and Frankie fuck, my knickers wouldn’t be soaked through all the sodding time thinking about it,” Judy shot back.

“Now, now. Let’s not bicker. What is it Mum used to say when we argued?”

“Play nicely, girls!” we both intoned as one.

“Kiss me,” Judy demanded. “I want to taste my little girl on you while I come.”

“Ooh, nasty!” I cooed, then did as she asked, my tongue slipping easily into her mouth.

Judy spasmed against me, her arse cheeks clenching and unclenching around my finger. How’s this for playing nicely, Mother? I thought.

“Mummy, hurry up!” Izzy hollered on the other side of the door.

“All right, I’m c-coming!” Judy called back, working out the last of her orgasm on my leg.

“You sure are,” I tittered.

5

After Judy and Izzy left for home, I collapsed onto the couch and switched on the TV. I could still smell the aftermath of sex, musky and feminine, lingering in the air like a guilty secret.

Some things are too big to get your head round, I think, so your mind just kind of shuts down. I could’ve mused on how I’d finally crossed the line from merely dabbling with the taboo into a full-on practical demonstration of incestuous paedophilia. Instead, I lined up all my excuses like tin soldiers on a make-believe battlefield.

Izzy had been anything but unwilling. In fact, she’d thrust herself against my mouth while I licked her. I’d been gentle with her, and she’d smiled down at me, content, accepting.

And Judy… well, it was my sister who told me to go down on her little girl, wasn’t it? She’d nudged me forwards like she always used to. Go on, Sarah. Don’t be a chicken. Cluck cluck cluck!

Well, it was done. A moment of madness that would surely never be repeated. We’d explained to Izzy that she mustn’t ever tell a soul, that it was our special secret, and a lollipop had changed hands to sweeten the deal.

Icky? Yeah, I know. I know. 

Frankie would be home soon, but I still had time for another quick diddle. My sister rubbing her cunt against mine had taken me halfway there, and I knew just the thing to finish myself off. I reached between two of the sofa cushions and pulled out my niece’s adorable little panties.

And down I went.

Soon to come: Chapter Five!