Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

The Pool and the Roller Coaster

By Cheryl Taggert

For a brief description of who’s who in this series, go here.

Lisa took Jenny by the hand and went to the sliding glass doors that led to the pool area behind the house. She looked at her young niece and openly admired her young, firm twelve-year-old’s body. Her small titties were budding from the former flatness of her chest, and the sparse pubic hair was a light thatch of silk that barely showed on her soft mound. She noticed, too, how young Jenny brazenly stared at her own physical attributes. They had just finished shaving Lisa’s pubes, so they shown cleanly in the sunlight that warmed the pool. They had also decided that whatever felt good they should do so long as it hurt no one. And that included masturbating whenever the urge struck. Lisa had masturbated just ten minutes ago in her bathroom while Jenny had listened in secretly, before confessing to having done so. And while helping Lisa shave her smooth mound, Jenny had touched herself occasionally but had yet to reach an orgasm. She had promised herself (and Lisa) that she intended to take care of that problem very soon. As they reached the pool, Lisa thought to herself how wonderful this summer alone with Jenny was going to be.

Breaking her hand away from Lisa’s, Jenny suddenly dashed for the pool. “Last one in is a rotten egg!” she shouted, plunging into the warm water. She came up for air after swimming a few strokes underwater.

Lisa admired how smoothly the young girl moved through the water. Her mouth became as wet as the pool itself thinking about tasting the young girl’s pussy. She would do that soon, she promised herself.

“You swim for a while, hon. I am going to sunbathe for a bit and watch you.”

“Okee-dokee!” she squealed and swam across the water’s surface to the edge of the pool. She happened to stop right where the pool’s filtration system jetted water into the pool underneath the water’s surface.

Lisa was quite familiar with that little pleasure as well. She had discovered that pools were great for masturbating when she was very young, even before she knew what masturbation was. She remembered being only about six or seven. She had chosen to relax in their own pool at just such a spot. Looking back on it now, her parents had to know what was going on. She recalled the look her mom would give her at those times. She recognized it now as one of questioning, wondering if what she was seeing was what it seemed to be. As she grew older and showed that she liked that spot in the pool more than others, her mother must have certainly realized her young daughter was masturbating. She could even remember reaching an orgasm that way. She even did it at a public pool once or twice.

Now she noticed little Jenny had found the same spot. The fact that the child had made a beeline to the very spot that would masturbate her little pussy told Lisa that she had done this before. Lisa watched Jenny as she positioned her nearly bald pussy in front of the forceful column of water. Water swelled up her belly and chest, making a rippling series of waves that billowed from her tiny titties. The ecstatic look on Jenny’s face told Lisa that her niece was indeed getting the jet of water focused on just the right spot.

Lisa took one of the reclining deck chairs and moved it to an area right next to where little Jenny was masturbating herself with the pool’s filtering system. As she sat, Jenny’s eyes fluttered open for a moment to look at Lisa’s body. Then the sensations must have become intensely satisfying, as Jenny`s eyes went back to half-mast. Her breathing was becoming irregular.

Jenny had known immediately where she was going when she jumped into the pool. She had known about the gushing jet of water since her early childhood.

She keenly felt the jet of water as it made its contact with her naked pussy. Jenny had actually been skinny dipping only once before, and the thrill of it had made her want to do it again. There was no greater sense of freedom than darting through the water naked and unashamed. She leaned up to the edge of the pool and put both arms onto the side edge to hold her in place. She luxuriated in the feel of the water bubbling up from her tender pussy and spreading from her body in waves.

She directed the spray at her most tender spot and held herself there. The water beat unceasingly against her mound, stimulating her clitoris and making her silently beg for more. She adjusted her body to bring her pussy closer to the water stream. Her pussy was beginning to hum with pleasure.

She opened her eyes momentarily to look at the naked sight of Aunt Lisa as she arranged herself on the deck chair. It was a reclining model, with a heavy cloth material stretched around the frame of the chair. Aunt Lisa was staring at her, her mouth partially open. In an almost surreal moment of what appeared to be slow motion, she watched as Aunt Lisa’s tongue undulated slightly, unconsciously, behind the parted lips. For a moment, Jenny imagined that the water on her bare pussy was Aunt Lisa’s tongue. The idea was excruciatingly pleasurable to her aching mound. She had needed to reach an orgasm for over almost three hours now, ever since she had first seen Aunt Lisa at the airport when she’d picked her up, and the mental image of Aunt Lisa’s face between her thighs was certainly helping to increase her need.

Not that she’d ever had anyone eat her pussy before, but she had read about it. Her own dad (or was it her mom?) had a collection of erotic novels that would rival anyone’s. And she had made use of the books she found there. So while she had never experienced having her pussy bathed by someone’s tongue, she was certainly aware it happened. And she also knew it was one of the things girls did to each other. At least they did in the novels she’d found in her parents’ study. Many times she’d masturbated while reading of these women and even young girls licking each other’s pussies. She knew that actually experiencing the thrill of having her pussy eaten was almost surely going to happen, and probably sooner rather than later.

Jenny watched Aunt Lisa, admiring her naked beauty and utter sensuality with half-closed eyes as she felt the orgasm that had been waiting to escape her tender young body begin to approach. Her breathing was becoming more labored. She could hear her breath as it labored in and out of her lungs through her nostrils. Suddenly she could feel the tickle that signaled the oncoming orgasm surge from deep within her youthful pussy. It was this moment, this rushing, overwhelming, almost unbearable moment of hanging on the edge of orgasm that she loved most of all. She felt her young body step to the precipice of the moment and dangle there, savoring the free-fall that was to come and then… then… t…h…e…n… the orgasm washed over her in a blissful wave. Centered in her pussy, it pounded from deep within her body, rushing outward in waves of pleasure, and wracking her petite child’s body with orgasmic convulsions of ecstasy. She gasped moans into the air around her. Whimpers of pure joy escaped her tender lips. The orgasm was one of the best she’d ever experienced. She thought for a moment she was going to faint.

As the tremors passed, she opened her eyes once again to see Aunt Lisa looking at her, slack-jawed with lust. The desire in her eyes filled Jenny with love and a previously unacknowledged passion for her aunt. She had desired her, but never like this. And looking into her aunt’s beautiful eyes, she knew that these lustful feelings were mutual.

They were both glassy-eyed. Jenny from the force of her recent orgasmic display for her aunt, and Lisa from the force of her utter longing for this young child, her niece. Her niece whom she’d held as a baby, whose diaper she’d changed, whom she had cuddled and kissed and cooed over. This child who would be a woman one day. She remembered the times she had been alone with her niece. Now she recognized the early signs of desire. She’d masturbated more than once after bathing Jenny and putting her down for a nap. Lisa realized with a jolt that she’d always longed for her to grow up so they could experience each other in ways that most of the world thought was taboo. This sudden knowledge brought tears to her eyes.

Jenny saw these tears and got out of the pool.

“What’s the matter?” Jenny was afraid Aunt Lisa was going to decide that this was wrong somehow. That it must stop immediately. She feared that her sudden joy at having the freedom to be who she was, an erotically charged child, was going to end. What happened, though, was not what she’d expected.

“I just love you. That’s all,” Aunt Lisa said. Her voice caught in her throat as she spoke. “And I never realized how much until right now.”

Jenny stepped closer to her and Lisa reached for her naked young body. Pulling it close Lisa whispered, “Do you know what I am planning to do with you? Do you understand the longing I have for you?”

Jenny buried her face into Aunt Lisa’s neck. “Yes. I want you to do all these things. I have wanted it for a year now.”

Lisa gasped slightly and held Jenny away from her body at arm’s length to look into her eyes. “You’ve wanted to do sex things with me for a year?” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Jenny nodded, her eyes cast down.

“Ever since I was under the bed when you and Uncle Greg had sex in my room one afternoon when you were visiting.”

Lisa’s eyes widened. “You were under the bed?” She remembered the incident. They had thought they were alone, of course. Now, she realized they had had company. “You heard everything we did and said?”

Jenny burst out, “You aren’t mad at me, are you? I didn’t mean to be in the room when you two came in. But you did and I didn’t know where to hide so I got under the bed. You and Uncle Greg were talking about you and a woman doing stuff together and it got me thinking about you like that. I was so horny I masturbated to the thoughts of you up on my bed above me with Uncle Greg putting his thing inside you.”

“No, honey. I’m not mad. You mean you were masturbating under the bed while Greg and I…?” Jenny nodded, suddenly wishing this hadn’t come out.

“Are you really not mad?”

“I’m really, really not mad, Jen. Not at all.” She pulled the little girl to her and felt her naked body respond to the touch of Jenny’s nudity.

“But honey, why didn’t you just say, `Excuse me’ and leave when we came in. Why go to the trouble of hiding from us?”

Jenny looked at Aunt Lisa. “Do you promise not to get mad?”

“Okay. I promise not to get mad. Why didn’t you just leave when we came in?”

“I was snooping through your stuff to see if there were any sexy things to read or look at. Daddy has those and I thought maybe you and Uncle Greg would have some of that stuff for me to read or something. You know, something new for me to read… or something.”

Lisa remembered doing the same kinds of things. Snooping through the drawers of the families she babysat for, rummaging through closets at friends` houses, always careful to make it look undisturbed. She vaguely recalled noticing some things in their bags looking mussed when they’d started unpacking.

“Are you sure you’re not mad?”

“Yes, I am sure I’m not mad. I used to do that stuff too, you know.”

Here was the second revelation that day that had surprised Jenny. The first was her open admission to masturbation and now this one, that she’d snooped through people’s stuff. “I get the feeling we’re a lot alike,” she said, and Lisa clasped the naked twelve-year-old to her and hugged her tightly, feeling the skin as it touched and noticing the stiffness of her niece’s nipples as they air dried. Jenny returned the hug ardently and scooted her body into Aunt Lisa’s lap. Lisa accepted her niece’s overture of almost childish intimacy.

They held each other like that for several minutes. Then Lisa was kissing Jenny`s soft neck and shoulders, savoring her niece’s taut skin. Tasting the pool water only to find that it increased her thirst rather than quenched it. Lisa knew the only thing that would quench that thirst. Her hand began to massage Jenny’s ribcage, moving delicately over the small A-cup titties, tweaking the nipples, rubbing her muscular abdomen.

After several moments of these touches, her fingers began to move toward their final target. Finally, they reached her tender pussy lips. The index and middle fingers of her right hand parted the delicate folds of her virgin pussy, grazing the tender clitoris on their way into the soft inner lips. Immediately, Lisa’s fingers were drenched in Jenny’s fluids. The unusually sticky lubricant flowed from her vagina and coated Lisa’s hand. The milky substance was warm to the touch, and its lustful scent was as stimulating as an expensive perfume. Lisa’s fingers moved expertly around the flooding pussy, bringing intense pleasure to the girl who only moments ago had experienced one of her young life’s most forceful orgasms. Hers became the first fingers other than Jenny’s to explore her most tender regions. Gently, she pushed deeper into the secret folds of Jenny’s velvet soft pussy until her finger found the entrance to the fountain that was releasing all these juices. Pushing slightly, her finger disappeared into the fleshy hole of her vagina.

Jenny sucked her breath in as the finger entered her. She had used a tampon for several months, so there was no pain or discomfort when the finger had entered her. Now the experienced digit was moving in and out of her pussy, delving deeper into the center of her being. Her clit was already beginning to throb.

Being careful not to break the contact with her pussy, she scooted down to where she could begin to kiss, suck, and nibble Aunt Lisa’s wonderful titties. The globes were firm, not limp and sagging. Lisa had taken good care of herself and her breasts were no exception. Jenny was in heaven. She made love to Aunt Lisa’s boobs while Lisa fingered her fiery pussy.

After a moment, Jenny began to feel the beginnings of another orgasm approaching. That was the way with her, and she wondered if Aunt Lisa was the same. Once she had achieved an orgasm, if she was kept aroused, she could have several more in quick succession. She had read about women who were multi-orgasmic, but she had never matched the term with her own situation. As the next wave of orgasm washed over her, she suddenly understood, especially when the orgasm crested, calmed momentarily, and built immediately back to a building crescendo of another orgasm. She squirmed and squealed in delight as she rode a roller coaster of orgasms. Each one was more powerful than the last. It was as if she were going up taller and taller hills, cresting anew before plunging down and starting the journey up the next taller and steeper hill. The journeys were pure joy and she wanted them to last forever. With each new cresting wave she would moan and squeal louder and louder. Her hips would buck involuntarily, pushing her pussy into Aunt Lisa’s hand, impaling herself on her fingers.

Meanwhile, Lisa was nearly cumming without even being touched beyond the attention Jenny was paying to her breasts. She’d always had sensitive titties, and her nipples seemed to have a direct line to her clit. But she’d never gotten this excited just from having them sucked. She was bucking her own hips in a counter-rhythm to Jenny’s movements. The only contact with that area, though, was Jenny’s shapely little ass, which was grinding itself into her lap while her aunt’s fingers managed to bring her to torrential orgasms. Lisa’s pussy was a burning pit. She could feel Jenny’s ass in her lap and the abandoned excitement of her niece’s jerking pussy. Jenny’s mouth was glued to her right breast, licking and sucking it eagerly. Lisa remembered when Jenny was a baby and she would care for her when she was only seventeen or eighteen. She had wondered what it felt like to have a baby suckle her breast. She had offered Jenny her own breasts one day to see how it felt. She’d been surprised how sexual it felt. She had no milk to give, but Jenny seemed to enjoy sucking her boobs anyway. Not like this, of course, but the memory flooded back, giving her an unusual sense of déjà vu.

Suddenly, her own orgasm was building with surprising speed. It came upon her almost without warning. One second she was at a pinnacle of sexual ecstasy; the next she was crashing over the wall into a most powerful orgasm.

They each rode the climax to its conclusion. But to Lisa’s pleasant surprise, Jenny did not seem to be through quite yet. Lisa knew what to do about that.

“Move for a second, hon,” she told her young niece. Jenny shifted, and Lisa stood up on wobbly legs. “Move into the chair and dangle your feet on each side of the leg area of the seat.” She looked down at the result. Jenny was spread for her in the outdoor recliner, ready for whatever came next. Jenny reached down and continued to massage her little clit, refusing to give up her roller coaster ride just yet. She crested again and Lisa was on her knees in front of the child, bending herself over the prone little girl and placing her mouth at her succulent pussy. She dived in, rubbing her tongue on the clit and bringing Jenny an almost instant orgasmic crest.

Jenny tasted wonderful. At that moment, her cream was better than anything Lisa had ever tasted before. Jenny’s clit was positively vibrating with the intensity of her orgasms. Her vaginal walls were pulsing rhythmically, contracting with the waves that overtook her young, preteen body. Had she been able to think clearly enough to form a thought, she would have gladly accepted death right then.

Suddenly, Jenny could feel a sudden shifting in her body’s metabolism. Instead of a short bursting climb to the next cresting hill of orgasm, her body began a slow, methodic ascent instead. She was vaguely aware of this and waited with anticipation for what came next although she wasn’t sure what that was. All she knew was that she would enjoy it. Immensely.

As the next cresting climax built, she let herself go entirely. Her body became a mass of orgasmic fiber. Each cell in her body seemed to be riding this wave to its massive conclusion. She both tensed and relaxed awaiting the coming bodily explosion.

Then what happened was more than she ever thought could happen. Her body seemed to scream. Not her voice only, although that did do its share of screaming. It seemed that every cell was acutely aware of every sensation that flowed over her. Her body and mind erupted into such a massive orgasm that she nearly passed out. In fact she may have momentarily lost her senses. She wasn’t sure. Her hips bucked so much that Lisa had difficulty staying with her. She screamed so loud, Lisa was afraid the neighbors would hear and investigate. And they were nearly a quarter mile away. Lisa came as she’d never come before. A torrent of physical and mental bliss washed over her like a plunge into a warm ocean.

She didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘nirvana’, but if it had been explained to her, she’d have understood it perfectly.

Finally, after the orgasmic volcano had settled into the afterglow, she opened her eyes a little and looked at Aunt Lisa, who was sitting next to the chair, her bare ass against the pavement that wound around the pool. She opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was, “Wow.”

“I think I’m going to go for a little swim to revive my senses back to normal,” said Aunt Lisa. “You wanna join me or just relax in the chair?”

Jenny looked into her eyes. “I love you,” was all she said and fell instantly asleep.

Lisa kissed her sleeping niece. “I love you, too, honey-bunch. I love you too.” Then she slipped into the pool to replenish herself.

Continue on to Chapter 3