Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Jeneee

The breakfast table looked like something from an ad for an exotic spa with four robed females, three with towels wrapped around their heads, busy munching away on fruit, scrambled eggs and whole-wheat toast. Pitchers of orange juice and mugs of coffee completed the picture, and soon all four were fully charged and ready to attack the weekend, and whatever delights it had to offer, with gusto.

“We have to get you home, Pam,” I reminded her. “It’s time for me to go meet your aunt and explain your absence, and see if you might be able to spend some more time with us this weekend — that is, if you want to,” I added.

Pam nodded her head briskly, a big smile on her face, as Emily chanted, “Yes, yes, yes, of course she wants to!”

“And if she’s okay with it — and from what you already said about her, I imagine she won’t mind — you’ll need to get some clean clothes to wear. You can’t keep wearing that pretty dress every day. You’ll also need more undies and a toothbrush as well. I’ll drive you home after I have my shower. Emily and Sharon, you two can clean up the breakfast dishes and straighten up the house while we’re gone… please? ” I entreated.

“Sure Mom, just bring her back, okay?” Emily replied, hugging Pam and kissing her cheek. “I kinda like having her around to play with,” she giggled.

“Oh yeah, and don’t forget to do your homework, Emily,” I reminded her.

She scowled and stuck her tongue out at me as she glanced at Pam. “We don’t have any this weekend, do we, Pam?” she asked with a mischievous wink.

I laughed. “Don’t try to con Pam into lying for you, you little troublemaker. Now I’m going upstairs for my shower, so get busy, everyone.”

Sharon saluted me. “Yes, ma’am!” she answered, trying not to smirk. I winked at her, turned, and climbed upstairs to the bathroom once more. “Okay girls, you heard her. Help me clear off the table and get these dishes done,” Sharon told Emily and Pam as she rose from her seat. “On second thought, Pam, you’d better go up to Emily’s room and get dressed, so that you’re ready to leave when Jen has finished her shower.”

“I’ll go help her,” Emily said, scraping her chair back.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Sharon replied quickly. “Pam is old enough to dress herself and fix her hair without you,” she laughed. “Besides, I know just what kind of help you’d give her, you little vixen,” she added with a smirk. “Dishes!” Sharon commanded again to Emily, pointing at the sink. “Now off you go, Pam. Better get ready to look nice for your aunt.”

So Pam sighed reluctantly and made her way up to Emily’s room again. Standing in front of the mirror she unwound the towel from her head and let her now almost dry hair fall back down over her shoulders. Untying the belt of her robe and shrugging it off onto the floor, she reached for a brush on Emily’s dresser and started gently untangling the knots in her hair until it was once again smooth and shiny.

By then, I had finished my shower and was passing Emily’s room when I noticed Pam in front of the mirror brushing her hair, her robe lying on the floor beside her.

“Oh, here you are, sweetie. I was just going downstairs to ask you to get ready while I finished dressing, but I see you beat me to it. Your hair looks so shiny and, mmmm, smells so good,” I added, walking up behind her. I took the brush from her hand and added a few strokes of my own, marveling at the reflection of her beautiful young body in the mirror.

“Thanks, Jen,” she whispered, turning toward me, taking the brush out of my hand and placing it back on the dresser. She hugged me to her naked body and looked up at me with her shiny blue eyes.

Kissing her softly on her forehead, I assured her it was my pleasure. “Now, we’d better get you dressed and home, young lady,” I smiled. “Time for me to go meet your aunt.”

She nodded and picked up the robe from the floor, grabbing her panties and socks from beside the dresser, and sat down on the bed. “Are you just gonna stand there and watch?” she giggled. “Don’t you think you should get dressed too?”

“Right,” I replied, tearing my eyes away from her gorgeous little body, somewhat embarrassed. “See you downstairs.”

I quickly returned to my room and combed out my own hair, pulled on clean panties and shorts, and slid my arms into one of my favorite cropped shirts, tying it under my breasts. Staring at my reflection in the mirror I decided to add a touch of lipstick and mascara, and then, satisfied, made my way downstairs again.

“My, don’t we look sharp,” Sharon smiled as I came into the kitchen, finding her and Emily busy cleaning up. Pam was sitting at the table in her cute white flowered dress, watching the others.

“Thanks, girlfriend,” I replied, walking over to her and giving her a hug. “Got an aunt to impress,” I added with a wink.

“Well, just don’t impress her too much,” she giggled. “I’m the jealous type, you know.”

“Mom, hurry back, okay?” piped up my daughter as I patted her butt and thanked her for helping Sharon clean up. “And make sure you bring Pam back with you, too,” she ordered.

“Well, we’ll see what her aunt has to say,” I told her. Turning to Pam I said, “Okay, let’s go, sweetie. We have a little trip to make.”

Pam walked over to Emily and gave her a kiss, telling her not to worry. If she knew her aunt, she’d be back soon to stay for the weekend, she assured her.

Pam and I then left my girlfriend and my daughter to finish the clean up and we walked together out the front door to climb into my slightly aging and dilapidated red car.

It didn’t take Sharon and Emily long to get the kitchen back into shape, after which they both went upstairs to get dressed. “Think she’ll come back with Mom?” Emily asked, hopefully.

“Sounds like you really want her to,” Sharon smiled. “I think it’s cute that you have a new girlfriend, but you have to be prepared to accept what her aunt decides.”

“Yeah, I know,” Emily replied. “But I really like her, an’ I know we can be great friends, Sharon. Like, well, like you and Mom are, you know?” she added, throwing her arms around Sharon’s waist and hugging her.

Sharon looked down fondly at Emily and unwrapped the towel from her hair whispering that they had better hurry and get dressed. Emily pulled away a bit, giggled, and untied the belt around Sharon’s robe.

“Okay, I’ll help you first,” she teased, as Sharon’s boobs flashed before her eyes. Reaching up and cupping them both with her hands she added, “I love these. Do you think mine will grow to be like yours?”

Sharon’s breath tightened a little at the young girl’s soft touch on her breasts, her nipples hardening in response. “Maybe more like your mom’s than mine, I think,” she whispered, squeezing Emily’s hands but not removing them.

“Does it feel good when I touch you? Like when Mom does this?” Emily wanted to know.

“Yes, sweetheart, it feels great.”

“Can I ask you something, Sharon? Like in the shower this morning, when Pam was washing your… your pussy? What was she doing that made you so… well, so excited? Can you show me? Pulease?”

Sharon could feel her pussy already reacting to Emily’s touch on her boobs, and now he thought of what Pam had done in the shower earlier was causing her juices to flow even more. After a few seconds of debate she motioned the young girl over to the bed and sat down, spreading her legs wide, asking Emily to kneel in front of her. Emily stared intently at the older woman’s pussy, noting the now shiny labia parting slightly.

“You look so wet, Sharon,” she giggled. “Am I making you horny?”

By way of an answer Sharon reached down with her hands and spread her lips even wider. “Slide two of your fingers inside me,” she told Emily.

Emily did as she was asked. “Oh, it’s so warm and slippery in there!” she cried.

Sharon moaned as the little girl’s fingers explored further. “Now take your thumb and rub it gently over my clit. It should be poking out at you. See it?”

Emily did, and she rolled her thumb from side to side over the hard nubbin, causing Sharon to jerk slightly.

“Did I hurt you?” Emily asked, stopping what she was doing.

“N…no sweetie. It’s sensitive, but it feels so good when you do that.”

“Is that what Pam was doing to you?”

“Sort of. Now press harder with your two fingers inside me, like up toward the front of my pussy, and continue rubbing my clit like you were doing with your thumb. That’s what Pam was doing. Only she has done it a lot before, and she had just the right touch to make me feel so excited that I had an orgasm real fast.”

“Is that what you and Mom do too?” Emily asked, fascinated, as she watched Sharon’s face closely to see if she was doing it right.

“Yessss, sometimes, and a lot more too,” she replied, lifting her butt from the bed to help Emily’s fingers hit the right spots. “Ohh baby, that feels so good,” she encouraged. “Keep doing that, yessss, just like that.”

Emily watched closely as Sharon’s eyes closed and her moaning became more intense. Spurred on by this reaction, Emily increased the pressure of her two fingers on the inside of Sharon’s pussy and flicked her thumb faster back and forth across her clit. Sharon’s breathing intensified as her butt lifted from the bed and she almost screamed out to Emily not to stop.

“Yes, yes, oh yesssss, oh my god, yesssssssss,” she moaned as she came hard, juices flowing from her engorged pussy over Emily’s fingers. Emily didn’t know whether to remove her fingers or not as Sharon’s breathing slowly returned to normal, so she just left them inside her pussy, sliding them around gently in the wet and sticky goo.

Sharon finally opened her eyes and smiled at Emily, grasping her wrist and sliding her fingers slowly out. Emily watched as they reappeared, covered in a white and creamy substance which clung to her fingers in strands. Experimentally, she held her hand to her face and stuck out her tongue, tasting the shiny juices. “Mmm, not bad,” she smiled, and licked some more. “Your pussy tastes kinda… well, nice,” she added, watching for Sharon’s reaction.

“Yeah, that’s what your mom always says, too,” Sharon told her, adding, “and I bet yours does too, you little vixen. Wow, you sure learn fast.”

“And now I can practice on Pam,” Emily giggled. “You said she’d done it a lot. Who taught her what to do?”

“Well, I think you’d better ask her that, not me, young lady. But I’m sure she will tell you.”

“Do all pussies taste as good as yours, Sharon? Like, does Mom’s?”

“Yes, your mom’s does, but I don’t exactly go around sampling lots of pussies, you silly girl.”

Emily plunked herself on the bed beside Sharon and untied her robe. Leaning back she asked, with a wicked gleam in her eye, “Wanna sample mine?”

Sharon couldn’t believe the precociousness of her girlfriend’s daughter, but then again, supposed she should have expected it. Staring at the sweet pussy being offered by Emily she found herself weakening.

Kneeling down between the girl’s legs, she raised them over her shoulders, lifted Emily’s butt off the bed and slowly slid her tongue up and down over her plump lips. Emily sighed at the touch and reached down to the sides of Sharon’s head, holding her tightly as Sharon gently explored the young girl’s labia. Spreading her lips slightly with her thumbs, she was able to slip her tongue inside a little and taste the sweet fragrance of her creamy juices, surprised at the ease with which they now seemed to flow.

Lost in the delight of being licked for the first time, Emily could not keep still and it took all of Sharon’s determination to keep her mouth in contact with the sweet young pussy. Squealing and squeaking with pleasure, Emily’s hands clenched tightly against Sharon’s head, pulling on her hair so much that the older woman jerked occasionally from the pain.

Eventually Emily reached a peak in her excitement and froze against Sharon’s mouth, her breath coming in sharp little jerks. Sharon waited until Emily finally came down from her pinnacle before moving away slightly. The young girl’s eyes were still closed as her breathing slowly returned to normal, her wet pussy swollen and juicy with her excitement.

As Sharon slowly ran her fingertips over Emily’s lips, feeling the slippery softness of her engorged little pussy, Emily uttered a single word, “Wow!”

Sharon smiled and caressed the sides of Emily’s face as she leaned down to kiss her gently on the lips. “Sounds like you enjoyed that,” she teased.

“Wow,” Emily repeated, and hugged Sharon tightly around the neck. “Mmmm,” she added. “I think I’d like to do that again.”

“Well, not right now, you don’t,” Sharon laughed, pulling the young girl to her feet. “Right now, we have to get dressed and get ready for your mom’s return.”

“And Pam’s too, I hope,” added Emily.

“And Pam’s too,” echoed Sharon.

Continue on to Chapter 9