Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Purple Les

The Tequila Kid was up early Sunday morning. She’d left Arabella sleeping peacefully while she had gone to bathe. Now clad in a silk robe and slippers, left for her by May, she sat at the kitchen table with Mrs. Lee sipping tea.

Mrs. Lee said, “Oak Creek is a much better place since you were here last, Tequila.”

“Is Polly still here?” The Kid asked as she sipped her tea.

Scratching a match on the wooden table, Mrs. Lee lit her pipe. “Polly, she now owns and runs the only whorehouse in the white part of town. It’s a beautiful house, close to city limits. The best part is, she send all her laundry here. I make a lot of money from her. Just the sheets and towels enough to make me rich.” She cackled with laughter, then took a long pull from the pipe.

“I sure would like to talk to her.”

“Well, Tequila, you get your chance today. Polly come every Sunday to pay me. She make much money on Saturday, so she pay me today.”

May came into the kitchen, freshly bathed and dressed. She hugged her grandmother, then The Kid, before sitting down with her own cup of tea.

“June and Button still sleep?” Mrs, Lee asked May.

“Yes, Grandmother.”

“After you have tea and breakfast, you get them up to take bath and get dressed.”

“Yes, Grandmother.” May answered.

Placing a brown paper bundle on the table, The Kid asked, “Can this be cleaned and pressed up for me by tomorrow? I’ll pay extra.”

Mrs. Lee frowned, shook her head. “Your money is no good here, Tequila. For the woman who save me and my granddaughters’ lives, I will always be in your debt.”

“Much obliged, Mrs, Lee,” The Kid said, staring down at her teacup, “Just wish I’d been able to save your daughter and son-in-law, too.”

May felt a twinge of sadness as she remembered how wild the town had been when she was younger, when her parents had been murdered. It had been an especially dangerous time for her family, the town cursed by a pack of vicious white men who hated “slit-eyes,” and would seize upon any opportunity to attack, even murder the Chinese residents of Oak Creek. She recalled all the killings that had taken place until The Kid had come to town and put an end to the gang.

Mrs. Lee squeezed The Kid’s hand and said, “Better a diamond with a flaw than a pebble without one.”

There was a knock. Mrs. Lee said, “May, answer door, please.”

May went to the door, opened it and bowed, then said, “Please to come in, Miss Polly.”

The Kid heard a familiar voice, one that made her smile. “Why, thank you, May. My, you are more beautiful every time I see you.”

A tastefully well dressed woman stepped in and said, “Good morning, Mrs. Lee. I hope this is a good time to pay.”

Mrs. Lee gave a snort of laughter. “Any time you give me money is always good time.” Then she turned to May. “You go take care of children now, please.”

“Yes, Grandmother.” May said, as she left to wake the two younger girls.

When Polly saw the other woman sitting at the table, she dropped her purse to the floor. “My goodness! Tequila!”

The Kid stood up and Polly flung her arms around her, hugging the young woman as hard as she could. Polly pushed The Kid back and said, “By golly. Look what a beauty you are now. When you was here last, you was just a…” She searched her mind for words, then laughed and finished with, “You were just a kid.” Her eyes grew moist and she added, “Just a kid who helped to save this town and the good folks in it.” Then she kissed and hugged The Kid again.

The Kid was blushing awkwardly. She’d never felt very comfortable dealing with praise. “Aw, that was a long time ago. Now, I hear you stepped up some in the world, so Mrs. Lee tells me,” she said, trying to change the subject.

“How ‘bout we have a drink for old times’ sake, and I’ll tell you about it,” Polly said.

“Let us drink now,” Mrs. Lee said, and pointing to the cabinet. “Tequila, will you…?”

“The green bottle, right?” The Kid said with a grin, going to fetch the tequila and three shot glasses.

*****

May awakened June first, went to the other room and woke up Arabella, then took the yawning little girls to  the washroom where a large wooden tub waited, filled with hot water. “Come now, you sleepyheads — get in,” she said.

Shrugging out of her nightgown, June climbed into the tub. Arabella, who had slept nude, joined her new friend in the steaming water.

Armed with a bar of soap and a flannel, May washed the girls from head to toe, taking enormous pleasure from touching and caressing their slippery bodies. Finally, she had them both stand up together and poured a bucket of fresh water over the girls to rinse them off. All the while, June and Arabella were fondling one another and swapping kisses, giggling when their eyes met.

“Now you are both clean,” May announced. “Come out and I dry you.”

The girls emerged from the tub, where May briskly rubbed them down with a thick Turkish towel. “There,” she said when the girls were dry, taking one last long look at their bare bodies. “Now you get into clothes, okay?”

“Can we play first?” June asked her older sister.

May smiled, but shook her head. “Not now, sister. Later on this afternoon, I think yes.” She turned to meet Arabella’s gaze. “Would you like that, Button? To play again later, same like we did last night?”

Grinning eagerly, Arabella said, “Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”

May nodded, “Good. Now we get you both dressed and to breakfast.”

*****

When May came back with the girls, Polly and The Kid went to another room to continue their talk, while Mrs. Lee stayed in the kitchen to help her eldest granddaughter.

“What’s this town like these days, Polly? Can you trust the law in these parts?”

“Well,” Polly began, “Everyone from the mayor on down comes to my house. The mayor and judge are good men. So is our doctor, even if he’s ‘bout the only man in town who don’t go whoring. The sheriff is fine. He’s honest enough, even if he does take a percentage from all the saloons and whorehouses. His deputy’s a good man all around. Married and real honest. He don’t whore around, neither.”

The Kid looked thoughtful. “You look real good, Polly. Still give the men a ride every now and then?”

Polly laughed, “No, Kid. Nobody wants to be with an old woman of thirty-five.”

“Well, you sure don’t look it. Not with that pretty face and fine figure. Besides, some cowpokes like a gal who’s all broke in and rides long and hard.”

Polly laughed again. “Well, you’re the one who had me riding side saddle, so to speak.” She reached for The Kid’s hand. “That’s right, you’re still the only woman I ever been with. I never stopped lovin’  you, either.”

The Kid leaned over and gave Polly a soft kiss on the mouth, then said, “Listen, Polly. Is there a man in this town who’s real tall and big? Got a flat nose and a mustache. Maybe talks with a deep rumble in his voice?”

Polly sighed. “Yeah. That’s Frank Sims. Real bad news. He works for Ramses Kingsley, who’s even worse.”

“Hmm. What’s their deal?”

“Kingsley owns a big part of the town. He’s pretty much kept in his place, but now he plans to run for mayor. He’s got four hired guns, but we haven’t seen ‘em of late. Rumor has it he spends time in Adobe Wells, doin’ some kind of thievery. No one can prove a thing, though. Tell you this — if he gets to be mayor, it’ll be mighty bad here. Why do you ask?”

The Kid stroked her chin. “I think this here Sims fella is a murderer and a thief. If he works for Kingsley, then that just might be the man I’m after.”

Her brow furrowed in concern, Polly placed her hand on The Kid’s arm. “Tequila, it’s best you don’t mess with those two. They aren’t just mean drunk outlaws like you cleared out of here before. Sims is a cold-blood killer — just lookin’ in his eyes, you can tell. As for Kingsley, he’s a natural born shootist. I’ve never seen anyone as fast with his iron as he is. Not even you.”

“Anything else you can tell me about ‘em?”

“You know how much I hate to lose a customer, right? Well, I banned both of them from my house. Sims was too big and rough. All that weight on a girl can kill her. Plus he liked to put his hands on a girl’s throat and squeeze while he’s doin’ the deed. Like to scared one of my best girls out of her wits. Kingsley, he has a big member, and he likes to stick it where the sun don’t shine. I had me a girl who was all right with that, but he hurt her anyways, made her bleed almost to death. They ain’t welcome in none of the houses around town. I don’t know where they go to get their pleasure.”

“And this Kingsley wants to be mayor of Oak Creek, does he? That don’t sound any kind of good.”

Polly shook her head. “I don’t mean to sound like a preacher, but this town is gettin’ big. Lots of families movin’ in. We’ve already got a few brick buildings. Schools and churches and such will be next. Kingsley would ruin all that.”

“You fixin’ on settlin’ down, Polly?”

“No, of course not. Family men is good for my business, that’s all.” Polly answered. She smiled, but her eyes were filled with sadness. She stood up to leave. “Well, I best get back to my house. Will I see you before you leave town?”

“Of course.” The Kid said before she stood and kissed Polly goodbye. “And don’t mention to no one I’m in the area. All right, Polly?”

“Sure, Kid. Please be careful.” Polly said as she placed her hand on The Kid’s face, brushing the young woman’s chin and lips with her thumb. “Y’know, I always did like them tattoos on your chin.”

Drawing close, The Kid gave Polly another kiss, taking the shorter woman in her arms and bending her back. As they kissed more passionately, Polly blindly found the opening of The Kid’s robe and spread it wide open, exposing her bare body. She slipped her arms inside, twining round The Kid to fondle her ass with both hands.

Polly took a step back, holding the robe open wide, drinking in the sight of The Kid’s tight body. She bent down, taking a hard nipple between her lips while her hand found its way between her younger lover’s legs. The Kid’s vagina was moist, and Polly’s finger easily slid inside.

She fucked The Kid for a couple of minutes, then abruptly withdrew her finger. “I can’t wait, God damn it,” Polly said. “I’ve got to taste that sweet pussy of yours.”

Pushing The Kid backwards until she sat down heavily in a large upholstered chair, Polly knelt between her lover’s thighs, spreading them apart. Leaning in, she sucked The Kid’s hard clit into her mouth.

“Dang,” The Kid moaned. “What if s-someone comes in?”

Polly paused long enough to say, “I don’t give a rat’s ass,” and ran her tongue slowly up the Kid’s labia to find her clitoris. She looked up at the younger woman, her eyes gleaming with lust, then drew back — a thin, sparkling string of cunt honey bridging the tip of her tongue and The Kid’s clit.

Licking some of the luscious nectar from her lips, Polly said, in a voice that would melt butter, “Well, Kid… should I stop?”

The Kid’s reply was to guide the woman’s mouth back to her sex.

As Polly nursed at her clitoris, The Kid pictured May and June and Arabella, coming in and watching her get licked. That was enough to make her climax.

Polly sat back, looking at the angelic look on The Kid’s face, then fell into the young woman’s arms and kissed her. The Kid kissed back, tasting her cunt.

Standing up and straightening her clothes, Polly powdered her face with a compact from her purse. “I wish we could get naked and do this thing proper, but I got business to take care of.” She sighed. “It’s always business. Anyhow, see me ‘fore you leave town,” Polly said with a grin, “I’d say that you owe me a good hard ride in a nice, comfy bed. Hear me?”

“I sure do, Polly. Thanks.” The Kid answered standing up and pulling the robe closed. “Listen, I need to ask… is there some way I can meet this judge?”

Polly frowned. Then she sat at the desk and wrote a long note. She handed it to The Kid and said, “He’s in his office in the mornin’, and holds court for whatever from two till five in the afternoon. Just get this note to him and he’ll talk with you.”

“Thanks, Polly. I ‘preciate it.”

“Please don’t do nothin’ foolish, Kid.” Polly said, gently touching The Kid’s arm.

*****

That night the girls, Arabella included, helped Mrs. Lee prepare a big dinner. After they’d eaten and cleaned up, Mrs, Lee and The Kid sat talking over a drink.

“Grandmother?” May asked, “Can we go play in my room?”

“Yes, go play.”

Once in the bedroom, May shut the door. Arabella watched wide-eyed as May and June began to kiss each other. “You like to see us kiss, Button?” May asked the ten-year-old girl. Arabella nodded her head.

“You like to kiss, Button?” eight-year-old June asked teasingly. Again, the little white girl nodded.

“Good,” said May. “We all take turns, kiss each other.”

The three girls stood in a tight circle, swapping kisses. It was a lovely game, both kissing and watching the others kiss, putting their tongues in each other’s mouths, exchanging touches and caresses as they kissed. Soon, all three girls felt a little weak in the knees — and very wet between their legs.

“I have an idea.” said May. “Let us now undress. We will each take off our clothes, then kiss more.”

“What if someone comes in?” asked Arabella, thinking of the girls’ grandmother, “We might get in trouble.”

May wrapped an arm around Arabella. “Do not worry, Button. The adults are busy talking, won’t bother us. Here, let me go first.”

June and Arabella sat on the bed and watched in complete fascination while May slowly disrobed, revealing her more developed body to the two younger girls. Now nude, May did a slow turn to display her charms.

“Now I watch you two,” May said. “Up, both of you!” She sat down on the bed, spread her legs and began to run a finger up and down her slit. “Now,” she instructed, “June, you take off Button’s dress.” The young girls giggled as they did what they were told.

“Good,” May went on, “Now, Button, you take off June’s dress.” She did, then the younger girls watched May masturbate as they stood before her, nude but for their underpants.

“Button, take off June’s underclothes,” May said. She fingered her slit more intently as she watched the white girl undress her baby sister. Soon June stood naked, and both the other girls admired her cute body.

“Now,” May said, a finger in her vagina, “June, you strip Button. Make her bare naked!”

In a moment, June had Arabella’s underthings off.

“Good,” May said, “Now let me watch you kiss.”

June draped her arms around Arabella’s neck, and the girls flowed into each other’s arms, their mouths meeting, tongues mingling. As they kissed, May masturbated frantically, watching them. The younger girls began to touch one another, Arabella moving her hands down the little Chinese girl’s back until she was cupping June’s bottom, while June reached between her new friend’s thighs, tracing the sweet, smooth cleft of Arabella’s vagina with two fingers.

Not wanting to come just yet, May stopped masturbating and shifted herself to the center of the bed, where she began to toy with her small breasts as she watched her sister and Button make love.

“Come over here now, girls, lie with me,” May said. June and Arabella obediently stopped kissing, then joined the older girl on the bed. They both stared at May’s cunt — a dark, dewy slit, adorned by a downy triangle of sparse pubes.

“Now,” May said, “You take turns licking me down there.” June and Arabella glanced at each other and smiled. “June, you lick first,” May ordered.

Arabella watched in awe as the younger sister went down on her big sister. June was taking long, slow swipes with her tongue, making love to May’s cunt. Her little bottom was thrust out, giving Arabella a very good view of June’s slit, as well as the darker jewel of her anus. Arabella licked her lips, wondering what the little girl’s rear hole would taste like.

May interrupted her reverie. “Your turn now, Button.”

Kneeling between May’s parted legs, Arabella kissed, then licked the sweet teen pussy, just like she’d seen June do it. Then she tried licking her the way The Kid favored, with lots of fast flicks of the tongue. That was hard to keep up for very long, so Arabella fastened her mouth to May’s cunt and sucked it, drinking down the warm nectar of the Chinese girl.

June was fingering her own bare slit, her face inches from Arabella’s smooth holes, breathing in the scent of Button’s excitement.

“Oh. Ohhhh!” May moaned, turning her head back and forth and clutching the sheets tightly with both hands. “That is good, Button. Now you lick me more, sister.”

As June’s mouth replaced Arabella’s between May’s spread legs, Arabella reached out to explore June’s wet vulva with her fingers. That made June squeal into May’s pussy, making her big sister come.

May was out of breath, but recovered quickly. Seizing June’s shoulders, she laid the little girl down on her back, then positioned Arabella on top of June, but facing in the opposite direction.

“Lick each other!” May ordered.

June had done this many times before with her big sister, but it was something new to Arabella. Luckily, she caught on quickly. May loved the sight, and fingered herself furiously while she watched.

She also enjoyed viewing Arabella’s tight bare sex, so different from that of her little sister. May placed both hands on the white girl’s rump, slowly spread the cheeks apart, and moved in to lick Arabella’s cunt, then trailed her tongue through the little girls rosebud.

That was enough to make Arabella come, June following close behind.

Three naked girls sprawled out on the bed, bodies cooling as they rested from their labors. After awhile, they rose, washing their bodies from a bucket of cool well water. They dressed, then went out to join the grownups as if nothing special had happened.

The girls played cards with The Kid and Mrs. Lee until bedtime. Arabella could barely keep her eyes open, and The Kid had a sneaking suspicion as to why. As she tucked her little lover in, The Kid said, “Sleep well, Button. We got a big day tomorrow,” before slipping into her own pallet and closing her eyes.

Giddy-up to Chapter Eight!