Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Purple Les

Charlie Redeye rode into Oak Creek, headed straight for the deadline side of town. Oak Creek was booming, and the respectable streets wouldn’t let a half-breed stay around long. The deadline side was where the Mexicans and Chinese and whorehouses could exist without being bothered much by the law.

In truth, the deadline was often crossed. Folks would bring their dirty clothes to the Chinese laundry, where they seemed to get them cleaner than anyone else. Others regularly patronized Pablo Ortiz, the Mexican blacksmith. His prices were lower, and it was generally known that he did better quality work than the blacksmith in the white part of town. This was where Charlie Redeye made his first stop.

Charlie walked the stolen horse to the blacksmith and said, “Howdy. I have good horse to sell. You buy.”

Pablo was six feet tall, a solid strong man of thirty. He made a decent living working hard to feed his wife and five children. He wore a heavy leather apron that didn’t hide the muscles that glistened through the sweat of his shoulders and arms. Pablo was strong enough to pick up and move his anvil without help.

His dark eyes shifted from his work over the hot forge. Looking Charlie up and down, he shook his head. “I don’t buy stolen horses.”

“Not stolen,” Charlie insisted.

“Show me the bill of sale,” Pablo replied.

Charlie grunted and turned away, taking the horse with him.

Making his way down to a nearby saloon, he tied the horse to a hitching post outside and took off the saddle. He’d already removed what was of value to him from the owner’s saddle bags. He found a pawn shop and got money for the saddle.

Charlie returned to the Mexican saloon, where they served him whiskey. He bought a bottle and sat at a corner table, drinking and trying to work out what his next move ought to be.

*****

Her body wearied and sore from hours spent in the saddle, The Tequila Kid looked down at Oak Creek from atop a local hill. She said, “It sure has grown a heap since I was here last. Does your aunt live in the town, Button?”

“No. Her and my uncle had a ranch a few miles away. He died, but Aunt Clementine still runs it with a few hired hands.”

“Listen, Button. These boy clothes you have on? I got ‘em for you to wear on the trail, but there’s another reason we have you dressed like that. Right now, it’s better that no one knows you’re a girl. So while we’re around other folks, can you pretend to be a boy for me?”

Arabella was silent, pondering The Kid’s words. Finally she said, in a small voice, “Is it ‘cause of the men who… who killed my family? Are they lookin’ for me?”

“I’m not sure, Button. But it’s best for us to be extra careful, all right?”

The child said, “All right.”

The Kid twisted around in the saddle, giving Arabella a reassuring smile. “Don’t you be scared, though. Most of the bad men are dead, and I promise, no matter what, I’ll keep you safe. Trust me?”

Gazing up at The Kid, Arabella slowly nodded. “I do.”

“Good. Then let’s get ourselves into town. I know somewhere comfy we can bunk down at for tonight.”

Dismounting, The Kid carefully helped Arabella down, then gave her the bedroll and canteens to carry, while she toted the heavy saddlebags and her rifle. She unsaddled the horse and took its bridle off, then left the saddle and saddle blanket and bridle on the ground.

Arabella frowned. “We’re leaving the horse, Kid?”

“She’s most likely stolen anyhow. Law’s awful rough on you if you get caught with another man’s horse. Best just to leave her behind.”

They walked down the hill and entered the street without drawing attention. The sun was just starting to set as they made their way into the deadline side of town. It was mostly quiet, but for the sounds issuing from the saloons and whorehouses. Later that evening, it was sure to get a whole lot rowdier.

The Kid led Arabella behind a Chinese laundry to a small house, where she knocked on the door. A Chinese girl, thirteen years old with a tight silk dress and long black hair to her waist opened the door. Her dark brown eyes twinkled and her face broke into a huge smile.

“Kid!” the girl shouted out. She reached up, threw both arms around The Kid’s neck and kissed her on the mouth.

“Why, is that you, May?” The Kid said, returning the smile after they’d kissed. “My, my. You done growed like a weed. Let me look at you.” The Kid took the girl’s shoulders and spun her around. “What a fine young lady you come to be. How’s Mrs. Lee?”

“Grandmother does very well. She will be delighted to see you.” May said, peering curiously at what she thought was a small boy behind The Kid.

The Kid saw the look and said, “May, this here is Button. We been traveling together for a spell now.”

May made a small bow and said, “Welcome, please, to our humble home, Button. A friend of The Kid is our friend also. Please to follow me.”

They put their gear down and followed May to the entrance of a large room, Arabella holding The Kid’s hand tightly. The Kid doffed her hat and held it in one hand. Arabella saw that and removed hers, too. May raised an eyebrow as Arabella’s long honey blonde hair tumbled down to her shoulders.

Seeing May’s face, The Kid said, “Ain’t had no chance for any barbering.”

A few steps took them into the room. In the light of an oil lamp they could see a very small Chinese woman, wearing a colorful silk robe and slippers. Her snow white hair was in a long braid down the center of her back. She smoked a long stemmed pipe, taking it from her mouth to ask, “Who was at the door, May?”

The Kid took a few steps toward her. “It’s me, Mrs. Lee. Good to see you again.”

The tiny ancient-looking woman swung her head toward the voice, smiling hugely. “Tequila!” Slowly rising from her chair, she embraced the Tequila Kid, who hugged her back. Mrs Lee was only a few inches taller than Arabella, and her head came up to the middle of The Kid’s chest.

“Come sit.” Mrs Lee said. Then she saw the child near The Kid. “Tequila? Is this your son?”

As they seated themselves, The Kid laughed and shook her head. “Shucks, no. I reckon I have a lot to tell you ‘bout, Mrs Lee.”

“May!” Mrs Lee said loudly, clapping her hands. “Get me that bottle in the cabinet, the tall green one. Then bring your sister here.”

“Yes, Grandmother.” May said as she handed the large bottle and two glasses to the old woman, then left the room quickly,

Mrs. Lee carefully pulled the cork from the bottle. “I am told this is the best tequila in the world, my young friend. Please to pour it for us, that we can find out.”

The Kid filled the two small glasses. The women clinked them together, then they drank. The Kid smacked her lips and said, “My compliments, Mrs. Lee. I never had such good tequila. Thank you for this honor.”

“It is very good, I must agree.” Mrs. Lee said, nodding. “I have had it ready here for you. I always hoped you would grace my house again, so that we could drink together once more.” Growing misty-eyed, the old woman took The Kid’s hand and squeezed it tightly. “Tell me, my friend — what brings you here?”

Just as The Kid was parting her lips to speak, May returned — and a younger girl raced from behind her, crying. “Oh, Kid! It is really true, you came back!” The girl ran into The Kid’s arms and hugged the young woman with all her might.

Lifting the child up, The Kid returned the hug, then set her back down again. “Why, goodness me, it’s June! Look at how you growed up. How old are you now?”

May’s little sister June gazed at The Kid with a huge smile. “I’m eight years old.”

The Kid laughed, shaking her head. “I’m surprised you even ‘member me, June. You was just a baby the last time I clapped eyes on you!”

“Wasn’t a baby. I was five. An’ I could never, ever forget you, Kid.” June said, still beaming. She noticed Arabella standing nearby, and her smile quickly became a frown. “Who’s the boy?” asked June, a hint of frost in her voice.

Mrs. Lee clapped her hands smartly. “June! Do not be rude to our guests.”

The child looked properly admonished and hung her head. Turning to Arabella, she said with a bow, “Please accept my humble apology.” Then, under her breath, she added, “Boy,” saying boy like it was a swear word.

If Mrs. Lee noticed her granddaughter’s hostility, she did not let it show. Turning to the older sibling, she said, “May, take Button to the kitchen and feed him. Our guests are tired and hungry.”

Reaching out for Arabella’s hand, May said, “Please to follow me, Button,” and led her from the room.

June was still staring at The Kid, grinning excitedly. The Kid smiled back, drinking in the sight of the little Chinese girl. My goodness, it’s been awhile. She looks just like her big sister did, last time I was in these parts. They’re both prettier than ever, no doubt about that.

Fixing the younger sister with a stern look, Mrs, Lee said, “June, you go with May, help her.”

June began to pout. “Oh, Grandmother, I want to visit with The Kid. It’s been so long!”

The Kid spoke up. “I want to visit with you too, Junebug. But right now, I need to have a grownup talk with your grandmother. You run along now, and we’ll have us a real good visit after, I promise.”

That cheered the young girl. “Okay!” June said, giving The Kid another hug before she ran off after her sister.

Mrs. Lee turned to The Kid. “Now, Tequila,” she began, “You will tell what brings you to Oak Creek. I can see that it is much serious business.”

Taking a deep breath, The Kid began to share her story, beginning with the double murder of Arabella’s little  brother and her grandmother.

Fifteen minutes later, The Kid watched as Mrs. Lee filled their shot glasses with a second round of the fiery liquor. Shaking her head, the aged Chinese woman said, “This is a bad thing, Tequila. Do you think you can catch these men?”

Reaching for her glass, The Kid said, “I’m sure gonna try, Mrs. Lee. Four of ‘em are dead already.” Then she downed the shot.

Mrs. Lee leaned forward in her seat. “If I can help you in this, please say, Tequila. Money, or men to join in your fight — anything I am able to give, I will. What you have done for my family, never will I forget.”

The Kid smiled. “You honor me, Mrs. Lee. There’s but one thing I need, and that’s somewhere for me and Button to lay low for a day or two. It’s been a long, hot day on the trail, and we’re both plumb wore out.”

“As long as you wish, Tequila,” the old woman said. Rising from her seat, she drifted across the room, where she took hold of a dark red velvet bell pull and tugged on it twice. A moment later, May and June rushed back into the room.

“Girls,” Mrs. Lee said, “Make up a pallet in the upstairs room. Tequila and her little friend will stay with us tonight… but for now, they need to rest.”

“Hooray!” June squealed, jumping up and down. As for May, she just smiled, but looked as if she felt more like jumping right along with her little sister.

Once the room was ready, The Kid thanked the girls, then she and Arabella went inside. The Kid undressed. Arabella, now barely awake, kicked off her shoes and lay down on the pallet, clothes and all.

Just as The Kid removed the last of her things, there was a soft knock at the door. The Kid opened it, only to find a wide-eyed May, staring at the naked young woman before her. Arabella had been looking at The Kid’s bare butt — now she took in the expression on May’s face, liking what she saw.

May came in the room, closing the door behind her. “You are more beautiful than I remember,” she said with a shaky voice, her eyes traveling from The Kid’s taut breasts and hard nipples to her hard flat abdomen, down to her sparse patch of pubic hair and the moist labia just below.

As she watched this, Arabella recognized a hunger in the Chinese girl’s eyes that mirrored her own desires. She found herself feeling much more awake than she had a moment ago.

Another soft knock at the door. The Kid smiled and said, “Bet that’s your little sister, huh?”

May turned to open the door, revealing June, who was wearing her nightgown. She couldn’t see The Kid, who was standing behind the door. “What are you doing?” June asked May.

May glanced at her younger sibling. “Grandmother sent me to take The Kid’s clothes, so they can be cleaned in the morning.”

“Let me in!” June demanded, and pushed her way into the room. Her eyes widened at the sight of The Kid’s nudity, then she spied Button, sitting on the pallet. “Hey!” she scowled. “How come that boy is in here when you don’t have any clothes on?”

“Hush!” May snapped at her sister, then turned back to The Kid, “We will need to take Button’s clothes with us, also. Shall we wait outside while he undress?”

The Kid moved past the two sisters and pushed the door shut. “Girls,” she began, “I gotta let you in on a secret. It’s a matter of life or death that you don’t tell no one what I’m ‘bout to show you. Promise me?”

The girls looked from The Kid to Button and back again. May very solemnly said, “Yes. My sister and I will keep your secret.”

The Kid knelt down by Arabella and murmured, “We need to get your clothes off.” She began to slowly undo the buttons of the cotton shirt, gradually revealing her bare chest. May and June watched in puzzlement.

Casting the shirt aside, The Kid unfastened the pants Arabella wore, sliding them down her thin legs. “Step out, Button,” she murmured, and the child obliged. Now she wore nothing but boy’s drawers. The Kid took hold of these, then slowly tugged the underwear down to Arabella’s ankles.

The Chinese sisters stared at the ten-year-old white girl, standing naked before them.

“He’s a girl!” an awed June whispered. “But I don’t understand. Why’s he look like a boy?”

The Kid explained the situation to the sisters — not all the details, just enough so that they understood why Button needed to pass as a boy for awhile.

“I like you a lot better now, Button.” June said, feasting her eyes on the the ten-year-old’s nudity. She turned to The Kid. “Remember, you said we could have a nice visit, Kid. Can we have it now? Please?”

Amused as well as aroused, The Kid looked at the eight-year-old, now shifting excitedly back and forth with a hand clutching herself between her legs. She turned to the thirteen-year-old sister. “What do you think, May?”

“Grandmother now asleep, and it is not so late. If you are not too tired, this would be a very good time to visit, please.” May said, her voice quivering with excitement. Glancing at Arabella, she added, “Does Button wish to join us, Kid? She would be very welcome to.”

Rather than reply, The Kid sat down on the sleeping pallet, drawing Arabella between her thighs, where the little girl sat with her legs spread wide. The two sisters stared at the smooth cleft of her sex. As they watched, their eyes widened even further as The Kid began to fondle her young lover.

“Let me see how you’ve grown, May,” The Kid said, her fingers dancing over Arabella’s flat chest, toying with  the child’s hard pink nipples.

May unbuttoned her dress, let it slide to the floor and stepped out of it. She wore no underthings and stood naked, smiling bashfully at The Kid.

Arabella and The Kid were spellbound by the nude girl. May’s shoulders were strong, yet feminine. She had small but flawless breasts, capped by dark nipples that stood out proudly, asking to be touched and kissed. Her waist was narrow, accenting the slight flare of her hips. Her legs were long and lithe. A small triangle of black pubic hair stood above her bare thin labia.

Arabella was enthralled by the sight of the older girl’s sex. “You are beautiful,” she breathed.

“What about me? I am grown up too!” said June. Snatching at the bottom of her nightgown, she pulled it up over her head and threw it aside, leaving her as bare as the rest. She posed next to her sister, displaying her nakedness. “See? I am a big girl now, Kid.”

The Kid licked her lips. The eight-year-old was wiry, most of her baby fat gone except for the slight roundness of her face. June’s chest was flat but her tiny brown nipples were visibly erect. Her slit was bare, like Arabella’s, and already moist.

“Well now, June,” The Kid said, “How ‘bout you come here and kiss me.”

With a whoop of joy, June raced to The Kid, kneeling next to her on the pallet. She pressed her mouth to the young woman’s in a heated kiss, her tongue darting between The Kid’s lips.

The Kid lay back, taking June along with her, reaching down to cup the little girl’s bottom as their kiss deepened.

Still seated between The Kid’s spread legs, Arabella frowned, feeling an unexpected surge of jealousy at the sight of her lover, suddenly taken away from her by this other girl — the same one who had been so rude to her earlier.

A soft hand touched her shoulder, and Arabella turned to see May, now kneeling next to her, wearing nothing but a dazzling smile. “I have taught my little sister how to kiss well, yes?”

Arabella felt herself blush. “Y-yes,” she stuttered.

“It is nice to watch,” May continued. “It is also nice to do. Shall we do, Button?”

Reaching out, Arabella wrapped her arms around May’s neck and pulled the older girl down on top of her. They kissed — Arabella bringing her tongue into play first, May quickly meeting and matching the child’s ardor.

Breaking away, May said, “Move your legs far open for me, Button, and I will show you something good that I do with my sister.”

Arabella did as the Chinese girl asked, and May leaned away from her, spreading her thighs apart, then moving forward until her sex was pressed snugly against Arabella’s smooth slit. “Now push into me!” May gasped, arching her back.

The little girl began to move, grinding herself into May, loving the way their cunts seemed to kiss like mouths. They fell into a steady rhythm that soon grew fast and frantic. “Oh. Oh. Oh! Oh!” Arabella cried, thrilled beyond measure by the hot, slippery friction she and May were generating.

The Kid rolled over to the other pallet with June, laying the eight-year-old down on her back. She wandered up and down the girl’s smooth perfect body several times, adorning it with kisses before finally letting her tongue work its magic on June’s vulva.

“Oh, Tequila,” the child whimpered, a few happy tears spilling from her eyes, “I — I love you…”

Glancing over at June, May said, “It is good, sister?” But by then The Kid was nursing on June’s tiny clitoris, and the little girl could only reply with soft little coos, sighs and moans.

Arabella was watching The Kid pleasure the little girl with her mouth and very much enjoying the sight, her feelings of jealousy all but forgotten. Noting her partner’s interest, May smiled at Arabella and said, “Let me do that same to you, Button.”

May moved to the other side of Arabella, making sure that the child’s view of the other two would not be blocked. She positioned her body with her head pointing toward Arabella’s feet, then bent down to explore the young white girl’s vulva with her mouth. It was smooth and clean, so much like her sister’s, with a taste that was just as delicious, though very different. May pressed her tongue into Arabella’s vagina deeply as she could, wanting more.

Arabella shut her eyes tightly for a few heartbeats, enjoying the touch of the older girl’s lips and tongue. When her eyes drifted open again, she saw June, watching her get licked by May. Somehow that excited her all the more, being observed by her partner’s little sister. Glancing down at her own sex, now covered by May’s sucking mouth, Arabella had to agree that it was an amazing sight.

Then Arabella looked to the other side and saw May’s wet pussy, now within her reach. Extending a shaky hand, she began to explore the thirteen-year-old’s moist pussy lips, opening the juicy slit with her fingertips. This caused May to moan into Arabella’s vagina. That, in turn, sent the most delicious feeling through Arabella — and she suddenly felt the need to taste her new lover.

Pulling at May’s thigh, she coaxed the older girl into straddling her face. Arabella sampled May’s juices from her fingers and, liking the flavor very much, began to kiss and lick her pussy.

A moment later, May shifted her attention to Arabella’s clitoris, and the younger girl quickly followed suit. As they eagerly licked lick each other’s clits, May began to fondle Arabella’s bottom — so of course, the ten-year-old had to mirror the actions of her Chinese lover.

Soon the child was copying every move made by the young woman. When May touched Arabella’s anus, she did the same to May. Before long, the girls were fingering each other’s bottom holes, a pleasure that Arabella had not yet experienced.

Meanwhile, June had reached her climax and lay resting, watching her sister and the white girl make love. The Kid was watching, too. She was on her knees, one hand gliding over June’s babyish body, the other hand working frantically between her legs.

Arabella was next to come, with May’s orgasm hitting just a moment later. The Kid had her orgasm, then the four of them all laid together quietly, exchanging caresses and tender kisses.

May soon noticed that her little sister was sleepy. “I am sorry we can not stay here with our friends this night,” she said, “but June and I must be in our beds tomorrow.” Rousing her drowsy sibling, she put June’s nightgown back on her, then gathered up her own clothes. Still naked, she whispered, “Good night,” and left the room with June in tow.

The Kid lay back and closed her eyes, at perfect peace with the world. Suddenly she opened them again, looking down between her legs to see little Arabella nestled there, the girl’s mouth grazing her cunt. Their eyes met — and then Arabella was licking The Kid’s pussy, determined to bring her companion to one more orgasm.

In a matter of moments, she did just that. Then the two lovers slept, cuddled together.

*****

A heavy hand fell on Charlie Redeye’s shoulder as he slumped at his table in a dimly lit corner of the saloon.  Charlie heard a gravelly voice say, “I’d just ‘bout given up on you, Redeye.”

A huge man with a flat nose and big mustache pulled a chair up to the table. The chair groaned like a whipped dog when the big man sat down, and Charlie wondered how long it would bear the man’s weight before breaking.

Not long enough, for Frank Sims’ only further words were, “Finish your drink. Then you’re comin’ with me.”

A couple more inches remained in Charlie’s bottle, but he knew without asking that Sims wouldn’t let him stay long enough to empty it. Downing the contents of his glass, Charlie rose from his seat with a sigh. They exited the bar, the big man leading the way.

Sims took Charlie past the deadline to the white side of town, traveling through back alleys so they wouldn’t be seen. Soon, he led Charlie up a back enclosed stairway to a plush office.

The big man opened a door, then led Charlie inside, where a man sat behind a big desk. His long black hair was greased back, and he sported a neatly trimmed mustache. He smiled at Charlie, but his slate-gray eyes were ice cold.

“Have a seat, Mr. Redeye.” the man behind the desk said. “It’s nice to meet you. My name is Ramses Kingsley.” He stood up. He was six feet tall, of medium build, wearing an immaculately tailored black suit with a gold and black vest, a snow-white shirt and black string tie. Kingsley’s nose was straight and smallish. His face handsome and his smile of perfect white teeth led you away from his eyes and their sinister gaze.

He offered his hand, which Charlie shook, and they both sat down. “Of course, you’re well acquainted with my business associate, Mr. Frank Sims.” Charlie looked back over his shoulder, where Sims filled the doorway with his arms crossed. Charlie grunted and turned back to the desk.

“Would you care for a drink, Mr. Redeye?” Kingsley asked as he filled two short crystal glasses from a cut glass decanter. He held one out to Charlie who downed it with one swallow.

Charlie licked his lips. It was far smoother than the cheap rotgut he was used to. He glanced longingly at the decanter, hoping for a refill — instead, Kingsley opened a humidor on his desk, tilting it toward Charlie, who plucked a cigar from the box.

Charlie put it in his pocket and said, “I smoke it later.”

That smile appeared again. “Why, yes, of course, Mr. Redeye. Enjoy it any time you like.” said Kingsley. “Now, then. How did you make out on your assignment?”

“I find Tequila Kid.”

“Excellent. And she is very dead now, we trust…?”

Charlie stared down at the floor, his heart pounding. Finally he looked at Kingsley and said, “I had her trapped, asked her questions, but she got away from me.”

Kingsley’s eyes grew colder. “So I assume you don’t have the gold, either?” he asked, still smiling.

Charlie shook his head. “No gold. But I find two dead men.”

“Very well. And finally, your main task. Did you find the little girl?”

“Kid found the girl, carried her to the waterhole. She died there. There was a grave, but some animal take the body. Nothing left now but this.” Charlie opened his saddle bag, pulled out the tattered dress and underclothes and placed them on the desk.

Ramses Kingsley poked at the clothes with a pencil, lost in thought. Finally he looked up and said, “Very well, Mr. Redeye, here is the money you were promised.” Taking a fat roll of bills from his coat, he slowly counted out five hundred dollars, then placed it on the desk before Charlie Redeye.

Charlie picked up the cash and stuffed it in his front pocket. “Thanks, Mr. Kingsley. You want any more tracking done, send for me.”

Kingsley stood up and so did Charlie. Frank Sims opened the door and Kingsley took Charlie to the back stairs, pausing to shake his hand. “I’ll contact you if I need your services again. Goodnight.”

Eager to get away, Charlie shambled down the stairs. When he reached the door at the bottom, he heard Kingsley say, “Oh, by the way, Mr. Redeye?”

Charlie turned just in time to see Kingsley’s gun drawn from its holster like lightning. An instant later, a bullet drilled through the half-breed’s heart — and he fell, dead before his body hit the floor.

Without a word, Sims and Kingsley went down the stairs. Bending down, Kingsley deftly removed the five hundred dollars from Charlie’s shirt pocket. Handing one of the bills to Sims, he murmured, “Mr. Sims, take this piece of trash and dispose of it.”

Sims nodded and picked up the body like it was nothing, heaving it over his broad shoulder. Kingsley opened the door for him, then closed it and went back to his office.

Once behind the desk, he poured himself a drink, lit a cigar, then sat for a long while thinking — wondering where the Tequila Kid was, if the little girl really was dead, and if The Kid had his gold.

That little bitch is turning out to be a real nuisance, Kingsley told himself, the tip of his smoke flaring an angry orange.

It’s right over there: Chapter Seven!