Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Jeneee

As Sharon and I slid our bodies into the bubbling hot water after carefully placing the drinks we brought with us onto the deck beside the hot tub, my girlfriend let out a contented sigh of satisfaction. I settled myself down beside her and smiled across at our two sweet young companions asking, “So girls, does it get any better than this?”

Pam giggled and replied that it felt even better than before, now that we were all there together…

“…naked,” Emily finished for her, laughing. She flung her arm around Pam’s shoulder and pulled her closer, whispering something in her ear at which Pam giggled again.

“Hey, no secrets, no fair,” Sharon laughed.

“I was just asking her if she wanted to try jetting again. It’s even better without panties on,” Emily told her, as she started to squirm around a bit. And how would she know that? I wondered. “There, found one,” she announced with glee. “Woo-hoo, it feels sooo… mmmm!”

She giggled at Pam and whispered in her ear again. We watched as her new friend moved slightly to her left, giving a little jerk as contact was obviously made.

“See? Told you, didn’t I,” Emily said, watching Pam closely. “Makes my cunny tingle,” she added with a saucy grin on her face.

“Emily!” I scolded.

“Well, you do it, Mommy. I’ve seen you, and so does Sharon, so why can’t we?” There was no argument from us there as Sharon looked at me and smirked. Pam had elbowed Emily again, but only halfheartedly this time, as she was starting to get used to her new friend’s boldness.

“Are you sure you still want to be Emily’s friend, Pam?” I asked her laughing, knowing that there was no way my daughter was going to restrain her outspoken, precocious self, at least while in our company.

Pam smiled across at me and nodded her head, then quickly squirmed herself around to move beside me saying, “Yes, I’m sure, and I want to be your friend too, Jen, and Sharon’s,” she added. And she kissed my cheek. The touch of her soft body, along with Sharon’s on the other side of me, aroused a feeling quite similar to that which I had experienced in the shower earlier in the afternoon. In other words, my pussy was on fire again.

“Hey, what about me?” Emily pouted. “I feel lonely over here all by myself.”

“Aww, you poor little girl,” Sharon teased, and she slid over to hug her as Emily stuck out her tongue at us.

“Hey, Mommy,” Emily announced with glee. “We’ve traded girlfriends!” And she gave Sharon a big kiss on her lips as if to emphasize the point.

“Wow, hot stuff, Sharon,” she giggled. “I want some more of that.”

What a little hussy my little girl was turning out to be. And there’s that bonding again, I thought to myself, watching my cute daughter snuggle alongside my beautiful girlfriend. And I realized once more just how really beautiful Sharon was. Her long dark hair and big brown eyes set wide apart on her heart-shaped face gave her a completely exotic look. And her body was gorgeous too. She was taller than me, with long, slim legs, shapely hips and a firm, tight butt. Her boobs were as small as mine, but firm, with large dark brown nipples proudly crowning each mound.

And she’s all mine, I thought contentedly — well, until now at least, I added, giggling to myself as I watched her with an arm around my sweet little girl.

Sharon noticed me watching them and looked across at me and Pam, winking. “Well you two sure make a cute couple,” she laughed, glancing from me to Pam. I looked down to see Pam smiling back at Sharon and hugged her to me again. She was such an adorable little girl.

“I am so glad Emily met you today, sweetie,” I told her. I think you two are going to be really good for each other.”

“I think you are all good for me,” she whispered. “You make me feel like I belong to someone again. I miss my parents and my sister, and I don’t think what they did was wrong, but…” and she stopped suddenly, biting her lip.

“What, hon?” I asked, but quickly added, not wanting another tearful scene, “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it, really. I didn’t realize you had a sister, though. How old is she and who is looking after her?”

“She ran away from home after, you know, after everything happened. She’s only fourteen, but she said that there was no way they were going to ever put her into a foster home. She promised to come back for me as soon as she could. But I don’t know where she went and neither does my aunt.” She hesitated again. “Is it okay if we talk about it later, Jen? I don’t want to spoil the mood now,” she added, and reached up to kiss me like Emily had done to Pam, on my lips. My poor heart fluttered at the gentleness of her touch.

“It’s okay sweetie, I understand,” I managed, stroking her hair. “Of course we don’t have to talk about it now.” And I promptly returned her little kiss after which she smiled, and then gave a big sigh.

“What, hon?” I prompted.

“You make me so happy, Jen. I wish I could stay here with you all.” She paused a moment before saying, “Can I ask you something, like, kinda personal?”

I nodded.

“How long have you known you were a lesbian?”

“Well, I’m not sure I am altogether, sweetie. I was married, you know. I’m probably what you would call bi. I like both sexes, but I must admit that right now I prefer women, and you are convincing me of that even more,” I laughed, tweaking her chin. She smiled, as if to say she was so happy to hear that.

“I just wondered, ‘cause I think I am one — a lesbian — just like my aunt. Well, not like my aunt really, ‘cause she’s a bitch most of the time. Oops, sorry. Didn’t mean to swear,” she added, quickly.

I laughed, hugging her tightly once more. “I think you are too young to know what you are right now, sweetie,” I explained, “but there’s nothing wrong with feeling that way, if that’s the way it turns out for you.”

She squeezed against me again. I was unconsciously stroking the soft, smooth skin of her inner thigh as I tried to think of what else to tell her when she looked up at me and half whispered, “That feels so good, Jen.”

“What’s that, sweetheart?”

“What you’re doing, like, you know, to my leg. It makes me feel all tingly inside.” I felt her open her thighs a little wider to encourage me to continue. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded softly, as I momentarily paused, realizing what was happening here. Glancing over at Sharon, I was even more surprised to see her kissing Emily again, this time seemingly in earnest.

Wow, this is getting interesting, I thought. Moments ago they had been giggling away over there at some kind of joke or other, but that had quickly changed. I was even more astounded when I noticed Emily’s hand cupping one of Sharon’s breasts as they kissed.

Adding to my arousal, I suddenly I felt Pam gently stroking my thigh, and then I knew there was no stopping what was inevitably developing here. Throwing caution to the wind, I slid my hand further up along her thigh until it eventually reached that glorious juncture I had stared at hours before — her soft puffy mound, and she hissed fiercely into my shoulder “Yessss, oh yesssss,” and hunched her pussy against me as hard as she could.

I slowly stroked her soft lips, feeling the slippery moisture of her arousal increase as I parted them gently. Her head was now buried into my shoulder and little whimpers escaped her lips as she squirmed against me when I rubbed my fingertips softly over her hard little button.

“Oooh, it’s been sooo long,” I heard her moan, “…so long,” and I knew immediately that she was experienced. Visions of Pam and her sister together filled my mind, but I would learn more about that later. Right now all I wanted to do was to caress this little girl until she reached whatever pinnacle an eight-year-old is capable of feeling. At the same time my own pussy was hungry for attention, and the fingers of my other hand quickly slid down between my thighs to help satisfy my own urgings.

We became oblivious to everything else around us as we blended our ecstasy together. I was twenty years older than Pam but at that moment we were the same, lovers experiencing the ultimate joy as one. All of a sudden her hand clenched tightly on my thigh, and I knew my little adorable sweetheart had climaxed as a squeal escaped her lips and she appeared to stop breathing momentarily. This spurred me immediately on to mine, and we were soon clinging together, trying to catch our breath, smiles pasted on our faces, suddenly aware of being watched from the other side of the hot tub.

“Mommy? Are you okay?” Emily asked cautiously.

“Mommy’s fine,” I replied. “More than fine.” I smiled, almost adding that I was just testing out her new girlfriend for her, but buttoning my lip in time, realizing that it would sound a bit crass, and besides, it wasn’t really the truth. What had happened, happened. And it was a delightful, sensual and beautiful experience, one I would not be ashamed to repeat.

“You two were kind of, well, going at it hot and heavy over there,” chimed in Sharon.

“Well, you can talk,” I laughed. “Last thing I saw was you and Emily necking away with her hand squeezing your boob. Then I kinda lost track.”

“Well, we couldn’t help stopping to watch you two when we came up for air and realized what you were up to,” Sharon added. “I should be sooo jealous, but I’m not. Instead, I’m feeling quite aroused,” she confessed.

Emily giggled and asked her, “Really? Then maybe we should continue where we left off,” and grabbed for her boob again. Sharon seemed like she wasn’t about to argue the point.

“Hey, that’s mine,” I laughed, standing up in the hot tub and moving over to Sharon and Emily, giving them both a big hug.

Pam followed me and squeezed in with us, kissing Emily on her lips. “Hope you’re not mad at me,” she teased, “but your mom was so hard to resist once she got started.”

“So we noticed,” Emily giggled, slyly sliding her hand down between Pam’s thighs to her pussy. “Now, am I going to be hard to resist too?” she wanted to know.

“Mmmm, not if you keep that up,” Pam sighed, closing her eyes as she rested her head on Emily’s shoulder.

Sharon and I watched as our two young lovers suddenly forgot about us, lost in their own version of paradise. Our hot tub had now had a second christening of the type we could never have imagined the first time Sharon and I made love amid its bubbling warmth.

And now this evening was the beginning of a whole new kind of relationship for my little girl. She would learn quickly, I now knew, about the delights awaiting her with another member of her own sex, one who’d had experiences she was only too willing to share with her new girlfriend.

I found myself hoping her aunt would let her stay the night.

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