Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Cheryl Taggert

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Behind the counter at Subway, Becca was having a little trouble concentrating on the very beautiful woman’s sandwich order. As she and the little girl with her — her daughter, Becca figured — approached, she noticed the girl was wearing very tight shorts, her pussy mound — or camel toe — clearly showing. Becca had recently enjoyed her first lesbian sex with Carolyn, a girlfriend of hers, and the sudden image of this little girl walking up to the counter with her pussy on display through the thin fabric of the undersized shorts startled her. Not only was she surprised that the little girl was showing her camel toe like that, but she seemed to know exactly what Becca had been looking at. She had looked down at herself, where she obviously noticed the image of her labia stretching the fabric, then looked back at Becca with a rather lascivious smile on her face.

Not only that, but Becca noticed that when she saw the little girl’s pussy like that, she instantly felt herself getting wet. She felt her clit and inner labia swelling. An image of the little girl, who looked to be about ten or eleven, naked with Becca between her legs licking the girl’s pussy, came unbidden to her mind. Now her heart pounded and she could feel her cheeks flushing with the onset of lust. But the burning in her face was no match for the heat radiating from her pussy, which suddenly seemed to have a mind of its own.

Becca could not remember thinking of a little girl in that way, but the reaction from the young girl when she had noticed Becca looking at her pussy only enhanced the fantasy that was beginning to spin in her mind.

Becca realized the woman was talking to her. “I’m sorry?” she said, feeling sheepish.

“I said I’ll take a six-inch veggie sub on flatbread, with lettuce, tomato, mushrooms, green peppers, banana peppers, and pickles, with a little bit of light mayo but no cheese. My daughter will have a tuna salad on wheat with lettuce and tomato only.”

“Um…okay…sorry. Do you want them toasted?”

“No, thank you.” Who orders a veggie sub toasted? Cheryl thought to herself. Then she realized what was wrong with the girl. She kept looking down at Tina. At her shorts. At her pussy, to be exact. The girl was flustered by what she’d seen.

“Coming right up,” Becca said, turning and nearly running into Janet, her manager, who was walking to the register to ring the order up.

Cheryl smiled. She could easily tell this girl was turned on by seeing Tina’s camel toe. If she’d simply noticed it, she surely would not be getting this flustered. The girl even looked back at Tina’s crotch several times while making the subs, her face flushed. Even her breathing was ragged.

Becca continued looking at the young girl. She’d never had these feelings before and wondered what was wrong with her. What am I, some kind of pedo?! she’d thought to herself. Then, as quickly as the thought had occurred, the answer came to her without warning. You’re creaming your panties from seeing the outline of a little girl’s pussy. You must be! She began to wonder just how much her first lesbian sex with Carolyn had changed her. Okay, she had noticed Carolyn’s little sister wrapped in a towel after her shower that night, even before the sex with her friend, and she’d thought she was cute, and even a little bit sexy, but she’d not reacted like this.

Then again, she’d already been horny from knowing Carolyn’s plans for that night, so who knows how much the sight of Candace, Carolyn’s ten-year-old sister, had affected her? This girl looked to be about the same age as Candace, maybe a year older.

She finished making the sandwiches, and smiled shyly at the woman and her daughter as they started to leave. The little girl once again blatantly stared down at her pussy then back up at Becca. She smiled at Becca in a most naughty way and…oh my God! Did she just wink?

The little vixen skipped away, catching up to her mother before turning again to see if Becca was looking at her. Becca was embarrassed to realize she was. She was staring at her. No, she wasn’t staring at her, exactly, she was staring at the little girl’s butt as she skipped away. When the girl stopped to turn again, Becca raised her eyes to the girl’s face, but it was too late. She had obviously noticed where Becca was staring.

———

Tina was so excited that her camel toe had been noticed by the teenage girl that she felt she could come with just a few swipes of her hand across her slit. She did her best to let the girl know it was okay for her to look at her like that. Tina loved this kind of attention. She’d never been aware of this feeling of longing to be looked at, but now that it had happened, she wanted it to continue.

Tina looked back after she’d caught up with her mom and noticed the girl was still staring at her. The angle of the girl’s stare made it clear she’d been watching Tina’s butt. She was certain the older girl had noticed her flirting, and now she wanted to do more.

———

Becca realized she needed to go to the bathroom, but not to pee or anything like that. She needed to rub herself to a quick orgasm. She had never felt this horny in her life. The idea that this little girl, so young she would almost surely be bald down there, had openly flirted with her in a very sexual manner made Becca so worked up she knew she might have a spontaneous orgasm if she didn’t take care of herself right away.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” she told Janet. Her manager looked at her with a slightly puzzled look.

“Are you feeling okay? You look a bit flushed.”

“Um…yeah. I’m fine. I just need to go. I’ll be back soon.”

“Take your time. I can handle anything,” Janet said, and Becca exited from behind the counter and made a beeline to the bathrooms across the mall’s food court. The shortest distance to them took her right past the girl and her mother, along with two other women and another two girls. Oddly, it was the three little girls she noticed most as she went by, but particularly the little one who’d flirted with her so brazenly.

She passed them and continued toward the restrooms.

———-

Tina saw the girl heading in their direction, and for a moment she wondered if the girl was going to tell Mom about the steamy flirtation, thinking to get her in trouble. Or at least try to. But then the girl kept walking. Tina watched her and suddenly realized where the girl was going.

She was headed for the restrooms. Tina’s idea about getting with the girl in the bathroom was becoming a possibility. She’d been sure the girl was interested in her, and she decided to see if the girl might be interested in fooling around in a bathroom stall. She’d done that with Heather before, and it had been fun.

Would the girl be open to Tina’s suggestions if they were able to be alone in a stall in the mall bathroom, or would she freak? It was taking a chance, but she had to find out.

“Mommy, I have to go to the bathroom.”

Cheryl, who’d been talking with Lisa and Jennifer, smiled and nodded at her, unaware of Tina’s scheme. “You want someone to go with you?” she asked.

“No, it’s okay. I won’t be long.”

Getting up, she moved toward the bathroom like a cat stalking a bird, quickly closing the distance between them until she was about ten feet behind her quarry. She slowed her pace and did her best to keep from being seen without making it obvious.

She entered the bathroom less than three feet behind the girl. A woman with a toddler was exiting as they went in. Another woman was at the sinks, washing her hands prior to leaving.

———

As they passed in front of the sinks, Becca noticed the young girl with the camel toe in the mirrors over the sinks. Turning, she stared, wide-eyed, not believing this angel of a girl had followed her here.

The woman at the sink finished and exited, casting a glance at the two girls, who looked like gunslingers of the old west facing each other prior to a showdown. As she looked, she caught a glimpse of the younger girl’s crotch and mentally shook her head in dismay that a parent would allow her daughter to walk around the mall like that. But it wasn’t her child, so she left without a comment.

“Hi. I’m Tina.”

“I’m Becca.”

“I saw you looking.”

Becca looked around the bathroom to make sure they were alone.

“Looking?” she asked, knowing her attempt at innocence would not work and realizing at the same time she didn’t really want it to.

Tina glanced behind her to make sure nobody was coming in. She decided they didn’t have time for games. Someone could walk in at any second.

“At my pussy,” she said. “You were looking at my pussy. I like that.”

Becca looked around again, too nervous to trust her eyes that they were indeed alone in the restroom. She looked back at Tina.

“You, uh…you do?”

Tina closed the small gap between them and took Becca’s hand, leading her into a stall.

“We have to go in here. We don’t want someone to walk in and catch us.”

Catch us? Becca thought. Her mind seemed to be moving in slow motion. It was as if she were two people. One was a seventeen-year-old pedophile lusting after this prepubescent, very attractive and sexy little girl. The other was the old Becca. The one who would have frowned on this behavior just days ago. It was the old Becca who had wondered stupidly what they might be caught doing.

As soon as Tina had the latch on the door to the stall, she pulled down her shorts and panties, exposing her pussy to Becca’s gaze. Then she reached up and began to unbutton Becca’s pants. “Help me. We don’t have all day.”

Becca snapped out of whatever had been happening to her brain, and said good-bye to the old Becca forever. She had come in here to masturbate to a fantasy of having some sort of sex with this little girl named Tina. That she’d been offered the chance to actually do what she had been fantasizing about moments before seemed unreal, as if she might wake up from a sex dream at any second.

But this was no dream. This was a warm, apparently very horny young girl, and she joined her in pulling down her pants and panties in one movement before lifting her shirt and bra to expose her boobs to the lustful attention of Tina.

In seconds they were kissing, and Tina’s left hand moved instantly to Becca’s breasts, pinching the nipples expertly. Her right moved to Becca’s pussy, which was closely trimmed. Tina could feel the flood that was coming out of the older girl’s pussy. Yes, she’d definitely been turned on by Tina’s suggestive flirtations.

Becca, feeling as if she were late to the party, began to rub the hairless pussy that had been so brazenly exposed to her to enjoy and please. She’d been leaning over to kiss Tina, who for one so young was an excellent kisser, and her fingers explored the silky folds of the little girl’s pussy.

Suddenly, Tina broke the kiss and before Becca could protest, the little girl had moved her face into Becca’s middle, seeking the pussy that was wafting its strong scent into the air inside the stall.

Becca gasped as Tina’s tongue plunged into her most secret place. She knew this would not take long at all. She realized quickly the little girl was an expert at licking pussy. It was obvious she’d done this before. Her mind raced, wondering where she’d learned so much.

“How old are you?” Becca asked, suddenly needing to know. Tina was so good at this Becca stupidly wondered if maybe she was older, perhaps closer to her own age, and suffered from some sort of stunted growth, making her appear to be so young.

“Eleven,” Tina said as she quickly pulled back from the feast she was enjoying before diving back in for more.

“God! Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?”

Tina didn’t answer. She was too busy enjoying this older girl’s pussy, and the answer to Becca’s question would just take too long.

Becca’s hand remained on Tina’s bald pussy, rubbing it erratically. She was consumed with the need to come. To have a mind-blowing orgasm right there. She braced herself for the rushing waves of her climax, knowing she would have to remain quiet in case someone came into the restroom. Hell, someone might have already come in. She was too far gone to have noticed.

Tina’s tongue swirled around Becca’s clitoris, and that was all she needed to explode. She rammed her arm into her mouth, stifling the sounds of the gasping orgasm that consumed her. She felt she might collapse and sat on the toilet to prevent herself from falling onto the floor of the bathroom.

When the orgasm had passed, she opened her eyes to see Tina there, begging with her eyes to have the favor returned.

Becca was more than happy to oblige.

Catching her breath, she stood and lifted Tina to stand on the seat of the toilet. Crouching a bit, she was able to lick the smooth skin of Tina’s pussy. As she moved toward the offered treasure, she whispered, “Can you come?”

“Oh, yes,” said Tina and gave herself to the feelings that were overwhelming her already. The idea of what they were doing added to the excitement. They’d only met fifteen minutes ago at Subway, and here they were getting each other off with their tongues.

In less than thirty seconds after Becca began licking Tina’s clit, she started to come. She tried to prevent any noises, but a few grunts and whimpers forced their way beyond her lips. She shuddered so much she feared falling from the toilet, but with Becca’s help, managed to stay upright until the orgasm had passed.

Soon they were done. Tina panted to catch her breath, and Becca looked into Tina’s angel eyes and wondered what had suddenly caused her to lust after an eleven-year-old while at the same time not caring.

“I’ll check in at Subway the next time I’m here, okay?” said Tina, getting her shorts and panties back into place and smiling at Becca.

“Okay,” said Becca, somewhat bewildered and still coming down from the natural high the orgasm had produced. She wondered if Tina were telling the truth or just being polite. She certainly hoped she would see Tina again. In fact, she was already becoming horny just thinking of it.

They exited the stall together. An elderly woman was entering the bathroom and seemed to think nothing of the teenager and younger girl coming out of the same stall.

Tina and Becca left the mall bathroom and smiled at each other before parting ways. Becca was still so stunned by what had happened, she was still wondering if it had been real. Tina made her way to her mother and the other girls and ladies as Becca returned to work. She stopped at the sink behind the counter to wash her hands. Taking a deep breath, she got back to work with a smile on her face.

———–

In the bathroom, twelve-year-old Monica Duncan sat on the toilet and did her best to convince herself that what she’d heard was what she thought she’d heard. She had entered the bathroom, thinking she was alone, and had passed the stall two doors from hers and heard noises coming from within. It was obviously two girls having sex. She’d read about this before. She had managed to get ahold of several books that had this kind of thing in it and she’d sneaked them to her room to read them. She found herself equally attracted to both boys and girls in the stories, but this was no story. This was real. Two young girls were having sex in the other stall and they hadn’t heard her come in.

As she listened to their climaxes, she had begun rubbing herself. She had timed her orgasm with what sounded like the younger girl’s orgasm. She’d heard the younger girl mention Subway, and Monica realized the older girl worked there.

Monica’s mom would be waiting for her so she needed to hurry. She finished, wiped herself, and before washing up, went to peek outside the entry to the bathroom to see if she could see the two who’d just had sex together in the stall. The food court was nearly empty now, and she saw the two of them separate as they walked to their destinations.

The older girl did indeed work at Subway. Monica watched her as she moved back behind the counter and went to wash her hands.

The young girl went to a table with three women and two other girls. Then she gasped as she realized she knew all of them, except for the girl who’d just had sex and one of the women, probably her mother. Two of the women at the table were teachers at her school, Miss Taylor and Miss Simmons. And the other two girls were Hannah and Susan, girls who were in some of her classes at school the previous year that had ended just the day before. Hannah and Susan were best friends, attached at the hip, her mom would say. Now she wondered if they were more than that.

The girl who’d had sex looked enough like Hannah that she knew they must be sisters.

Monica began to consider how she could work this to her advantage. She would have to think about it. She was tired of using her own hands to come. She wanted a partner. Or maybe partners.

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