Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

The most amazing, sexually fulfilling experiences of my life (so far, at least) occurred when I was still a teenager, a sophomore in high school. I was hired as a private yoga teacher for a few young girls, and that assignment blossomed into something I never could have imagined.

I originally learned about yoga from an older woman named Gina. I started taking lessons from her when I was eleven years old and she was in her early forties. Within a few months, Gina seduced me and we began having sex every time I would go to her apartment for yoga instruction.

Over the next four years, she taught me a great deal about yoga — she was truly a wonderful instructor — and along the way she also taught me pretty much everything there is to know about making love to a woman, or to a girl.

Eventually Gina decided to move to another city, far away. She told me she had fallen in love with a woman closer to her own age whom she’d met online, and who happened to be wealthy, and she was going to live with her.

I begged Gina not to leave me, and we had a tearful farewell. She said she would never forget me and hoped we could stay in touch, although she encouraged me to look for romance — and sex — with a teen like myself instead of a grown woman.

Little did she or I know that within a few months I would become involved with someone very young, much younger than I was.

 

I moped around for weeks that fall after Gina moved away, unable to get myself really motivated about anything. Even when I celebrated my birthday, turning sixteen in November, I felt miserable, and Christmas wasn’t any better. Finally, my mother, who was aware I’d been close to Gina but had no idea just how close, made an effort to get me going again. She suggested to a friend of hers where she worked that I might be able to teach yoga to the woman’s daughter.

At first I wasn’t too enthused about this plan, but then, just after the holidays, my mother arranged for me to meet the woman, whose name was Kay, and her nine-year-old daughter, Addison.

Although I hadn’t yet come out to my mother or to anyone else either, I had decided during my years of hidden sex with Gina that my childhood hunches about being lesbian definitely were correct. I’d always been much more drawn to girls than boys. And when I met Kay, an attractive redhead with nice legs, I could tell right away that she knew I was gay, and it was certainly obvious to me that she was gay, or at least bisexual, from the way she was checking me out.

I didn’t really look like a lesbian then (whatever that means), nor do I now for that matter. At sixteen, I was slender and petite with a mop of curly red hair that I kept fairly short, and I almost always wore makeup — no foundation but just some eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara, and often lipstick, usually pink. I didn’t need rouge because my cheeks were naturally blushed, which went nicely with my pale, clear, lightly freckled complexion.

In any case, I liked the way it felt to have a woman attracted to me again, especially a sexy thirty-something woman like Kay. And I also liked the way Addison kept smiling at me. It gave me a warm feeling inside. So, I decided on the spot that taking this job might not be such a bad idea after all.

I’m sure my mother never realized that Kay’s enthusiasm about hiring me to instruct her daughter was probably motivated more by her sexual attraction to me than by whatever qualifications I had as a yoga teacher. However, I was a very good instructor, and I really enjoyed teaching the girls.

I say girls, plural, because it turned out that Kay’s child, Addison, was not my only student. Three other kids from their neighborhood also began attending my classes: ten-year-old Cherise, whose mother, Danielle, was a beautiful but reserved brunette, and two sisters, Heather, twelve, and Felicity, ten, whose mom was a cheerful, buxom, blue-eyed blonde named Donna.

This arrangement was just fine with me, since it meant I was now getting paid four times as much. Plus I found myself genuinely having a lot of fun with my young students… and before long, the lessons I was giving them would go well beyond yoga instruction.

 

Our classes were held at Donna’s house, since she was the only one of the mothers who was married, who stayed home during the day and didn’t go to work. We met twice a week, on Tuesdays and Thursdays after school, and I would instruct the four girls from 3:30 until 5:00. After that, Danielle and Kay would arrive to pick up their daughters and take them home.

As I said before, Kay had seemed sexually interested in me right from the first time I met her, and that impression didn’t change. Whenever she saw me, she gave me a tight squeeze and warmly kissed my cheek, and it was very clear to me that she would much rather have been kissing my mouth.

I would have liked that too because the woman definitely was appealing. She was an inch or two shorter than me, small but curvy, and had wavy red hair that cascaded over her shoulders, though her hair was somewhat darker than mine and her eyes were blue while mine were green. At thirty-two years old, Kay still had a nice figure along with a bubbly and infectious personality. I loved being around her.

Darling Addison, like her mother, was friendly, outgoing, and affectionate. She was constantly touching me, holding my hand or sitting on my lap every time she had the opportunity. I encouraged this and soon had to admit that I was feeling strong but forbidden desires for the adorable nine-year-old. The truth for me, back then and still today, is that I’ll get just as turned on by a cute little girl as by a grown woman, if not more. That’s just who and what I am.

Anyway, one Thursday afternoon, about a month into the lessons I’d been teaching, Kay invited me to come home with her and Addison and have dinner with them. I agreed, and after calling my mother to let her know my plans, I got in my beat-up old Toyota and followed Kay through the neighborhood until we reached their place. It was a neat townhouse, with a living room, kitchen, and dining area downstairs and two bedrooms upstairs.

After giving me a quick tour, then kicking off her shoes and leaving herself barefoot, Kay said, “Addison, honey, you take Britt up to to your room and show her your toys while I get dinner ready for us, okay?”

“But wait,” I objected, “can’t I help you in the kitchen? I’d be glad to do anything you need, like, uh, set the table or something.”

“Oh, no, don’t you worry about that. It won’t take me long at all. And Addison will have so much fun playing with you. Just go on.”

So I agreed, and allowed the eager child to lead me by the hand to her room.

Once we were up there, Addison seemed more interested in showing me her drawings than her toys. She had dozens of colored pencil sketches of girls, teenagers and younger, mostly wearing short skirts and smiling flirtatiously.

“Did you really do these?” I asked her. I was surprised at how good they were artistically, and somewhat taken aback by how overtly erotic some of them seemed to be.

“Uh-huh, do you like ‘em?”

“Yes, I do, very much.”

I sorted slowly through the drawings, admiring how skilled she already was at capturing proportion, creating realistic skin tones and shading, and at forming expressions. I’d taken art classes and done some drawing myself, but she was much better at it than I ever would be. And I quickly felt myself becoming aroused, partly from looking at the sexy pictures Addison had drawn, but also from the enjoyment of having this sweet thing cuddling close to me.

“Which one do you think is the prettiest?” she asked.

“Well, um, I don’t know…”

That was not entirely true, because I’d immediately been attracted to a drawing of a lithe young blonde, maybe twelve or thirteen, wearing a very short dress and bending over to pick some flowers.

“Which is your favorite?” I asked.

Addison found one of a slim redhead in a tiny two-piece bathing suit. “I like this one best.”

“Really? Why?”

“Don’t you recognize her?”

“Well…” Could it be me in the drawing? Could this little girl really have drawn such a sexy picture of me?

“It’s you! Do you like it?”

“Um, yes, yes, it’s very nice. But you’ve never seen me dressed like that. How did you know what I would look like?”

As I was saying this, it occurred to me that although Addison hadn’t yet seen me in a bikini, I usually wore gym shorts and a leotard for our yoga classes, so it’s not as if I’d hidden my figure from her or the other girls.

Just then, Kay stuck her head in the door. “How are you two getting along in here?”

“Fine,” answered Addison. “I’m showing her my drawings.”

Kay stepped into the room and I stood up, embarrassed in some hard-to-define way. I suddenly felt as if I’d committed a violation of some kind by looking at these arousing sketches with a little girl, even if she had been the one to create them.

“That’s nice,” said Kay. She sat down on Addison’s bed, right where I’d been sitting. “I love your drawings, honey. Do you like them, Britt?”

“Um, y-yes,” I stammered. “She’s, I mean, they’re very good.”

“I know, I think she’s really got talent.” Kay hugged her daughter and kissed her on top of the head.

Then she stood up, putting her hands on her hips, and said, “Okay, our dinner’s in the oven, baking. It’ll be done in another twenty minutes or so. I’m going to take a quick shower before we eat, all right?”

“Okay, Mommy,” answered Addison.

“Britt, will you help me with this dumb zipper? I can never get it.” Kay stood with her back to me, waiting.

“Uh, okay.” I found the small clasp on the back of her dress and undid it, then pulled the zipper down.

Kay shrugged the dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, then turned around and picked it up. She was wearing a matching red bra and panty set and nothing else.

“Mommy, you look pretty!”

“Thank you, honey.” She leaned over and gave her daughter a quick kiss on the lips, then left the room, pulling the door mostly closed.

I was still standing. Addison looked up at me.

“Do you think my mom is pretty?”

“Um, yes, sure.” I felt my cheeks flush even redder than they usually were. “She’s very pretty.”

“I think you’re pretty too. Are you wearing any panties?”

“What??”

“I like my mommy’s red panties. But since you have on a leotard, you’re probably not wearing any panties, are you?”

“Um… no…”

“I have some red panties, too. You wanna see ‘em?”

Before I could give an answer, Addison bounced off the bed and over to her closet, where she pulled out a wire drawer full of little girl’s undies and rummaged through them until she found a bright red pair of bikini panties. Without saying anything else, she pulled off her tennis shoes and unzipped her jeans, then started to push them down over her narrow hips. The panties she had on were white.

“Wait — what are you doing?”

“I want to try on my red panties for you!”

Addison pulled off the panties she was wearing and then came to stand in front of me. “Sit down,” she said, as she took my hand and guided me to sit on her bed. “Look, aren’t they nice?”

She was still wearing a t-shirt and was completely flat with no breasts yet, but that wasn’t what I was looking at. As she held the red bikini panties in front of her to show them to me, all I had to do was lower my eyes a fraction to stare at her naked crotch. Her tiny pouting pussy lips, without a hint of pubic hair to hide them, were right there in front of me. Addison’s pale skin was smooth and flawless. I wanted to grab her, kiss her, put my hand between her legs, and slide my finger inside her little girl cunt.

“You like these?”

I nodded, unable to speak. I could feel perspiration beading on my upper lip, and I knew my own pussy was dripping wet.

Addison smiled. “Do you like looking at me?”

“What — what do you mean?”

“My mommy likes to look at me naked. Sometimes she takes off all my clothes and looks at me.”

I didn’t know what to say.

“Do you want to see me naked?”

Again, before I could answer, she pulled her shirt up and off, over her head. I stared at her smooth flat chest with pink nipples. She smiled at me, then plopped down on my lap, putting her arms around me and squeezing me. “Ooh, Britt, you’re my best friend!”

“But — ”

She kissed me over and over again on the cheek, her little lips smacking. “Do you like me too?”

“Of—of course I do, honey, but — ”

“Can I see your boobies?” She squeezed my breasts. Her small hands felt warm through my thin leotard and I felt myself go limp as my nipples protruded into her palms.

“No, I…”

“Then will you kiss me?” She pushed me back on the bed and put her mouth over mine. Her kiss was immature, but what she lacked in expertise she more than made up for with enthusiasm. In spite of all my reservations I gave in, wrapping my arms around her naked body and pulling her close, shoving my tongue into her sweet mouth.

Then I heard a knock on the door, which was slightly ajar. “Girls, dinner’s almost ready! Come on downstairs.”

I was petrified. What if Kay found me this way with her daughter? I pushed the child off me and sprang to my feet.

Addison was giggling. “Don’t worry. Mommy won’t be mad.”

I wasn’t so sure about that. I looked in the mirror on her dresser and tried to straighten my hair, hoping I would look normal at the dinner table.

“Come on, hurry, put your clothes on,” I whispered.

“Okay, okay, don’t sweat it.”

She made a show of bending over and picking up her red bikini panties from the floor, then spreading her legs wide apart as she slowly pulled them on. I tried not to look at the slit between her legs but was unable to resist. Addison noticed me looking and smiled. Then she found a pair of shorts and a different t-shirt and we left the room.

 

As we sat down to dinner, I felt completely unsure of myself. There was no doubt I was strongly attracted to this little girl, but to have her seducing me was totally unexpected. I tried to take part in the conversation and concentrate on enjoying the meal, but my mind was elsewhere.

When we finished, I offered to help Kay with the dishes, but she wouldn’t hear of it. Instead, she said she wanted to talk with me some more before I drove home.

“Addison, say goodnight to Britt and then go on and get ready for bed. I’ll come up in a few minutes and tuck you in.”

“Okay, Mommy.” The little girl gave me a big hug and kissed me three times on the cheek before heading for her room.

Kay reached out and took my hand as she watched her daughter trotting up the stairs. After Addison had closed her bedroom door, Kay said, “She really likes you, Britt. I’m glad you’re so close.”

I tried to smile. “Thank you. But, um, I guess I should go.”

“Okay.” She shifted her chair closer to mine. “Before you do, though, there’s something we need to talk about.”

My heart pounded and I felt heat rising in my cheeks. Did she know?

“Britt, I saw you kissing my daughter. She was naked and you were holding her in your arms.”

I burst into tears, covering my face. “I’m sorry! Please don’t get mad at me! I’ve never done anything wrong before!”

“Honey, honey, it’s all right. Stop your crying. It’s just fine, I don’t mind at all.”

I sniffed, “You don’t?”

Kay got up and placed her hands on the arms of my chair, looking down at me. “Addison is a beautiful, sexy little girl,” she said in a quiet voice. “Of course, you’re attracted to her. Who wouldn’t be?”

“But… really?”

“I — if I wasn’t her mother, I’d — well, that’s the point. Because I’m her mother, I can’t do all the things I’d like to do, but you can. And I’m giving you permission. Just as long as you let me watch.”

“What??”

“You can kiss my daughter and take off her clothes and touch her and let her touch you. Anything. Anything you want. I won’t object. In fact, I want you to do it. The more the better. But I want to watch.”

“You — you want to watch?”

“That’s right, sweetie.” She put her hand on my cheek, then leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips. “I want to watch you make love with my little girl.”

“But, I mean, it’s late. I have to get home. I have school tomorrow.”

“I know that, honey,” Kay chuckled, shaking her head in amusement. Then she stood and pulled me to my feet. “But this weekend, if you want to, you can come over again. You can stay here Saturday night, all night long, and do anything you want with her, while I watch.”

My head was spinning. “I — I really have to go.”

I walked away from her, grabbing my backpack, and headed for the front door. I opened the door, then stopped. Kay came up behind me, but didn’t say anything.

“Th-thank you for a nice dinner.”

“You’re very welcome, Britt. I hope you’ll come and see us again soon.”

 

When I got home, I immediately told my mother that I didn’t want to continue with the yoga lessons.

“But why?” she inquired. “You like it and you’re making lots of money to save for college.”

“No, I — I don’t really — it’s not that much fun.”

“Oh, come on, I don’t believe that. You just told me the other day how much you were enjoying it. What happened?”

“Um… well, it’s, it’s nothing. It’ll be okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m — it’s fine. I’m going to bed. Goodnight, Mom.”

I did go to bed, or at least I got into bed, but I sure didn’t fall asleep right away. I tossed and turned for at least an hour, going over and over everything that had happened that night.

At last, almost in desperation, I began to masturbate, remembering Addison’s sexy naked body and then imagining myself touching her while Kay watched us… until I exploded into a thunderous orgasm. After that, I finally drifted off.

That was on a Thursday night, and on the next night and the next I repeated the same thing. I lay in my bed and recalled the strange, almost unbelievable conversation I’d had with Kay about making love with her little girl, and I replayed how it felt to kiss Addison while she was on top of me, nude, and as I thought of all this, I made myself come again and again.

I masturbated to more orgasms that weekend than I had in any two or three day period in my life. And by the time Monday arrived, I had made up my mind.

 

“Hello?”

“Hi, uh — this is Britt.”

“Oh, hi, Britt! How are you?”

“I’m fine. But I, I’m sorry I didn’t call you or, or see you this weekend.”

“That’s okay.”

“It’s just that I, you know, I had a lot to think about.”

“Of course you did.”

“And, well, I think, I mean, I want to go ahead with what we talked about. I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I really am. So, when do you want to…”

“Well, how about this. Why don’t you come over here Saturday afternoon, say, at about three, for a special lesson with Addison.”

“Three o’clock? Um, okay.”

“Perfect. And I guess I’ll see you on Tuesday and on Thursday at Donna’s when I pick up Addison?”

“Right.”

“That’s great, sweetie. Thanks for calling.”

“Okay, well, bye.”

“Bye.”

 

I was uneasy at our Tuesday class, afraid that Addison might say or do something to give away what had happened between the two of us the previous week. But she was fine, acting the same as she always did.

And by Thursday, I was not only feeling more confident, but getting bolder, enjoying the opportunities I had to touch Addison during the lesson — and the other three girls as well, taking advantage of every chance I had to feel their tight young bodies under my hands. I touched all four of them more that day than I had in any of our previous classes, and they each seemed to like it just as much as I did.

Then came Saturday. I told my mom I was driving over to give Addison a private yoga lesson and that they had invited me to have dinner with them that night, so I might not be home until late.

As I walked up to their front door, I was feeling nervous but also very excited. Except once I got inside, I received a surprise.

It wasn’t only Addison who was there, but Cherise too, the gorgeous little ten-year-old, along with her mother, Danielle. The two girls ran up and hugged me, squealing my name. Finally, Kay shooed them away, sending them upstairs to Addison’s bedroom.

Kay handed me a glass of white wine, which I rarely drank but liked, and then she and Danielle led me into the living room. They both had wine as well. The two of them sat next to each other on the couch, and I took an armchair.

“You look very nice,” said Kay.

“Yes, very nice,” echoed Danielle.

“Thank you.”

While I appreciated their compliments, I didn’t think I looked much different than usual. I’d considered getting dressed up in a sexy outfit or something, but in the end decided just to go with my standard jeans and a sweater. Underneath, however, I’d made sure to put on my newest matching bra and panty set.

“So, are you ready to get started?” Kay asked.

“Well, I…” I frowned, unsure about all this. What was Danielle doing there, I wondered, and Cherise?

“Don’t worry it’s all right,” Kay continued. “I’ve told Danielle about our little agreement, and she’s as excited about it as I am. We both want to watch you do things with our daughters.”

“Um… really??”

“Uh-huh, really.” Kay took Danielle’s hand in hers and lifted it to her lips, kissing her palm. I had the sudden realization that the two of them were lesbian lovers.

Again, I was speechless. I swallowed and slowly shook my head, feeling dazed.

“Oh, please don’t say no.” Danielle looked sad, pursing her lips in a childlike pout. She set her wine glass down, then stood and came over to me. The tall, slim brunette was in a sleeveless top and a short skirt. Her long tanned legs gleamed.

Danielle knelt in front of me with one knee raised, giving me a clear view of white panties. She took my hands in hers. “I’m really sorry to spring this on you. But when Kay told me what you were planning, I just had to be part of it. You don’t mind, do you?”

I could smell her perfume. Her hands were warm. “Well, I…”

“I realize we don’t know each other very well, Britt, and that’s my fault. I can be kind of shy. But I like you, a lot, and I know Cherise is just crazy about you. Please do this. Please say you will.”

I could hardly believe it. These two women were begging me to have lesbian sex with their underage daughters! It seemed like a dream and yet it was actually happening.

“I … well … yes!”

Danielle grabbed my face in her hands and kissed me on the mouth. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, Britt!”

Kay jumped up, clapping her hands like a kid at a birthday party. “Ooh, I can’t wait! This will be so much fun!”

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