Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

It certainly was a bad break that this relocation for my father’s job had to occur so soon after I’d happened into such an unbelievable opportunity, all that wonderful sex with four young girls and their moms. Really crummy timing.

On the other hand, we did get at least a tiny bit of good luck during our last week together, which was that Donna’s husband was out of town again, traveling on business. That meant I could stay for dinner after our yoga lesson on Thursday night and everyone else would be there with us too, Danielle and Kay and their kids.

I’d already cleared it with my mom. She wasn’t expecting me home until around 9:00 or so. And I was certain that our group would take full advantage of the precious final few hours we’d have together.

Plus, guess what, I didn’t wait until after dinner to start in on the sexual shenanigans. Nope, I decided this time to break the rule we’d always had about keeping that stuff separate from my legitimate yoga instruction.

Addison had asked about this several weeks earlier, wondering why we couldn’t also include some ‘play’ on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Although it was very tempting for me to give in and do that, I’d tried to explain to her and to the other girls about mindfulness, about the spiritual need I felt to segregate the two activities. They may not have fully understood it, but they accepted what I said. I was the teacher, after all.

Now, however, the teacher had other ideas. I would likely never have another opportunity with them, might never even see these kids or their mothers again for the rest of my life. So, right away I began indulging myself, placing the girls in positions that would best display their luscious young bodies to me, straining against the tight, revealing leotards they wore.

We started with the puppy dog pose, one of our favorites. After a little more stretching, we did the firefly pose, then happy baby. From there, I shifted them to the butterfly pose, then into a straddle split… and that’s when I crossed the line, taking a step over from yoga to sex.

“Keeping your legs spread, move your hands slowly behind you until you’re on your back, hands stretched out over your head.”

With the four girls lying on the floor mats, their legs wide apart, crotches fully exposed, barely covered by the thin material, I said, “Okay, we’re going to do something different now.”

I’d told Donna in advance what I was planning so she wouldn’t be surprised by it. Normally she would watch only part of our exercises, checking in from time to time, but on this special Thursday she’d settled into a nearby chair and wasn’t going anywhere. In fact, she was already rubbing herself, a hand between her legs, stroking her pussy through her slacks as she stared at her daughters and the other kids.

“Put your hands on your tummies,” I told the girls. “Palms down. Gently massage, moving in little circles. Keep doing that. And now move down, slowly, just a little bit lower… lower, inch by inch… that’s right.”

I heard a few giggles. They knew where this was going, and they were happy about it.

“Keep massaging. Find the spot that feels best, that gets you the most excited. Rub yourself there, keep rubbing yourself through your leotard until you feel the moisture coming through, meaning your pussy is nice and wet.”

“Oh my god,” said Donna. “Britt, is it all right if I come?”

“Sure, it’s fine,” I nodded, without looking at her. My eyes were intently focused on the kids, watching them masturbate — which I was doing too, naturally.

In my peripheral vision, I noticed Donna stand up for just a moment and heard a zipper sliding down. Then she was seated again, slacks around her ankles.

“This time, you guys, it’s different,” I said to the girls. “Because this is our last session together, we’re gonna change things up. You can come if you want to, while you’re rubbing yourself, though of course you don’t have to. It’s up to you. But you don’t need to hold back. Let yourself feel everything, and go with it. Go where the feelings take you.”

Even though I’d already done so much more with these kids, licking and fingering and tribbing with them, I found it extremely arousing that afternoon just to watch them play with theirselves. I suppose that was because this was so unusual, a break from our normal routine. Anyway, it didn’t take long until I was right on the edge, feeling that wonderful, jiggly, swirling sensation inside that told me an orgasm was on its way.

By then I’d sat up so I could easily see the little girls, watch everything they were doing. Both hands were between my legs, fingers slippery with pussy goo that had soaked though the thin fabric of my leotard. And I wasn’t the only one who was getting wet. On Cherise’s yellow leotard I noticed a dark spot in the center of the crotch. The same was true with Heather, though her leo was metallic blue. It was all so delicious to see.

To my left, slightly behind me, I heard a loud grunt, and then a series of throaty groans. Donna was climaxing.

“Ooh, yeah, yeah,” Heather whispered. She’d pushed herself to a sitting position and was supporting her weight with one arm, the other hand moving fast between her legs as she watched her mom come.

And that was all I needed. The idea of a twelve-year-old girl seeing her mother masturbate to orgasm was unbelievably erotic. I gasped, clamping both hands over my cunt as the spasms struck. Although my eyes were squeezed shut, I was certain I could hear Heather coming too.

  

For the next half hour we kept at it, rubbing ourselves, watching each other. Everyone came at least once. I enjoyed a second orgasm, as did Heather, and I think Addison came twice as well. Meanwhile, Donna brought herself to climax two or three more times. The woman totally loved playing with her pussy, especially in front of her daughters.

Around 4:30, Danielle showed up, and Kay a few minutes after her. Apparently they’d left work early on this special day. Both moms found seats and almost immediately began masturbating. And that’s when I decided to try something new.

“You guys, let’s do some tribbing, okay?” I said to the kids. “But with your leotards on. I really want to see you do it that way.”

“Mmm, good idea, Britt, so hot,” said Kay.

I got Addison on top of Cherise, and Heather on her sister, Felicity. The women and I watched the girls kiss, rubbing their lovely little bodies against each other. Donna came right away, not surprisingly, but for a while after that no one else did. Then finally Heather started panting, “Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh,” moving faster and faster on Felicity, and a moment later she climaxed.

That pushed me over the edge too. A young girl fucking her sister pussy to pussy until she comes? Yeah, baby. I could watch that all day long.

By then I’d pulled the crotch of my leotard aside and had one finger shoved deep inside my cunt. I could feel the contractions, could feel my hot wet vagina clamping down around my finger. God, I love masturbating. I love orgasms. I love sex!

Even as I was coming, I managed to keep my eyes open enough to see that Addison was groping at Cherise, tugging the girl’s leotard from her shoulders and down her arms. Then she stood up for just a second and quickly stripped her own leo off. When Cherise finished removing hers, the ten-year-olds were both naked.

Addison got back on top and went vigorously to work, rubbing her hairless pussy against the other child’s. Their moms, half-undressed, had left their chairs and were beside the kids on the floor, encouraging them.

“Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck the little girl!” cried Kay.

“Yeah, yeah, do it,” said Danielle. “Do it! Make her come!”

The women were masturbating as they watched, of course, and even though I had just finished coming, I hadn’t stopped rubbing myself. It felt so great, my fat clit gooey beneath my fingers, swollen and throbbing. I never wanted this to end.

Then I saw something else. Felicity had turned her big sister Heather onto her back and was on top now. Heather’s legs were wrapped around her butt, pulling their pussies together. Their mother, Donna, knelt next to them, close to their faces. The woman was nude from the waist down. As I watched, she spread her labia with her fingers, fully exposing her wet vagina to her daughters.

“Look at my fucking cunt,” she urged. “Look at Mommy’s cunt! I’m gonna come for you, come right in front of you!”

As I heard and saw this, another huge climax suddenly surged up from inside. I fell back onto the carpet, overcome with lust. Both hands were between my legs, my thighs squeezed together. Spasms exploded from my center, one after another, so strong and so powerful they literally took my breath away, and finally I blacked out.

  

When I came back to my senses, it was all over. For a while at any rate. The three moms were cuddling with their girls, talking softly, gently caressing, kissing their hair. It seemed more affectionate than sexual — unless you count the fact that everyone was naked, or at least mostly so, and the women’s fingers gleamed with pussy juice as they tenderly stroked their daughters’ cheeks.

“Can we have dinner? I’m hungry,” said Addison.

Kay chuckled, rolling her eyes, and Donna said, “Sure, we can do that. How about hot dogs and potato salad, does that sound good?”

“Yeah!” Addison bounced to her feet, clapping. That kid was always ready to eat.

Before heading for the kitchen, those still wearing any clothes removed them so we could continue our tradition of dining nude. We chatted pleasantly as Donna prepared the simple meal with some help from Kay. Danielle got out the beverages, Cokes for the kids, beer for their mothers. Since I didn’t like beer, I had a Coke too.

While we ate, I fielded questions about the upcoming move. Had I been to Chicago before? I had. What was it like there? A nice enough city, much bigger than Baltimore, but reasonably pretty. It seemed okay. Would I come back to visit? Yes, I certainly hoped I would.

Then Kay asked, as we finished eating, “So what do you have planned for us tonight, Britt? Anything special?”

“No, I, um… I really haven’t thought much about it.”

I felt myself getting choked up. This was our very last time together! But I didn’t want to cry and spoil the mood, so I smiled gamely and said, “I just figured that we’d, you know, sort of play it by ear. See what happens.”

“All right,” Kay nodded.

Donna got up from her chair, one hand holding a large boob, squeezing it and pinching the nipple. “How about if we go upstairs to the bedroom, and see what happens there?”

“Can we help you clean up the kitchen first?” I asked.

“Nah, leave the fucking dishes,” Donna grinned. “I’ll do ‘em whenever.”

Everyone laughed.

  

Two minutes later we were in the master bedroom, and we didn’t waste any time getting started. Kay grabbed Danielle’s hand and dragged her onto the king-size bed, lying on top of her in a 69 position. This would be something new, I realized, the moms actually having full-blown sex right in front of their daughters.

As that was taking place, Donna pushed me onto the bed, on my back, and then quickly climbed over me until she was straddling my face. Holding my head with both hands, the woman shoved her wet, fragrant cunt in my mouth. She rocked back and forth, basically fucking my face, while I did my best to lick her clit or fuck her with my tongue.

Then I felt someone between my legs, licking my pussy. I couldn’t tell who it was at first — my face being completely covered by Donna’s cunt — except I knew it had to be one of the girls. Which one, though, I wasn’t sure. But before long, Donna climaxed, her gooey fluids flooding my mouth and dripping down my cheeks. When she finished coming, she slid off to the side, lying on her back, panting heavily, hands holding her breasts and squeezing the nipples.

At that point I found that it was Heather, the lovely twelve-year-old, between my legs, licking my clit and fucking me with her finger. I also saw Felicity and Cherise beside us, near the foot of the bed, arms and legs entwined, kissing wetly as they rubbed their slender bodies together.

Just on the other side of me, but turned away, Addison was on her knees, watching her mother lick Danielle’s pussy. The little girl’s hand appeared to be moving rapidly, so I assumed she was masturbating, tickling her clit. That idea got me very excited, not to mention the fact that I had another young girl eagerly eating and fucking me. Within moments I came, grabbing Heather’s head and pulling her pretty face tightly against my cunt.

I sort of lost track then of what was going on for a minute or two as I enjoyed a wonderful climax, but when I returned to my senses, I saw that Heather had moved on to join with Cherise and Felicity in a daisy chain, Felicity licking her big sister Heather, with Heather eating Cherise, and Cherise eating Felicity. They were on my right, and on my left, I found that Donna had crawled under Kay and was eating her cunt. Plus, even better, Addison was lying on her back now, happily nursing at her mother’s breast while Kay fondled the child’s hairless pussy.

Before I had much time to enjoy this scene, another woman landed on top of me. It was Danielle. She was in heat, it seemed, consumed with feverish lust, her face dripping with sweat. The beautiful brunette shoved her tongue in my mouth, practically down my throat, while bucking her shaved mound against my bed bush. 

It was an orgy, a wild out-of control lesbian orgy, including the special added attraction of underage girls and incest. Not a bad way for us to spend our final evening together.

With Danielle humping me so insanely, I wasn’t able to reach orgasm right away, but she certainly was. In fact, the woman climaxed twice, not stopping after the first one but continuing to fuck my cunt until she came on me a second time.

I’m not sure which, if any, of the girls in the daisy chain beside us had orgasms. I heard plenty of squealing from them, so there may have been some, but who it was and how many they had I couldn’t tell. On the other hand, there was no doubt about Addison. The darling ten-year-old came at least once with her mother fingering her and as she sucked Kay’s nipple.

Danielle had broken off kissing me by then, putting all her concentration into grinding her way to yet another climax, a third one. As a result, I was able to turn my head and get a good close look at Kay’s fingers, shiny and slippery with her daughter’s juices, stroking the child’s pink clit and sliding inside her tiny vagina. Addison groaned and shuddered over and over again. I don’t how many times her mom made her come, but it sure seemed like a lot. And when Danielle started coming again, I did too finally.

Things get a little hazy in my memory after that, with so many naked bodies on that big bed, shifting all around, moving quickly from position to position, licking and sucking and fucking. Unlike our Saturday adventures, which had mostly been choreographed, this was a free-for-all, everyone doing whatever they felt like doing with whomever they felt like doing it.

I can remember Donna reclining on pillows against the headboard, with her daughters, Heather and Felicity, on either side of their mom, one girl on each tit, hungrily sucking. Donna was rubbing her clit, while Danielle had two fingers inside Donna’s cunt, pumping in and out. At the same time, Kay was eating Danielle while Cherise sucked Danielle’s nipples.

As all that was happening, I was tribbing with Addison, and like Danielle had been earlier, I was in a frenzy. I had zero ability to slow down or do it the right way. The only thing I wanted was to make myself come on the little girl, pussy to pussy. Which I soon did.

And even more perverted than that, the moment I finished with Addison, I realized I needed to fuck her mom. I absolutely had to have them back to back, mother and daughter.

Kay was still licking Danielle, but I didn’t care. I pulled the woman off, turning her roughly onto her back, then mounted her, lifting one leg up, scissoring with her. And I spoke, taking dirty.

“You know what I just did, Kay? I fucked your little girl. I fucked Addison. I fucked her pussy to pussy and came all over her!”

Kay laughed out loud. “Nice! You fucked her, now you’re fucking me. It’s perfect, I love it!”

“Mommy’s gonna come, Mommy’s gonna come!” Donna cried, and then she did, with her daughters at her breasts and Danielle’s fingers deep inside her.

Although I’d taken Kay away from Danielle, the woman had found something else to replace that tongue between her legs. With her free hand, she’d guided Cherise’s fingers down to her crotch and pressed them inside her juicy pussy. Now the little girl was not only sucking her mom’s nipple, but fucking her cunt as well. 

“That’s right, baby,” urged Danielle. “Fuck Mommy, fuck Mommy, make Mommy come!”

“Britt, keep fucking me! Fuck me hard, I’m so close!” That was Kay, her hands gripping my butt, pulling me tightly against her. “Fuck me, Britt! Fuck me!”

So I did.

I fucked Kay, Cherise finger-fucked her mom, and Danielle finger-fucked Donna, who’d already come once and was quickly nearing a second orgasm. Just then, Kay and I both climaxed at almost the same time, tribbing, and then I heard Danielle cry out, coming hard with her little girl’s fingers inside her cunt.

  

We needed a short break after that, to catch our breath. And when I say short, I mean really short, no more than a minute or two. Because the moms were quite eager to keep going, or at least Donna was.

The curvaceous blonde got to her knees and said, “You know, this might be our last chance, so while we’ve got her here, let’s everyone fuck Britt, okay?”

And that was how we spent our final hour, at Donna’s direction. All along, through our months together, I’d been the one planning and organizing things, the teacher who instructed everyone else what to do. But now, I was the subject. There would be no more teaching from me. That was all over, here in Baltimore anyway.

They laid me out naked on the bed, and then one by one took their turns on me, first Donna, then Danielle, then Kay. And I got the full treatment. They each began by licking my clit and finger-fucking me until I came, and then they tribbed with me, fucking me with their pussies until I climaxed again and they came too. But they still weren’t finished. After the tribbing was done, each woman slid forward until she was sitting on my face. I licked and sucked them, loving every second of it, tasting their delicious juices and making them come in my mouth.

With the moms finally sated, it was the girls’ turn next. They followed the same pattern, licking and fingering my pussy, then tribbing with me, and ending up by sitting on my face, pushing their hairless or nearly hairless pussies in my mouth. It was Heather first, then her sister Felicity, then Cherise, and last Addison. Each of them licked me, fucked me, and let me lick them.

  

There’s no way I could possibly count how many orgasms I had that evening, though I’m certain it was far more than in any other day or night of my life, before or since. I know I was totally exhausted when it was all over, fully spent and definitely sore. But as I gazed at all those luscious naked bodies around me, gleaming with perspiration and other fluids, anointed with the intoxicating aroma of feminine sex, I enjoyed a sense of deep fulfillment, of complete satisfaction.

My eyelids felt very heavy. It sure would have been nice to simply fall asleep then, but I couldn’t. I had to get home, and so did the kids. Tomorrow, Friday, would be the last day of school.

Without words, we slid off the bed and went slowly downstairs. But then, as those of us who had to leave began to get dressed, Donna asked with a wink, nodding toward her lovely daughters, “Would anyone like to eat a blondie?”

More sex? Well, yeah, I guess so.

But that wasn’t what she meant. It turns out she had baked two big pans of chocolate chip blondies earlier that day, so before I left, and before Addison and Cherise and their moms left, we enjoyed a yummy treat for dessert.

Then there were hugs and kisses and promises to stay in touch, along with lots of crying. Finally I got in the car, my old Toyota, and headed off, waving to Donna and her kids one last time as I drove away.

All the way home I sobbed, wiping away tears, trying my best to see the road. It truly felt as if my life was over, all the best of everything now in the past, forever gone.

And then, suddenly, something struck me. A lightbulb went on.

When Gina had moved away the previous summer, she’d told me she would be residing with her new lover in Buffalo Grove, Illinois. Which, I belatedly recalled, is a suburb of…… wait for it…… Chicago!

Although she and I had been in touch only intermittently since she left, exchanging a few emails, I hoped that perhaps if I was living close enough, we might be able to see each other once again.

And after that, who knows?

THE END