Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

She kissed me. She kissed me there just one time, but oh my god how wonderful it felt!

My little blonde baby sister kissed my pussy. It was part of the Truth or Dare game we were playing. She knelt between my legs, put her lips right on my pussy and kissed me.

Her full pink lips felt warm on my vulva. My heart was beating about a million times a second. What else would happen? Would she lick me? Should I let her? Should I make her do it? That was what I wanted!!

But she didn’t lick me, and I didn’t make her. She sat back on her haunches, smiling up at me, not saying anything.

I took a very deep breath and let it out. I realized that my face was sweating and I was sure my pussy was very wet too. I wondered if Molly could taste it when she kissed me.

She went back to where she’d been sitting. “My turn,” she said. “Julie, truth or dare?”

“Oh, uh… truth.”

“Did you like it when I kissed you there?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, “yeah, I did.”

I looked up at the clock on the mantel. It was almost 9:30, well past Molly’s usual bedtime. It was my turn. Should I let the game go on?

I decided I would. At least a little while longer. I was pretty sure our mom would not approve of some of the things we were doing that night, but I didn’t really care. I was very turned on.

“My turn,” I said softly. “Kate, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Take off Molly’s clothes and then kiss her, um, kiss her pussy.”

Again, that was really two dares, in a way, not one.

But Kate didn’t object. She simply smiled and nodded, and then turned to Molly. She lifted our sister’s shirt up and off, leaving her little flat chest bare. Molly leaned back on the sofa, allowing Kate to pull down her shorts, which had an elastic waistband, and her panties too. Now we were all three naked.

Molly spread her legs eagerly, without any hesitation. Her pussy lips were puffy and white, like Laura’s. Chelsea’s labia were thinner and a little more pink in color. Chrissy’s had been that way too, more like Chelsea’s. I was getting to be an expert in little girl vulvas.

“Mmm…” breathed Kate as she looked at Molly’s crotch. Then she bent her face down and planted a nice wet kiss there. Actually, it was two kisses. No, three kisses! Four kisses!!

Molly laughed and squirmed away from her. “Stop, that tickles!!”

Kate sat up, grinning broadly. She looked at me. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Put your finger inside your pussy and let Molly taste it.”

Gulp! Now what should I do? Could I really go through with this??

Taking a deep breath, I decided I would, but that this would be the end of the game, the last turn. Maybe.

I got up and stood in front of Molly. Using my fingers, I spread my pussy lips apart, letting her see my sex. I paused a moment, just letting her look at me.

Once again, my heart was racing. God, I wanted to do so much more with her. I wanted to pull my little sister’s face into my cunt, order her to fuck me with her tongue, and then come inside her mouth. My clit was throbbing with desire. I was certain she could see how wet I was.

Finally I slid the middle finger of my right hand down and found the opening to my vagina. I eased it in, groaning with pleasure. I was so warm inside and so juicy, practically dripping. Then I slowly drew the finger out. It glistened with my juices. I extended my arm, bringing my wet finger to Molly’s mouth.

I didn’t think she had ever tasted pussy juice before. But maybe she had. I still didn’t know everything that had gone on with her and my mom, or her and Danni, or her and Katrina — and who knows how many others there might have been? As far as I knew, though, this was her first time.

Molly looked at my finger. She looked up into my eyes. She smiled at me. Then she took the wet finger into her mouth and sucked on it.

“Oh, yeah…” Kate sighed. She was masturbating again.

Impulsively I sat down on the sofa beside Molly, squeezing in close to her. “Baby,” I said to her, “will you suck my nipples?”

“Is this the game?” she asked.

“No,” I shook my head. “I just want you to suck them.”

“Okay,” she smiled.

I took her head in my hands and brought her face to my breast, her sweet mouth closing over my nipple. She began sucking. I stroked her hair, her silky blonde curls, as I gazed down at her.

Molly seemed so happy, so blissfully content, as if there was nothing else in the world she would rather be doing, nowhere else she would rather be than at my breast.

And she was good at it. My baby sister had a lot of practice doing this. She seemed to love doing it and she especially seemed to love getting a reaction. I’d noticed that when she sucked our mother’s nipples, or Kate’s nipples, the more excited they would become, the more eagerly she seemed to suck.

She’d learned, over how many years I don’t know, exactly what worked best, a combination of sucking and biting and licking and squeezing the tit with her hands that would drive a woman — or a girl — absolutely crazy with lust. My sister has a gift, a skill, a special talent. I’m a little older now, and in the last six years I’ve had a lot of other girls and women suck my nipples, but no one has ever done it as well as Molly.

I heard a squeal. Kate was getting close. I looked over at her. Her face was flushed, her eyes shut tight, a finger plunging rapidly in and out of her little vagina. I loved seeing her that way, her long, lean, athletic body focused on only one thing — her impending orgasm.

I was masturbating too, of course. With one hand I held Molly against my chest, but my other hand was between my legs, rubbing my clit. I wasn’t really close yet, but I was feeling very good. I leaned down and kissed the top of Molly’s head, whispering sweet words to her.

Then I turned to Kate.

“Are you getting close?” I asked. I wanted to connect with her. “Are you gonna come?”

“Yeah, uh— unh! Unh! UNH!!”

She was climaxing, her body straining, her back arched, her legs thrown wide apart. God, I love watching my sister come. She is so sexy and so hot.

Molly showed no reaction to Kate’s orgasm. She didn’t stop sucking, or turn her head to look, or even open her eyes. If anything, the noises of the climax seemed to make her focus even more intently on my nipple, on arousing me. Squeezing my breast in her hands, shaping it, she sucked harder, pulling more of my tit inside her mouth. Her tongue teased the end of my nipple, her lips and teeth drew at me, her fingers massaged my flesh.

And now I was getting close. Seeing Kate climax that way and then watching Molly work on my breast, that look of concentration on her face, the realization that my 8-year-old sister was sucking on my nipple while I masturbated — that did it.

“God! GOD!!” I cried, my thighs slamming together to enclose my hand.

I gasped and shuddered, spasms rippling through me. I could feel hot liquids oozing between my fingers. Part of me realized I was pulling Molly’s face against me so tightly she probably couldn’t breathe, but I had no control over that or anything else. For a few seconds my orgasm was everything, the only thing.

Another spasm, this one stronger yet. “FUCK!!!” I screamed. “Fuck!! Fuck!! Fuck!!”

Finally it was over. I was able to release the grip I had on Molly’s head, letting her catch a breath. I relaxed my thighs, freeing my hand. I was soaked with sweat, my chest heaving. That had been one titanic climax.

With wet fingers I gently caressed my heated vulva, slowly calming myself.

“God, Julie,” Kate chuckled, “you want to wake the neighbors?”

I opened my eyes and looked at her, laughing. Molly put her arms around my neck and gave me a nice hug, giggling with us.

After a brief recovery, I checked the time. It was 10:05.

“Molly, you have to, you really have to go to bed,” I told her, patting her back.

“Okay.”

“But, um, first, to be fair about it… Katie, do you want to have her suck your nipples too? If she wants to?”

“Yeah, of course,” Kate grinned.

“Do you want to, Molly?” I asked.

“Mm-hm,” she nodded happily.

So, Molly got on Kate’s lap and began sucking her nipples, this time going back and forth from one to the other. Apparently she knew, somehow, that Kate liked it that way. Kate started masturbating again.

I watched them for a minute or two, and then I put my hands on Molly’s body. Her smooth, white, little girl body. I stroked her thighs, her arms, her back, her round bottom. She opened her legs to my touch. I put my hand on her pussy, rubbing her lips, caressing her. I watched her sucking Kate’s nipples and I rubbed her pussy. I didn’t try to slide my fingers inside this time, just softly caressed her smooth, puffy labia.

Kate soon had another orgasm. Hers was not nearly as loud as mine had been, although I’m sure it was every bit as satisfying. They all are, right?

Then we took Molly up to bed.

Three young sisters climbed the stairs together, all of us naked. Kate and I watched Molly brush her teeth, watched her use the toilet and wipe herself, watched her put on a little nightie, and then tucked her into bed. We kissed her goodnight, told her we loved her, and left the room, quietly closing the door behind us.

Once we were out in the hall, I grabbed Kate without warning, pulling her body against mine, kissing her deeply, shoving my tongue into her mouth. She returned the kiss and eagerly wrapped her arms around me. I had a hand on her little ass, holding my sister tightly to me as I arched my pelvis, frantically rubbing my pussy against hers. I was moaning, panting, nearly out of control. Playing with Molly that way, teasing myself and her, so close to going all the way, wanting her desperately but somehow holding myself back — that had left me crazed with lust.

Without speaking, we made our way to Kate’s room, which was the closest, just across the hall from Molly’s. We stumbled along, still groping each other, still kissing wetly, a pair of girls just 10 and 12 years old burning with sexual desire.

We fell onto her bed. For many minutes we kissed. I was on top of her, my hands roaming all over, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, reaching down between her legs. Her pussy was slippery and hot. I pressed a finger inside her, fucking her as we continued to kiss.

I brought her that way, brought my sister to orgasm as I sucked on her tongue and nibbled at her sweet lips. She spread her legs wide, giving me full access to her sex as I kept fucking her with my finger even after she had come the first time. I continued sliding my finger in and out of her little vagina as I kissed and licked and sucked at her mouth, fucking her hard, giving her a second orgasm, my lips now moving down to her neck, her throat, her chest, taking an erect nipple into my mouth. I sucked her nipple, sucked and licked and bit, hearing her say my name, hearing her pant and groan, the sounds of her exquisite arousal. My lips moved still lower, down across her flat tummy, teasing at her navel, then finding her mound brushed with the faintest of pussy hairs.

“Julie, Julie…” she moaned.

On her bed, between her legs, I looked at my sister’s pussy, her beautiful wet pussy. I spread her lips with my fingers, peering inside her. I kissed her there, tasting her, licking her. I pressed my mouth against her sex, shoving my tongue inside her, all the way up inside her as far as it would go. I fucked Kate with my tongue, wanting to bring her that way. She held my head in her hands, groaning and sobbing with desire. I plunged my tongue in and out of her, again and again, eating her, swallowing her juices, taking my sister’s cunt with my mouth. She came again, came a third time as I fucked her with my tongue.

And finally, that was all she could stand.

Following her third climax, when I tried to move up and start sucking her clit, Kate pushed my face away, closing her legs to me, trembling and shivering all over. “Wait, wait,” she begged, her young body quivering with the echoes of an almost unendurably powerful orgasm.

I relented, easing myself up on the bed to lie next to her, gently stroking her forehead and kissing her cheek as she slowly recovered. Her eyes were closed, her breath still ragged. I had overwhelmed her with my passion. It made me smile. I nestled beside her, patiently waiting, giving her time, loving her.

After a few minutes, she took a very deep breath and then slowly let it out, turning to me and opening her pretty brown eyes. She smiled. I brought my lips to hers, giving her a tender kiss.

“That was… I never… you just…” My sister couldn’t quite put into words what she was feeling.

I kissed her again, harder this time. She opened her mouth, her tongue seeking mine. Kate turned on her side, wrapping her arms around me. We kissed for several minutes, holding each other close.

After a time, our kisses became softer, less urgent, until we were just lying together, gazing into each other’s eyes. She rested her forehead on mine, the tip of her finger gently caressing my lower lip.

“Julie…” she whispered.

Again we stayed that way for a time, unhurried, content to simply bask in our closeness, our intimacy, warm breath mixing, soft skin touching. I closed my eyes, inhaling, taking in the scent of our pleasure, the smell of her body, her vaginal juices still on my fingers and on my face.

Finally she propped herself up on an elbow, looking down at me.

“Did you, um,” she began, “I mean, you really wanted to do a lot more with Molly tonight, didn’t you? Like, everything, I mean.”

“Yeah, I did,” I nodded.

“So did I. But… Mommy would get mad, wouldn’t she?”

“Well, I guess she would if we did it without letting her know, or, I mean, before she told us that it was okay. But she already said there was no reason to wait, remember?”

“Yeah, that’s true.”

“Except you’re right, we shouldn’t just go ahead and do it by ourselves. I really wanted to tonight, but that’ll happen soon anyway, I’m pretty sure.”

“You think?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Man,” she said, slowly shaking her head, “so much stuff has happened.”

“Yeah, it has. But, are you okay with it?” I sat up, wanting to talk with my sister now, understand where she was in all this. “I mean, how are you feeling now? It is a lot, like you said, a big change.”

“It is, totally,” she nodded. “But, you know, I’m fine. Sometimes I think it’s wrong, like, maybe we shouldn’t be doing it. I mean, people would totally freak if they knew. But, but I really like doing it, I mean, I really love it, so…”

“Some people would freak,” I told her. “Most people would, I guess. But you know I think there are also a lot of other people, moms and daughters, I mean, who would understand. Who would want to do it too, or who maybe already are doing it.”

“You really think so?”

“Well, yeah, I mean, I met a lot of girls like that in Vermont. I think there probably are a lot of ‘em, everywhere. Mommy told me she has friends, like, online, um, other moms who talk about doing stuff with their daughters. So I do think it happens, maybe a lot.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah. If only everyone would talk about it, you know? Not just keep it a secret.”

“But… but if they talked about it, they’d get in trouble, wouldn’t they? And we would too if we talked about it.”

“I guess. And that sucks. I don’t know…” I shook my head. “It’s too bad we have to hide it.”

“Yeah, it is.”

She lay down on her back again and I lay next to her, our arms touching. She took my hand. We looked up at the ceiling, quiet for a minute with our thoughts.

Finally I said, “Kate?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you ever think about doing it with other girls? Like, you know, maybe kids from school or something?”

“Of course I do. All the time,” she giggled.

“Me too. And um, how about their moms? Like, Monica’s mom is pretty hot, isn’t she? And how about Riley’s mom, you know, Molly’s friend?”

“Yeah, Riley’s mom is sexy. And Monica’s too.”

“Wouldn’t that be hot, though? I mean, doing it together, with both the girls and their moms at the same time?”

She turned to look at me. Her eyes were shining. “Wow… Julie, you think of the coolest stuff.”

I giggled. “That’s all I do, it seems like, is think about sex all the time. Dirty lesbian sex between little girls and their mommies.”

“Man…” Kate took my face in her hands and gave me a long kiss, her lips closed. Then she whispered, “You get me so hot.”

We kissed again, our mouths open this time. She rolled on top of me, still kissing. I grabbed her bottom, pulling her against me, spreading my legs to bring our pussies together.

When we ended the kiss, I said, “Fuck me, Kate.”

“Huh?”

“You know, fuck me. With your pussy. The way Mommy fucked you before. The way I did it with you on the sofa that night.”

She paused, just looking at me, her eyes wide. She was breathing hard. Then she nodded, “Okay. But… I don’t really know how.”

“It’s easy,” I smiled. “Just, like, start moving. I’ll help you.”

My hands were still on her bottom. I pulled her in more tightly.

“You don’t have to do it hard,” I told her. “You can, but you can also do it kind of slow and easy too. Either way. Just try to get your clit rubbing against my clit.”

“Okay…” Kate swallowed. She seemed nervous, unsure of herself.

I shook my head. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I mean —”

“No, no, I do want to. I just hope I can do it right.”

That made me laugh. “Katie, what you’re doing now is already perfect. Your pussy on my pussy. So, um, kiss me, okay? Then I think the rest will just happen.”

And I was right. She smiled at me, then closed her eyes and brought her lips to mine.

As I’ve said before, Kate is maybe the best kisser I have ever known. She gets so totally into it. And that night, as we began kissing, our bodies came together almost automatically. I guided her a little with my hands, but mostly it was just the natural result of two girls who love each other and who want each other, young girls sharing their bodies, giving in to their desires, sisters in lust with each other.

We kissed for a long time as she slowly began moving against me. Our arousal made us both very wet, and soon we had a good tight connection between us, hot slippery pussy against hot slippery pussy. We kept kissing the whole time, kissing deeply, as she moved faster and faster, humping me. I heard her squeal inside my mouth, and then she was coming on me.

My sister had a powerful climax that way, the first time she ever brought herself to orgasm while fucking another girl. But certainly not the last!

After she calmed down, we kissed some more. Then she slid off to the side. We talked a while longer, sharing soft kisses and gentle caresses. A few minutes later, Kate turned onto her back, nestling close to me. I reached over and switched off the bedside lamp.

As we lay in the dark, I began talking again about our friends at school, and Molly’s friends too, the ones we knew who had the sexiest moms. I described my fantasies about being with those little girls and their mothers, first seducing them separately, then together, fucking each of them and then watching them have sex with each other for the first time. My sister and I were masturbating, of course, and soon we climaxed. Kate came once and I came twice. After that, we were both spent. We fell asleep.

It was unusual for me to fall asleep that way, as early as it was, not yet midnight. For Kate, it wasn’t surprising. She could sleep almost anywhere at any time. But not me.

What was even more unusual, though, was that I didn’t wake up when Mommy came home later. She wasn’t driving her car that night — she was riding with Carla — so the garage door didn’t open and maybe that’s why I slept through it. When I awoke, it was to the feel of the covers being pulled back on the bed and someone getting in with us.

It was our mother.

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