Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

We managed to slow down without anyone coming, then sat back and took several deep breaths, focusing on a deeply conscious awareness of our physical sensations. Everyone in our group, three suburban moms and four young girls along with myself, a teenager, was still completely dressed — and we were all extremely turned on.

“Breathe,” I instructed, mixing in some meditation with masturbation, as I often enjoyed doing. “Breathe in, breathe out, and know that you are breathing. Taste the air as it fills your lungs. Close your eyes and feel your heart beating… that’s good, and now press in just a bit on your pussy. Can you feel your pulse there too? Feel the energy?”

I’d told them they should keep a hand between their legs, but on the outside of their panties. And I hadn’t closed my own eyes, so I watched as they all pressed their fingers in. My own panties were quite damp, I could feel that, yet it was nothing compared to how wet some of the others were, especially Donna and Danielle. Both women had been fucking themselves while we did our first edging exercise and their fingers were covered with goo, their underwear soaked.

“For the next round,” I said, “I want to try doing it two by two. Except we’ll be naked this time. Let’s start with Addison and Cherise. You girls stand up and take off each other’s clothes while we watch, okay?”

The fourth-graders giggled and grinned, but got to their feet and did a little show for us, slowly stripping off shoes and socks, tops and skirts, and finally undies, until they were nude. I saw Cherise glance toward the floor to ceiling windows, looking outside. I’d made no move yet to close the curtains and she may have been a bit shy, worried that the neighbors could see in. Addison, however, didn’t seem to care about that.

“Very nice,” I nodded. “You girls are both just lovely, so beautiful. You should be proud of how you look.”

The women agreed with me, offering murmurs of approval.

Cherise was tall for her age, and slim, with a slight trace of dark hair beginning to sprout on her mound. Although the child was still mostly flat, her nipples were swollen, forming little peaks on her chest. So perfect, so tempting. I felt my pussy tingling with illicit desire for her.

Addison, by contrast, had the appearance of a little girl — which she was in fact, barely ten years old. She was the shortest of the kids and had some baby fat, giving her a smooth, softly rounded shape. Her chest was totally undeveloped, nipples just small pink discs. I was aware, however, as we all were, that even though she looked so young and innocent, Addison certainly could experience sexual arousal and reach orgasm. We’d seen that plenty of times. And she was an utterly seductive child too, with an inborn talent for flirting, as I had experienced with her right from the beginning. How very fortunate I was, I thought to myself, to have met Kay and her daughter, along with all the others. Then suddenly I realized was daydreaming, letting my thoughts run away with me while everyone waited.

I cleared my throat. “Um, Heather, why don’t you go sit with your mom, and Felicity, you can sit with me, okay? Right here, on my lap,” I suggested, patting my thighs.

The sisters got up, leaving the sofa free. Felicity came to me, blushing. I knew she had sort of a crush on me, and the feeling was mutual. I gave her a squeeze as she sat down, cuddling close. Heather went to her mother and perched on her lap. They kissed one another on the lips.

“All right, Cherise and Addison, you can start now. Sit down and face toward each other. I want you to masturbate, play with yourselves. Try to get as turned on as you can, get as close as possible to coming, but without having an orgasm. Let’s see how long you can both stay on the edge.”

I hadn’t given any guidance to the spectators, said whether or not we were allowed to masturbate. That wouldn’t have been easy to do, of course, for me or for Donna, with the kids on our laps. But for Kay and Danielle, it was no problem. And as they watched their daughters massage their little pussies, both women put their hands inside their panties, rubbing their clits.

“Just make sure you don’t come,” I quietly cautioned them.

“We won’t,” said Kay.

“We’ll stay right on the edge,” added Danielle, with a wink. “Like we’re supposed to.”

It seemed to take the young girls, Addison and Cherise, several minutes to become fully aroused. Perhaps they were nervous, being on display, as if on stage. As time went by, however, they gradually relaxed and let the feelings take over. Soon enough they were breathing quickly, cheeks growing flushed, fingers moving fast between their legs.

“Are you getting close?” I asked them.

“I think so,” said Addison.

Cherise licked her lips. “I am, for sure.”

“Okay, that’s great. Now, if you can, try to stay there for as long as you can, maybe going faster or slowing down to make sure you’re on the edge but not quite coming. Can you do that?”

Neither girl said anything but both nodded in reply as they watched each other masturbate. I wasn’t wearing a watch, so I couldn’t really time them, but I let the kids continue that way for what I thought was around ten minutes or so. Then I said, “All right, you guys, that’s great. Fantastic. You have really learned a lot. You can stop now and we’ll give someone else a chance.”

Addison took her hand away immediately and turned to face me, sporting a big grin. She was always very adaptable. Cherise, though, seemed to have a slightly harder time with it. She kept rubbing a few seconds longer, frowning as she muttered, “I really wish I could, um… get to the end.”

“I know, sweetheart,” I told her. “I understand. And I promise, you’ll be able to do that later. Just not yet.”

I patted Felicity’s leg then got up from my chair, scooting the girl off my lap, and went to Cherise, giving her a warm hug and kissing her cheek. “You did such a good job, showing the rest of us how to do it. But now you can watch while me and your mom see if we can do as well as you and Addison did.”

With this I reached out to Danielle, beckoning her to join me. When she stood, Addison trotted over to take her place on the love seat, snuggling in with her mom, while Felicity went to her mother and sister.

Cherise, still wearing a frown, sat down grumpily in the chair I had vacated. I thought it was good that the child felt such a strong need for an orgasm, even if the delay was frustrating to her. That was sort of the point of what we were doing.

Anyway, Danielle and I stood together in front of the sofa, holding hands. She was wearing a short pleated tartan skirt that day, like a schoolgirl, along with a white blouse with cap sleeves. On her feet were little white ankle socks and cute Mary Janes. She looked adorable.

I was in a skirt as well, also pleated, but mine was dark green. I liked the way the color set off my pale, lightly freckled legs. On top I wore a sleeveless pullover shirt in a green and purple pattern with a scoop neck. My black shoes were flats, and I had no socks on.

“Let me take your clothes off first, okay?” I said to Danielle. “And then you take mine off.”

“All right.”

When I began unbuttoning the woman’s blouse, I saw that she had a white bralette underneath in the same eyelet pattern as her panties. Yummy. After setting the blouse aside and removing her skirt, I stepped back for a moment to take in the sight of her beautiful slender body in those girlish undergarments. My clit throbbed as I gazed at her. Then I knelt at her feet and unbuckled her shoes, taking them off, and pulled off her socks. Next was the panties. I tugged them slowly down, admiring her completely bare, smoothly waxed pussy, the inner lips glistening with moisture.

Last came the bralette. I knew Danielle was shy about her boobs, though she had no need to be, in my opinion. But she was. As I lifted the flimsy bralette over her head and off, I said, “God, you are so hot. I just love your little titties.”

“Thanks,” she smiled.

And she was hot. Even though her breasts were small and sagged a bit, her dark brown nipples were long and firm, deliciously tempting. I licked my lips ostentatiously while staring at them, then said, “Okay, your turn.”

She took the hem of my shirt and raised it up, revealing to everyone that I wasn’t wearing a bra — though that might have been obvious anyway, considering how stiff my nipples were.

“Ooh, nice,” said Danielle, ogling my breasts.

She pulled the shirt over my head, then removed my shoes and my skirt. Finally she peeled my panties down my legs, and when I stepped out of them, we both were naked. This brought a round of applause from our audience, which surprised and pleased me, actually making me blush.

Danielle and I took our seats on the sofa, facing one another. I glanced over at Kay, who was wearing a watch, and said, “Once we both get, like, close, could you time us? Check to see that we stay on the edge for at least ten minutes?”

“Sure, no problem.”

Then we began.

Danielle, of course, had been masturbating the whole time as she watched her daughter and Addison play with themselves, so she was already primed, nice and warm and wet. It took me a few minutes to catch up with her, but pretty soon I felt that wonderful jiggly feeling inside, the nervous, breathtaking energy of an impending climax.

“Okay, I’m… I’m there,” I said in a quavering voice. “You can start timing us now… um, if, if you’re ready, Danielle.”

“Well, yeah, I am,” she nodded. “I’ve been ready a while now.”

That made me smile. Impulsively I leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the mouth, then sat back again. “I love watching you,” I told her. “It totally turns me on.”

“I know, me too,” she replied, looking down at my red bush. “You are so sexy, Britt.”

“Thanks.”

Kay timed us as we rubbed ourselves and watched each other. Danielle was very good at this. I could see that with only a slight change in the pace and intensity of her movements, she was able to remain right on the edge of the precipice, barely short of tipping over.

For me it was more difficult. I had to actually take my hand from my pussy a couple of times so as not to lose control. That would have been embarrassing if the teacher couldn’t do what she teaching. But my god, it felt so amazing. Each time I resumed rubbing my clit, the sensations were magnified. By the end, it seemed my whole body was on fire, overheated with lust, ready to explode.

“Okay, it’s been fifteen minutes,” said Kay.

“Jesus,” I gasped, trembling. “I don’t wanna stop.”

But I did. I pulled my dripping fingers away and looked at Cherise. “You’re right, honey, this is really hard.”

She grinned and nodded. “I know.”

I took a few deep breaths, wiping sweat from my forehead with the back of my wrist, then got up from the sofa. “Let’s have Heather and Felicity go next, all right? And after them, Donna and Kay.”

The sisters got up from the cushioned chair where they’d been seated side by side on their mother’s lap, their arms around her neck. When they left, Donna immediately pulled up her short skirt and spread her legs, rubbing herself through her powder blue panties, eyes bright with lust and excitement.

Felicity was in a denim mini and a pink Barbie tee, while Heather wore a cute little sundress, pure white with yellow daisies. Both girls had white sneakers on with no socks.

“We strip first, right?” Heather said to me, with a mischievous smile. “Strip each other?”

“That’s right,” I nodded, stroking my pussy in anticipation.

I was in the loveseat now, sitting beside Kay who had Addison on her lap. The little girl and I were nude, with Kay still fully clothed. It made a nice contrast. Danielle was in the other chair, Cherise snuggling on her lap, mother and daughter both naked.

Heather started with Felicity, kneeling to remove her sneakers, then undoing the denim miniskirt and sliding it down her sister’s legs. Standing, she lifted the Barbie t-shirt up and off. It was always such a thrill to see Felicity’s chest, those enticing breast buds capped with pink nipples. They made my mouth water.

Kneeling again, Heather hooked her thumbs inside the waistband of Felicity’s pink cotton undies. Slowly, very slowly, she began peeling the panties down, gradually revealing more and more of the child’s smooth, hairless mound. This was obviously a deliberate move — Heather seemed to have a sense of what turned us on, what the moms and I wanted to see, and perhaps it aroused her too, doing it like that. I rubbed my clit faster as I stared at the naked ten-year-old.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Donna hissed, “so fucking hot!”

She had her legs spread wide, both hands working inside her panties. The woman made no effort to hide her lust for daughters, even if she consistently refused to go all the way with them. Maybe someday, I kept hoping.

Now it was Felicity’s turn to strip Heather. She started with the sneakers, taking them off and setting them aside. Then, as she got to her feet, she drew her hands up the back of her sister’s pretty legs, raising the hem of the sundress until it reached Heather’s waist, letting us see her yellow and white striped undies. She couldn’t remove the dress that way, however. It would have to be unzipped first, the halter top opened.

As she reached behind Heather’s neck, Felicity glanced over at her mother. She smiled as she watched Donna masturbate, then turned back to Heather and brought their lips together, kissing her wetly.

“Goddamn, yes!” urged Donna, before asking me, “Are you sure I can’t come?”

I shook my head. “No, you can’t, not yet. And neither can I, no matter how hot this is.”

Felicity undid the halter top, then pulled the zipper and let the dress fall to the floor, all in one motion. She stepped to one side and Heather stood before us, an utterly beautiful twelve-year old wearing nothing but a tiny pair of panties, bikini panties at that.

I had to stop for a few seconds, taking my hands from my cunt, or I would have climaxed as I stared at the girl.

Then Felicity did something surprising. She sat on the sofa behind Heather and slowly began tugging her sister’s undies down. It was another enticing and forbidden show for us perverts. As the fabric slipped away, we saw a bit of hair come into view, not much, just some blonde fur around the girl’s labia.

“Oh my god,” someone grunted. It was Donna. She was slumped in the chair now, looking up at the ceiling, breathing heavily. Her hands gripped her thighs, massaging them.

“Did you come?” I asked.

She shook her head, licking her lips, then finally said, “No, not… almost… but not quite.”

“Okay, that’s good,” I told her. “Thank you for working so hard at this.”

“You’re welcome, I guess,” she grinned.

Felicity and Heather had taken their places on the sofa, facing one another, slim legs spread wide open. Without saying anything, but knowing what the plan was, they began rubbing themselves.

It was so hot watching the sisters. I never tired of seeing them together, and it seemed to turn everyone else on just as much. Looking around, I found it was not only me and Donna masturbating, but the others as well, Danielle and Cherise, Kay and Addison. For the next fifteen minutes or so, we all played with ourselves, creating a roomful of gooey, fragrant pussies, our sighs and moans filling the air. Luckily no one climaxed.

I called a halt when I saw Felicity repeatedly holding her breath with her face turning red, then letting it out in a sudden gasp. I remembered that this was her pattern and likely would soon lead to an orgasm. Since we didn’t want that, not yet, and since both girls had seemingly been on or close to the edge for several minutes already, I announced, “Okay, that’s good. Great job, you two.”

Onward to Chapter 23!