Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

Oh darn!

Shortly after I got home the next morning, my mom delivered the bad news. She informed me that on the following Saturday I wouldn’t be able to have another yoga lesson with the girls (which is what she thought we were doing, ha-ha), because we’d be driving to Altoona, Pennsylvania, that weekend for an overnight visit with my grandparents on my mother’s side.

I really shouldn’t call it bad news, of course. I mean, I loved my grandma and grandpa and it would be nice seeing them, but darn! I wanted more sex with those kids!

Anyway, I called Kay later that day and told her what was up. She said it was just fine, no problem. I think she probably was disappointed, like I was, but if so she didn’t say it.

On Tuesday and Thursday we had our regular sessions after school, practicing yoga. I was tempted to do more than that with the girls then, but managed to restrain myself. A time and a place for everything, Britt.

Speaking of time, that two-week gap gave me ample opportunity to think about everything I’d done so far with the mothers and daughters, and to plan what I wanted to do next with them. I masturbated a lot with all these delicious erotic visions swirling around in my head. And somewhere along the way, I came up with a wonderful new idea.

  

“Guess what!”

It was Donna, calling my cell phone the Monday evening after my parents and I got back from Altoona.

“What?”

“You’ll never guess what Trevor just told me!” Trevor was her husband.

“What did he tell you?” I asked.

“He said he’s going on a fishing trip with his buddies this weekend. They’ll be gone Saturday night! I already called Kay and told her and you know what?”

“What?”

“I said we should have our next lesson — the next Saturday lesson, I mean, here, at my house. You guys can all stay over, okay?” She sounded ecstatic, like a kid in a candy store.

“Sure, that’ll be great.”

“I’ll make, um, I’ll make dinner and I’ll bake cookies. We’ll have so much fun!”

“Yeah, I’m sure we will.”

“Oops, sorry, I gotta go. Trevor’s calling me. We can talk about it more when I see you tomorrow afternoon.”

“All right, see you then. Bye.”

“Bye!”

  

It wasn’t easy but I managed to keep myself from masturbating on both Thursday and Friday night that week. I really wanted to make sure I was completely ready for all the exciting things we would do when the weekend came.

After lunch on Saturday, I took a long shower and shaved my legs, then carefully trimmed my red bush. I did my makeup and got out what I thought was my prettiest, sexiest dress. Daringly I decided not only to go braless, which wasn’t too unusual for me, but not to wear any panties either! I’d never done that before!

Before leaving my room I put on a long coat and buttoned it up. Although it was March and the weather was getting warmer, I didn’t want my mom to see the nice dress I was wearing (for a yoga lesson?) and ask me about it. Luckily I was able to say goodbye and quickly slip out the door without a problem.

When I pulled up in front of Donna’s house a few minutes before 3:00, I saw that Kay’s and Danielle’s cars were already parked in the driveway. Apparently I was the last to arrive.

And as soon as I stepped onto the porch, the front door suddenly flew open. “It’s Britt! It’s Britt!” All four girls rushed out to greet me, grabbing and squealing.

That was sort of funny because I’d seen them just two days earlier yet they were treating me as if I’d been away for weeks. I didn’t mind it a bit, of course. It made me feel loved and happy. And anyway, who wouldn’t want to have four cute young girls hanging on her?

Once we got inside, Donna took my coat and the moms all gushed about how pretty my dress was and how beautiful I looked. Then Donna said, “You want some cookies before we start? Fresh baked chocolate chips?”

“Yeah!” Addison was jumping up and down. “Cookies, cookies!”

Kay grinned, shaking her head in amusement. “They’ve been begging and begging, but we told ‘em they’d have to wait for the cookies until you got here.”

“Um, okay,” I shrugged. “Sure, we can do that first.”

I wasn’t feeling especially hungry, but I was especially horny, eager to try out that new idea I’d had. On the other hand, I knew how delicious Donna’s cookies were. And then something else occurred to me.

“And, could we also maybe have,” I began, “what was it called, um… a slippery nipple?”

Donna laughed out loud. “You mean a buttery nipple?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, blushing.

“Sure we can. A slippery nipple’s a different drink. It’s really good too, except I don’t have any Sambuca. But we can have buttery nipples.”

So we did. Our little group paraded into the kitchen where Kay prepared the drinks while Donna served the cookies. The kids started in munching right away, of course. Kay handed filled shot glasses to the other two moms and to me, then Donna proposed a toast.

“Here’s to nipples!” But she didn’t take a drink. Instead, to my surprise she reached inside the slinky wrap dress she was wearing and pulled out a tit!

I’d noticed earlier when I came in that Donna wasn’t wearing a bra. That was completely obvious with her large breasts swaying and her nipples poking through the thin fabric. In fact, the only one of us who had a bra on that day was Danielle, and she actually needed one the least.

Anyway, Donna pulled out her boob, then dipped a finger into her drink and rubbed some of the liquid onto her erect nipple.

“Felicity, honey,” she cooed, “you wanna lick Mommy’s buttery nipple?”

The little blonde nodded eagerly. “Uh-huh!”

As we watched the ten-year-old lick and suck her mother’s nipple, Heather said, “Me too, Mom? Please?”

“Of course, baby girl.”

I wondered for a moment if things might spin out of control then, exploding into a full-fledged lesbian orgy. Not that I would have complained, not at all! But that didn’t happen.

Donna went around to each of the girls, dipping a finger into her shot glass and coating her nipple with the creamy liquid, then letting them lick it off. When she was done, she tucked her boob back inside her dress. Her face was flushed and she was breathing hard, but pretty soon she settled down. We ate our cookies and finished the drinks, and then it was time for the real fun to begin.

“So, do you want to go upstairs to one of the bedrooms?” Donna asked me. “Or should we stay down here, maybe in the family room?”

“Well, I think upstairs is probably better. Um, do you have a big bed in your room?” I hadn’t seen Donna’s bedroom yet.

“Yeah, I do,” she nodded, grinning. “It’s king-size, like Kay’s. I’ll bet we can all fit on it, if we squeeze in nice and close.”

“Okay, that sounds good. Let’s go.”

Donna led the way and we followed her. Three women, four young girls, and a teenager trotted up the stairs, the kids giggling with anticipation. Although everyone was still dressed at this point, we soon would remedy that.

The master suite was even bigger than I expected it to be. Not only was there a large bedroom with a separate dressing and vanity area, but it had two adjoining bathrooms. These were ‘his’ and ‘hers’, apparently. And while I saw several framed photos of Heather and Felicity, along with a few of Donna as well, I noticed there were no pictures of Trevor, her husband. That was sort of interesting but I wasn’t going to spend too much time then thinking about what it meant.

“All right, first we’ll get in a circle,” I directed, “like we did last week at Kay’s. But instead of going by age, let’s have the moms and their girls together, side by side, okay? Now, everyone hold hands and let’s just look at each other for a minute.”

Our eyes went around the circle, taking in all the different sizes, ages, hair and eye color, body types…  

“Mom, turn toward your daughter. I want you to begin this exercise by slowly taking off her clothes, one piece at a time, looking very closely at her body as it is revealed.”

Donna had two kids, of course, so I’d positioned myself next to Felicity. I would remove her clothing while Donna did the same with Heather.

“Ladies, think about this… your child is growing up, her body is changing… in a year, or even in just a few months, she will look different than she does now. So take in her appearance. Study her closely so that you can always remember her as a little girl.”

“Mm, nice,” said Kay. “This is a good idea, Britt.”

“Once you have her top off,” I continued, “look at her chest. Does she have any breast buds yet? Little boobies? Look very carefully at them, and at her nipples…”

I was following my own instructions with Felicity, delighting in my examination of the child’s lovely chest. Ooh, yes, those tiny half-walnut buds I’d ogled so many times through her tight leotard during our yoga lessons, so tempting.

“And then, when you get down to her panties, peel them off as slowly as you can, studying every inch of skin as it comes into view. How much hair does she have? What color is it? Has your daughter’s labia begun to develop yet?”

I had no doubt this would excite the women. It certainly excited me! And I expected the girls would find it pleasurable as well. That was good. My aim was to heighten the level of arousal, making everyone’s pussies warm and juicy for what would come next.

Before that, however, we had to attend to the moms.

“Okay, kids, it’s your turn. Start taking off your mother’s clothing, but do it gradually, a bit at a time. Look at her womanly body… compare it to your own… notice the similarities, and the differences. Study her breasts and her nipples, and realize that as you grow up, as your body matures, you probably will look a lot like her.”

As I was giving direction, saying these words, Felicity was removing my clothes. Except I wasn’t wearing much: only a pair of low heels and that little dress I’d chosen. I had no bra and no panties, so I became naked rather quickly. Not that I minded. I loved having this pretty ten-year-old stare at my breasts and then examine my pubic hair and my labia. Which is what I was telling the other girls to do.

“When you take off your mother’s panties, if she’s wearing any, look very closely at her pussy. It’s quite a bit different from yours now, isn’t it? But someday you may end up looking a lot like her. When you think about it, it’s almost as though you are seeing yourself in the future. In fact, you and your mom are really not that different. In many ways, you are one person, united, blended.”

This also was leading toward the next step I had in mind. And now, with everyone nude, hopefully aroused in addition to feeling a sense of unity, it was time to move ahead.

“Let’s get up on the bed. We’ll be in pairs, on your knees, facing toward each other. Um, let’s put Addison with Heather, and Cherise with Felicity… that’s right, then Donna with Danielle, and I’ll be with Kay. Okay, is everybody set?”

I received nods all around. Their eyes were bright, their faces open, eager, willing to accept whatever I might tell them to do.

“We talked a minute ago about oneness,” I said, “and that’s what I want us to work on today. It’s a special meditation, a shared meditation where you join with the other person.”

During my years with Gina, she’d taught me something similar to this, so I wasn’t entirely making it up as I went along. I did have to adapt it for the group, though. Plus there was the extra challenge (a bonus!) of having family members involved. Simply delicious.

“Look into your partner’s eyes. Look very deeply. See her, become her, become one. Take a deep breath, slowly inhale… yes… then exhale. And again. Now close your eyes. Place your hands gently on her face. Feel her eyelids, her nose, her cheeks, her lips… feel her fingers on your face, and know that you are one… her fingers are your fingers, and your fingers are hers… you are not separate, but joined…”

I’d been worried some of this might come across as funny, especially to the little kids, prompting laughter or silly jokes. Fortunately, none of that happened. The room was quiet and still, but for the occasional sigh.

“Let your hands ease down, onto the shoulders, and then lower, onto the chest… feel her as she feels you, and know that you are one… her hands are yours, yours are hers… feel the nipples, touch them, play with them…”

I began to hear heavy breathing, moans of arousal. People were getting turned on, just like I was as I fondled Kay’s tits, squeezing her hard nipples, enjoying the touch of her warm hands on my breasts.

“Keep your eyes closed… and take one of your partner’s hands in yours. Join your fingers, letting two hands become one… while the other hand slides down a bit lower… onto the tummy, and then lower still, moving down, between the legs…”

It was difficult keeping my voice calm, steady, and under control as Kay’s fingers contacted my labia, but I managed.

“Touch her, caress her, gently massage… feel her doing the same with you, and know that you are not two, but one person… her body is yours, and your body is hers… feel the closeness, the oneness… now, finally, as you continue touching, caressing, sharing pleasure, let your mouths join together and make your bodies one.”

Kay kissed me, shoving her tongue in my mouth, and I couldn’t say anything else. But I didn’t need to, or want to. I was ready to surrender, giving in to all the wonderful sensations. After nearly three days of refraining from masturbation, going without an orgasm, I was on the edge right away.

I tried to hold off as long as I could, though, long enough to get Kay there too. And it worked. We kissed deeply and then — at the very moment when I knew I was gone, when I couldn’t possibly stop the climax from overtaking me — Kay groaned heavily, her body shuddering. And I came too, with her.

  

A few minutes later, we switched partners.

I wasn’t sure how many of the girls and women had reached orgasm when Kay and I did. Probably not everyone, or perhaps they all had. Either way, it didn’t really matter. It was the process that counted, the mutual touching and sharing of arousal. Climaxes were nice, certainly, but they weren’t the main goal.

For the second round, I placed kids with kids again and adults with adults (or a teen), swapping the pairs. This put Cherise with Addison, and Felicity with her big sister, Heather. Yummy! I had Donna now, while Kay was with Danielle.

We followed the same procedure as before, though I didn’t need to talk quite as much since everyone already knew what to do. And I didn’t come this time. It was a little too soon for me since the last one. But that was good, because I really wanted to listen as well as I could, trying to hear what might happen between the sisters. Would one or both of them have an orgasm, mutually masturbating?

It turned out I couldn’t tell. The room got too noisy. Donna, for one, climaxed loudly almost the instant that I touched her pussy. Danielle and Kay were really going at it too, and Addison was practically shrieking. It was obvious that she came, but I didn’t know about Heather or Felicity, or Cherise for that matter. I was tempted to open my eyes and take a quick peek, but decided not to. Remember, Britt, I told myself, it’s the process that’s important, the journey, not the destination.

After everyone had finished and I did open my eyes again, I saw that all four girls were red in the face, their foreheads and cheeks shiny with perspiration, lips gleaming with each other’s saliva. Quite a lovely sight.

And now for the next step, a big one.

“This has been really good so far,” I said. “You’re doing great. But as with everything else, the more practice you can get, the better. So let’s change partners again. Move around, and, um, we’ll have Kay with Cherise, and Danielle with Addison, all right? I’ll be with Felicity this time, and Donna, you’ll be with Heather.”

This was the moment of truth.

If Donna didn’t object to masturbating her daughter and having her daughter masturbate her, then it seemed likely that both Kay and Danielle would go along in the next round, the final round, when I planned to pair them with their own kids. And if the moms would do that, maybe I could get them to do even more. Probably not, but I figured it was worth a try anyway. I hadn’t given up hope.

Happily, Donna showed not a smidgen of resistance or reluctance. She parked herself in front of Heather, looking at me expectantly, awaiting permission to start. The woman was breathing hard, large chest rising and falling, nipples erect. As for Heather, her eyes were wide and filled with excitement, slender body quivering as she glanced back and forth between me and her mom.

The other women and girls appeared ready to go as well. I saw Kay actually lick her lips at the prospect of touching little Cherise. And I was just as eager to begin, since I was paired with Felicity!

We got under way, with me providing only a few words of guidance at each stage. I tried my best to take things a fairly even pace, though that was hard to maintain. The group seemed impatient with the early parts, touching the face and so on. They wanted to get to the good stuff.

Caressing Felicity’s tiny breast buds was a joy, but the biggest thrill for me came when I dropped my hand down between her legs, probing her hairless slit. The child was extremely wet, slick and slippery. My fingertip found the opening to her vagina, and I pressed it inside, slowly, tenderly, hearing her moan with pleasure.

There was no hymen. At some point in the past two weeks she must have broken it, probably when playing with herself. Or maybe doing things with some of the other girls, possibly even her sister?

As I thought about that — and as my finger slid deeper within her tight, hot vagina, and I felt Felicity’s fingers rubbing my swollen clit — an impending climax welled up from my center. I was going to come, very soon. But could I make Felicity come too, at the same time?

Yes!! In fact, she reached orgasm before I did. We were kissing when suddenly she screamed into my mouth, her body jerked, and I felt her little girl cunt clamp down on my penetrating finger.

That was it for me. I came hard, gasping and groaning.

On to Chapter 19!