Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

I guess I sort of tired myself out with kissing and masturbating, because I fell asleep really fast that night and didn’t wake up at all. Of course at home I usually didn’t stay up that late anyway, until almost midnight. Normally I go to sleep pretty early and then get up first thing in the morning without any problem. That’s just how I am.

But when I woke up kind of late the next day, I wondered for a second what was going on, what was wrong. The bed was strange, the room was strange, and there was someone else asleep beside me! Obviously I figured out right away that it was Jessica, and I remembered where I was.

She was still sleeping soundly, lying on her stomach with her head resting on an arm, her face turned toward me. Her lips were slightly open and her cheeks were all pink from sleeping. She looked to me more than ever like a really little girl, only six or seven years old.

It made me smile when I thought about all the things she and I had done the night before. Even though Jess was so small and looked so young, she got me super excited when she rolled naked on top of me and kissed me using her tongue. God, that was unbelievable. I’d never known how great it could be kissing another girl. Of course I’d thought about it plenty of times — when I played with myself at night in my own bed, my usual fantasy was to imagine I was kissing one of the pretty girls at school.

Then I giggled and shook my head as I lay there with my friend snoozing beside me. From now on, I’d have a whole bunch of new stuff to think about — I mean, I’d actually watched two women having sex in real life, right in front of me! I would never ever forget that, and definitely would want to use it the next time I masturbated.

So amazing, so awesome to picture that again… Sophie glancing over at me as I sat in the chair, smiling and licking her lips as she looked straight into my eyes, then turning and putting her mouth on Karen’s wet pussy, kissing and licking and sucking her, making her come while I watched… and after she gave Karen three orgasms that way, Sophie getting on top of her, fucking her pussy to pussy until they both climaxed… just wow, that had to be the hottest, most arousing thing I’d ever seen in my life…

I could remember every bit of it, how they looked, both so turned on, all covered in sweat with their bare skin glowing, the exciting dirty words they used, the way they screamed when they came, the yummy delicious smell of it, and —

“You doing it again?”

Oops! That was Jessica’s voice. Turned out I hadn’t waited until I got home to masturbate to those incredible images. My fingers were wedged between my pussy lips, so gooey and slippery, my clit swollen and throbbing. I was breathing hard, trembling, already on the edge.

“Sorry… um, did I wake you?” I managed to squeak out, while trying to catch my breath.

“I don’t know,” she mumbled, “I just, you know, woke up, I think.”

“Okay.” Although I’d paused in rubbing myself, I hadn’t taken my fingers away. I left them on my clit, feeling it pulse. God, I wanted to come so bad.

After yawning and stretching, Jess turned her head toward me and smiled, her eyes still crinkly with sleep. “You don’t have to stop. It’s all right.”

When she’d stretched, reaching her arms up over her head, the covers had slipped down a bit, letting me see her small breasts, little cone shapes with puffy nipples. Now I couldn’t take my eyes off them.

Without intending to, and before I could stop myself, I said, “Can I touch you?”

“What?”

“Can I, um—” my voice caught. I cleared my throat, feeling my heart pound, but asked, “Is it okay if I touch your boobs?”

“Sure, of course it is.” Her smile widened. She pushed the covers down farther and shifted slightly toward me, offering herself.

With one hand still between my legs, on my clit, I reached the other hand over to her. Although I’d never touched another girl’s boobs before, that was something else I’d thought about a lot. In fact, I realized, I thought about all this stuff so much, about kissing and touching girls and having sex with them, it must mean I really was lesbian. Which was fine. It got me so excited!

My fingers brushed the tip of Jessica’s nipple. I licked my lips while tickling my clit, then closed my fingers around her nipple, lightly squeezing.

“Mmm,” she sighed.

As I fondled her, I could actually see the nipple swell and grow, feel it stiffen under my fingertips. It felt so nice, and looked so temping. So kissable and suckable. My mouth watered as I thought about that. I swallowed, and then suddenly, without warning —

“Jess, I — unnhh!!” I groaned and shook, climaxing with my hand clutching her breast.

 

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Nora slowly came awake.

My god, what a nice dream that had been. Rolling onto her back, she stretched and chuckled to herself. For once, a dream that wasn’t about underage girls… instead, she’d been with Karen, in her beautiful home.

They were sitting together at her piano, side by side on the bench, playing a classical piece. That was odd enough, because Nora hadn’t played piano since she was nine years old, taking lessons for only a few months. Nothing beyond that. The other funny thing was that they both played perfectly while kissing at the same time, using tongues and everything. It was bizarre, but very arousing.

Her hand strayed down between her legs, caressing her pussy. Ouch. She was sore. Overdid it just a bit the night before. Chuckling again, she threw the covers back and got out of bed. It was time now for a nice power walk, but then maybe after that, when she got in the shower…. yes, that sounded great.

 

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“Are you hungry?”

“Huh?”

“Are you hungry?” Jess asked. “Cuz I am.”

“Oh, uh… yeah, I guess so.”

I lay panting beside her in bed, recovering from my orgasm. I wasn’t really very hungry, hadn’t thought about food yet, but it seemed the polite thing to say.

“Let’s take a quick shower first, though. We can wash each other, okay? Then we’ll go down and eat.”

“Uh, well, all right.”

We got up and headed for her bathroom.

 

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The morning air was perfect, still cool and crisp, with almost no humidity. Exactly right for a brisk walk. Nora pumped her arms as she strode the nearly empty streets, loving the feel of working her muscles. She had two addictions: power walking and pornography, a very specific kind of pornography.

Images flashed through Nora’s mind while she pounded along, images she knew so well, of little girls with hairless pussies, with flat chests or perhaps tiny breast buds, spreading their slim young legs for her, letting Nora see everything. God, she loved it so much.

 

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Jess peed first, then me. When I wiped myself, the toilet paper stuck to my fingers. They were tacky with goo from my pussy. That made me smile and turned me on, so while I was wiping I rubbed my clit with my thumb a little bit, kind of secretly. Even though I’d already had a nice come, I was still feeling a buzz.

Getting in the shower, I looked at Jessica’s boobs again, then at her crotch. She had only a small amount of hair, but way more than me, because I had none at all. I wished I would grow up faster. I was actually pretty tall, taller than most of the girls in my class, and nearly all the boys. But I was so skinny and flat and smooth all over, like a child. It was so annoying.

 

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Nora turned the final corner, starting down the last stretch of eight blocks toward home. Even in the cool air, she’d broken a very good sweat. It felt great.

The other thing that felt great was the tingle in her pussy. Vigorous exercise would always do that for her. Not only get her heart pumping, but her libido as well. Of course, those pictures helped too, the ones she replayed in her mind.

Why did that excite her so much — images of naked little girls, fantasies of having sex with them — was she unique, or could there be other women who were turned on by such things? Nora had never spoken with anyone else about that, had always kept her forbidden desires completely secret. But sometimes she wished she had someone to share it all with.

 

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“Wash my back, okay?” said Jess, turning away from me, placing her hands on the wall of the wide shower stall.

“Okay.”

I lathered up with liquid soap from a dispenser, then ran my sudsy hands up and down her little back. She was about six inches shorter than I was, and the difference seemed greater for some reason when we had no clothes on — at least from the back. From the front, of course, I could see her boobs and her pussy hair, which made her look older. But now, this way, it was like she was just a kid compared to me.

She was a girl, though, and she was naked, and she definitely turned me on. Without much hesitation, I scrubbed not only Jessica’s back, but also her bottom. She didn’t object to that at all. For a second or two, I thought about pushing my hand down between her legs and washing her private parts. But no, I couldn’t. We weren’t ready to go that far yet. Maybe we never would be.

 

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Although her pussy lips were tender and sore from the many hours of masturbating and numerous orgasms the night before, with the massaging wand in the shower on a low setting it wasn’t too bad. Nora sat on the tile seat, leaning back against the wall, running the flow of warm water up and down over her sex as she fantasized.

She was thinking about Karen again, about the dream she’d had, and about their brief meeting the previous afternoon… shaking the woman’s hand, admiring her lovely face, looking at her mouth, wondering what she had on under that silky kimono, if anything.

Nora recalled their conversation, and then revised it, this time accepting the invitation for a glass of wine… in her imagination they sat side by side, sipping from their glasses, quickly becoming very close, sharing their darkest thoughts with one another, their most intimate desires…

You like little girls? Nora asked, and Karen replied, Of course I do, while moving in for a kiss, their tongues playing… mmm, such a lovely fantasy.

Nora held the shower wand over her pussy, focusing the pulse on her clit. She was getting close now, almost there… but was all this simply a fantasy, or could some of it really be true?

She had a feeling about Karen for some reason, an inkling, that maybe, just possibly, the beautiful woman shared some of her own forbidden desires, her secret longings… in her mind, as she played the flow of water over her tingling sex, Nora imagined the two of them kissing passionately… then getting up and walking hand in hand up the stairs to Jessica’s bedroom… when they found their daughters naked in bed, kissing each other, she and Karen would join them, and —

Nora came hard, crying out, her lusty scream echoing in the shower stall.

 

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I wanted to do more with Jessica, but I didn’t. I scrubbed her back and her butt, and she did the same with me. We both washed our own private parts, though, then she turned off the water and we got out. After quickly drying ourselves, we dressed and went downstairs.

That’s when I met Margaret for the first time, their cook. She was in the huge kitchen, wearing a long white bib apron over her clothes — slacks and a blouse and flat shoes — along with one of those tall chef hat things. It seemed kind of funny to me, almost like she was in a costume or something. But she was super nice. I liked her a lot.

Nothing very special happened the rest of that morning. Margaret fixed french toast and bacon for us, which we ate at the kitchen table. There were fresh strawberries too. It was all really good.

Jess was in a bubbly mood, jabbering away the whole time. I didn’t say too much, and neither did Karen, who was sitting beside us in a plush terry robe, holding a cup of coffee, looking half asleep. There was no sign of either Sophie or Freja.

When breakfast was over, we went outside and walked around for a while in their big backyard, just talking about stuff. Then at 11:00, my mom called and said it was time for me to come home. I had chores to do.

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