Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Passing Cloud

With an almost overpowering surge of lust, I started to lick my sister’s cunt.

I took my time.

I began with a long, slow lick along the length of her slit, from her clit to her anus. I inhaled deeply. It smelled and tasted just as I wanted and expected. I knew what a little girl’s pee and bum holes were like and I needed that sense of reality to reinforce in my mind what I was actually doing.

At least that’s what I think I was doing as I look back.

It was a kind of ‘relishing the moment’.

Making it REAL.

I loved the response I got. Kathy released a long sigh of satisfaction as my tongue slid over her skin, then she gasped as it wriggled between her lips and then, “Oh!” she cried in surprise as the tip tickled her clitoris.

I tried to copy what Maria had done to me. I opened my mouth wide and engulfed her entire vulva, sucking her fleshy mound while letting my tongue repeatedly flick her sensitised button.

It wasn’t long before she was moaning in earnest. I noticed the different responses depending on where and how I licked her: the intake of breath when I touched her clitoris, the exhalation and prolonged “oh… oh… oh…” as I caressed the sensitive membranes along the length of her slit and between her lips, the various oohs and aahs as I varied the pressure and speed and intensity of my caresses, the working of my tongue.

My focus shifted slightly. Although I was loving what I was doing, and was to an extent satisfying my own sexual desires, I found my mind becoming slightly detached. I wanted to acquire knowledge, expertise. I wanted to be as proficient as possible for Maria.

I started asking questions.

Raising my face from my sister’s eager vagina, I said, “Tell me how it feels. Tell me where you like it most. Tell me how you want it.”

Exhaling with an extended sigh, her voice trembling, Kathy answered, “Oooh, that’s nice, there,” as I flicked my tongue around her pee-hole. As I trailed it along her labia, dipping into her slit as I went, she whispered, “Mmm that’s lovely.” Then as I paused over her clitoris and took it first between my pursed lips, then started to tickle it with the tip of my tongue, she arched her back groaning, “There, just there, lick it… oooh… not so hard, not so hard… oooh…” I softened the pressure of my tongue. I was still licking quickly — tiny rapid movements, but I was barely making contact. It was the subtlest of touches that I could manage, but it seemed to be working.

Her back remained arched, her head flung back — still tantalisingly muffled by her nightdress — as her arms strained and twisted, her legs remained stretched wide and her breathing got faster and shallower. “Ah… ah… there. Yes, that’s it… that’s it… like that… don’t stop… p-please!”

I rejoiced in her orgasm.

I tried to hold her in position as she came. I kept licking and licking throughout, not wanting to stop. I tried to pin her arms so I could continue, but she was too strong, her convulsions too violent. I had a fleeting thought that next time I would like to tie her down so I could lick her for as long as I wanted. I didn’t realise it then, but that thought would recur and become relevant very soon.

For the moment, though, I had achieved what I had set out to do. I felt ready for Maria. I sat up with an intense feeling of satisfaction and achievement and watched my sister recover.

Kathy lay trembling on her back as she pulled her nightdress down and covered herself up. I felt a twinge of regret as I lost sight of her nakedness. I wanted to tell her — order her — not to cover herself. To let me keep looking at her. I wanted to stay in command. Again, I thought about tying her up. The idea thrilled me. But it would have to wait. Soon, I told myself. Maybe tomorrow night. I instinctively felt that these little erotic encounters with my sister were falling under my control. I would decide what we did, and where and how. It just seemed right to me. Time would tell.

She slowly regained her composure. The trembling subsided and she pulled the covers back up. She looked at me sheepishly. I thought she was going to say something, but she just kept looking at my face. She had a half-smile and she bit her bottom lip as she kept staring at me.

I put my hand on hers and, smiling gently, said, “Was it alright?”

Her smile widened as she nodded silently. She grasped my hand tightly with both of hers then suddenly pulled it under the covers and, widening her smile into a wicked grin, pushed it back between her legs. With both hands she pressed my eager fingers into her vulva. Between her lips. “Put your finger inside,” she urged me.

I was surprised but delighted, and more than willing to comply.

My middle finger easily slipped into her hot wetness as, relishing the feeling, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth in a silent gasp.

She gripped my wrist under the covers, holding my hand in place, so I couldn’t have withdrawn even if I had wanted to.

After a few moments she opened her eyes and, still holding my arm firmly, said, “God. That was great! Your tongue feels a lot different to your hand… your hand is nice as well, though…” and she fell back, squirming into her pillow as she released her grip and I began to move my finger around inside her.

It amused me to watch my sister slowly writhing as I fingered her. I watched the changing expressions on her face, listened to the range of sounds coming from her mouth. She was obviously loving it.

But I wanted to be in charge, and at the moment that wasn’t happening.

I abruptly pulled my finger out and withdrew my hand from under the covers.

“Don’t stop!” she pleaded. “Please?”

“I’ll do it again tomorrow,” I told her. I was surprised at how firm I sounded. “I’m tired now.”

She looked disappointed and pushed her bottom lip out in a display of sulky petulance.

Ignoring her, I bent over and put my mouth close to her ear. I whispered conspiratorially, “I was talking to Maria after,” I lied. Again. Twice in two days. It was becoming a habit. Lying to my sister for my own gratification. I felt a wicked little thrill inside. I was being bad. Naughty. I liked the feeling.

“She told me a secret.”

I paused.

I could hear the bedside clock ticking.

“What?” Kathy hissed. There was urgency in her voice. “What did she tell you?”

I paused again. Thinking.

“She told me she was playing with her cousin, and part of the game was to be tied up and tickled,” the lie continued. “She said it feels even better if you can’t move. She said her cousin did it to her when she was tied up and she couldn’t stop her, and it felt great.”

I stopped there, having planted the seed, and slid into my own bed. My mind was still working. Somehow, I had to broach this with Maria. I had to get to her first. Plots and plans were forming in my mind. I found myself enjoying the intrigue.

“I didn’t know she had a cousin,” muttered Kathy as I snuggled beneath the bedclothes. “She didn’t tell me.”

*****

The next day was a glorious, sunny day. It was already hot under a clear blue sky as I skipped to school. Kathy didn’t even try to keep up. She seemed a little sullen and preoccupied and content to make her own way while I went on ahead.

In class, I spent the morning in reverie, wondering how I could get alone with Maria. A number of different scenarios ran through my mind – none of which were completely satisfactory.

Then, suddenly it seemed, it was mid-day.

I ran from class to our usual meeting place. Maria and the others were just arriving. I skipped the last few yards as Maria’s face lit up at the sight of me.

“Here she is,” she acknowledged me with a beautiful smile, “my little girlfriend.”

She casually threw her arm around my shoulders and led me along a path into the school park area. The school had extensive grounds with large grassed areas for sports fields and a number of small wooded areas as well as ancillary buildings.

We were a little way ahead of the others as she called to them over her shoulder, “I’m taking Sis on a walk. We’ll see you back here later.”

My little heart was aflutter. The fates were smiling upon me. I was alone with my Maria.

She smiled down at me. “I thought it would be good if it was just us,” she said.

I was incapable of speech. I beamed back at her.

We passed a host of other girls in various groups, sitting or lying on the grass. They paid us no attention, wrapped up in their own little worlds, enjoying the sunshine.

We wandered into a small group of trees, into the shade.

As we moved out of sight behind the bole of a large oak, Maria pulled me to a halt. There was no-one around, although we could hear the distant chatter of the groups of girls on the grass, out in the open.

There was an urgency in Maria’s voice as she pinned me against the tree and hissed in my ear, “Do you want it? Do you want to do it now?”

She knew the answer even as I nodded my agreement. She instantly dropped to a crouch as her hands lifted my skirt.

“Hold it up,” she instructed, her voice trembling, “while I take these down.”

I did as I was told. I held my little skirt up and leaned back against the tree trunk. My heart was beating wildly. I was excited, breathless, but also nervous. I quickly looked left, then right, anxious that we might be seen, but the coast was clear. I could relax.

Maria wasted no time peeling my pants down my legs. She pulled them down to my ankles, then took them off and laid them on the grass.

I felt the soft breeze against my bare thighs. Then I felt Maria’s warm breath as she murmured, “I love your beautiful little cunt,” and her hot tongue slid between my thighs and instantly started worming its way into my eager slit.

I opened my legs for her and she moaned her appreciation.

“Mmmm… Sis… oooohh, yes…”

Again, it felt wonderful. She used her tongue relentlessly, seeking out my little clitoris and licking, licking it. Her fingers traced delicate patterns across my thighs, front and back. She squeezed my buttocks, tickled the crease between them, probed deeper until she found my anus and caressed me there.

The cumulative effect was to transport me rapidly into ecstasy — the thrill of being exposed like this, the love and adoration I felt for this girl, the incredible pleasure that was centred between my legs and spreading throughout my entire body. I pushed my hips out as my orgasm built, I felt her tongue probe deeper into my slit, I pushed my mound against her teeth. I wanted her to bite me, hurt me, do anything — everything.

It was wonderful, fantastic. I came shuddering and trembling to orgasm. I couldn’t help crying her name. Maria. I couldn’t help telling her I loved her. “Maria. I love you. I love you…”

She stood and held my face in her hands. I was crying, I don’t why other than my being almost overwhelmed with ecstasy, with joy, with needing… needing to express my love.

She kissed me — kissed my forehead, my lips, my cheeks. She kissed away my tears.

“What, Sis? What’s the matter? Why are you crying?”

I looked up into her deep, brown, caring eyes. “I wanted to do it to you,” I sobbed “I wanted you to feel it.”

Her smile told me everything I needed to know. This time it was her looking around to see if anyone was nearby — but again, the coast was clear.

We hurriedly changed positions and while I put my pants back on, she pulled hers down, leaned against the tree and lifted her skirt. Spreading her legs she said, “There you are, Sis. Do what you want.”

I couldn’t believe it. I was so excited.

I dropped to a crouch so my face was level with her pubis. I stared at her cunt. It seemed the most beautiful and arousing thing I could ever imagine.

I put my face closer. I loved that she had hair there. It made her seem so much more mature, so much more sensual. I moved closer. I wondered if she would smell or taste like my sister. I hoped she would be different. I wondered if she would smell of pee — or more. I’m sure I wanted her to, wanted her to be dirty, so that I could clean her with my mouth.

Then I felt her hand touch the back of my head, gently pushing my face, my mouth, towards her sex. I realised she wasn’t just being nice, she actually wanted this herself. She wanted me to do this to her. She wanted me. I felt elated, joyous, proud. I put out my tongue and gloried in the feel of her pubic hair on the tip. Then, almost fainting with happiness, I pushed it into her slit.

It was wonderful.

Then, as I licked and sucked her and swallowed her juices, she began to talk to me – her voice trembling with passion – and that aroused me even more.

“Kathy told me what you did last night.”

I paused momentarily, afraid of what she might say next.

“No. Don’t stop. It feels fantastic.”

I carried on licking her.

“She told me what you said about my cousin… oh, God that feels, feels so… ooh…. she told me… ooh… what you said… about being tied up… aaah… ”

I pushed my tongue into her as far as I could, enveloped her clitoris with my lips. I kissed and sucked it, wanting this to be glorious for her.

“Aah… aah… I want you to tie Kathy up… I didn’t say anything, didn’t tell her I don’t have a girl cousin… I… aah… aah… oh, Sis, do it to her, do it… oooh don’t, don’t stop… ”

Afterwards, when she had put her pants back on and we were strolling back to the others after she had composed herself, she said, “God, Sis. That was fantastic. You can do that whenever you want.” I grinned, glowing with pride. “And if you want, after tonight, when you’ve done Kathy, you can do the same to me.”

“What?” I honestly didn’t understand.

“Tie me up and do it… if you want to…”

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