Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

“98, 99, 100!”

We opened the closet door and stepped out into my sister Molly’s bedroom. It was dark, but there was enough faint light coming in through the curtains that Riley and I could see each other fairly well. We stood for a moment, eyes running up and down one another’s nude bodies. The only thing we had on were red scarves tied around our foreheads.

We heard giggling voices out in the hall, the voices of little girls. It was Molly and Chelsea. Oh no, the blue team was already ahead of us!

“Come on!” Riley urged, tugging on my hand.

I ran behind her to the bedroom door. We threw it open and darted into the darkened hall. It was hard to see much of anything, but I caught a glimpse of two bare bottoms racing away from us and starting down the stairs.

“There they go!” I pointed.

Now I led the way, holding Riley’s hand. She was not as familiar with our house, so we couldn’t move too fast. I didn’t want her to fall or get hurt. Her hand felt warm in mine, and slightly moist. It was really turning me on. I was tempted to stop right there and take the girl in my arms and start kissing her, but I didn’t. We had a game to play.

At the top of the stairs, I paused. “Can you see all right?” I asked Riley.

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

Below us, we could see Chelsea and Molly standing in the middle of the family room, looking around. Their slim, shadowy, naked bodies were so tantalizing to me. I wondered if the sight would have the same effect on Riley.

“Let’s go!” she said, hurrying me.

The girl was right. I was letting my lust get in the way of winning the game.

“All right,” I nodded, “come on.”

As we started down, still holding hands, we heard a voice call out, “Kate?” It was Molly. Then Chelsea called, “Mad scientist? Where are you?!”

Of course Kate didn’t respond. It was our job to find her. But the good thing was, the blue team hadn’t located her yet. Maybe the red team could get there first!

We all hunted around, eventually flushing Kate from her hiding place under the table in the dining room. She ran away laughing, with four nude girls in pursuit. When she tried to jump over the sofa, I managed to tackle her. My sister and I fell together onto the cushions, giggling like crazy. I reached for the bottle, but she held it away from me.

Then, all at once, the other girls were on top of us — scrambling, clawing, struggling, grabbing — skin on skin, smooth young bodies slipping and sliding together. What a great game this was!

Kate somehow wriggled out from beneath the pile and raced away, clutching the secret formula. We jumped up and started after her. She ran back into the dining room, with Molly and Chelsea right behind her.

“Wait!” I said to Riley, before lowering my voice to a whisper. “Over here… we’ll head her off.”

I took my partner the other way, toward the kitchen. We waited just outside the swinging door. Sure enough, a second later it burst open and Kate came bolting through — right into our arms!

We held her tight. This time, I was determined not to let her get away. Kate was very strong, though, an athlete with toned muscles. She was just about to slip from my grasp when Chelsea and Molly caught up with us.

They grabbed onto her too, small arms around Kate’s waist, around her chest, around her legs, between her legs. I envied my sister at that moment, wishing I could be the evil scientist.

“You won’t get away with it!” I cried. “We’re going to stop you! The red team will get the formula!”

“Yeah!” Riley shouted, reaching up to where Kate was holding the bottle aloft, trying to take it from her. “We’ll get it!”

“No, the blue team will! The blue team!” Chelsea yelled. And then she climbed on top of me, crawling right up my back and onto my shoulders. The little girl’s bare legs were around my neck, her pussy pressing into my hair as she strained upward.

I had a firm grip around Kate’s waist and chest now, one hand over a breast, the hard nipple pressing into my palm. Molly was holding onto her legs. Riley was trying to grab the formula, but Chelsea had a better chance from her position atop my shoulders. She had both hands around the bottle, but the child wasn’t strong enough to wrest it away from Kate. Something had to give.

Our frantic struggling had slowly taken us away from the kitchen door, and into the family room. I didn’t realize how far we’d actually gone, though, until suddenly my hip bumped against the back of the sofa and I began to lose my balance.

I whooped as I felt my feet slipping out from under me. Kate and Molly were going down with me. Chelsea toppled from her perch and fell onto the sofa, bouncing on the cushions, laughing with glee.

Molly and Kate and I all grabbed for the back of the sofa at the same time, trying to stay upright. But we pulled too hard, and the sofa tipped over backwards! We all collapsed onto it alongside little Chelsea, who was laughing so hard she couldn’t stop.

Riley fell with us too. She made a last desperate lunge for the formula, but just as she did, Kate’s hand struck the padded arm of the sofa — and the plastic bottle went skittering away across the floor!

Chelsea’s giddy laughter was contagious. I wanted to get up and race after the bottle, but I had Kate and Molly on top of me, and anyway, I was out of breath from laughing. Everyone else was in the same condition. We all lay together, five giggling, gasping naked girls.

The first to recover was Riley. She started to push herself up, but wasn’t quite quick enough. Kate reached out and pulled her down again. Molly rolled off me, and I was free, at least for the moment. As I struggled to my feet, I grabbed Molly’s arm, preventing her from going after the formula. Chelsea tried to get up too, but Kate caught her, wrapping an arm around her slim thigh, holding her tight.

I pushed Molly back onto the sofa — not too hard, but hard enough that she went down, flopping into the cushions. I turned and looked for the bottle. There it was, partially hidden under a chair.

“Come on!” I called to Riley, clutching her hand, trying to pull her away from Kate’s grasp. Just as I thought my teammate was about to break loose, Kate suddenly released her. Riley flew into me, knocking me off balance once again. We fell to the floor, laughing.

Kate shot past us, moving like a blur. She snagged the secret formula from under the chair, then ran toward the stairs. Riley and I got up as fast as we could, but Chelsea and Molly, the blue team, were already ahead of us. They followed Kate up the stairs with the red team right behind them, all five of us shouting at the top of our lungs. I wonder what the neighbors must have thought?

The evil scientist disappeared into my room. Aha! That meant if we could just take the bottle away from her, and get onto my bed, we would win! Of course it meant the same thing for the other team too. We had to get there first!

We were still behind, though. The blue team entered the bedroom ahead of us. When Riley and I got to the door, we saw movement in the dark but it was hard to tell what was going on. Forgetting all about the rules, I switched on the overhead light. It was momentarily blinding.

As my eyes adjusted, I saw the three of them, Molly, Chelsea, and Kate, wrestling on my bed, naked limbs flailing, sheets and covers and pillows going everywhere.

With a cry of “Red team!” Riley joined them, leaping headlong into the pile. I followed, diving in after her.

Kate was in a fetal position, curled up tightly. Her hands, holding the bottle with the secret formula, were clenched firmly between her legs. Chelsea and Molly were crawling all over her, grasping at her thighs, straining to pull them apart. Riley was there too, but on the backside, her face peering at my sister’s butt, hands trying to reach in and seize the bottle.

I decided on another tactic. I climbed on top of Kate, sitting on her head, squeezing my legs together around her face. I thought if I could cut off her air, start to smother her, that might make her release the bottle — and if Riley grabbed it, we would win!

We grappled that way for what felt like several minutes, although it probably wasn’t really that long. The younger girls clawed away on one side, pushing their fingers between Kate’s thighs, trying to take hold of the bottle that was shoved deeply into her crotch. Riley was on the other side, hands desperately reaching in, fingers inadvertently but inevitably pressing up against Kate’s anus and her labia, perhaps even her vagina.

I don’t know if the game was intended by Kate to be sexually stimulating, although it likely was. At any rate, that was the effect it had on me. I’d already been extremely turned on earlier in our mother’s closet when we stripped and searched each other, and then later downstairs as I felt the erotic thrill of our naked bodies rubbing and sliding together in our playful struggles. At this point I was wildly excited, my clit throbbing as I pushed myself against my sister and saw what the little girls were doing between her legs.

Now I ground down even harder on Kate’s face, wriggling my bottom, attempting to completely envelop her. I knew my pussy was very wet, I could feel it. I was certain Kate could feel it too, and I knew she could easily smell my arousal — if she could smell anything at all, that is. My goal was to restrict her air so much that she would have to give up. And that’s what happened.

“Okay!” I heard a muffled cry. “Okay! You win!”

I lifted slightly off my sister, leaning forward toward her crotch, ready to grab the secret formula if I had the chance. The instant Kate began to relax her thighs, however, all the hands at once were seizing the bottle, mine along with the other three girls’. We looked at each other. What did it mean?

“Everybody wins,” Kate panted.

She was on her back now, gasping for breath, her legs parted around Riley. I was kneeling on one side of Kate, Molly and Chelsea on the other side. Eight hands held the plastic water bottle.

“Everybody wins,” my sister repeated.

I wasn’t entirely sure what she meant by that, but for the moment I wasn’t really thinking about it either. My attention had been diverted to something else.

Kate’s vulva was smeared with creamy white pussy juice. I suddenly realized some of it was on the bottle too, and on our fingers. I smiled and began to relax my grip.

“You guys — both teams win, red and blue, because you got the formula at the same time,” Kate told us as she pushed herself up to a sitting position.

“And, uh, guess what?” she smiled. “The evil scientist has decided it’s better to be nice, not to hurt people or be mean to them or try to have power over them and stuff. So, everybody wins.”

I let go of the bottle altogether. Chelsea and Molly did too. Riley was the only one left holding it. I noticed her frowning slightly, studying the bottle, perhaps trying to figure out what all that gooey white stuff was. The 9-year-old girl glanced down at Kate’s crotch and then at her own fingers, lifting them to her face and sniffing them.

“Everybody wins,” Kate said yet again. “So now we need to have a winner’s hug and kiss. Everybody hug everybody and kiss, okay?”

We combined in a big group hug, five naked girls from age 7 to age 12, pressing together, sharing kisses, congratulating each other on our victory.

When that was over, I glanced at my clock radio. It said almost 11:00, way past bedtime for Molly and Chelsea, even on a weekend. When I told the younger kids it was time for them to go to bed, they protested, naturally, but not too much. I think they were getting sleepy, though they would never admit it.

With Kate’s help, I herded them into Molly’s room, made sure they brushed their teeth, asked if they wanted to put on jammies (none did), and then tucked them in, all three girls squeezing into Molly’s single bed. They seemed perfectly happy about that. We kissed them, said goodnight, and turned out the light.

My sister and I decided to sleep together too, as we often did. The only question was whose bed we should use, and we chose mine that night. We brushed our teeth, then snuggled under the covers. It was fun talking with each other in the dark about the game we’d played, giggling about Kate’s creative ingenuity, remembering how hilarious it was when the sofa tipped over and we all fell onto it.

After a time, we began kissing and touching. We made love. Kate’s pussy tasted even more yummy than usual, perhaps because of all that creamy juice she’d produced earlier. After I went down on her, I sat on her face, but this time without the intent of smothering her. I came twice in her mouth, as she had come twice in mine, and then we were ready to fall asleep.

* * *

I woke up, as I typically did, as soon as my mother came home, when I heard the garage door start to open. Turning over, I looked at the clock. It was 1:15.

I was instantly excited. Would Paula come in? Would the women kiss? Would they have sex? Could I watch them and masturbate? I was terribly eager to see! I tried to wake Kate to get her to join me, but once she’s out, she’s out.

So, I got out of bed on my own and went to the door, opening it a crack. I listened for voices, but could only hear two, my mom’s and Dana’s. Was Paula with them or not? I crept naked out into the hall, staying in the shadows.

A light went on in the family room.

“What’s this?” I heard my mother laugh. I suddenly realized that we’d left the place a wreck, the sofa overturned and everything. Oops. I felt bad about that.

“Looks like they had a good time,” said Dana.

“Yeah, maybe too good,” Mommy said.

I stepped up to the railing, taking a chance that Paula might see me if she was there, but she wasn’t. It was only the two of them.

As they started toward the stairs, my mom looked up and saw me standing above them. “Hi, lover,” she smiled.

“Hi, Mommy. I’m really sorry about the mess. I’ll clean it up tomorrow, I promise.”

“That’s all right,” she chuckled. “No one was injured in the melee, I hope?”

“No,” I grinned. I was glad she wasn’t angry.

They reached the top of the stairs. My mother took me in her arms, hugging me and kissing my mouth. I tasted wine or something on her lips, smelled her delicious perfume, felt the warmth of her beautiful body pressing against mine.

“Mmm,” Mommy sighed, kissing me even more deeply, her tongue teasing mine, a hand reaching down to caress my bare bottom.

Finally she drew her lips away. “I missed you tonight, lover,” she whispered, nuzzling my nose.

“I missed you too. We had fun, though,” I giggled.

“Yes, I can see that.”

“Um, where’s Pau— Ms. Crawford. Did she drive home?”

“No, we dropped her off at her house.”

As my mother turned and took Dana’s hand, she said to me, “Why don’t you come in the bedroom with us and we’ll tell you all about it. Unless you’d rather go back to bed, that is.”

“No, I, I’d like to come with you.”

I smiled at Dana. She put an arm around me and kissed my lips. “Hi, little sis. I love you.”

“Hi, big sis,” I said. “I love you too.”

The three of us walked down the hall and into my mother’s room. She closed the door behind us.

“So, were the kids all right?” Mommy asked as she unbuttoned her blouse. “No problems or anything?”

I sat on the bed. “Yeah, they were fine. No problems. We played, well, kind of a wild game, as you saw. Nobody got hurt, though, and it was fun.”

“All right, as long as you had fun,” Mommy chuckled.

Dana had her sandals off and was out of her rompers by then. She wasn’t wearing a bra, only a pair of boy shorts, pink with blue flowers. When she noticed the way I was admiring her body, she sent me a wink, then began taking the pigtails out of her hair.

My mother removed her blouse and dropped it in the hamper. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, laying it on a chair. Her shoes were already off. Now she wore only a lacy pair of white panties, high-cut on the hips.

Oh my god, she was so sexy. I watched her start to take off her jewelry, then remembered my question about Paula.

“Um, you were going to tell me about Ms. Crawford?”

“Oh,” said my mom. “Yes, well, we had a very nice time with her. She’s a good dancer, isn’t she, Dana?”

“Yeah, she is. Really energetic, and dirty too, just the kind I like.”

“Right,” Mommy laughed. “I thought the two of you might get arrested, the way you were carrying on out there on the dance floor.”

“And she kept it up too, in the booth, after we sat down. Once she realized you and me weren’t, you know, a couple, I guess she figured I was fair game. She was, like, groping and grabbing and kissing and everything.”

“Yes, she certainly was.”

I was confused. “But then, I don’t understand. Why didn’t she come back here with you guys?”

My mother pushed down her panties, placing them in the hamper. “Well, let me go wash my face first, and then we’ll get in bed and talk some more, all right?”

“Okay,” I nodded. I got up and pulled the sheets back, propping up some pillows and sitting in the middle.

Dana took off her panties too, tossing them toward the hamper but missing. She fluffed up her hair, ran her hands over her breasts, toying with the nipples, and then slid one hand down between her legs, massaging her clit.

“God, I want to come so bad,” she sighed. “I’ve been dying for it all night.”

I smiled at her, licking my lips.

“But, okay, I’ll go wash my face first, and brush my teeth like a good little girl… and then, Julie, I want you to fuck me like mad, make me come again and again. Will you do that?”

“Sure,” I giggled.

The diminutive blonde suddenly ran to the bed, diving onto it. With a silly laugh, she grabbed my face in her hands and kissed me several times, smacking her lips on mine.

“I love you so much,” she gushed. “I’m so glad I found you and your mom and your sisters. I’m just so happy, Julie!”

I squeezed her. “I’m glad too. I love you a lot. I love both you and Chelsea like, well, like you’re my sisters — which you are!”

“That’s right,” she giggled, kissing me one more time before bouncing off the bed and prancing into the bathroom, looking for all the world like a 10-year-old girl.

When they returned a couple of minutes later, my mom got on one side of me and Dana on the other. They both kissed my cheeks. We pulled the covers up to about our waists and settled in. Although it was a quarter to 2:00, I wasn’t feeling sleepy at all, just very happy and very lucky.

“Now then,” my mother began, “about Paula…”

“Warning,” interrupted Dana, “if this conversation goes on too long, I just might go insane and start mauling Julie.”

She put her face near my chest, growling and baring her teeth, pretending she was about to bite my nipple.

“All right,” Mommy laughed, “it really shouldn’t take very long. And then we can fuck each other as late into the night as you want.”

“Good,” the younger woman nodded. She smiled and sat back up, folding her hands primly in her lap.

They proceeded to explain to me what had happened that evening. After the three of them had danced for a while and had a few drinks, Paula became very talkative. She told Dana and my mom all about the breakup of her marriage, about the looming divorce (which would be her third), about the affair she’d had with a 20-something secretary that caused the split, and a lot more than that.

The more Paula had talked, the more she drank, and the more she drank, the more she’d talked. She confessed to them that she’d had many such affairs in the past, sometimes with men, but more often with women. She thought that for the sake of her kids, it was a good thing for her to be married — but once she was married, she couldn’t stop thinking about all the sex she was missing, so she went out looking for it, and found it.

Paula admitted that at this point in her life she really had almost no attraction toward men. It was women who turned her on. But she was convinced somehow that it was necessary for her daughters to have a man around the house, a father figure. Frankly, she sounded like kind of a mess to me. I knew perfectly well that you absolutely did not need a man or a husband or a dad in order to have a happy and well-adjusted family. I mean, just look at us!

I said that much to Mommy and Dana, and they agreed, of course.

Dana slumped down in the bed a little bit, bringing her face to the level of my chest. She licked my nipple, then said, “You’re right, Julie, we don’t need a man, ‘cause we have a mommy who loves us and we have each other and that’s all we need…”

She pushed a hand below the covers, obviously beginning to masturbate as she licked my erect nipple again. I giggled, but turned to my mom and asked, “So, um, what happened with Paula, anyway? Why didn’t she come here?”

My mother evidently decided not to correct my use of the first name this time. As she watched Dana licking my small breast and rubbing herself, she started masturbating as well. But she answered my question. “Well, she had way too much to drink. She certainly couldn’t drive, could barely walk, so we just took her home. She’ll come and get her car tomorrow, I suppose.”

After she said that, Mommy leaned down and began licking my other breast. A hand slid beneath the sheets and onto my thigh, then between my legs. I had two women, my mom and my ‘big sister’, making love to me. It was awesome.

We fucked for a half hour or so, not really that long because it was awfully late. But Dana got the orgasms she was craving, and Mommy and I each enjoyed a couple of our own. Then we fell asleep.

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