Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

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At 6:45, Angela went looking for Gwen.

She found her in Bambi’s bathroom, putting a touch of makeup on her sister, Paige — just a little mascara and some lip gloss. Paige certainly doesn’t need much, thought Angela. At 11 years old, she has the face of a model and the perfect slender body too. I can’t wait to have her. Soon, I hope.

“Gwen? When you’re finished, I wonder if you would mind taking Paige and the other girls down to the lobby to watch for our guests. You can greet them when they arrive and bring them up in the elevator. Here’s the pass key for the penthouse.” She handed her a plastic card.

“Okay, yeah. Um, we’re all done anyway, or almost.”

“You both look so lovely,” Angela smiled.

Gwen was sporting another stretch knit mini, similar to the one she’d worn to dinner the night before. This one was white, though, instead of pink, and even shorter, showing off her long, tanned, athletic legs. With it she wore a thin white sleeveless crop top — and no bra, Angela noticed with approval. The brief top left plenty of skin open to view. On her feet were little white sneakers.

Paige was in a pair of loose linen shorts, oatmeal in color, and a long-sleeved royal blue shirt, untucked, with large ivory buttons. She wore leather sandals.

As she fingered the material of the shirt, Angela asked, “Is this rayon?”

“Uh-huh,” the stunning brunette beamed, pleased by the attention.

Angela admired the way the cloth draped, how it revealed and highlighted the girl’s developing breast buds. Pretending to feel the fabric, she slid her hand up Paige’s arm and then onto her back. No bra, or anything else beneath the shirt. “Very nice,” she purred.

Bambi and Amanda were in the bedroom, playing with Barbies. They’d gone the twin route, wearing the shortest possible denim cutoffs and matching pink tank tops, too small for them, really, and very tight-fitting. Although neither had breasts yet, their puffy nipples poked temptingly through their tops. Both girls were barefoot and in pigtails.

“Kids,” Angela said to them, “put on some sneakers or flip-flops or something so you can go down to the lobby with Gwen and Paige and wait for our guests, all right?”

“Okay, Mommy,” Bambi nodded.

Heading out to the living area, Angela checked again on the buffet preparation.

Two long tables in the center of the room were loaded with an assortment of salads, hors d’oeuvres, fresh fruit, covered hot dishes, medium rare prime rib ready to be sliced, and a bevy of desserts at the end. Applying last-minute touches to the elegant display were a pair of servers from the restaurant, both attractive young women in very short skirts (a $20 tip to the maître d’ had insured this). The atmosphere was spiced by a hot mix of Brazilian samba playing on hidden speakers throughout the suite.

Eve and Tina were standing by the window, chatting and enjoying the view, each with a glass of wine. Eve was in a very pretty patterned sundress, pink and yellow and white, that came to just above her knees. She wore slingback sandals with heels. Her legs were bare.

For Tina, Angela had chosen a dark gray leather miniskirt and a sheer yellow blouse with half sleeves. She had insisted that the woman wear neither bra nor panties. They finished the outfit with a pair of high-heeled black pumps, borrowed from Angela. Tina felt a bit uncomfortable that way at first, dressing like a hooker, but at the same time it seemed racy and naughty. Overall she was pleased. She wondered secretly if she would have the courage to flash anyone.

Angela herself was wearing a classic little black dress in a glittery fabric with a cowl neck that plunged daringly low in front. The hemline was a few inches above her knees. Her long bronzed legs, oiled and gleaming, were made even shapelier by designer heels, two-tone in pink and black. Under the dress she wore nothing.

Stepping over to her friends at the window, she slid an arm around each slim waist. “Well, my darlings, you both look so lovely tonight I don’t think I’ll need any dinner at all. I’ll just eat the two of you.”

That set the women giggling.

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Sheila, Bridget, and the girls pulled into the hotel parking lot a few minutes after 7:00. As soon as they came through the revolving doors and entered the lobby, a voice called, “There they are!”

They turned and saw a tall, pretty brunette teen in a white miniskirt trotting toward them, followed by three younger girls.

“Hi, I’m Gwen,” she smiled. “We met earlier?”

“Yes, hello, Gwen, I’m Sheila. We did meet but I never shook your hand. I was… slightly impaired at the time.”

As she took the woman’s extended hand, Gwen felt herself coloring. By ‘impaired’, did she mean when she was masturbating and had a climax in front of them? Or was it something else?

But she managed to say, “Yeah, uh, hi, Sheila. Um, this is Paige, my sister. And that’s Bambi and that’s Amanda. We’re supposed to take you up. But, um, you know, I’m sorry, I don’t remember all your names…”

“That’s all right, honey. No problem.” Sheila pointed, “This is Bridget, my sister, little sister, that is. The youngest one here is Debby, Bridget’s daughter. And my own two girls are Erin and Fiona.”

They all exchanged nods and hellos, then started toward the elevator.

Fiona kept glancing at one of the two blonde kids, the pair who were dressed like twins. She was sure she’d seen that girl before, but where?

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Hearing the bell chime, Eve, Tina, and Angela turned toward the foyer of the suite. A moment later chatter erupted as the elevator doors came open and Bambi led everyone inside, seven girls from age 9 to 16 with two women behind them.

“This is our place,” Bambi announced. “Come on in!”

Oohs and ahhs ensued as the guests admired the opulent surroundings. Angela approached them, extending her hand to Bridget. “Welcome, I’m so pleased you could join us.” She warmly kissed the woman’s cheek, then turned to Sheila, taking her hand and giving her a kiss on the cheek as well.

Fiona didn’t remember who that blonde girl was until they reached the top floor and the doors opened right into a big room, not just a hallway, and then they went in and they were all introduced to some ladies. She’d met one of them before, Angela, out in the ocean, and now she met one named Eve, who was Gwen’s mom, but it was the third lady, Tina — the minute she saw her, she knew right away who they were: the mother and daughter from the snack bar, the ones she heard that morning talking about masturbating! Omigod!!

As she was being introduced to the others, Bridget began wishing she hadn’t worn slacks. She was the only woman there not in a dress or skirt. It wasn’t often she would wear a dress, though, because she didn’t think her legs were very nice. They were too short and her thighs showed a lot of cellulite. Her best feature, she felt, was her breasts, which she often proudly displayed.

Tonight Bridget was in black pants, short heels with pantyhose, and a woven silk tank top, bright red and deeply scooped. Her push-up demi bra made sure those breasts could not be missed. She’d noticed Angela giving her cleavage a long admiring glance as they shook hands, and she was glad for that. But speaking of cleavage! When Angela leaned over to kiss her cheek Bridget wondered if the woman’s boobs might fall right out of that incredibly racy dress she was wearing. No modesty from her, that’s for sure.

Tina nodded to herself. I’m positive that’s her. The cute, short girl named Fiona is the one I made eye contact with earlier today, the one who overheard Amanda saying something to me about helping her masturbate. Oh well, it doesn’t really matter now. If things go as I think they might tonight, a lot more than that could happen. But what a small world! Poor Fiona seems terribly embarrassed about it, though.

She tried to catch her eye again and maybe give her a signal that everything was fine, but the little brunette wouldn’t look at her now. Tina hoped she would have a chance to talk with her soon and reassure her.

Meanwhile, she took a closer look at the new women she was meeting. The older of the two, Sheila, was quite pretty and very outgoing, with riveting blue-green eyes and a ready smile. The sleeveless dress she wore was wrap-style, knee-length. It was light blue, a shade that set off her auburn hair and tanned skin. Her arms and chest were freckled, but the most noticeable thing about Sheila was her big breasts, obviously unencumbered by a bra and swinging freely in the loosely wrapped dress. Clearly she was the type who would be the life of any party, already laughing and talking loudly.

Bridget, the younger one, was not as pretty as her sister and held back a little. Perhaps she was shy. Tina could relate to that. Maybe she would try to get acquainted with the woman. They might have a lot in common. Bridget’s daughter, Debby, hanging close and holding her mother’s hand, was an absolute doll. She was in a red polka dot dress with a big white bow in front. When she smiled and you saw the little gap between her front teeth, it melted your heart.

Then there were Sheila’s daughters. The teenager, Erin, was a true redhead, all flaming curly hair, pale skin covered with freckles, full pink lips, and gorgeous green eyes. She also appeared to be shy, though, smiling and saying hello when introduced, but blushing and keeping her hands behind her back. She was wearing purple bloomer pants and a white top with lavender flowers. A sweetheart neckline showed a hint of appealing cleavage.

And finally, Fiona, such a tiny girl, almost like a nymph. Although 12 years old, she was small for her age but very pretty with bright, inquisitive blue eyes. Just then Tina was able to catch her glance. She gave her a wink. The girl looked down right away, but then slowly raised her chin, grinning bashfully.

Tina walked over to her. “Hi, I just want to tell you how much I like your outfit. That top is so cute.”

“Oh, thanks,” Fiona giggled.

“I just love it. Wherever did you find it?”

“Oh, um, it was with my Aunt Bridget at this used clothes store we go to, you know, like, vintage stuff. She takes me there sometimes.”

Hearing her name, Bridget joined the conversation.

“Bridget, I was just telling Fiona how much I like her top,” Tina said.

“Yes, isn’t it cute?” Bridget put her hand on her niece’s shoulder, smiling down at the girl.

The top was a little sleeveless blouse, mostly sheer, with a wide placket and two large pockets on the chest. It was white with pale pink flowers. Fiona wore it with a pair of white shorts and pink sneakers. Tina noticed there was no bra or anything else beneath the blouse, and she thought she could detect a lovely swelling of breast buds under the pockets.

“Bridget, darling, what can I get you to drink?” It was Angela, playing hostess.

“Oh, uh,” Bridget glanced at Tina’s glass. “I guess some white wine, thanks, whatever she’s having. That would be nice.”

“Of course. And may I refill your glass, Tina?”

It was still half full. “Um, no, thank you. It’s very good, but I, I really don’t drink much.”

“Well, maybe we’ll see if we can change your mind about that later,” said Angela. “Have to get everyone loosened up tonight, free all those inhibitions, right?”

Bridget and Tina chuckled.

Putting her hands on her knees and bending down to Debby, who was only four feet five inches tall, Angela said, “Aren’t you just the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen! Would you like something to drink, precious?”

Debby couldn’t find her voice. She was staring. She could see the lady’s boobies, even her nipples! Of course, this was the same lady who’d had on that see-though swimsuit at the beach today, so it must just be how she was.

“What do you want to drink, Debby?” prompted Bridget. “A soda?”

Still speechless and still staring, Debby only nodded. Angela pinched her cheek, deliberately swaying side to side a little, making her breasts wag provocatively in front of the child’s face. “Very well, pretty baby, that’s what you can have. Anything you like.”

Tina took the opportunity to draw Fiona aside. “Hey, I just want to say, you know, don’t worry at all about this morning. I mean, whatever you heard down in the snack bar, it’s fine, okay?”

Fiona smiled and mumbled, “Okay.” That did make her feel better.

And then suddenly it was her turn to be confronted by Angela’s boob show. Blushing, she managed to ask for a soda as well.

After kissing Fiona on the cheek, Angela took her hand and Debby’s too and led them over to a bar where she told the server what to pour for them. Angela also asked for a glass of wine, which she gave to Bridget.

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Gwen was getting hungry. The food all smelled so good! But she thought it would be rude to ask if they could start eating. She’d already done that at lunchtime and didn’t want to look like too much of a glutton. And anyway, it was totally fun being right where she was, surrounded by a group of sexy girls!

As soon as Debby and Fiona had their drinks, and Erin did too, Bambi gathered all the girls together over in a secluded section of the living area, behind a grand piano. They were sitting on the floor in a circle, with Fiona on one side of Bambi, and Amanda on the other. Next to Fiona was Debby, then Erin, and on the other side of Erin was Gwen, then Paige. Seven girls in a circle.

The younger ones were jabbering away, often overlapping one another, especially Bambi and Paige and Amanda. Fiona was getting into it too and Debby tried her best to stick things in from time to time. Gwen and Erin mostly just listened, occasionally commenting to each other on what they heard… all about school and clothes and movies and TV and the beach and the ocean and bikinis and anything else the kids could think of to say.

Gwen had tried at first to sit modestly on the floor, but while wearing such a short tight skirt it was almost impossible. So she just sat cross-legged, letting her white panties show. I mean, after all, they were only girls — and if it made some of them excited to look between her legs, she would be glad!

Some of the little ones were enjoying the view, particularly Bambi, although Gwen wasn’t too surprised by her. But she also noticed Amanda and Fiona sneaking glances at her crotch, and even her sister, Paige. And then she saw someone else, too, staring right at her.

When Angela had led the girls to the bar, Bridget and Tina followed. Then Sheila’d come up and said something to Tina about her leather skirt and they fell into a conversation. This allowed Bridget to slip away, choosing a spot near the piano where she could pretend to be gazing out the window at the ocean while also being in a perfect position to admire the sight of a teenager’s spread legs.

Gwen found herself getting very turned on. Strange she’d never realized before how arousing it could be to have a woman or a girl look at you that way. She’d always been tall and kind of gawky as an adolescent, her chest flat through most of puberty, and she hadn’t felt especially sexy. But now, on this vacation, for the first time people were looking at her like maybe she was desirable. Having that woman, Bridget, constantly peering down between her legs was definitely making her excited. So excited, in fact, that she could feel her pussy starting to get wet. Uh-oh, would it soak through the thin cotton of her little thong? Should she change position, just in case?

Sheila was glad they came. Bridget was right, it was fun meeting new people, and this certainly was a hot crowd. All the women were alluring, and the young girls too. She couldn’t decide who appealed to her the most, whether it was Angela, so overtly carnal and provocative, or maybe Tina, with her intriguing combination of streetwalker attire and bashful innocence. There were her own daughters, of course, both irresistibly attractive to Sheila, and there was that amazing little Bambi, a total sexpot only 10 years old. The other little blonde, too, Amanda, made Sheila tremble with desire, and oh my god that gorgeous brunette, Paige — it would be like fucking a child model.

Okay, that was it. Where the hell was a bathroom? Excusing herself from Tina, she asked one of the servers, who indicated a door just off the foyer. Rushing inside, Sheila dropped her panties and sat on the toilet lid, spreading her legs apart. It didn’t take long. She fucked herself and rubbed her clit and soon was exploding into orgasm.

Angela smiled to herself. She knew very well what that little scene was all about. Almost nothing escaped her notice. She was gratified to know that her party already had resulted in at least one climax. And there would be more to ‘come’ — many more, she hoped.

It was too late. Gwen could feel that growing wet spot between her legs, could feel the air cooling it even as her pussy kept warming and moistening it. By now it was too late to hide. She was certain that Bambi had seen it and knew what it was. That little girl missed almost nothing. And Bridget was now openly staring at Gwen’s crotch, not even trying to pretend she wasn’t. So, Gwen just shifted slightly, flexing her thighs, opening her legs even wider. She even leaned back on her hands, as if inviting everyone to look at her.

Debby didn’t know for sure what that spot meant. Had the big girl peed her pants, or was it something else? She did see, though, that her mom kept watching the teenager and that she seemed to be getting really excited. Debby wished her mom would look at her the same way. Well, she was wearing a dress, so maybe she should try showing her undies too. Maybe that would make her mom even more excited. The 9-year-old leaned back on her hands the way Gwen was, but with her feet flat on the floor and her knees pulled way up. The red polka dot dress fell almost to her waist, and her mother, along with all the kids in the circle, now had a clear view of her Hello Kitty underwear.

Bridget was startled by her daughter’s obvious and deliberate exhibitionism. But when she took a long look at Debby’s panty-covered crotch, she was rewarded with a big smile from the child. What an interesting evening this was turning out to be!

Let’s see, with these shorts on, thought Paige, I can’t show my panties very easily, even though I’d like to. I wonder if anyone would be interested in my chest. There’s not much there to see yet, but who knows? Casually she undid two of the buttons on her shirt. She glanced down. Hm, maybe one more would be even better. There, that’s good. The shirt was open more than halfway down. Now, if I lean just like this…

Wow, thought, Erin, what is this? Some sort of secret lesbian sex club? There was Gwen spreading her legs, showing her wet crotch, and now she was getting an eyeful of — what was her name, that girl, Gwen’s little sister … Paige, that was it — she was getting an eyeful of Paige’s chest. One little boob, just barely starting to grow, but very sexy. And even Debby, her little cousin, she was putting on a show too. It was like a competition or something. Not to mention the grownups.

All right, Tina told herself, I’m ready to do it. Flirting with that woman with the big tits, Sheila, had her very turned on. The way she leered at her and ran her eyes up and down Tina’s body, practically undressing her, was so hot. But then, with no warning, Sheila had excused herself and hurried away, apparently heading for the bathroom. I hope she’s not sick or anything, Tina thought.

Meanwhile, though, I have got to try this, I really do. Maybe I’ll start with… ooh, yeah, how naughty would that be, flashing a bunch of young girls!!

She eased over to the grand piano, seating herself on the stool in front of it, facing the circle of girls on the floor. The petite brunette, Bridget, the one with the cleavage, was standing at the far end of the piano, next to the window, drinking a glass of wine. The women nodded to each other, smiling cordially, but Bridget showed no intention of moving from where she was.

Tina waited, waited, until just the right moment, when she caught two girls at the same time looking at her legs. And then she opened them.

Fiona could hardly believe it — that lady has no underwear on!! She’s sitting there with her legs apart, just happily showing herself to everyone!! God, it was… she looked quickly over at Gwen, at her white panties with the wet spot, and yeah, that’s how she felt too. Fiona was getting that special warm gooey feeling inside her own undies.

Holy Christ, thought Erin, this really is some kind of wild sex club or something. Look at that woman’s bare pussy! And I’m not the only one who’s noticed it. Gwen and Bambi and Fiona… and now Debby… and right there, Paige, she’s turning and looking too, like the others.

Tina smiled, opening her legs even wider. She had the rapt attention of all but one of the girls, her own daughter, ironically. But all right, that’s enough of a show for now. Don’t want to overdo it. She gave them a wink, then slowly got up and headed back toward the bar.

From where she was standing Bridget couldn’t tell for sure what the girls were staring at, but it was definitely something. Tina apparently had flashed them, but it wasn’t, it couldn’t — could it possibly be that she wasn’t wearing any underwear?? That seemed unlikely, even outrageous, although it certainly would be exciting too. I think I’ll try to find out.

She left her spot by the piano, reluctantly abandoning her view of Gwen’s juicy panties in order to follow Tina. Just then Sheila strolled back into the room and Bridget could tell immediately from the look on her face what her big sister had been up to. My my my, this is quite a party, and it’s just getting started!

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