Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Tater Tot

I knocked on the door and waited until Mrs. C answered it with a smile.

“Come in, Amber, I was just going out to lay by the pool.”

I’d called that morning, and Mrs. C had told me Deanna was at her grandmother’s, but I was welcome to come hang out with her by the pool. She didn’t know that Deanna had already told me at school she was going to be away.

I followed Mrs. C out to the poolside and watched as she dropped the robe to reveal the tiny two-piece bathing suit she was wearing. She wasn’t built like Mom, but her breasts were awesome, and had a great body that was ample without being fat. She caught me watching, but I just gave her a smile and said, “Nice suit.”

She blushed a little, then grinned and said, “Well, let’s see yours.”

I flipped off my t-shirt and shimmied out of my sweatpants to reveal the bikini Mom and I had bought. Since I was cursed with no breasts, the top wasn’t large, but it was small enough to make what I had look okay. The bottom really looked good on my ass. Mom loved it and just had to fondle me a little in the dressing room. We bought the suit, since I got wet enough to make it impossible to sell to anyone else.

Mrs. C was watching me out of the corner of her eye as I laid on the lounge chair next to hers.

“Can you put some lotion on me, Mrs. C?” I asked drowsily.

“Of course,” she said as she came over, taking a seat on my chair beside me.

She put lotion on her hands, then started rubbing it into my shoulders and neck. She took her time, not rushing, almost giving me a massage.

I moaned a little and said, “That feels good.”

When she started down my back I said, “Can you undo the top? I don’t want a tan line.”

She hesitated, then pulled the string and laid my top out of the way. She took even longer there, her fingers sliding down and brushing along the side on my mostly non-existent breasts. I sighed softly when she did that, but didn’t say anything. She did my arms next, then slid down and did my lower back.

When she got to my ass, she massaged above it for a moment, then said, “Do you want to leave the bottoms on?”

“I’d love you to take them off, if you don’t mind,” I said. “I never wear them at home, but I didn’t know if you minded me going without.”

Mrs. C undid the ties on my bottoms, then slid them off me. I wondered if she’d noted the damp spot on the crotch.

When her hands started massaging my ass cheeks I gave another soft moan. Her fingers slid down my ass crack — not lingering like she wanted me to notice, but she did do it a couple of times.

I was breathing pretty heavily by the time she decided my ass was protected enough. She moved down to my feet next, making me giggle a couple of times, then began to coat my legs. She did both of them up to the knee before going higher.

Shifting to my left thigh, she began wrapping her hands around it and sliding her hands up my leg. She moved them up and down, getting closer to my pussy each time. I slid my legs further apart to give her room.

When her hand bumped my pussy I gave a somewhat louder moan, but didn’t move. She did that a couple of times, then moved to my other leg.

She was less restrained this time, letting her hand sort of rotate around my thigh and rub against my pussy when she reached the top, lingering longer this time. I was wet and probably dripping by the time she was done, and Mrs. C had to have felt it, if not smelled it.

She was a little breathless when she finally said, “Okay… how was th-that, Amber?”

“Really nice,” I said in a contented voice. “I liked it.”

She sat there another moment, probably trying to decide what to do next, but finally got up, moved back to her chair and laid down.

I raised my head. “Do you want me to put some on you?”

She didn’t say anything for a second, then said, “Please.”

I got up, still completely naked, walked over and sat down next to her. Mrs. C’s face was red as she watched me walk over, my pussy fully exposed for her to see. She didn’t say anything.

I did what she’d done and started at her neck and shoulders. I took my time, enjoying the softness of her skin and how sexy she looked in that skimpy two-piece. When I reached her back, I untied her top and flipped it out of the way. She has much larger breasts than mine, so I got to feel her up really well as I massaged the lotion into her. She was breathing heavily, and I could see her hips moving as I worked.

When I got to her ass I did the same thing, just untying her suit and pulling it down and off. When my hands squeezed her cheeks, she made a loud sigh, then clenched up a little. I could see her pussy lips protruding in her excitement. Mom’s ass was better, but Mrs. C’s looked really good. Anyhow, it was a woman’s bare bottom and I was fondling it, so no complaints.

When my fingers stroked up and down her crack a couple of times, she whimpered, grinding her hips down into the lounge chair. I spent quite a while working on Mrs. C’s before moving down to her feet.

I had a clear view of her pussy and asshole, and stared at them as I worked. She was dripping wet, her pussy swollen and the lips glistening in the sun. I could smell her arousal. I licked my lips at the thought.

When I started on her inner thighs, my fingers brushed her pussy — and she came. She tried to not make it obvious, but her whole body tensed, and she made an odd sobbing noise as her hands clenched the arms of the deck chair.

I just kept rubbing her thigh, my hand stroking her pussy the whole time she was spasming. When she relaxed and lay there panting, I moved to the other leg. I did the same thing, masturbated her with the tips of my fingers — but she didn’t come, just got more excited.

I licked the juice off a finger, and thought, Not bad, before saying, “There you go.”

I padded back to my lounge chair and stretched out, enjoying the looks she was giving me.

About twenty minutes later I turned over and said, “Can you do my front?”

She made some kind of nervous sound, then said, “Of… of course.”

Her hands were shaking a little when she put lotion on them. Mrs. C started with my face, so I closed my eyes and just drifted for a while. When she was done, I opened them and watched her breasts as she worked on my shoulders. She caught me looking, but I didn’t act guilty, just closed my eyes and let her work undisturbed.

Mrs. C really, I mean really liked my breasts. How weird is that? I don’t even have any! She was trembling and making little noises when her hands moved over them. She was very obvious about stroking and squeezing my nipples. I didn’t say anything, just gave a happy sigh every now and then.

She was still hesitant, but let her fingers stroke my pussy as she worked, then really rubbed it when she did my thighs. I gave out a couple of good gasps before she was finished.

When she got up, I followed Mrs. C back to her chair, picking up the bottle of lotion without a word.

She was staring at my face as I started, but she eventually closed her eyes and kept them closed as I worked. Her breasts were great. I stroked, cupped, squeezed and fondled them as I coated them with lotion, not even bothering to pretend that I wasn’t molesting her.

Mrs. C was whimpering again, and her pussy was dripping by the time I worked my way between her legs. I kind of kept it gentle this time, not really petting her as I worked. She started thrusting her hips toward my hands as I stroked upwards, but I still didn’t touch her the way she wanted. When I was close to finishing she was all but chasing my hand with her pussy.

On the last stroke I moved between her legs and laid down, my face just inches from her cunt. My breath was caressing her lips as I said, “Do you want me to finish you off, Mrs. C?”

She let out a loud sob and didn’t say anything for a moment, then whispered, “Yes.”

I let my hands wrap around her thighs and put my lips just above her labia, breathing on her, watching the light hair move a little. She groaned and tried to move toward me, but I moved with her and said, “What do you want me to do?”

I blew gently across her lips and she gave a soft cry, “Oh, God, oh, God… Amber, eat me!”

My lips just barely touched her before moving away, getting another sob from Mrs. C as her body jerked in frustrated need.

“Beg me and I’ll make you come,” I said. “Beg me, and I’ll stick my tongue deep into your pussy.”

She began sobbing as she said, “Please… oh, God, Amber… please eat me!”

I pushed my face against her and shoved my tongue deep, then held tight as she came with a sharp scream, then loud sobs of “Oh, God… oh, yes. oh, God!”

Mrs. C was a messy one. She didn’t squirt, but she came a lot. As she slowed down I began to lick, tasting her and cleaning her up a little. After a moment I started sucking on her pussy lips, drawing them up some and working around her pussy. I went back to pushing my tongue inside, then trailed it upward until I found her clit. It didn’t protrude much, but I could tell that she wasn’t as sensitive as Mom, so I drew my tongue across it as she moaned and wailed.

She was a real talker, mumbling and yelling the whole time. When I brought up my right index finger and pushed it into her as I sucked on her clit, she came with a piercing scream. I hoped no one heard it.

I held her down as her hips thrashed around, using my finger to thrust into her a couple of times. This was a seriously strong orgasm, her body undulating enough to make me worry that she might throw us both off the chair.

When she was done, Mrs. C zonked out. I licked her a few times, then sat up and looked down at her. She had a very satisfied look on her face, and the way she was sprawled out made her seem like some kind of porn star.

I got up and gave her a soft kiss before putting my sweats and t-shirt back on, quietly letting myself out.

Mom always told me that anticipation made things better, so I figured I’d let Mrs. C think about things for a day or two. In the meantime, I was hoping that I could tell Mom what happened and get her hot enough to let me molest her some.

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