Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda Lynn

When Trish woke on Thursday morning, she found that she ached in places that had never ached before. It wasn’t painful, just a mild reminder of what she had done the day before with Monica and Gabby. She sighed and smiled at the pleasant memories.

Opening her eyes, Trish rolled onto her side and looked over at the sleeping form in the other bed. They had gone to bed early the night before, neither needed nor wanted to do anything but sleep. She stretched, yawned, then swung her legs over the side of the bed as she sat up, resting there, just watching Monica sleep. Trish’s heart fluttered at the sight, Monica looked so peaceful, so beautiful as she slept.

As if she had sensed Trish’s admiring gaze, Monica’s eyes fluttered open, and she turned to look at her. The corners of her mouth pulled up into a smile, and her eyes sparkled. “Hi there,” she said softly.

“Hi,” Trish said, her own smile growing. “Are you as sore as I am?”

Monica moved her body under the blankets and then giggled. “Oh yeah,” she said with a groan. “What did you do to me?”

“Me! I think Gabby spent more time between your legs than I did.”

Monica laughed. “Maybe, but you did your fair share. That tongue of yours is very talented.

“Yeah, right,” she said and tossed a pillow at her. “I’m going to shower now. You getting up?” She asked as she stood and headed for the door.

“I will when you get back.” Monica yawned and pulled the blanket up to her chin and snuggled into it.

Trish knew her gait was off as soon as she had stepped away from her bed that morning. Sore muscles will do that to you. But it was apparently more evident to the outside observer. Gwen cocked her head to the right and raised an eyebrow as she entered the kitchen. Trish felt the warmth in her face as Gwen smirked knowingly. Was it possible she had found out what had gone on in the family room?

“Morning sweetie. Are you okay? You’re walking kinda funny.” Gwen asked, moving toward Trish as she sat at the kitchen table.

Trish nodded, watching as Gwen squatted beside her. “Yeah, just a sore muscle. I must have pulled it or something,” she said, swallowing when Gwen placed a hand on her thigh.

“Would you like a hot pack to put on it?”

Trish looked down at Gwen’s hand, watching it travel up her thigh stopping just short of her crotch. A pleasant tingle flashed across her body as her pussy responded to the touch. Oh shit! That shouldn’t happen. Trish sucked a breath, and she closed her eyes for a moment.

Gwen left her hand on that spot that was so tantalizingly close to her pussy. She opened her eyes to see Gwen looking at her, a smile on her lips. “Um, no,” Trish managed. “I don’t think so. It’s feeling better.” Trish’s voice cracked.

“Okay then,” Gwen said and gave her thigh a gentle squeeze that damn near launched Trish into orbit, and it had nothing to do with pain. Gwen gave her a soft kiss on the cheek and stood before returning to her breakfast preparations.

The rest of the day was quiet for the two girls. They lounged around in the family room and watched TV or played videos games. The entire time though, that touch from Gwen and how she had unintentionally reacted to it, played in the back of Trish’s mind. Unsure of what it meant or how to deal with it, she tried to push it aside.

“You’re off your game,” Monica said as she set her controller on the coffee table. She had just whooped Trish’s ass for the third time in a row. “You’re usually much better at Mario Kart.”

Trish shrugged. “Just bad luck I guess,” she lied. The truth was, she had become distracted. Distracted by thoughts of Monica’s mother touching her leg and making her pussy tingle. Damn. This was just too weird.

“If you say so,” Monica chuckled.

When Jason arrived home from work an hour later, they all went out to catch a movie and then a late supper. The family restaurant they chose wasn’t busy and the server seated them right away at a table for four. Trish sat to Monica’s right with Gwen directly across from her.

Gwen had worn a sweater under her coat, knowing that the theatre would be chilly. The temperature in the restaurant, however, was comfortable, prompting Gwen to take off the sweater. When she did, an unexpected jolt of pleasure shot from Trish’s core. What Trish hadn’t been prepared for, was the low neckline of the dress and the creamy white skin of her cleavage that her sweater had concealed.

Trish stared for a moment, and that familiar warmth spread from her center. Oh my god! Look away! Don’t stare! Quickly, she glanced down at the table and fiddled with the fork. Taking a breath, she calmed herself and looked up again. Gwen smiled at her then turned her attention to Jason who had spoken to her. Trish couldn’t help but steal another peek at the exposed flesh. Damn. This was nuts, why was she suddenly attracted to Gwen’s tits? They were lovely, firm and round, and not that large. Bigger than her own mother’s, but not by much.

“See anything you like?” Monica asked.

Her head snapped left. “What?” Her heart pounded in her chest.

“From the menu,” Monica said nodding at the sizeable laminated card in Trish’s hand.

Trish stared at it as if it was an alien artifact that had just materialized in front of her. What the hell? Apparently, she had taken it from the waiter without even realizing it. Had she been that entranced by Gwen’s boobs? Shaking her head, she focused on the words on the card.

“Um, not yet,” she said wondering if anyone had noticed her staring.

***

When they returned home, they all relaxed in the living room for a while, chatting about this and that. Jason was the first to call it a night a short time later and headed off to bed, wishing them a good night.

“Night, Daddy,” Trish said and gave him a hug and kiss. She returned to the sofa and plopped down between Gwen and Monica. Gwen had taken off her heels and sweater when they arrived home but hadn’t changed out of her clothes. As they sat there chatting, Trish was managing not to look at her step-mother’s chest. She allowed herself one quick peek when she first sat, but that was it. Damn, but how she wondered what it would be like to touch them, feel the soft flesh beneath her fingers, taste them in her mouth. No! Stop thinking that! She scolded herself.

“Well, girls,” Gwen said as she placed a hand on Trish’s knee and ran it up the length of her thigh, pulling it away with just the briefest of contact with the girl’s crotch. “I am going to hop into the shower before bed. Don’t you two stay up too late.”

“Okay, Mom. We won’t. Good night,” Monica said as Gwen headed up the stairs.

Trish, on the other hand, just stared after her. With her clit now throbbing at the unexpected contact, her mind raced. Had Gwen intentionally let her hand brush against my pussy? No, couldn’t be. It was just an accident. Wasn’t it?

Monica’s calves landed in her lap and brought her attention back. She looked down at the legs, then up the rest of Monica, who was now stretched out on the sofa, her head on a throw cushion.

“Rub my feet?” She pushed out her bottom lip in a pout and wiggled her toes “Please?”

Trish raised an eyebrow at her step-sister and chuckled. She slid down the sofa a bit, positioning Monica’s feet on her lap then took one of the socked feet into her hand and began to rub. As she stroked, they chatted, all the while Gwen’s touch played in her mind. The sound of the bathroom door opening sometime later prompted Trish to push Monica’s feet off her, and she stood.

“Need to pee,” was all she said and Monica nodded. Trish climbed the stairs, the light from the bathroom spilling in the hall past the partially open door. Little wisps of steam rolled out of the room as she pushed the door open, and then instantly froze in her tracks. Gwen was standing at the sink, toothbrush in hand. She was also entirely naked.

Gwen jumped as she looked to Trish. “Holy cow, Trish. You scared me,” she said, apparently not in any hurry to cover up.

“I…um…I’m sorry. I thought you had finished. I just needed to pee.” Trish stammered, as her eyes moved on their own, right to Gwen’s beautiful breasts and their brown nipples. Trish swallowed as she watched those same nipples stiffen.

“That’s okay, sweetheart. My fault really,” Gwen said as she put her toothbrush back in its holder. “I forgot to turn on the exhaust fan before I got into the shower. So, I opened the door to let some of the steam out.”

“Oh, Okay. I’ll just go use the downstairs one then,” Trish said pulling her eyes from the woman’s breasts only to have them land on her pussy. Which, as it turned out, was bald. Holy crap!

“No need. I’m done,” Gwen said as she moved toward her. Trish’s heart was pounding in her chest, and her eyes grew wider the closer Gwen got. She was finding it hard to breathe, and her head was swimming. What’s happening?

Gwen stopped within arm’s reach, never breaking eye contact. She reached past Trish and plucked the robe from the back of the door. Trish was both relieved and a bit disappointed when Gwen pulled the robe on but, to her amazement, she didn’t do it up.

“Trish, sweetie. Would you like to touch them?”

Trish’s eyes snapped up. “Huh?” Her voice cracked.

“My breasts. Would you like to touch them? I mean you have been staring at them.” Gwen chuckled softly. “It’s okay. Go ahead.”

“I…um…I mean…” Trish had no words. The blush in cheeks burned, and she wanted to run, but she couldn’t. She did want to touch, very much so. Slowly she brought a hand up and palmed the breast she hadn’t been able to get off her mind. It was too big for her hand. Still, she squeezed it gently and explored it with her fingertips. Finding the nipple, she toyed with it, flicking it with her thumb. Her clit was throbbing, aching and she wanted to rub it. Better still she wanted Gwen to rub it.

Gwen moaned softly, and Trish looked up into the woman’s eyes. She saw something in them, something she had only seen in one other place. In Monica’s eyes. In her step-sister’s eyes when they had sex. Did Gwen want to have sex with her? This is nuts!

She looked back down at the nipple and stepped a bit closer, leaning in, parting her lips. She wondered what it would feel like in her mouth. Gwen stepped back then, closing the robe, and shattering whatever spell Trish had been in.

“I think that’s enough for now.” Her voice was shaky.

“Oh, okay,” Trish replied quietly, the heat on her cheeks matched that between her legs.

Gwen lifted her chin with two fingers. “Look at me.” She waited until she held Trish’s eyes. “You did nothing wrong. Okay?” Trish nodded then Gwen gave her a soft lingering kiss on her lips. Her breath caught, and a fresh flood of arousal wet her panties. Gwen pulled back, gave her the sweetest smile then left her alone in the steamy room.

Later that night, as the girls lay naked on the bed, images of what had transpired with Gwen danced in Trish’s mind and she moaned softly. Her tongue chased the turgid nipple in her mouth, and Monica purred approvingly. Trish laved the pebbled flesh, wondering what it would have been like; to kiss, and lick, and suck on Gwen’s beautiful boobs.

Her thoughts fueled her lust, and she sucked harder on Monica’s tit. She pushed her hand over the smooth skin of her step-sister’s belly. Finding her entrance, she easily slipped two fingers inside. Monica gasped and thrust her hips up at the sudden intrusion. Trish pumped her fingers, caressing the smooth walls of her vagina. The wet heat coating her fingers.

“Fuck, Trish.” Monica groaned.

Trish shifted her position slightly. Pushing her own pussy against Monica’s thigh, she moved her mouth to the other breast. She rocked her hips as she dragged her teeth across the sensitive nipple. Bolts of pleasure sparked from her center with each roll of her hips. Lost in a haze of lust, the need in her grew. But as she ravished the nipple, wildly fingered the sopping pussy, and hungrily rubbed her throbbing clit against the girl’s leg; it wasn’t Monica she was fucking. It was Gwen that she imagined.

Monica grabbed Trish’s hand. Staying its movements as her fingers remained deep inside. Trish felt the slick walls tighten around her digits as a fresh wave of arousal coated them. Monica was coming hard. Trish heard the muffled cry from above and felt Monica’s body stiffen and shudder, and that was all she needed to send her over the edge. Her own body tensed and an explosion of pleasure racked her. Colorful lights flashed behind her eyes as she rode out the aftershocks that followed.

They lay still, enjoying the afterglow as their breathing calmed. Monica’s heart rate slowed beneath her cheek, and she thought about what had just happened. What had she done? She had been rough. Consumed by a desire she had never felt before. She had fucked Monica with a reckless abandon all the while fantasizing about Gwen. Jesus! She felt the heat climb her neck and her stomach twisted in guilt. Monica wasn’t saying anything. Was she pissed? Did she hate her now? Trish swallowed, turned her head to look up and saw the underside of Monica’s jaw.

“Monica?” she spoke softly.

“Umm.”

She answered, so that was a good sign, right? “Are you okay?”

“Uh-huh,” she replied dreamily.

Trish smiled, and the knot in her stomach relaxed. It occurred to her just then that her fingers were still inside Monica. But as she tried to ease them out Monica’s hand tightened on hers.

“No,” she whispered softly. “Leave them in. Just for a little longer.”

“Okay.”

They lay together for several moments with nothing but the sounds of their breathing filling the room. When Monica did finally pull Trish’s fingers away, Trish spoke. “Are you upset with me, Monica?”

Monica rolled onto her side and slid down the bed until they were face to face. Trish searched her face and saw only a smile and sparkling eyes. “Why would you think that?” Monica asked.

“Well, um, I was…”

“A little rough?” Monica chuckled. “Or that you were thinking of someone else?”

Trish felt the heat of her blush climb her face again. She looked away.

“It’s okay,” Monica reassured her and gave a soft kiss. “It happens.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

Trish studied her for a moment then giggled before leaning in and kissing Monica. They wrapped their arms around each other and explored their mouths, enjoying the taste and texture with their tongues.

“So,” Monica said after several minutes of kissing. “Who was she?”

“Huh?” Trish was still a bit fuzzy from all the kissing.

“Who was she? The girl you were fucking in your mind?”

“Oh! I don’t know. Just some girl.” Trish lied.

“Yeah, right! Was it Gabby? Or maybe that hot lifeguard you were drooling over.” Monica teased.

“Neither of them, and I wasn’t drooling!”

“Then who? Come on, tell me or I will have to tickle you ‘till you do!” Monica moved a hand to her ribs and began to tickle.

“No!” Trish giggled finding it hard to keep her voice down.

“Tell me then!”

“Okay, okay. But you must promise not to get mad or laugh at me,” Trish said. She was feeling a bit apprehensive at revealing the truth though.

“I promise. Now spill.” Monica begged.

Trish paused for a moment and gazed into her eyes before she spoke. “Gwen. I was thinking of Gwen.” There she had said it. Now she lay there and waited for…well, she didn’t know what.

Monica blinked at her. Just blinked and it felt like an eternity. “Well,” she finally said. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“I’m sorry. Please, don’t be mad.” Trish pleaded.

Monica smiled. “Of course, I’m not mad. But you know it could never happen. You and my mom. Right?”

Trish nodded. “Yeah, I know,” she breathed, sounding disappointed at the realization. But as she thought about it more, she wondered if that were really true. Gwen had let her touch her breasts, and there was that kiss. Also, Gwen had said that was enough for now. Which might mean there was a possibility of more in the future. A smile formed on her face then.

Monica pulled her in close. “Good. Now let’s get some sleep.” And with that, they snuggled under the covers and drifted off to sleep.

***

It was well after midnight when Monica woke. She was on her side, facing the middle of the room with Trish behind her being the big spoon. Monica sighed contently and closed her eyes again, but her bladder reminded her why she had woken to begin with. She cursed softly before easing Trish’s arm from around her middle and slipped from the bed, careful not to disturb her step-sister.

Monica was still half asleep, the only sound being that of her pee hitting the toilet water. But when she finished, she heard another sound. It was low and distant, and she strained to hear. It sounding like moaning. At first, she thought that maybe it was her mother and Jason going at it. It wouldn’t be the first time she had heard them fucking. But this sound didn’t seem the same. She wiped and stood, not bothering to flush as to not give away her presence.

Turning off the bathroom light, she stepped into the hall and listened. The sound was coming from downstairs in the living room. As she moved down the hall, light played across the ceiling and walls, and Monica realized that the TV was on, its volume turned down low. Taking the first few steps down, she stopped and peered into the murky darkness, the light from the TV caused flickering shadows to dance around the room.

On TV, two naked women moved together, scissoring each other. Glancing over to the sofa she could make out her mother sitting with her back to Monica and her feet up on the couch. She cleared her throat as she descended the remaining steps, not wanting to scare her mother.

Gwen quickly sat up and pulled her robe closed then grabbed for the remote as she looked over at the stairs. She paused mid-reach and smiled as she realized it was Monica. “Hey, sweetheart. What are you doing up?” She asked quietly.

“I got up to pee and heard the TV,” Monica said as she made her way to the sofa and sat.

Gwen gave a nod. “Trish still asleep?”

“Yeah,” Monica replied as she watched the image on the screen. Though the camera moved around the scene, focused on the two women, it never zoomed in on their pussies. “Softcore?”

“Un-huh. I had an itch, and Jason was already dead to the world by the time I went to bed. I tried to put it out of my mind, but it was no use. It was my own fault really,” she said glancing at the screen.

Monica watched her mother. Gwen chewed on her bottom lip, which Monica knew was a tell-tale sign that she had something on her mind. “How’s that?”

Gwen looked back, still chewing her lip. She hesitated for a long beat. “Trish walked in on me while I was in the bathroom.”

“Okay.” Monica raised an eyebrow. “I feel there should be an and coming.”

Gwen swallowed. “A big and,” she said and explained what happened in the bathroom.

Monica laughed and had to cover her mouth with her hand to mask the noise. When her mother’s eyes went wide, she had to laugh again.

“What’s so funny?” Gwen asked.

“Well, that explains why Trish damn near raped me tonight.” Monica chuckled again, much quieter this time, before explaining what had happened in her bedroom. Trish’s aggressive lovemaking, her confession about Gwen.

Gwen groaned. “I shouldn’t be lusting after her. She’s Jason’s daughter. But I can’t help myself, she’s so damn cute.” She paused for a moment, watching the blonde on the TV going down on the sexy brunette. “Now you say she has the hots for me.”

Monica watched her for a moment. Her mother did seem torn right then, and she wondered if her feelings would be different if Trish had just been a friend from school. “You’re afraid of Jason’s reaction if he found out?”

Gwen nodded. “Yeah, I guess,” she sighed. “He would go ballistic, I’m sure.”

“What do you think would happen if he found out that you’re having sex with Gabby and me?” Monica watched her mother’s face trying to read her expression. Gwen just blinked at her for a moment, and after a beat, the corners of mouth moved up into a small grin.

“The same thing I would imagine. But still…”

“Do you want me to see how Trish would feel about… you and her hooking up?”

There was another long pause as her mother mulled the idea over in her head, and Monica turned her attention back to the TV. The scene had changed to a fancy living room. A white woman, dressed in a maid’s uniform, knelt on the floor. Towering above her was a beautiful African-American woman. She was naked from the waist down. At that moment she tangled her fingers in the maid’s hair and pulled her head forward until the maid’s mouth was resting firmly on her pussy.

“No. Not yet.” Her mother finally said. “Trish will be going home in a couple of days, and I don’t want to rush anything.” She reached over and took Monica’s hand, pulling her close. “Let’s see how she feels when she is back for summer vacation.”

“Okay,” she said just as her mouth met Gwen’s. They kissed slowly, their mouths moving together. Monica pushed her tongue into her mother’s mouth and explored it. The warmth, the flavor, the texture. It was heavenly.

They broke the kiss after a few moments and Monica grinned at her mother as she slid off the sofa and onto her knees. Usually, they kept their lovemaking to the times when Jason worked the night shift. But tonight, Monica threw caution to the wind. She placed her hands on her mother’s knees and looked up into her eyes. “Can I help you scratch that itch?” Her voice was soft and husky. Gwen didn’t say a word; instead, she opened her robe and spread her legs. Monica moved in. There was no preamble, no foreplay. She ran her hands up the smooth skin of her mother’s thighs and brought her face close to her sex. She could smell Gwen’s scent, strong and musky. She didn’t have to touch her to know she was already wet.

Monica’s thumbs found the warm puffy folds and spread them apart, drawing a throaty moan from above. She kissed her mother’s entrance then plunged her tongue in. Her mother bucked and grabbed her head, holding it firmly but gently. She moved her tongue inside her mother’s vagina, back and forth, reveling in the taste and feel of the slick, smooth walls.

Pulling out and swiping upward she found her engorged clit. She toyed with it, flicking it back and forth before finally sucking on it. Her mother whimpered and bucked. She held Monica’s head in place with one hand as she gripped a throw pillow with the other, using it to muffle the cries that came from her. Monica smiled to herself as she licked and sucked, knowing she was giving her mother pleasure. She knew since the first time she had tasted her mother’s sweet juices three years ago that the two of them would be sharing special moments like this for a long time to come.

“Oh, God! Monica! I’m going to come!” her mother said, between ragged breaths.

Monica moved her mouth rapidly over her mother’s clit and pushed two fingers deep inside her. She curled the tips upward and found that particular spot. She pumped in and out of her sopping entrance until the muscles of Gwen’s vagina clamped around them. Her hips pushed upward, and she held Monica’s head still with both hands. Her body shuddered and twitched with each powerful aftershock for what seemed like an eternity.

Her mother’s grip relaxed, and she slumped back into the sofa. Monica stayed with her. Gently kissing and licking her until she had calmed down and her breathing had slowed. Climbing onto the couch, she found her mother’s mouth, and they kissed softly, lovingly.

“Thank you, baby,” Gwen said in a soft voice that warmed Monica’s heart.

“Any time, mom. You know that.”

“I do, sweetie,” Gwen said and pulled her into an embrace. The sat together in each other’s arms and watch the cheerleader orgy on the TV. Gwen’s hand soon found her daughter’s goo-slickened pussy, and once Gwen had brought her daughter to orgasm, they kissed deeply before calling it a night, and making their way to their own beds.

On to the Season Finale.