Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Purple Les

I woke up at five in the morning on Saturday ’cause I had to pee so bad. I went downstairs to the bathroom. When I came out I saw Mom at the kitchen table.

When I asked her why she was up so early she told me she had a busy day with Aunt Billie today. I asked her if we were going to have sex all day. Mom smiled and said that would be great, but that was not why they would be busy. She was already dressed.

“I’m going to the market early today, Angel.”

I asked if I could come too, and she told me to throw some clothes on, and that she would buy me breakfast.

We ate at the diner near the market. I had chocolate chip pancakes, hash-browns, orange juice, and scrambled eggs. Mom watched me eat while she had coffee. Then we walked to the market. We saw Mr. Tran and talked to him some, but he was pretty busy getting food for the restaurant.

“Carol, it is so nice of you to let the girls stay over today, we will have our hands full, thank you so much.”

I asked Mom what that was all about as we moved on.

“Listen, Katy, I have a sitter for you today.”

“Aw, Mom! I’m not a baby! Is Mary coming over? We can watch each other. You’ve left me home alone before.”

A whole lot of dirty sexy thoughts ran through my head, of things me and Mary could do without someone around. It made me tingle down there.

“I’ll be gone until this evening, that’s a lot different than leaving you for an hour or so. Your sitter came highly recommend to me. Mr. and Mrs. Tran have a wedding reception at the restaurant today, and the sitter is watching Mary and Lucy later this morning, too. I want you to be on your best behavior today, understand?”

“Yes. Can I go to the sheriff’s while you finish shopping?”

“Okay, if you put these bags in the truck on your way over there.”

I took the bags and put them in the pickup truck and then walked over to the sheriff’s office. I went inside and saw Sheriff Johnson.

“Howdy, Katy,” he said to me, “I’d like you to meet my deputy.”

“You have a deputy? Since when?”

“Since the state decided I needed one to help with the border patrol. Sandie! Come out here, please, and meet a citizen.”

A short, dark-skinned, dark-haired woman came out in a full police uniform. She was really pretty, and I liked her butt, her boobs were small though.

“Katy, this is Officer Sandra Sanchez. Sandie, this is Katy Watson, she’s a real crackerjack girl.”

Sheriff Johnson always called something or someone he really liked ‘crackerjack’. It made me feel good inside that he thought I was ‘crackerjack’.

“Nice to meet you, Katy,” said Officer Sanchez, and she shook my hand.

“Sandie, you take a walk around the market, and I’ll spell you in an hour or so,” said the sheriff.

“Okay, Chief,” Officer Sanchez said, and she put on her coat and hat and left. I liked her smile, and dark brown eyes.

I talked with the sheriff and watched TV. Ten minutes later Officer Sanchez was back and she had a man in handcuffs.

“Drunk and disorderly, Chief,” she said.

I saw it was Jason Links’ dad; he got drunk every weekend. He was a big man, almost as big as the sheriff. I was surprised officer Sanchez could bring him in alone.

The sheriff said, “Dang it, Links, you do your wife and kids no honor at all. Sanchez, put him in a cell and let him sleep it off. I’ll go patrol for awhile now, while you do a report on this.”

The sheriff left, and I asked Officer Sanchez how she brought Mr Links in. He always made a big fuss, and would start a fight.

“It’s no big deal, Katy, I was a marine for eight years. This is a walk in the park for me.”

Mom came in to pick me up, and I introduced her to Officer Sanchez. Just like grownups, they were like, “Oh nice to meet ya, call me Carol. Call me Sandie, blah, blah, blah.”

Then I was in the truck with Mom heading home. I asked Mom where her and Aunt Billie would be all day. I got a long silence. So I asked again. This time the subject was quickly changed to my grades at school, and why didn’t I study harder. So I didn’t ask anymore, afraid it would bring on a lecture about how I was wrecking the planet or something.

Then we were in the driveway. Mom turned the truck off, it always made me laugh the way she turned the motor off, but it kept running for a minute anyway. We got out. I handed her the groceries at the door and then came in the house. Mom put the food away and we heard the doorbell.

Aunt Billie was here. Her and Mom were talking while I watched TV. Mom would walk around the house looking in her purse, saying, “Okay, I have everything.” Then she would look at me and say “Be a good girl, Katy,” then look in her purse, and say “I have everything,” again and tell me to “Be a good girl,” again.

Mom must have done that over and over, for five minutes or more.

I asked Aunt Billie where they were going all day.

Her answer was, “It’s none of your business, Snoopy.”

The doorbell rang again. Aunt Billie got the door. I heard talking, then Mom came in the living room.

“Katy, this is Pam, she’ll be staying with you today.”

I didn’t look up from the TV.

“Yeah, okay, Mom.”

“Kathleen Anne! Come over here and meet her.”

I got off the couch, and walked over to her. I couldn’t believe this was the girl Mom was going to trust not only my life to, but Mary and Lucy besides.

The girl was skinny with cute little boobies. I could tell they were cute because she had on a tight purple sweatshirt. Her jeans were tight also and ripped at the knees and on her thigh too, on one side. She was a head taller than me, and looked sort of mean.

She had on purple lipstick, and her finger nails were purple too. She had shoulder length blonde hair, it was almost white, except the bottom of her hair, and half way up was, yeah, you guessed it, purple.

She had taken her boots off and her heavy socks were also purple. She had four purple peace symbol earrings, two on each earlobe. I bet if she could have, her eyes would be purple instead of blue.

Mom started walking around the house again, looking in her purse and saying “I have everything.”

Aunt Billie handed Pam a sheet of paper.

She said, “This is a list of what Katy should do, the numbers you can reach me at are at the bottom, along with the sheriff’s office, poison control, fire department, and the hospital.”

I thought Mom and Aunt Billie must have figured me and Pam would spend the day trying to kill each other.

Mom had her coat and boots on.

She said to Pam, “Thank you so much,” and to me she said, “Be a good girl, Katy. Do whatever Pam tells you.”

Mom kissed my forehead, hugged me hard, and said, “I love you, Angel. Be a good girl. Do what Pam tells you. Bye, see you tonight.”

She looked like she was going to cry. Then she said, “I’ll be in the car, Billie.” and went outside.

Aunt Billie said, “Bye,” to Pam, then she came over to me and kissed me on the mouth. Aunt Billie put her hands on my shoulders, looked me in the eyes, and said, “Be a good girl, Katy.”

Then I heard Aunt Billie’s car doors slam, the motor started and they were gone.

“I’m going to lay on the couch and watch TV for a while, Pam, I was up early.”

She said that was fine with her. She had a ton of homework to do.

I fell asleep. When I woke up it was 8:30, still early in the morning for me on a Saturday. I went in the kitchen and stared at Pam.

She looked up at me from her books that were spread all over the kitchen table. She picked up the list and looked at it.

“Okay, Katy, says here you need to sweep the floors and clean the bathroom. Get to it.”

When I finished I went back and stared at her some more till she picked up the list again without even looking at me.

“Now take a shower or bath, and put on clean clothes.” She looked up at me now. “Do you need help washing or dressing?”

I rolled my eyes at her and sighed. “I’m nine years old! Not some baby. I can do all that by myself.”

“Well then, get to it. You look younger than nine.”

I told her when my birthday was and she laughed and said, “So, you’re just nine, still a little squirt. If you need help, yell out to me, now get.”

I stuck my tongue out at her to show her I wasn’t a kid. Then I went to the bathroom. I decided to take a bubble bath. After that I went up to my room and put on clean jeans, and underwear, and a fresh checkered flannel shirt. Then I went to the kitchen to stare at Pam some more. She ignored me.

“So, nothing else on the list?”

“You’re supposed to finish your homework now.”

I got my books and sat across the table from her.

“So you like purple, I guess?” not feeling much like starting my homework.

“If you really want to know, it’s how I try to bring peace to the world.”

“Purple’s the color for death. Are you going to make the world peaceful by killing everyone?”

She put her hand over her mouth, but not before I saw her smile. “What I mean, Katy, is that people are so polarized. You know, red states, blue states. You mix red and blue together you get purple. It’s my way of saying something about unity. Besides, I like purple, and I still miss Prince.”

“Where did you find purple hair dye?”

“It’s beet juice. You put it in a bowl and then put the end of your hair in it. It went up farther than I thought it would.”

I did my homework and when I finished I stared at her some more. She looked over at me.

“Okay, Katy. So I look a little weird to you. Stop staring at me.”

“It’s not that, Pam. You look familiar to me.”

“Look, squirt, I’m thirteen. I’m in junior high school. You don’t know me.”

It was when she called me squirt again that it came to me.

“Hey, Pam. I think it was last year. You and two of your friends rubbed off in the girls’ room, and I did it with you, remember?”

She looked over at me with her mouth open. I could see she did remember.

She said, “Listen, kid, I hope we didn’t traumatize you or anything?”

“No. To be honest with you, it was the coolest thing that had ever happened to me up till then. I mean, seeing you guys rubbing your pussies, and doing it with you. It was so cool. I used to think about it all the time when I rubbed off.”

“Well, I’m glad you were okay with it. I felt a little guilty doing it with a little kid like you, but I’ll be honest too. It was really cool for me too. I’d never seen a kid doing anything like that. I thought it was hot.”

We smiled at each other.

“Um, now I’m sort of thinking, Pam. Maybe we could do that again. You know watch each other rub off. Or, you know, other stuff maybe. Can we?”

She narrowed her eyes at me, “What do you mean, ‘other stuff’?”

“You know, like, maybe kiss, or get naked and lick each other. That kind of stuff. Don’t you do that with your friends?”

“You mean go down on each other? No, I don’t do that with my friends. The only thing I’ve ever done with them is rub off. I think it would be gross to lick their hairy pussies. Though I have to admit, when I saw your clean little bare pussy that time, I did think about kissing it. You … you’ve done stuff like that for real? Or you just talking big?”

“Honest, I’ve done it for real.”

“With who?”

“My cousin, she’s sixteen. And with a friend too.”

“You liked doing it?”

I couldn’t help but smile at her when I said, “I love doing it with girls I really like. I think I like you, Pam.”

I watched her face get all red. I got up and walked around the table to her. I felt all funny inside, big butterflies in my tummy. I put my hand on her shoulder.

“I’m supposed to do whatever you tell me to. I guess if you told me to kiss you, or get naked for you, or lick your pussy, I’d have to do it, wouldn’t I?”

“Uh, would you get me some water, please? My throat feels all dry suddenly.”

I got her a glass of water and put it on the table by her. She picked it up with two shaky hands and drank it.

“Listen, kid, I’m supposed to be taking care of you, not molesting you. I mean, that’s a hot offer, but we’d better not, okay?”

“Well, I think it’d be fun. You wouldn’t be molesting me. We’d just be fooling around. No one will ever know except us. Besides, it’s not like we haven’t seen each other rub off before.”

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to maybe just kiss a little bit. You really kiss? I mean, sexy like? I haven’t ever really kissed anyone, sexy like. This is too weird, Katy. You’re just a kid and I’m a teen, we shouldn’t.”

Sitting there, Pam was a little lower than me standing next to her. I moved a little bit in front of her, put my hands on her shoulders, and slowly moved my face down towards hers. I pressed my lips against hers for a moment and pulled back. I licked my lips.

“You taste like grapes,” I told her.

I couldn’t believe she giggled, “It’s my lipstick, squirt. It’s grape flavored. You like it?”

“Maybe, can I taste it again?”

Pam gave me a nice smile and said,“Sure, if you’d like to.”

I put my lips to hers again, longer this time.

“Um, I think I like it, let me taste it better.”

I sat down on her lap. Now I was looking up at her a little, she moved her face down toward me now, and we kissed again.

I opened my mouth a little, and moved my tongue against her lips and she pulled back.

“I just wanted a better taste, Pam, it’s okay.”

She moved her head back down and this time she opened her mouth a little, too.

I stuck my tongue in her mouth and moved it around. Then I sucked her tongue into my mouth and she started to move it around in my mouth.

While we kissed, I started to feel her boobies a little bit, her nipples got stiff, and she put her hand on my thigh, and moved it up and down. She did that till her hand came against my crotch. Then she broke the kiss.

“Wow, that’s hot, Katy. Maybe we better stop now.”

“Please, Pam, just a little bit more, okay?”

She sighed and said, “Okay, just a little bit more.”

We kissed for a long time.

This time when we stopped she said,“You’re serious, aren’t you? I mean, if I told you to undress, you’d really do it, wouldn’t you?”

“I sure would. Honest. You want me to?”

“We’d better not. We really better stop now.”

We looked at each other, and then we were kissing again. We got a little braver about feeling each other up, too.

When we broke the kiss again, I said, “Want me to strip for you, Pam? Or if you want to, take my clothes off me, that’s okay too. We can watch each other rub off. Or we could rub each other off. I’ll lick your pussy if you want. I’d like to. ‘Course you’d have to let me see it to do that.”

She started kissing me again.

We both jumped out of our skin when the doorbell rang.

Pam went, “Whew, saved by the bell! Please answer the door, Katy.”

Then she went to the kitchen sink and splashed cold water on her face.

It was Mary and Lucy with their mom, Mrs. Tran, at the door. They came in and Mary and Lucy took off their coats and boots while Mrs. Tran talked with Pam and introduced the girls to her. Then she was gone too.

I remembered how I’d been naked, and had sex with Mrs. Tran, Lucy, Aunt Billie, and my Mom, and I felt even more horny than I had already been. I felt sad I had to keep that a secret from Mary. I felt better knowing it wouldn’t always be like that though.

Pam said, “Okay, you girls, watch TV or play or something for awhile. I have to finish this homework. Then I’ll make us some lunch.”

I went with Mary and Lucy to the living room and started to flip through the channels on the TV. Lucy wandered back in to the kitchen.

Mary said to me, “Hey, Katy, maybe we can sneak up to your room later, and make out.”

Then she kissed me on the mouth, and I hugged her.

We heard Lucy talking in the kitchen.

“I’m five years old, Pam. Mary is ten. We share the same bedroom. I can ride a bike.”

Then it was quiet for a moment, then we heard Lucy giggling.

“This is my poochie, Pam. Me and Mary see each other’s poochies all the time.”

Me and Mary walked into the kitchen.

Lucy was standing on a kitchen chair. She had her pants and panties down around her ankles. She had her shirts up around her armpits. Then she turned on the chair so her back was to Pam.

“This is my behind,” which she started to shake back and forth from side to side, still giggling.

Pam’s mouth was wide open. “Hey, Mary! Can you get your little sister to pull her pants up, please? And see if you can get her to stop pulling them down.”

“The only way she won’t pull them down, is if she doesn’t have them on,” Mary said as she laughed. Then Mary put Lucy’s clothes back in place and lifted her off the chair.

“Come on, Lucy, watch TV with us. Your stories are on now.”

Actually, my stories were on, and we watched old black and white westerns. We mostly talked till some action on TV caught our attention. Mary asked if I minded letting Siobhan hang with us at school. I told her I was okay with it. That I liked her, even if she talked like a college professor or something. It was noon now. I went in the kitchen, washed my hands real good and made peanut-butter and jelly sandwiches for all of us. We all sat around the kitchen table eating and talking and then Mary helped me clean up the kitchen.

Pam said, “Just give me an hour or so to finish my homework, and I’ll keep you guys company, we can play a game or watch a movie or something.”

Now Lucy’s stories were really on. I groaned as Mary put on the PBS channel for her little sister. Lucy was on the floor watching the TV. Mary was on the couch next to me, and she started to kiss me with her sticky peanut butter lips. Our tongues were all over each other’s mouth, and I was getting super horny. We heard the closing song from the show, and I groaned again.

As the second chorus started Mary giggled and put her mouth near my ear and softly began to sing along, even using a little British accent like the kids who sang the song on the TV. Except she changed some of the words.

She went, “They’re two, they’re four, they’re six, they’re eight, let’s get naked, and masturbate. Rubbing off, sure feels great, with Mary and her friends….”

Then she moved her head away and sang very loudly, “… With Mary and her friendsssss!”

Lucy turned quickly and said very loudly, “No, no, no! It’s Thomas and his friends, not Mary.”

Mary laughed and said to her sister, “Well, I get naked with my friends, isn’t that more fun than what Thomas does with his friends?”

Then Mary grabbed the bottom of my shirts and pulled them off over my head. Now I was suddenly sitting there topless.

Lucy laughed and clapped her hands.

“Come on, Lucy! Help me get the rest of Katy’s clothes off.”

Mary was now behind me, her arms holding my arms behind me. Lucy jumped on the couch and undid my jeans. I struggled, but not very hard. The next thing I knew Lucy had my pants and panties pulled off and my socks too. I was bare naked.

Lucy started a sing song of “Katy’s naked,” and then loudly announced, “We see your poochie, Katy!”

I was sure Pam must have been able to hear, but she didn’t say anything, and she didn’t come in to see what was happening.

Then Mary stood up and shucked her clothes off. I couldn’t believe she’d just got naked like that, but she had. I hadn’t seen her naked since New Year’s. All she had on was her glasses. She ran a finger up and down her shiny slit, and then put it in her mouth. Then she took her wet finger and rubbed her nipples making them all stiff and shiny.

She said, “Now I’m gonna fuck you, Katy. You’re my wife, and I’m gonna fuck you.”

I thought she had gone crazy, she knew Pam was right in the kitchen, but she was acting like we were there alone. She got back on the couch, pushed my knees up to my shoulders and lay on top of me. She moved so her clit was right against mine. It sent shock waves through both of us. I don’t know if she had practiced with Lucy or just got lucky, but she really knew how to rub our clits together.

“You better stop, Mary. What if Pam comes in and sees us?”

Her answer was sort of like Sammie’s answer to me once when I asked her something similar.

“So what, if she does? I think I’d maybe like that.”

“Yeah, but.…”

Then everything felt so good, I didn’t care if the six o’clock news team suddenly came in and filmed us to show the whole world.

“I’m fucking you, Katy. Do you like it?”

I reached down and grabbed her butt cheeks and squeezed them hard, trying to guide her on me.

“Yeah! Yeah! I like it! Fuck me, Mary.”

It was so weird, saying “fuck”. Having Mary rub her clit against mine. Being naked with her while her little sister watched us. Pam, the baby sitter, just in the other room, maybe about to walk in on us any second.

I had a come. The best part was Mary was still fucking me and I knew I would have another come in a moment, a real big one. I had got used to having a come and then one right after, that was even better than the first one.

We were kissing, and she would move her clit off mine then back on again. I broke the kiss, and squeezed her ass real hard with my hands and fingers. I looked up at the ceiling, but my eyes were closed tight.

“Fuck me, Mary! I’m coming!”

I heard Mary’s voice, “Yeah, me too!”

Mary was me, and I was Mary. We had gone inside each other somehow, and could feel each other’s pleasure. She was hot and heavy laying on me all of a sudden. My legs were now on top of the back of her legs. She had her head near my ear and was saying she loved me. I opened my eyes. My hands were moving up and down her back and I told her I loved her too.

I looked over and there was Lucy with her pants and panties pulled down rubbing her little girl pussy.

Standing near her was Pam. Her eyes were wide open, so was her mouth. Pam was looking back and forth between Mary, and me, and Lucy.

She said, “Holy shit! I can’t…. Oh, wow!”

Then she ran to the bathroom.

When Pam came back out she saw Mary on the floor, watching Mary’s now nude little sister sitting on my face.

Pam said, “I just.… Oh, my god … I.… No, holy shit!” and she ran back to the bathroom.

Pam came back again after awhile. This time Lucy was laying on top of me, resting. Mary was kneeling on the floor, kissing my ear, and rubbing her sister’s bare ass.

Pam stood looking at us.

“That was like … uh. This is the coolest thing I ever saw in my life. Uh, listen, Mary, your mom will be here to pick you up in a while. I need you guys to get dressed now, so she doesn’t know about this, okay.”

We did get dressed, but not right away.

Pam didn’t seem to mind looking at us bare naked.

Mary suggested Pam get naked too.

Pam said, “Listen, you guys. This never happened. Okay? You didn’t do this, and I didn’t see it.”

Pam watched us dress. We watched something on TV. It was about an hour later that Mrs. Tran picked up her daughters. She gave Pam a fifty dollar bill.

I asked if Mary could stay overnight. Mrs. Tran said no because my Mom wasn’t home to ask. Then they were gone.

It was getting dark, Pam heated some leftovers up for us and we ate in silence. After we cleaned up the kitchen she said we still had a lot of time before my Mom would be home.

“Do you want to watch a movie, or play a game, or something, Katy?”

I smiled at her, and said, “How about ‘or something’?”

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