Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By No One

In the morning Shana picked the girls up in the limousine, with Matthew behind the wheel. Never having been in a limo before, Stacy was hugely impressed, marveling at the interior space, the plushness of the seats, and other amenities. Zoe, on the other hand, tried to play it cool like she’d seen it all before, even though she’d been just as giddy on the previous day’s ride.

For lunch, they went to an Italian restaurant Shana had looked up online, one that had been favorably reviewed by the local critics. The girls had pizza, while Shana tried their linguine carbonara. It wasn’t quite as good as what she was used to having in New York, but decent enough.

Afterwards, Shana had Matthew drive them to her hotel suite. Once the three of them had emerged from the car, she turned and tapped on the glass. When Matthew rolled the window down, she murmured, “You can have the rest of the day off. I’ll hang out with the girls for a couple of hours, then get ‘em an Uber home.”

“Will you need anything tonight?” Matthew said.

Shana shook her head. “Nah. I’m feeling kinda lazy. Think I’ll watch a movie or something, then turn in early. See you tomorrow morning.” With a brief smile, she turned away.

As the limo pulled away from the curb, Shana made her way over to the girls, who were chatting with the portly, grey-haired doorman. “Well, ladies,” she said, placing a hand on each girl’s shoulder, “shall we go inside?”

“Oh, yeah—let’s do it!” Zoe replied. Stacy gave a shy nod.

The doorman sprang to pull the heavy door open, and Shana steered the girls inside with a  smile for the man—his nametag read Arturo—reminding herself to have Matthew tip him generously before they left.

Zoe and Stacy seemed dazed by the luxury on display, looking all around with mouths slightly ajar as Shana led them to the elevators. Just wait till you see where they put me, she thought, smiling to herself.

Sure enough, the girls’ jaws dropped when they saw Shana’s suite, which featured an enormous living space with three couches, a huge TV and a fully equipped kitchen, as well as a separate bedroom, nearly as large and just as lavishly furnished, not to mention the rather ostentatious bathroom, which had been done from end to end in white marble.

Even Zoe couldn’t fake indifference this time. “Wow! This is your room? It must be bigger than our whole apartment!”

Shana smiled. “Not bad, huh? Didn’t expect such a fancy place here, I admit.”

Zoe and Stacy wandered around for a bit, jumping on the bed, trying out the couches, judging it all to be very comfortable. Shana sat and watched them frolic, feeling amused by their little girl exuberance—and just a tad turned on.

Spotting a large box filled with clothes in a corner of the living room section, Zoe pointed and asked, “What’s that?”

Shana smiled inwardly. In fact, she had carefully placed the box there earlier in the day for her guests to find. “Oh, some costumes and props of mine from past tours and the like. A bit of memorabilia, if you will. I thought you might have fun digging through them,” she said.

Zoe and Stacy looked at each other, mouths agape, then rushed over to the box as if it was a chest of pirate booty. Clothes flew out as they investigated its contents with much enthusiasm.

“Wow, isn’t this what you wore on the pictures inside the booklet of the Whispered Secrets album?” Zoe exclaimed, holding up a pink t-shirt.

“Uh, could be? It was used in some shoot, anyway. Sounds like you know better than me.” When Zoe gave her a weird look, she added, “Well, what? That was four years ago. Do you remember what you wore four years ago?”

“Guess not,” Zoe laughed, then went back to her exploration of the box.

“Whoa,” Stacy said after a moment, showing something to Zoe that Shana couldn’t quite see.

“Wow. That’s short.” Turning back to Shana, Zoe held up a tiny black-and-red micro-skirt, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, that. It wasn’t actually used. That was a suggestion from a designer for my last tour, can you imagine? I told him I wasn’t a stripper. No way I’d wear that on stage.” The girls giggled. “You’re small, though,” Shana told Zoe, “it might suit you.”

Zoe grinned. “Can I try it on?”

“Be my guest.”

Shana wondered if Zoe intended to put the skirt on over her pants or take them off, definitely hoping for the latter. In fact, the girl seemed to ponder that very question for a second, then shrugged and undid her jeans, pushing them down to her ankles.

Stacy arched an eyebrow, clearly taken aback. She obviously hadn’t expected her friend to undress right then and there. Still, Shana didn’t miss the appreciative look the girl gave Zoe’s panty-clad ass. She couldn’t blame her; it was a pretty awesome sight.

Zoe tugged the skirt up to her waist, looked down at herself, then spun around and glanced from Stacy to Shana. “What do ya think?”

On her slight frame, the skirt went down to just above mid-thigh. While the elastic waistband was fairly tight, it hadn’t been designed for a 10-year-old, so the garment slid down a little, exposing the top of Zoe’s panties. It was a very sexy look.

“Not bad… not bad at all,” Shana said. “I’m sure your parents wouldn’t approve, but it looks good on you.”

Stacy examined Zoe with a critical eye, then smirked. “You look kinda slutty,” she said.

Zoe covered her mouth, pretending to be shocked, then lowered her hand to reveal a mischievous smile. “Does that mean you like it, then…?” she asked, doing a slow bump and grind, gazing into Stacy’s eyes.

Stacy obviously hadn’t expected her friend to react like that. She shot an alarmed glance towards Shana, then glared at Zoe. “Sh-shut up,” she muttered.

Shana smiled. She had the feeling the conversation would have gone a different way if she hadn’t been there. Maybe later.

Unperturbed, Zoe shrugged, then turned that sly smile towards Shana. “Now I wanna see you wearing it!”

“Oh, is that a dare? Alright, hand it over,” Shana said, delighted with Zoe’s idea. The girl was being bold today. “But,” she added, raising one finger, “not a word of this to anyone, you two. Flashing my panties at the audience is not part of my new style.”

The girls giggled and nodded. Zoe quickly stepped out of the skirt and passed it over. She didn’t bother getting back into her jeans, just sat back down on the floor in her panties and top, looking perfectly at ease.

Shana noticed Stacy was eyeing her nervously, perhaps wondering if she was going to take off her pants like Zoe had. Needless to say, that was exactly what Shana intended to do. Two pairs of eyes were fixed on her as she stood up and casually undid her tight jeans, then wriggled her way out of them, showing off black bikini-style panties. Zoe watched with undisguised desire—so sexy to see on a little girl’s face—while Stacy was wide-eyed and blushing a bit, but not without a glint of excitement in her gaze.

Shana pulled up the skirt to cover her panties, though it barely did. The slightest movement would reveal at least a hint of underwear. “Well?” she prompted.

“Oh my God,” Zoe said. “That’s supposed to be a skirt? It… sure doesn’t cover much.”

“Right? And that guy expected me to wear this on stage. No way.”

“Well… some people might like it, I bet,” Zoe said, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“I bet.” Shana winked at Zoe, then turned to Stacy. “What do you think, then? Does it make me look slutty?”

Now somewhat embarrassed, Stacy nibbled at  her lower lip before speaking. “Well, y’know… it would look kinda, um, freaky on me or Zoe, yeah, but… you, um, you’re really hot in it.” Her cheeks turned even redder as she realized what she’d just said “Um, I mean—”

“Thanks, sweetie,” Shana said before the girl could take back the compliment. “Yeah, not something I’d ever wear in public, but it could work for a special private occasion, if you know what I mean.” She winked again, this time at Stacy.

Shana could tell the girl knew exactly what she meant, but Stacy only replied with a nervous laugh, looking surprised that an adult would talk to her like that. Breaking away from Shana’s steady gaze, she rejoined Zoe at the box of clothes.

Sitting back down, Shana let the girls have fun looking through her old stuff. She kept the micro-skirt on, fully aware of the view she was giving her guests. She felt a twinge of excitement every time she caught Stacy stealing glances at her black panties.

Zoe was having a great time trying out various articles of clothing, even if most of them were too big for her. The girl didn’t hesitate to uncover herself, even taking her shirt off when she tried another one on, revealing her flat chest. It all seemed very casual, but the glint in Zoe’s eyes told Shana that the little vixen knew she was turning on her audience—not only Shana, but surely Stacy as well.

Soon enough, Stacy got caught up in Zoe’s enthusiasm and began trying on things herself. She was a little more reserved than Zoe, keeping her back turned as she changed, though Shana still got a good look at her pert little ass as the girl tried on a black leather skirt from the Wicked Sweet tour. It also became obvious that unlike Zoe, Stacy was already developed enough to wear a bra, though Shana only caught sight of the back of the one she had on.

“Um, I need to go to the bathroom,” Stacy said after a while, looking around.

“Right there.” Shana pointed.

As soon as the girl closed the door behind her, Zoe got up and walked over to where Shana was sitting, straddled her lap, then kissed her.

Shana reveled in the feel of her young lover’s lips. As fun as it had been to tease Stacy, she’d been yearning to kiss Zoe since the girl climbed into the car that morning. “Mmmm. Well, hello there,” she said after their lips parted.

“Hi.” Zoe grinned, then leaned in to whisper in Shana’s ear. “Stacy keeps looking up your skirt.”

“I noticed. Seems like a good sign.”

“Can’t blame her.” Reaching down, a smirking Zoe pressed her fingers against the front of Shana’s very damp panties. “Hmmm… somebody’s in the mood to do stuff, huh?”

Shana drew in a sharp breath. “Well, aren’t you a bold little thing. Who taught you to be naughty like that?”

“You.”

“Oh. Right.”

Shana couldn’t restrain herself—she had to kiss the girl again. At that point in their dress-up game, Zoe was now down to an oversized gold lamé top and her panties. Shana slipped her hands under the sparkling material, cupping Zoe’s ass as their tongues tangled.

“So how do we get her to, like, join in?” Zoe asked when they paused for breath. She glanced towards the bathroom. “Maybe we just let her catch us kissing when she comes out?”

“Tempting,” Shana replied thoughtfully. “But… maybe a bit too sudden.”

“Hmm, okay.” They gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment, then Zoe said, “I am gonna kiss you some more, though.”

“Fine with me.”

They continued to make out until the toilet flushed, then Zoe jumped off Shana’s lap, moving to a distance that wouldn’t seem suspicious. Shana was left breathless and intensely aroused—also, rather frustrated. Maybe we should’ve kept on kissing like Zoe said, she mused, just to see what would happen.

Emerging from the bathroom none the wiser, Stacy announced, “Wow. I think that bathroom is bigger than our whole living room.”

“Really? I wanna see,” Zoe said. Clambering over the back of the couch, she ran to join her friend. “Woooow!”

Amused, Shana followed the girls.

“Look at the space in that shower,” Zoe exclaimed, then she turned to a raised section of the bathroom that housed a large recessed tub. “And there’s a huge bath, too… or, wait—is that a jacuzzi?”

“A what?” Stacy said.

“Y’know, like… a hot tub. With water jets and stuff.”

“Oooh, right. I never tried one of those.”

“Me neither.” There was a pause, then Zoe turned to Shana, a big smile on her lips. “Can we try it?”

“Sure, why not,” Shana said, instantly seeing where Zoe was going and liking the idea very much.

Zoe clapped her hands with excitement and quickly set the water to running. Stacy seemed uncertain about the whole idea. She leaned over to say something in Zoe’s ear.

“I’ll get you some towels,” Shana said. She stepped out of the room, but remained just outside the doorway, listening in. A mirror on a nearby dresser gave her a decent view of the girls.

“Like, naked?” Stacy whispered, barely audible over the running water.

Zoe shrugged. “Sure. It’s just us girls.”

“I guess…” Stacy nodded towards the door. “Is she gonna…?”

Zoe grinned. “Hope so!” She elbowed her friend. “C’mon—don’t you wanna see her naked?”

“Well… yeah! But… “ An anxious Stacy puffed out her cheeks. “Oh, man. Dunno if I can take the excitement!”

Zoe wrapped an arm around the other girl’s shoulders. “Maybe you should ask her to help you with that,” she said, placing her free hand on Stacy’s breast.

Laughing, Stacy playfully pushed her friend away. “Man, don’t I wish.”

Shana smiled to herself. Zoe was doing a wonderful job of planting certain ideas in Stacy’s mind. Stirring herself, she fetched extra towels from a cupboard—there were already some in the bathroom, of course, but she’d needed an excuse to leave the girls on their own for a moment. She entered just as Zoe was turning off the faucet.

“Okay, now what?” the girl asked, frowning at the placid surface of the water. “How do you make it…?”

“The controls on the side,” Shana explained, pressing one of the buttons. The water immediately began to bubble and foam.

“Whoa, cool!” Zoe examined the hot tub in action for a moment, then glanced over at Stacy. “Ready?” She didn’t wait for a reply, just pulled off her shirt and socks, then stepped out of her panties. A naked little angel, she definitely had Shana and Stacy’s attention as she climbed into the tub, lowering herself into the water.

“Oooh, this is nice,” Zoe cooed, clearly enjoying the sensation of the water jets against her back. She looked incredibly sexy—eyes closed, head resting on a padded section, her little nipples just barely visible above the water. Then, allowing one eye to drift open, she noticed that Stacy was rooted to the spot, staring at her. Making a face, Zoe abruptly sat up. “Don’t just stand there, doofus… get in!” she exclaimed, splashing water in her friend’s direction.

“Okay, okay!” Stacy yelped, taking a step back. She hesitated for a moment more, then turned away from Shana. The girl’s cheeks were flushed as she took off her socks, then pushed down the skirt she’d tried on earlier. Her shirt soon followed, leaving her in white cotton underwear.

Shana licked her lips as she studied Stacy’s ass, so lovely and pert. She had to make a conscious effort to resist reaching out and touching it, even giving it a playful squeeze. Zoe smirked at her knowingly, reading Shana’s desire as if it was emblazoned on her top.

Stacy stood where she was for a few more uncomfortable seconds, then seemed to conclude that getting it over with as fast as possible was the best option. She quickly undid her bra and let it drop, then wriggled out of her panties. Stepping into the jacuzzi, she didn’t waste any time sitting down, lowering herself until the water was up to her neck.

Shana had managed to catch a glimpse of Stacy’s budding breasts. Not large by any means, but an unmistakable sign that the little girl was maturing into womanhood. Shana had to admit that she found Zoe’s flat chest even sexier, but there was no doubt that Stacy’s ripening body also had a special allure of its own, and she longed to find out just how sensitive those cute brown nipples might be. As for the girl’s sex, it appeared to be without a trace of pubes, from the brief glance Shana could get, and looked absolutely delicious.

“Move over to where the jets are, you’ll see,” Zoe told her friend.

Stacy did as instructed, sitting in one of the spots that had massaging water jets. Her eyes widened. “Oh, wow! You’re right, this is nice.”

Zoe turned to Shana. “So… you gonna join us?” she murmured, a dare in her eyes.

“Sure,” Shana said. Of course, she wanted nothing more than to get naked and join her guests, but preferred to wait until she had their undivided attention. A little vain of her, perhaps, but Shana loved the idea of undressing for an audience of two little girls.

Trying to make it seem casual, she leisurely shrugged out of her top, undid her bra, and pushed down the all-but-useless skirt along with her panties, letting the girls ogle to their hearts’ content. Zoe did so openly, brazen little creature that she was. Stacy struggled to be polite and avoid staring, but her eyes, large as saucers, kept flicking back to Shana’s bare body.

Stepping into the large tub, Shana seated herself next to Zoe, facing Stacy. She was striving to appear completely relaxed, but a storm of lust was raging inside. God, she wanted to run her tongue all over these little beauties. She wondered if either girl had noticed the wet patch on her panties when she took them off. Bet Zoe did, she told herself, taking a deep, steadying breath. Damn… I sure hope this little scheme of hers works out like we wanted, ‘cause I’m about to fucking explode.

Shana leaned back, resting her arms on the sides of the recessed tub, which lifted her breasts above the bubbling water. She wasn’t especially well-endowed, just an average B cup, but it was more than enough to impress the girls. Poor Stacy was trying to behave normally and making a bad job of it, unable to keep herself from stealing frequent glances at Shana’s chest.

Shana had to tease her, just a little. “Hey, Stacy… you like?” she asked.

Stacy’s eyes shot up to meet Shana’s, the girl’s expression halfway to panic. “Huh? What?”

“The hot tub. You like it?”

“Oh!” Relief flooded Stacy’s features. Not a very good poker face, if she meant to cover for those wandering eyes. “Yeah! This is great. Wish we had one of these at home.”

Zoe, who had been watching this exchange with a sly smile on her lips, now chimed in. “If you did, I’d for sure come by more often. I bet it would be a fun place to… you know.”

“Err…” Stacy froze for a moment, staring at Zoe as if she’d lost her mind.

Shana smiled. Time to take this up a notch. “Yeah, that can be a lot of fun. But two girls can have a great time together in a regular bathtub, too—or even a shower. All you need is some privacy.”

Stacy now turned to stare at Shana. “W-what… do you… mean?” she asked, trying and failing to sound innocent.

Shana chuckled. “It’s okay, sweetie. Zoe mentioned that you two fool around. Nothing wrong with that.”

Stacy’s head whipped back towards Zoe. “You told her?” she hissed.

Zoe shrugged. “Well, yeah. I tell Shana everything. It’s cool, don’t worry. Shana gets it. She’s like us.”

Stacy pondered that for a second. “Wait, wait. You mean…” She once again turned to Shana. “You like…?”

“Girls? Oh, yeah. Of course.” Shana made a dismissive motion. “Who else would I be into? Boys? Psh. Gross.”

Stacy gave a surprised snort of laughter, shaking her head in disbelief, then finally nodded. “You got that right!” Her expression turned thoughtful, as if she was re-evaluating what had happened up to now in light of this revelation. She looked up at Shana, her gaze unreadable, but with a glint of something new there. And she seemed to have gotten over feeling awkward about everyone being naked.

“So, see? Everything’s cool,” Zoe said. “And… if we wanna talk about fooling around in your hot tub, that’s fine, too.”

“Jeez.” Stacy gave Zoe a look, but then she giggled, clearly growing more comfortable. “I don’t really have one, though. I was just saying it’d be nice.”

“Right. Maybe we could have some fun in the bathtub, though…”

Stacy glanced at Shana. She seemed to still feel a little weird talking about sex with someone else in the room, but she finally shrugged and said, “Maybe. But… no water jets for extra fun.”

Zoe frowned. “What do you mean?”

“What? I thought that’s why you were interested…” Stacy exchanged another look with Shana, but this time it seemed to ask Is she for real? “You know. The way the jets feel good on your… sensitive parts?”

Zoe’s mouth formed an O of understanding. She looked down at the bubbling water in a new light. “Oooh. That’s a thing?”

Shana had to chuckle. “Oh, I’d bet that lots of girls learned how to make themselves feel good by playing around with water jets and shower heads and the like.”

Zoe immediately asked, “Did you?”

“Well, as it turns out, my grandma had one of these—nowhere near as fancy as this one, mind you—and I might’ve figured out how to put the jets to good use when I was around your age.”

Stacy looked a little flustered at that, though perhaps more from excitement than embarrassment, this time. For her part, Zoe grinned, then examined the roiling water for a moment. Eyes twinkling with mischief, she shifted around until she was kneeling, then moved into position over the water jets, looking for the right angle.

“Whoa!” she suddenly yelped, straightening up. “That’s… kinda intense.”

Stacy had a fit of giggles.

“You might want to adjust the settings a bit if you’re gonna try that,” Shana pointed out.

“Oh, I dunno… I think I could get used to it,” Zoe said slyly. “Okay, now I really want a hot tub at home! Hmm, you said something about shower heads, too? I guess ours can be hand held, but I always leave it on the wall…”

“Sure, those can be fun. Especially if they have multiple spray patterns that you can adjust.”

“Maybe I’ll have to… experiment,” Zoe said with a very exaggerated wink of complicity.

Stacy shook her head, but she was smiling.

“What about you, Stacy?” Shana asked. “Sounds like you had some experience of your own with water jets.”

“Oh, um… kinda.” Stacy looked like she wanted to leave it at that, but Shana and Zoe were now looking at her expectantly, so she soldiered on. “Well, it was in my aunt’s and uncle’s pool. It had those jets that make the water move, right? I was just messing around with one, and um, the jet got between my legs at some point. It felt weird but nice. I didn’t keep doing it ‘cause there were people around, but later, when I was alone in bed… I, um… I made some discoveries.”

Shana smiled as she pictured it: the little girl with a hand between her legs, experiencing those wondrous feelings for the first time. She felt a strong urge to slip a hand between her own thighs and play with herself. Especially since, as Stacy grew more comfortable, she’d stopped hiding under the water, and Shana had been eyeing the girl’s perky little tits for the past few minutes. But no, not just yet. Hopefully soon, the real fun would start. “How old were you then?” she asked.

“Hmm, like, 9, I think.”

“That’s a good age for… those discoveries,” Shana said, glancing at Zoe.

But Zoe didn’t notice. She was leering at her friend. “Dirty girl,” she teased.

“Me? Look who’s talking. I bet you’re thinking about going home and trying your shower head right now,” Stacy retorted. “What about you, then? How’d you find out about, um, sexy stuff?”

A touch of color appeared on Zoe’s cheeks. “Well…” A smile slowly spread on her lips, and she turned to Shana. “Can I tell her?”

Shana took a deep breath, her heart suddenly racing. The moment had come even sooner than she’d expected. There were so many things she should consider and weigh before letting this particular cat out of the bag, but… Fuck it. Fuck it all. Time to place my bet and roll the dice. “Might as well.”

Zoe sidled closer to Shana, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Well, don’t freak out, but… see, Shana’s the one who taught me. Back when we first met. I didn’t really know anything about doing sex with girls, but…” She grinned. “She showed me lots of fun stuff.”

Stacy stared at Zoe, then at Shana, then back again, eyes narrowed, her head tilted to the side. Then she laughed. “Yeah, right!”

Zoe frowned, annoyed at not getting the reaction she’d perhaps expected. “It’s true! Hmph. Fine, then—I can prove it.” Up on her knees, Zoe was at eye level with Shana, so she simply turned and kissed her.

This was it, then. Shana might well be throwing her life away, but she was too far gone to care. Mad with desire for her underage lover, she quickly slipped her tongue into Zoe’s mouth, drawing the girl into a passionate kiss. As their tongues danced, Shana lifted a hand from beneath the churning water to cup and fondle Zoe’s ass, marveling yet again at its perfect softness.

Time seemed to stop; everything was right with the world. Little Zoe’s flawless body was pressed snugly into hers, two lovers joined in shared bliss. Shana was so filled with lust—with love?—for Zoe that, in that perfect moment, even Stacy was forgotten.

It was Zoe who eventually broke the kiss, then turned to look slyly at her friend, obviously quite pleased with herself. Shana was left momentarily thrown off by this sudden return to reality.

Stacy was gaping at them, her mouth hanging slack. There was a tense moment where Shana wondered if the girl was about to flee the room, then Stacy finally spoke. “Oh. My. God. You… you really… Wow! Jeez, Zoe—when you said you’d done it before, I thought you meant with a girl our age. Not with… Whoa. This is a lot to, to take in.”

“Cool, huh?” Zoe purred, pleased as punch with her friend’s response.

Stacy blinked several times, then gave herself a shake, clearly having a hard time wrapping her mind around this unexpected surprise, but at least she wasn’t bolting for the door. Then a thought seemed to suddenly enter her mind. “Oh! That’s why you kept asking what I’d do if… uh… if Shana wanted to… um…” Her words slowed, her eyes widened as the full realization of what that might mean hit her.

“Yeah,” Zoe said. “So, wanna join us?” She trailed one hand down to Shana’s chest, caressing her breasts.

A delicious shiver ran through Shana’s body. Damn, the girl was good. Zoe had Stacy spellbound, staring at her hand as she felt Shana up.

Stacy nervously licked her lips, quickly glancing around the room as if someone might be spying on them. “Omigod,” she whispered. “C-can… Can I really?”

Shana let out the breath she’d been holding, finally allowing herself to relax. It seemed that she wouldn’t be getting arrested for a sex crime, and that their afternoon was about to get even more interesting. “C’mere, sweetie,” she said, nodding to a spot right next to her, on the opposite side from Zoe.

Flashing a shy little smile, Stacy crossed the tub and sat, looking up at Shana expectantly.

Gazing into the girl’s lovely almond eyes, Shana reached up to caress Stacy’s cheek with the backs of her fingers. “You’re really pretty, you know that?”

Stacy’s cheeks instantly turned bright red. “T-thank you. Um, you’re… really, really pretty, too.”

Shana smiled. “So, are you sure about this?” She couldn’t wait to slip her tongue between the girl’s lips—both sets, really—but needed some assurance that Stacy was truly okay with it, and that her future wouldn’t be put in jeopardy. “You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

Stacy nodded quickly. “I… I can’t believe this is happening but… Omigod, yes. I want to do it.”

“You can’t tell anyone, though,” Zoe pointed out, watching from over Shana’s shoulder.

“That’s right,” Shana said. “You understand that this isn’t… well, that I’m not supposed to be doing anything like this with someone your age, right? So please, you can’t tell anyone about it, ever. Not even really close friends. Zoe mentioned that you had a friend you fooled around with before moving here, right? Not even her.”

“Oh man, Stella would flip out,” Stacy murmured to herself. Seeing Shana’s frown, she quickly added, “But no, no, I get it. No one. Ever. I swear.” She traced a cross over her heart. “I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

Shana nodded. “Good. Now, then…” She leaned in and pressed her lips to Stacy’s.

Taken by surprise, it took a heartbeat or two for the girl to respond, but then she eagerly welcomed Shana into her mouth. Stacy was a good kisser, clearly experienced despite her tender age—and Shana was ready and then some to find out what else she was good at.

“W-wow,” Stacy said after their lips parted.

“Yeah, I think we’ll get along,” Shana said with a wink, and Stacy giggled.

Shana became aware of Zoe watching them closely, and turned to face her.

“You two are… pretty hot,” Zoe declared, nodding to herself solemnly, as if she were an expert who had scientifically determined the precise temperature of their kiss. Then she cracked a bad-girl grin. “But now it’s my turn.”

Just like that, Shana found herself kissing Zoe again, relishing every second of it. Then she and Stacy had another turn—only this time, the cute Asian girl seemed determined to outdo her friend, returning the kiss with a fervor that had Shana’s lust in overdrive. Sure, she couldn’t wait to get down to dirtier business, but at the same time, getting traded back and forth between two lovely little girls was making her head spin.

When Zoe and Stacy came together in a kiss of their own, Shana sat back to enjoy the erotic spectacle. She’d never been so turned on while watching other girls making out, but these two were far younger than any lesbians she’d ever partied with.

Soon growing restless, she couldn’t keep herself from reaching out to caress the girls as they kissed. First their backs and shoulders, then down in the bubbling water to fondle those tempting little asses. That made the girls giggle, breaking their kiss.

Seizing her opportunity, Shana insinuated herself between the girls, drawing Zoe and Stacy into a kind of three-way tangle of tongues. There was as much laughing as kissing, but it was still extremely arousing.

They finally drifted apart, exchanging knowing grins. “You were right, threesomes are pretty fun,” Zoe said.

“Oh, it gets even better. Trust me,” Shana said.

“I guess we just got started, huh?” With that, Zoe wrapped her arms around Shana, pressing their wet bodies together. Her hands began to roam, soon finding a pair of breasts to play with. Shana moaned as Zoe felt her up, the girl’s caresses generating little jolts of pleasure that went straight to her sex.

Zoe suddenly turned to Stacy, flashing her a grin. “Wanna play with these…?” she cooed, cupping the undersides of Shana’s tits as she offered them to her friend.

Wide-eyed, Stacy waded closer. She raised her hands, wiggling her fingers, obviously very excited. A shy smile was on her lips as she peered up at Shana. “Um, can I…?”

“All yours, sweetie,” Shana said, pushing her chest out for effect.

Grinning, Stacy began to caress Shana’s breasts, tentatively at first—a soft touch here, a gentle squeeze there. Then she grew more confident, cupping them with both hands, toying with the nipples, all the good stuff that made Shana’s body throb like her bass player’s amplifier, cranked to eleven.

“Wow! These are soooo perfect,” Stacy said. “Um, does this feel good?”

Shana nodded. “Mmm-hmm. Real good.”

“I hope mine will be this nice when I’m older.”

Shana chuckled. “I’m sure they will be, sweetie.” Why are young girls always in such a damn hurry to grow up? she wondered. “But yours are already very sexy, I’d say.”

She reached out to palm one of Stacy’s budding breasts, teasing the nipple with her thumb. The girl shivered slightly at the contact. The look she gave Shana still had a hint of shyness, but that was quickly fading, replaced with a growing desire. God, it was such a turn-on to see lust in the eyes of an 11-year-old.

Zoe watched them caress each other for some time, then moved next to her friend. The girls exchanged a look, then a knowing smile. As one, they leaned forward, each taking one of Shana’s nipples into her mouth, Stacy sucked the tip much like an infant would, while Zoe playfully circled the nipple with her tongue. Either way, it felt absolutely delicious

“Mmmm, yes,” Shana purred, stroking the backs of these dirty little angels.

Her nipples rapidly stiffened under the girls’ ministrations, her clit throbbing in response to each kiss and lick. Her soft moan turned plaintive when the girls suddenly stopped, but then she noticed that was because their tongues had found their way into each other’s mouth instead, which aroused her every bit as much.

Zoe then knelt on the seat to exchange another ardent French kiss with Shana, while Stacy continued to shower affection on her tits. It felt divine, but God, her pussy was screaming for attention.

When Shana noticed Stacy looking in that very direction, peering down into the water for a glimpse between her legs, she decided it was high time to give the girl a better view. Lifting herself out of the tub, Shana sat on the side, her legs open wide enough to display everything she had.

Stacy stared at Shana’s pussy for a moment, visibly swallowed, then looked up, her eyes dancing with nervous excitement. “You, um… don’t have hair down there?” she asked.

“She shaves it off,” Zoe replied before Shana could speak, acting the expert even though she’d responded the same way when they first got naked together. “It’s sexier. And way nicer for… you know,” she added, a sly smile on her lips.

Stacy glanced at her friend, nodded, then gazed back into Shana’s eyes. “Yeah, I guess it would be…” Her lips slowly curled into a very suggestive smile. This time, Stacy didn’t bother to ask for permission when she leaned forward to deposit a kiss on Shana’s thigh.

The girl was growing bolder, and that was more than okay with Shana. Stacy was kissing a path up her thigh, and Shana spread her legs further apart, quivering inside as she awaited that blissful first contact of mouth with cunt.

At the juncture of Shana’s thighs, Stacy briefly paused, her warm breath a delicious tease, then the girl’s tongue deftly slipped between Shana’s pussy lips, taking a swipe at her engorged clitoris.

“Ooooh, Stacy, yes!” Shana gasped, her senses overwhelmed by the sudden jolt of pleasure.

She reached down to gently twine her fingers through Stacy’s hair while the little girl skillfully ate her out. After lusting for this for what seemed like months, that warm, wet tongue felt simply amazing as it explored her folds, teased her entrance, flicked her clit.

“Mmmm, that’s wonderful, sweetie,” Shana murmured.

Turning to Zoe, Shana saw the girl watching them intently. With her mouth slightly open and her breath getting a little ragged, one could almost believe that Zoe was the one getting pleasured.

“So you showed Stacy how to do this, huh?” Shana reached up to brush Zoe’s cheek. “You taught her well, lover.”

Zoe gave a little start, her eyes focused on Shana, then she grinned. “She’s kinda had a lot of practice, too.”

“Mmmm, I can tell.” Shana’s enjoyment was magnified even more as she pictured the two kids at play, going down on each other in turn—or locked together in a sixty-nine. She patted a spot next to her. “Why don’t you come over here?” she asked Zoe, suddenly feeling a strong urge to get her hands on the girl.

“I don’t know. This spot is pretty good,” Zoe mumbled, eyes half closed, moving her hips around.

That’s when Shana realized that Zoe was busy getting her own satisfaction from the hot tub’s water jets. ”Oooh, I see how it is, you dirty girl. But come sit here, and I promise I’ll make you feel even better.”

“Deal!” Drawing close, Zoe climbed out of the tub and knelt next to Shana, wrapping both arms around her. Their lips met, but the beginnings of a heated kiss was interrupted when a sharp surge of pleasure forced Shana to moan loudly.

“Oh, fuck, Stacy! That’s so good,” she blurted, her eyes rolling wildly. Lost in the ecstasy of the moment, she had to give herself a shake to focus on what she’d promised Zoe.

Shana carefully lay down on the side of the tub, making sure not to interrupt Stacy’s phenomenal tongue work. Once in position, she pointed to her face. “Alright, baby, park yourself right here,” she told Zoe.

The girl looked at Shana, her head tilted in confusion for a moment. This was something they’d never done before. Getting the idea, Zoe tentatively lifted one leg, moving it over Shana’s head until she was positioned with one knee on either side. “Like this?”

“Mmmm, just like that,” Shana said, savoring the view of the 10-year-old’s baby-smooth pussy, no more than a couple of inches from her face. Then she grabbed Zoe’s hips and pulled her down just a tad so her hungry mouth could reach the forbidden treasure.

Zoe immediately cried, “Oh! Oh, yeah,” her eyes suddenly huge as she stared down at Shana. With Stacy’s tongue still hard at work, Shana herself couldn’t keep from moaning into Zoe’s pussy, but she knew from experience that the vibrations from such muffled cries were usually quite pleasurable.

One little girl between her legs, another one straddling her face. This was heaven. No, better than heaven. Surely even God didn’t have this much fun.

Shana explored Zoe’s sex with relish, the warm, smooth slit a delight to the senses. The intoxicating scent of girlish arousal. The sweet taste of her juices, with a special tang not quite like that of an adult woman. The heat of the vagina as Shana probed it with her tongue. Shana wanted to lick this little cutie forever.

Stacy’s oral expertise was making it difficult for Shana to focus on what she was doing to Zoe, though. She did her best to keep licking for all she was worth, to give Zoe as much pleasure as she could before she came, maybe even bring her off at the same time, but Stacy’s marvellous tongue was quickly pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Shana struggled to hold on as long as she could, but in the end, it was futile. One surge of ecstasy after another flooded her body, robbing her of control, leaving her unable to do much more than pant for breath.

Fuck, that was a strong orgasm. Stacy had become a skilled pussy licker in a very short time, especially for a kid still on the cusp of puberty. Zoe had taught her well. The bucking and twitching of Shana’s body had the lower half of her face rubbing against Zoe’s cunt, smearing her cheeks with wetness and making her come even harder, if that was possible.

Once Shana’s body had finally relaxed, Zoe raised her pelvis just a little, enough to let her breathe freely. She looked down at Shana, looking amused. “Sorry if I almost smothered you,” she said.

“Oh, I f-forgive you. Sorry for the, the interruption,” Shana managed to stammer, finally catching her breath.

“That’s okay.” Zoe smiled. “You—” Whatever she was about to say got lost in a surprised gasp when Shana pulled her back down, driving her tongue as far into the girl’s creamy slit as she could get it.

She tongue-fucked Zoe with a series of quick, flashing strokes, then focused on her little love button. It wasn’t long before the girl was panting hard. Suddenly, she fell forward, catching herself with her hands just in time. Her body shook, and she let out a long blissful cry.

Now THAT was an orgasm, Shana thought, pleased with herself.

Carefully dismounting Shana’s face, Zoe laid down on her belly, so they were eye to eye. “Wow, that was great,” she sighed. Taking a closer look at Shana, she added, “Oops! I got your face all dirty.”

“That’s fine. I like being dirty,” Shana said with a wink.

Zoe grinned and leaned in for a kiss, then she began licking all around Shana’s mouth, cleaning up her own juices. It was a nice gesture—and extremely sexy, so much so that Shana had to interrupt Zoe’s efforts with a fiery French kiss.

When they finally broke apart, Zoe sat up and turned to Stacy, who was seated on the edge of the hot tub, practically bouncing in place as she watched them. “Now it’s Stacy’s turn, right?” she said, jerking a thumb in her friend’s direction.

Shana pushed herself into a sitting position, still a little woozy from her orgasm, feeling a pang of guilt for nearly forgetting the girl who had given it to her. “I’d say so. Well deserved.” Crawling over to Stacy, she gave the girl a tender kiss. “Thank you, Stacy. You’re very good at eating pussy.”

Stacy giggled. “You’re welcome.”

“How about we dry off and continue this in the bedroom?” Shana proposed.

The girls quickly agreed. The three of them took turns toweling each other off, though it was more an opportunity for groping than anything else. Shana caressed these two angels with her bare hands at least as much as she did with the towel.

They then made their way to the bedroom, where the suite’s large bed awaited—the perfect place to resume their lovemaking.

On to Part Four!