Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Louisa May

Little did we know, after that magical intermission, that we wouldn’t be seeing each other alone (other than our oh so brief pre-show ritual) for another 2 weeks! They were agonizing, as I could imagine they’d be doubly so for such a little restless imp. Every day during our five minutes or so in my dressing room before the show, she’d pine, and steel herself, and moon, and giggle, and just go somewhat sexbonkers for the sensations of the Stairwell.

The problem, for us, was that management had provided a chaperone for the youngsters, as one of the older women had complained of mid-show distractions. So Julianne couldn’t come visit me without company. And I don’t believe “Oh, I’m just going to have sex with Mrs. T” would have helped our cause…

There WAS one very nice stolen moment, when about six of us gals, kids and olders, went shopping together at one of the downtown malls after a matinee. There was a show later that afternoon, so we thought we’d just stick around and sample the city a bit.

And about 4 of us, a mother and daughter (another of the Little Three), and Julianne and I, stopped into a Structure store to check out the clothes (I wasn’t much on the New, but I liked their stuff every so often). I caught J’s twinkling eye when the mother told us she’d meet us in a few minutes at the front. They were going to the Changing Room. Well, this was a HUGE Structure, and there were two changing rooms! So little Julianne and I hustled our hungry butts down to the other room, trying not to RUN, and I grabbed a few smallish-looking outfits off some rack on the way, and we smiled, and were shown into a rather large changing stall by a clerk who then left. There was no one else in the area. We stood stock still for a moment, listening. Nothing. Then our eyes met.

Wordlessly, she leapt into my arms and began kissing my face like a starving girl. I opened my mouth and received her, just drinking in all that sweet Julianne breath. She was wearing a sort of bellbottomed stretch pants, purple, so I just yanked them right off her wriggling butt as she held on to me. So there she was, hands on my face, kissing,kissing, kissing, with her pants and panties bunched mid-thigh, and I just kneaded and palmed and twisted the soft, smooth flesh of her pretty little naked bottom. It was a wonderful added treat to have all those mirrors around, too, for I could watch her amazingly sexy gyrations, watch her dark pink little asshole pooch and wink with excitement at each small sigh and murmur.

And when I touched that wiggling star, I heard a little “ohhhh!” in my mouth, and she whispered fiercely, “my bottom is SO excited, I can hardly Breathe!” And when I pressed lightly against her warm anus, her mouth stopped, panting, at my ear, and I could then smell her heat, the tarry musk of her excitement.

Oh my GOD, I wanted so to strip her completely and make love to her for HOURS, to conSUME my Julianne, and be consumed…

But in our allotted, confined time, we did our best to love. And she did come, shortly thereafter. Humping my fingers wildly, with muffled squeaks and grunts, while I again stored this seemingly fictional moment away in mind, to come with her in dreams, and wakings.

“You guys??”

The Other Folk. I guess they tired of waiting.

I called, as Julianne licked my neck, “we’re almost set! Julianne got the belt stuck here.” She smiled, and nipped my lower lip. I put her down, and put a finger to her lips. “Taste yourself, ” I whispered.

She did, flushed, quizzical; she closed her small bright mouth around my finger, and, looking up into my eyes, sucked. Then swallowed. She sighed, and her eyes welled. “Kiss me.”

I leaned and kissed her deeply, slowly, then softly away. “We gotta go.”

Her lip trembled. “Nooo.”

I nodded. “Come on, dove,” and reached for the door. I didn’t want to think.

She stopped me, leaned her head into my side. “When, when, when??” she murmured.

“I don’t know, sweetie.” I breathed in her hair. “Sometime. I don’t know.” And opened the door.

It wasn’t until the week before we closed that I got to be with her, in the truest sense, again. And it was her idea, all hers.

I’d just finished doing my bills, and was in the process of stamp-sticking, when there was a frantic-sounding knock on my apartment door. I opened, and the relief in Julianne’s worried eyes was huge. She was dressed in her school outfit, and carried her school bag.

“You’re here!!”

I looked down the empty hallway, and closed the door. She leapt into my arms and immediately began where she’d left off a couple of weeks before, kissing, kissing, kissing. In the midst of this, a panted, hurried narrative got out: “I didn’t know –*kiss-kiss*– if you’d be here! –*kiss*– ’cause I told my Mom–*kisskisskiss*– I had to study with you –*kisskiss– ”

“Study with me??” I pulled my loving lamprey away for a bit.

She stared at me, eyes wide, a loopy smile on her pretty freckled face. She nodded. “Uh-huh. You said you’d help me with my Juliet speech.”

My brows rose. “I did?”

She nodded, a gleeful imp. She bit her lower lip.

I smiled, and leaned in to touch her nose to nose. I her eyes were huge, blurred, gorgeous. “So,” I murmured, “we should probably remember to look at that, huh?”

“Yeah,” she whispered back, her hips rocking into me, her eyes big and full on mine, “we should…”

And I touched my lips to hers and it was like turning on a switch, she was immediately panting into my mouth, sucking at my tongue, allowing deep access, kissing, kissing…

I carried her, still kissing, into my apartment, and sat on the edge of my couch.

We came away eventually, mutually, for a breath of air. She breathed, and looked at me. Tears welled.

“Hey, hey, hey…” I kissed a tear that fell, licking up her cheek. Clear, salty, Julianne, unbearable.

She took a shaky breath, and smiled bravely. “I just…I can’t think about you leaving, is all…” and another tear broke, and was sipped.

I kissed her, and it was hers again. “Let’s not.” I smoothed her cheek, and ran my fingers through that amazing little crop of thick golden hair. :Let’s use our time…wisely, hmm?”

She smiled, grinned, and nodded eagerly.

“Want to play a game? Kinda like what we HAVE played, but different?”

She murmured, still a bit sniffily, “I wanna do anything you tell me to do.”

I smiled. “Anything?”

She nodded, a dare. “Eh-nee-thing!”

I regarded her, put a posed finger to my chin. “Hmm…”

Her eyes grew wide, and she grimaced comically. “Eek!”

I stood. “Alright…sit there. Legs together. And sit up straight, young lady!” She was the picture of young Catholic school rectitude. Except for the expression of delighted anticipation.

I moved the coffee table to the wall and stood before her. “Would you like to see my breasts?”

She flushed, and took a deep breath. “Yes.”

“Yes, what, young lady?”

“Yes, please. Miss.” I noticed her squirm her slim thighs together slightly.

I must admit I was not dressed for a sexy show here; an oversize Steelers sweatshirt over a running bra,and satin running shorts. Under these were plain white cottons– my running outfit, which I’d planned until heaven walked in.

I was surprised to find myself a little embarrassed all of a sudden, to be stripping for this little girl, whom I adored. I realized I cared very much that she’d like what she saw, and had a sudden qualm that maybe she wouldn’t! I wasn’t smooth and perfect, I had…seasoning, and folds, and…wrinkles, for God’s sake! In all sorts of places! Well…( as I drew my sweatshirt over my head)…love me or leave me, little Julianne, but here I am.

And as I dropped the shirt on the floor and resumed the same motion to remove the sport bra, her face was rapt. Her lips were parted, as if she were waiting expectantly for the biggest birthday surprise…I felt so, so sexy, to strip for this wonderful girl. I struggled as gracefully as possible out of the bra, dropped it, and gave my pretties a good, hearty massage, celebrating the air. That and the awareness of J’s sweet gaze made my impertinent nipples really stand up; they were already a good half-inch, and rising. The breasts themselves were nice, 36C or so, and felt SO good to be handled.

I watched Julianne’s face flush darker. “Your breasts…are beautiful,” she breathed. I crooked my finger to her. Like a sleepwalker, she stood and approached me. Her head came up to my breasts. She stared at them, then at me.

“Suck my nipple, Julianne.”

“Ohh…” and she opened her mouth as I lifted the breast and placed my nipple on her tongue. Immediately, she closed it softly between her lips and began sucking. Ohh, my GOD, I felt it grow like a penis, harden in her warm mouth.

“Mmm, harder…” and she did, she sucked me harder, I felt her teeth against the dark senstive skin around the nipple, and her little tongue flick and flick upon the nipple itself. I held her head against me, switched her over, and stroked her hair. I began pulling at her shirt. No. Not yet.

I pulled her off me, “plup!” Her lips were wet, eyes glazed and puzzled. I kissed her soft, wet lips. “Get naked for me, Julianne. I want to see you naked.” And I sat on the couch.

She stood, looking a bit sleepy-eyed.

I pulled my nipple. OoooooooHH!! “Show me your sexy body, honey. Go ahead.”

She smiled slightly, shyly, and started, hesitantly, to pull the shirt I’d ruffled out of her skirt’s waistband. It was a white shirt, and a plaid, knee-length skirt. Black, patent leather shoes, white socks. Of course.

I sat back on the couch and opened my legs. My crotch was a bit damp already, and I laid my palm on it. “Take off your clothes, pretty girl,” I murmured.

She smiled, swallowed, and unbuttoned the shirt. No bra, and the J breasts were just starting, little half-plums with unusually dark pink currants in their middles. She dropped her shirt, and now reached round to get at the skirt zipper.

“Turn around. I want to see your bottom when you take your skirt off.”

And she dutifully turned, her shoes a touch pigeon-toed, and finally got the clip. Zzzip, and now she brought it down, slowly, watching me and now enjoying this, I think. I grinned to see the familiar yellow field of purple hearts revealed, and she grinned to see I’d seen. She did a little wiggle that took my breath away.

“Now…”, little shaky, “now, pull your panties down to your knees, and take off your shoes. Leave your socks on, honey.”

“‘Kay…” small voice. And she peeled those yellow panties down, and bent further to take the shoes off. Her bare, smooth bottom…the cheeks perfect, small globes that lightened at their tops; the shallow crack, dark, coddling the even darker pocket of her tiny, hidden anus; and those two prominent lips below, symmetrical fruit, their inner, rosy, shiny tongue peeking out between…

Thank GOD she got the shoes off, I would have had to take her there, half-shod. “Pull up, and go lie on my bed…”

And as the dutiful child she was, she did, and lay, panties and socks, her head on my pillow. A slight smile for me as I pulled my shorts off and joined her there. I knelt over her, and kissed her once. She reached her arms around and pulled me down to her. We kissed some more, and I drew circles ’round her budding breasts, her nipples that grew hard. We kissed, and then my hand smoothed down her taut, smooth stomach, and fingered at her navel, a large hole for such a little girl.

She stopped her kissing to whisper to me, “I can fit a dime in there,” wiggled her bottom, and resumed her deep, deep kissing. My hand ran further down, and felt the dampness at her mound, and felt her little hips lift UP, her legs splay impossibly wide, a welcome. A deMAND. Well, I’m game.

My fingers smoothed the humid groove, her cotton panties sinking into her as I pressed and circled. She moaned.

I stopped kissing. “Do you want me to kiss you there?”

Eyes wide. A swallow, then a nod, that grew faster, more aggressive with each shake. I felt her hips bounce with each thumping nod.

I moved down her body, and with my mouth retraced my previous track: my tongue licked circles round her little tits, and I lipped the beestung nipples, sucked, gently gripped them in my teeth.

“Mmmm!” Her body arched to me, her hands caressed my thick dark hair. I trailed my mouth down, down, and it was true, it WAS a capacious belly button; my tongue tip scooped inside, she giggled, and gasped as I moved my face still further down, and mouthed upon her heated panty middle. I breathed into her open crotch, and felt the soft, soft contours of her sex upon my lips, under the cloth.

As soon as I looked up, she raised her hips, and I drew the panties down, and off her white-socked feet. I stayed awhile, still, just staring at her beautiful, wild virgin pussy, her hairless, somewhat rosy, shining lips, now open to me in her inviting spread. It seemed to me she pulsed, down there, her inner lips curled slowly in their need, and a pearl of whitish fluid welled within her folds.

I looked up at her flushed, expectant face. “What do you call this, honey?”

She blushed and jiggled her hips. “Just…down there. I think. I don’t know.”

“Let’s call it something, alright?” She nodded. “What shall we call it?”

“Umm…what do you call it?”

“I call it my pussy.”

Julianne blushed, her eyes widened. “Oh-kaay.”

“So,” I smiled. “What do you want me to do, honey?”

She grinned, grimaced. “Umm…kiss me…on my pussy? Eeeeh!” And she covered her face.

And I did. I leaned in, and blew again on the soft flesh, a hot breath.

“Oooh.” Hands up behind her head. Her legs were open so wide.

I stuck my tongue out, looking in her eyes, and touched the tip to the little pearl of moisture. And licked. She took a deep, slow breath. I swallowed the dew. Sooo wonderful, so…salty, acidic, musky, sex-earthy. I kissed her parted lips, and pressed my own upon them, mashing softly in, opening them, and snaked my tongue inside.

“Ohhhh…” she pushed her hips towards me, grinding herself into my mouth. My tongue laved down, and licked a line below her hole, to slick against the smooth skin underneath, then down into the tiny valley of her asshole. Her legs went up, and up and dangled way apart.

Then, tasting that dark hole, I wormed my tongue upwards again, and scooped a path along her sliming furrow up into her little hood, that parted for me, and presented the blood-white, shiny nub that was her clit.

And when I gently worried there, tiny licklick circles through and through, she sighed, and moaned, and started to whisper-wail small mewings and amazed cries: “OhhhHHH…ohhh, that’s…it’s so gooood, I’m …ooooooOOOOOHH!! OH, OHH, OHHH!!” And she was pulling at her feet and legs, trying to pull herself apart for me, to make herself one big only Pussy, and wildly swinging her hips and bottom around and up, and up, and bouncing, while I licked, and sucked, and circled, and fluttered…

And when I felt her crisis finally coming, I held her legs apart, and clamped my mouth to her clit, and sucked, and sucked. And she did come, loudly, weeping, a pillow on her face, thrashing into it, muffling her terror-filled joy, until she grunted, and uttered a stifled squeak that continued as her legs locked around my ears, her hips rose, and froze, and she shook and shook, spasming into my mouth, spasms that grew less and less; until she melted, boneless, down, and I brought my face away, swallowing the delicious Julianne spend, my face coated with Her.

I removed my own panties (soaked beyond redemption), and lay down next to her. She turned and buried her face in my neck, her hand on my cheek, a soft, childlike stroking. We lay quietly, breathing, aware, for a few minutes. Then a small voice in my ear. “I’m going with you, you know.”

I smoothed lazy circles on her thin bare back. “In my heart, I know. But no, you know.”

Another long pause, breathing, smelling her; her light floral shampoo, her so-young excitement. Her tangy skin. She still lightly stroked my cheek, and chin, and ear, her face buried. Then: “I love you too much.”

I brought her head up, both hands on her cheeks, and looked in her tear-smeared eyes. Oh my God. My God. I stared into those loving eyes. Her face, this little eleven-year-old face, was an epiphany. I hadn’t planned to fall in love, and certainly, certainly not in such an impossible way. I leaned in and kissed her softly, gently, meaningfully. I leaned away and looked again into those golden eyes. Her lower lip trembled slightly. There was a tiny scar on her chin.

“How can we do this, my little Julianne?” She just looked at me, her lips parted. “I don’t know how we can do this.”

She whispered, “I just want to be with you.”

I kissed her damp, freckled forehead. “And I want to be with you.” I breathed deeply. “I love you.” It was like the sun came out in her eyes, though they welled up again. I kissed those eyes, one by one, and tasted her love. “So what are we going to do?”

She touched my nipple. Just a touch. Touch, touch. She watched herself doing it. “I don’t know,” she murmured.

Ooh, that just sent ripples through me. “Well…I don’t know about the long run right now,” as I watched my nipple grow under her soft touch-touching, “but you could sure help me out, if you want.”

She nodded. “What do you want me to do? Yes, yes, yes, yes.” She sat up, invigorated. “I’ll do anything for you. Anything.”

I touched her nose. “Sweet girl.” I knelt up. “Would you like to kiss my pussy like I did to you?”

Her eyes widened, and she nodded, a bit less surely. “Uh-huh…”

“What, honey?”

“I want to, I’m just…” she made a little timid face, “I don’t know what to do.”

“That’s okay, honey, I’ll show you. Lie down here.” And she lay down, her head on the pillow. “Here, scootch down a bit.” She did so, and I arranged the pillow vertically beneath her head. Then I straddled her belly. “See, I’m going to kneel above you, and all you have to do is kiss my pussy for me like you watched me do you.” I leaned down to her and kissed her, deeply. She responded, her arms going up around my neck. Our tongues played together, twining, slithering together, drinking each other. Then I knelt back up.

“Woo…ohh, honey…”

“I love kissing you.” She bit her lower lip.

“Ohh, honey.” I was lightheaded. I looked down at my own pussy, and pulled my lips apart for her. “See here? My other lips.” And very wet. I looked at her. “Just kiss them like you kissed me, and I’ll just…”

“Go flying to the moon!” She grinned.

“At least.” I shuffled upwards along her body, until I knelt astride her head. Seeing her between my thighs, her huge, gorgeous eyes…it wouldn’t take long, that’s for sure. “Ready?”

She nodded, and kissed an inner thigh. “I want to…kiss your pussy.”

And as she blushed, I smiled, and lowered myself down to her mouth. I watched her open her mouth and take the first questing taste. She looked up. “You taste goood!” I lowered a bit more, and was now in a position such that she’d not have to do much with any part of her other than her mouth.

And I felt her, ohh, I felt that pretty, lively mouth kiss, and lick, then thrust her tongue inside me. I grabbed my breasts and kneaded them, as I watched my darling Julianne work.

And soon I felt the tingle of my impending come, the currents coursing through me, warming me, filling me with their animal glow. And Julianne was making noise down there, humming, and slurping, and shaking her head so that I felt her hair brush, brush against my thighs. Ohhhh, GOD, so GOOD, Ohh, Fuck, my baby, ohh my baby, and I put my hand behind her head and pulled her into me, and began to really fuck her face.

And she was moaning, and making little noises like a hungry child at her first bowl of soup for days, and I just smeared myself all on her mouth, her nose, her chin — and then I was really coming, and panting like a beast, and jamming her face up and down, fast, into my cunt, fucking her face. “OhHHHH, BABY, yes, yesyes YESSS, OhhH FUCK, honey, I’m COMING, Baby, OHHHH GODD, ooOOH! OHH!! AAAUUGHHH!!!”

And pressed her HARD into my pussy as I shook, frozen, spasming against her near-suffocated face. And realized it, in the recesses of my orgasming mind, and loosened my grip. But she, dear soul, stayed there, and as I came down, ran her whole face slowly up and down my greasy slit, my wet-mat lips, giving me additional, lightning jolts of pleasure, as my come wound down…

And as I knew, I spread my kneeling thighs, and pulled her upwards through my legs, and embraced her, held her to me, and she wrapped her little arms around me, kissing my breasts, my belly, my shoulders… kissing, kissing, kissing. My love.

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