Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

Note to Readers: We’re finally resuming this story, but because it’s been over a year now since the most recent chapter (#14) was published, I’d like to suggest, as I did with Two Moms, that you go back and read at least three or four previous chapters leading up to this new one to remind yourself how we got to this point. Perhaps even better, you could start all over from the beginning, though of course that’s up to you. Either way, I hope you’ll like where we go from here!

We prepared and enjoyed a nice spaghetti dinner, with the adults and I drinking a couple of glasses of red wine, then had our ice cream, and then it was time to resume teaching the girls. Although the meal was very good, and the dessert even better, everyone seemed eager to return to the things we’d been doing earlier — if not more than that.

So, after Kay quickly loaded and started the dishwasher, we marched back upstairs to her bedroom, three women, a teenager, and four preteen girls, all gloriously naked.

I felt some urgency now because while we were cleaning up, Donna had informed us that she and her kids would have to leave in a couple of hours. Her husband had played golf that afternoon with his business partners and then went out to dinner with them. She said he probably would be home by around 10:00, if not before, and he didn’t like it if they weren’t there. Which meant we had no time to waste.

On the other hand, I wasn’t going to rush the instruction. We already had agreed that our lovely Saturday sessions would become a regular thing, occurring each weekend unless something else preempted it. There should be plenty of time over the weeks and months ahead to cover everything I intended my young students to learn, to see everything I wanted to see. I hoped my parents would understand, that my mom wouldn’t give me a hard time about spending all my Saturday nights sleeping over at Kay’s house. But that was something to worry about later. Right now I had a job to do.

As we entered the big bedroom, I’d told them not to get on the bed yet but to form a circle, standing in order of age. Addison was the youngest, at nine years old, then came Felicity, then Cherise, both ten, and then Heather, who was twelve. I was next, at sixteen, followed by Danielle, Kay, and finally Donna. I didn’t ask the women to reveal their ages, but I knew all three were in their thirties.

Anyway, we stood in our little circle there, and it was rather nice gazing around at the assortment of nude feminine bodies, some very young and some older, some taller or shorter, thinner or curvier, and so on. We even had blondes, brunettes, and redheads, a pleasing variety. And that was sort of the point, as I explained.

“Before dinner,” I began, “we took some time to carefully look at each other’s bodies. You saw then, and you can see now, how different everyone is. Each of us, each woman and each girl, has their own appearance, a unique shape, but they’re all beautiful in their own way. Right?”

No one said anything, but I got nods of agreement all around.

“Now I want you to look especially at their mouths, at their lips. Notice again how each person’s mouth has a slightly different shape. It might be a little wider or a little smaller, with the lips fuller or maybe not so full. You can see those differences if you look closely — and you can feel the differences too, when you kiss, which is what we’re going to do next.”

That brought smiles and a few giggles.

“We had some kissing lessons over the past few weeks with Cherise and Addison, and I think they’ve practiced quite a bit on their own in between, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, we have,” Addison nodded cheerfully. “I love kissing.”

Cherise grinned and squirmed, adding, “Me too.”

Looking at our newer students, Felicity and Heather, I said, “How about you two? Have you ever done any kissing like that, real kissing, I mean, with other girls? Or maybe with boys?”

Heather wrinkled her nose. “Eww, not with boys, no way.”

“Yeah, not with boys,” said her little sister.

“Well, with girls, then? Or with women?”

When I mentioned women, Heather immediately looked toward her mother, Donna. The girl blushed and licked her lips. “Umm, not with women,” she told us. “But I’ve, like, kissed other girls, y’know, at sleepovers and stuff. And me and Felicity, sometimes we do it too.”

“You kiss each other?” I inquired.

“Uh-huh,” said Heather.

With a shy smile, Felicity said, “I like kissing. It’s nice.”

I noticed Donna breathing hard as she listened to this, her large chest rising and falling. She flexed her fingers, apparently making an effort not to begin touching herself yet.

“Have you kissed any other girls,” I asked Felicity, “besides your sister?”

“Yeah. I mean, Addison and Cherise, both of them. And some of my other friends too, like Heather said, whenever we have sleepovers.”

“That’s good, so you both have some experience at it. Now I’d like us to do this exercise, though, to make sure you’ve learned everything you need to know about kissing.”

I rearranged the group, placing Heather and Felicity, the slender young blondes, side by side next to the bed, facing toward the rest of us. They made quite a pair, Felicity mostly flat-chested and still hairless, her sister with those alluring small round boobies and a bit of light-colored fuzz at her crotch. Seeing them like that made me want to play with myself too, but I resisted and went on with my teaching.

“Each of us will kiss the two of you, one at a time. When we do that, you should start by simply looking very very closely at the other person for several seconds, at their mouth and their lips. Do this like a meditation, trying to become one with your partner’s mouth, okay?”

The sisters nodded. They’d become familiar with these techniques, with the practice of mindfulness, through our yoga lessons.

“After you’ve reached a point of oneness,” I said, “you can close your eyes and kiss their lips. But take it slow. Keep your mouth closed at first, just lips on lips. Breathe and feel… breathe and feel. Then you can open your mouths and play with each other’s tongues. Try to notice the differences, how every woman or girl has her own style, her own taste and scent. They might even make little sounds when you’re kissing them. You never know what will happen.”

I paused briefly, providing an opportunity for feedback, and was pleased, though not surprised, that Donna expressed no reluctance at the prospect of kissing her daughters in what she had to know would be a highly sensual, perhaps even sexual way. So I forged ahead.

“We’ll go in order of age. Addison, you’ll be first, then Cherise, then me, and then the moms, with Donna at the end.”

Addison stepped up in front of Felicity. The naked girls, nine and ten years old, stood very close, almost nose to nose, gazing at one another’s mouths for a few seconds. Then they closed their eyes and began to kiss.

I heard a sigh from Donna, “Mmmm…” and glanced over at her. The woman had both hands between her legs, not fully masturbating, just massaging her vulva. Next to Donna, Kay was caressing her own breasts, fondling the stiff nipples. Danielle was the only one not touching herself yet. But she smiled and winked at me, licking her lips.

Returning my attention to the kids, I found Felicity and Addison deeply engaged in kissing. While giving instruction, I hadn’t said whether or not they were allowed to touch, so evidently they’d assumed they weren’t supposed to. The girls were, however, leaning against one another as they kissed and tongued, pressing their little chests together while their arms hung at their sides. It was an intensely erotic sight.

“Okay,” I told them after a minute or so, “that’s great, you guys. Excellent job. Addison, you can move to Heather now. And Cherise, you go to Felicity. But remember, meditate on their mouths first before you start to kiss.”

Soon we had two sets of young girls in front of us, eagerly kissing. Although I’m sure they tried their best to follow my directions, it was obviously difficult for them to hold back for long, to take it slowly. The delicious pleasure of feminine mouth on mouth with tongues playing was just too tempting.

And that was fine with me. I loved seeing them kiss and it was clear that their mothers did as well. I heard moans and sighs and murmurs of approval from all three women, and I could also smell their arousal. Both Kay and Donna were openly masturbating, fingers sliding through their juicy folds, while Danielle held her small tits in her hands, pinching and pulling those long brown nipples.

“All right, that’s good,” I said to the kids. My voice was shaky. I was totally turned on even though I hadn’t been touching myself. “I’ll kiss — um, I mean, I’ll start with Felicity, being one with her, and Cherise, you do the same with Heather.”

After wetly kissing two girls, Felicity was clearly warmed up. It was all she could do, I could tell, not to just grab me right away. To her credit, she made a good effort, getting her breathing somewhat under control while studying my lips and my mouth.

She was six years younger than me and about seven inches shorter. I smiled at the pretty blonde, waited a more few seconds, then slowly bent down, bringing my face close. But just before my lips met hers, I had an instant of realization, a moment of clarity, seeing exactly what was taking place.

I was about to kiss a young nude girl, a fourth grader — and I was doing this in front of the child’s mother, with her permission and her encouragement! The woman had asked me to do this. She wanted me to kiss her daughter, to make love with her, to fuck the little girl while she watched!! How did I ever get so lucky?

That moment of lucid thought quickly vanished when I felt Felicity’s lips on mine. Oh my god, so unbelievably wonderful. Pre-teen girls may not be the most expert at kissing, but they’re just so soft, so tender and fresh. I adore kissing them.

The only real problem was our height difference. I’d wanted to rub my chest on Felicity’s the way we’d seen the girls doing before, but since I had to bend over a bit to kiss her, it didn’t quite work. This did, however, give me another idea.

When Felicity and I finished, and when Cherise and Heather were done, I said, “You know what? It might be better, I think, if we have you guys, Heather and Felicity, get on the bed now, okay? That’s right, all the way up there… and lie down on your backs. Good, perfect. Because, you know, since the adults are taller, it’ll be easier like this.”

Obviously, of course, it not only would be easier, but sexier too!

I crawled onto the bed, lying on top of Heather. After hesitating briefly, Danielle followed my lead, lying fully on top of little Felicity. I smiled at the woman, and said, “Okay, let’s start.”

Heather looked into my eyes, then down at my mouth and my lips. She swallowed, licked her own lips, then closed her eyes. I gently lowered my mouth to hers and we kissed.

Technically, I suppose, we weren’t touching — that is, we weren’t using our hands, though our bodies were in delicious contact. I rubbed my chest against the girl’s as our tongues played together. Next to me, I could hear Danielle moaning while Felicity made little whimpering sounds. But I didn’t open my eyes to see what they were doing, just concentrated on the spectacular pleasure of kissing a naked twelve-year-old.

Finally, after I’m not sure how long, I summoned enough discipline to stop, to take my mouth from Heather’s, ending our deep wet kiss.

“All right, uh,” I panted, getting to my feet, “now the next two pairs… Danielle and Heather, and, um, Kay and Felicity.”

Before she could get on the bed, Kay had to remove her fingers from her cunt. She’d been fucking herself, and as she raised her right hand to her mouth, we all could see how wet and gooey her fingers were. Kay sucked and licked them, grinning at us, then climbed on top of Felicity.

Donna was masturbating as well, but just rubbing her clit with one hand while holding a tit in the other, squeezing the nipple. “This is really great,” she whispered to me, hoarsely. “I’m so glad you talked me into it.”

I patted her shoulder. “I am too.”

On the bed, the women were kissing the two young girls. Close to them, one on either side, knelt Addison and Cherise. I hadn’t told them to get up there, but they had. The kids were leaning in close to their moms, watching them kiss their friends.

Danielle, I noticed, wasn’t moving her body very much, keeping her focus mainly on kissing. With Kay, however, it was quite a different story. She was not only rubbing her breasts and nipples on Felicity’s chest, but humping her leg at the same time. Although I couldn’t see it from where I stood, I was sure the child’s thigh must be coated with Kay’s pussy goo by now.

After watching for a half-minute or so, I told them it was time to switch again. Kay, breathing heavily, moved over to Heather, with Addison following her across, while Donna got in place on top of Felicity, her youngest daughter. Danielle came to stand beside me, taking my hand in hers and squeezing it. On Danielle’s other side, Cherise stood close, clutching her mother’s arm.

“Remember, take it slow,” I said, trying to get in at least a bit of instruction, “do your meditation, becoming one, before you start kissing.”

Maybe they did that, and maybe they didn’t, although it really didn’t matter much. Just as I’d reminded myself more than once that teaching yoga had to be my highest priority during our Tuesday and Thursday classes, here our true aim was sex and physical pleasure with teaching only secondary to that.

It didn’t take long. Soon the women were kissing the girls like crazy, sucking at their lips and shoving their tongues inside those sweet young mouths. Again, Kay was eagerly humping, this time on Heather’s leg, while Donna was doing the same thing with Felicity.

Oh my god, that was so amazing — to see a mom kissing her little girl that way and humping the child, obviously so full of desire. Could this lead to something more, maybe to them going all the way? I hoped it would!

I brought my free hand to my crotch, rubbing my clit. Then I saw that Addison was masturbating too, tickling her pussy as she knelt on the bed and watched. She was huffing and puffing, her face turning red. It looked like she was almost ready to come.

Donna and Kay were moving faster now, sliding their wet pussies up and down on the girls’ thighs, and even with their mouths still engaged in kissing I could hear them groaning passionately. Would they reach climax?

It turned out they didn’t — but Addison certainly did, and in fact that was what broke the spell.

When the nine-year-old came, squealing loudly then flopping down on her side with both hands clamped between her legs, this got the attention of the women. Their kissing and humping ended, and it was time for Donna to move to Heather.

Kay slid off the bed somewhat shakily and immediately sat in a chair, wiping sweat from her brow, trying to catch her breath. Addison remained curled in a fetal position, her eyes tightly shut, body still shuddering occasionally.

Before leaving Felicity, Donna gently kissed her lips one more time, murmuring, “I love you, sweetie.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

As Donna shifted over, Felicity turned onto her side, facing her big sister and her mother, watching as they nuzzled their noses, then began to kiss.

I was watching too, of course, and playing with myself, massaging my clit. It was a deliciously erotic sight, and what made it even more exciting was when we saw Donna reach down for a moment to tug Heather’s legs apart then settle herself in between them. Now when the woman resumed grinding, it was no longer on the the girl’s thigh but pussy to pussy, like she was fucking her!

I felt a warm hand on my arm, heard a quiet but urgent voice in my ear. It was Kay, standing close beside me.

“This is so incredibly hot,” she said. “Could I, um, do that with Addison next?”

After turning and gazing at the woman for a moment, I said, “But I thought you didn’t want to have sex with her, with your own child.”

Kay shook her head. “That’s not sex. It’s just kissing.”

I nodded, giving her a wry smile. “Uh-huh…”

The wet kissing and energetic grinding continued. Felicity was wide-eyed, her mouth hanging open as she watched the frenzied action between her mom and her sister. I chose to let these two go on a little longer than the others had in hopes that their coupling might end in an orgasm.

Alas, it didn’t. Donna maintained her frantic pace for a while, then gradually slowed down until she was nearly still. She took her mouth from Heather’s, saying to the girl, “I love you, honey.”

“I love you, Mommy.”

There was, of course, one last pairing I wanted to see.

When Donna started climbing off the bed, I said to the blonde sisters, “Okay, so, tell us what it was like. When you were kissing all these different people, did you notice how their lips and mouths were different, how each person felt unique?”

Heather pushed herself up partway, leaning on her elbows. She smiled and shrugged. “Well, sort of. Except sometimes I got, you know, just too involved to really think about stuff like that.”

“Yeah, me too,” agreed Felicity, blushing. “But I liked doing it.”

“That’s fine. I mean, it’s no problem if all those feelings got you kind of carried away. It’s understandable. Anyway, before we go on to the next thing, let’s have the two of you show us what you’ve learned by kissing each other now.”

The girls grinned at one another, giggling.

This gave me the chance to turn to Kay, and say quietly, “Next week, if you’re still up for it, we’ll do what you wanted to do. But tonight, before Donna has to leave, there’s some other stuff first, all right?”

“Sure, of course,” she nodded. “Anything you say is fine.”

Hmm, I wondered, anything, really? Probably not, but it sure was nice to think about.

Meanwhile Felicity and Heather had arranged themselves on the rumpled bed with the older girl on top. Addison was just behind them, sitting cross-legged, while their mother, it turned out, had never left the bed and was leaning in close to watch her daughters kiss.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Donna whispered. She licked her lips hungrily, almost as if she was the one doing the kissing, which of course she had been just a few minutes earlier.

The rest of us, Danielle and Cherise, Kay and I, moved as near as we could but remained standing. I was rubbing myself, stroking my clit, and Kay was masturbating too. Danielle still held Cherise’s hand, but the other was at her own breasts, pulling and twisting her erect nipples.

Then I had an idea, an extremely dirty one.

Quickly I crawled onto the bed, moving down by Heather’s feet. On hands and knees I leaned in, my face low, getting a very good view. Oh my god, so hot! I couldn’t see the sisters’ mouths from there so I couldn’t watch them kissing — but I could see their perfect little girl pussies.

Heather had her knees pulled up, legs spread apart, while Felicity’s slender legs were open very wide, her thighs outside her sister’s knees. This meant I could look right inside both girls! I could see absolutely everything.

Heather’s vagina gaped open. She was very wet, shiny and pink, practically dripping. Then I looked at Felicity. I could easily see her sweet little vagina and I also could see an intact hymen, something Heather didn’t have.

I rubbed myself faster as I stared at the sisters, studying their pussies. I could feel that exquisite tension mount within me, higher and higher, until I was almost ready to come.

Just then I heard Donna grunting loudly. I glanced up for a second to see that she was climaxing. And when I thought about that, when I realized that I was watching a mom masturbate to orgasm right in front of her young daughters, that pushed me over the top. I came very hard.

On to Chapter 16!