Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Louisa May

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in May 2011 }

The last time I babysat for Lily was, God, four years ago? A lifetime. I was a sophomore in college now, 19 years old — back then I’d been a crazy little 15-year-old party girl, SO bummed that I had to babysit for the neighbor’s 7-year-old brat Lily — on a Friday night, no less. I remember how absolutely furious I’d been when my mother insisted I do this for our new neighbors. She’d actually used the word “neighborly”. I wanted to smack her.

I had slouched into their house in the denim skirt my mother made me wear (but I did have on my purple Bangles t-shirt), muttered a few OK’s to the mother’s instructions, and sullenly plopped down in front of the TV. Screw their little precious, I thought. I am staying right here until they get back. At least SOMEbody’s getting out on a Friday night!

And their little girl definitely sensed my resentment, plopping down silently beside me. When I glanced over at her, she even shrugged, her expression seeming to say, “I know, sorry, it really wasn’t my idea. . .”

I looked back at the TV. She wasn’t going to win me over that easily. Although, my gosh. . . I turned again. Yep, she was absolutely adorable. Wow. Even in spite of myself, I stared for a moment. Gorgeous. Long, dark brown hair sort of brushed back on the side. . .a wide mouth, thickish lips, the upper more so. . . huge eyes that were set pretty far apart, with a kind of golden hazel brown. . .and her skin had a curiously dusky tint, a mixture of dark and light, kind of a tan with a blush underneath. She had on a pretty little embroidered blouse and loose pink shorts. I say loose because I remember, in that first look at her, noticing how thin her legs seemed inside them, and how her smooth thighs just seemed to keep going, disappearing into the wide openings.

Her expression was what got me. Now it said, “Yes, I am beautiful. I’m glad you like what you see.” A small smile. Then she bit her lower lip. “Want to do something fun?”

“What?” I sounded like a troll next to her.

She held a finger to her lips and scooted into the other room. Maybe this won’t be TOO awful, I thought.

I heard a cabinet open and close, and some clinking. She came back in with a big sly grin — yes, adorable — and a bottle of wine! With two glasses!! She put the glasses on the coffee table.

“Oh my God, girl. . .” I couldn’t help smiling myself.

“Where. . .?” I took the proffered bottle from her. Riesling. Whatever that meant. I opened it and smelled. Hmm, sweetish. Wait. . . “Honey, we can’t be drinking your parent’s wine. We would get so busted, and I would be SO dead.” I handed it back to her.

She put on the Face. If I thought Adorable before, well. . . a little pouty lip, even bigger eyes. . . and her little-girl voice: “Just a tiny bit? Of sips? Pleeeease?”

Well, as The Party Girl of my circle, this was a girl after my own heart. Of course, it WAS my responsibility to be the grown-up, the one who lays down the rules for the absent parents — in short, The BABY-sitter. . .

“Alright. But just a little.”

Her arms went up. “Yaaay!!” She did a little bump and grind. “My new babysitter is so cool, oh yeah — uh – huhh!”

I couldn’t believe, there I was, opening and pouring. “Yeah, so cool. . .’til I get grounded for life when you tell everybody how cool I am. . .”

Immediately, she was hugging my waist. “I would never, never tell!” She hugged hard. Passionate little thing. “Never!! Cross my heart and hope to die!” She did the crossing-heart stuff.

“Okay, okay. . . here.” We both sipped.

The sips became shots, and soon we were both very, very happy. And Lily was a very touchy kind of girl anyway, so with a little booze, she was all over me.

It was strange. I mean, yes, she was adorable, gorgeous, all that — but she was SEVEN. And I, as an athletic (volleyball), partying high-schooler, had not yet determined what I liked in the boy/girl way. I mean, some boys, I thought, were cute; but then, so were some girls.

Thus, Lily was a puzzle to me, on many levels. So when she would giggle at something I said, and throw her arms around my neck and kiss my cheeks, I felt. . . weird. Well — aroused, let’s be straight. And the discomfort I felt at the fact that she was seven years old was more than offset by that arousal.

And being that I was 5’8″, 130 lbs and she was like 4’0″ and 60 lbs — she took to climbing all over, around, and, it seemed, through me. She loved me to carry her, front-wise, and she would wrap her legs around my waist and lean way back. Then she’d pop back, and kiss whatever part of my body came to her — arms, neck, breasts. . .all the while grinding her hips, like she was trying to sink right into me.

On one of these rough occasions, she stopped cold, eyes wide.

“What?” I thought maybe she’d heard her parents come. Breath Mints? Toothpaste??

“You have to give me a bath!” She thrust herself against my belly. “Give! Me! A Bath!”

“Ohh, right.” That had been part of the instructions.

“Carry me upstairs and Give Me a Bath!” Thrust, thrust, thrust! Her eyes were almost primal — wide and direct. I obeyed.

As I ran the bath, Lily very industriously stripped. Only seven, and her little body was already showing just the inklings of a killer sexuality: Rose-infused skin-tone; dark aureoles around her immature nipples; and the beginnings of fullness in her pert butt.

Her tongue stuck out a bit as she pulled down her shorts and unbuttoned and removed her blouse. She sat on the floor to take her shoes and socks off, placing them neatly by the bathtub.

As I knelt by the tub, checking temperature, she stood by me and placed a hand on my shoulder. I looked at her. She smiled at me, a look of such warmth, such gleeful anticipation of pleasure, that I felt a jet of warmth myself, down there.

“Pretty panties,” I offered, and they were, purple, with little pink and white hearts.

She turned, modelling. “And see? A BIG heart.” And there it was, centered on her bottom. Sssh, I thought. None of that. All innocent hedonism here.

The bath was ready. “Okay, all set. Get naked.”

She peeled down the panties and stepped out of them. A very pronounced little pudendum. The panties lay, crinkled purple, on the floor, as she used me for support and eased into the bath.

I did get to know every inch of her body, as Lily insisted I wash her thoroughly. “All, all over!” She especially liked to stand in the tub and hug my neck while I used a washcloth to wash between her legs. She would hum and breathe in my ear, (“make sure it’s all clean!”) and virtually hump the washcloth, until I felt I couldn’t do more without. . . well, without feeling like I was plainly masturbating her. Boy, she was a sensual little thing.

My denim skirt and t-shirt were soaked. Lily wanted me to just get in the bath with her, and I demurred. Not a good sight, I thought, for the parents to come home to. Even though they weren’t due for a few hours yet. . .

I retrieved a towel from the linen closet down the hall, and when I came back in, Lily was standing, shining-bare naked, studying her little puss. “See how red it is??” She opened her legs and stretched the lips, and looked up at me. “My bagina?” She looked down again, and ran her palm solidly down and back against her red lips. “It gets red when I rub it.” She rubbed, back and forth, then looked up again, rubbing. “I like to rub it.” She made a face, teeth bared, grinning. “Do you like to rub yours too?”

Hmm. . . I nodded. “Yeah. . .”

“Me too. . .” She idly rubbed, then stopped. “Can I see your bagina?”

A whole bunch of responses: “I don’t think that’s a good idea”; “grown-ups don’t do that”; “No” — came and went. What I did say was:

“You absolutely can NEVER tell ANYone, right??”

She nodded vigorously.

I lifted my sodden skirt and peeled down my even sodden-er panties. I wasn’t a shaver.

“Woww. . .” Lily was rapt. “It’s so furry. . .” She came forward and reached out her hand. Lightly, she petted my pubes like I was a goat or something. A very special, favorite goat, but a goat. She looked up at me and grinned. “Now. . .” and she grabbed the towel from me, “you have to make sure that I’m CLEAN!” And she ran out of the bathroom.

Now what? My knees were a bit weak. I peeled the panties off, what the hell, and went downstairs and put them in a wet wad in my purse.

Upstairs, a voice: “I’m ready!” Somewhat muffled.

Back upstairs. I went to her room. Lily had wrapped the towel around her and hopped up on her bed. Now she was on all fours facing the wall, perpendicular to the bed. She put her head down, towel-covered butt up.

“What are you doing, crazy girl?”

“You have to check and make sure I’m Clean. All over!”

I came to her bed and stood looking down at her towel-clad little bottom. “All over?”

She giggled. “Yep!” She shook her butt. “Specially in places that might be dirty!”

“Uh-huhh. . .” The air on my own pussy, bare now beneath my skirt, was making me wet.I sat by her feet on the bed. I lightly tickled the soles.

She giggled. “You have to smell, too.”

“Smell?”

Her butt swayed. “Uh-huh. To make sure it’s clean.”

I leaned down and sniffed her delicate feet. They shrank from my nose. “Smells good to me.”

“All over.”

I was feeling light-headed now, but also quite daring. Well, if it was going to stop now, let me find out. “Okay, well, I’m going to have to check under here, too, I think.” I touched the edge of the towel at her thighs.

Her voice was a bit smaller, but gleeful. “Yep, prob’ly should.”

My breath caught as I lifted the edge of the plush green towel up, up, her thin white thighs widening, revealing Lily’s bare and open little bottom. It was still quite humid and rosy from the bath, and her stance was wide. I draped the towel over her upper back.

Gently, I placed both my hands on her small cheeks. “Well. . it LOOKS pretty clean. . .” And it did, the pink little anus in the middle, dew-dropped. And the bare, rosy crack below. Rubbed nice and rosy. . Lily arched her back and pushed her butt out even more. “You should prob’ly smell it, too, right?”

My hands were getting a bit shaky. I spread the soft small cheeks slightly and leaned in. I sniffed. Soap, salt, a hint of the animal, a kind of earthy, spice smell – the smell of little Lily’s excitement. Oh, I just wanted to eat her up right then. “Mm, kind of clean. . .” I murmured. “Can’t really tell. . .”

Muffled small voice from the covers: “If you kissed it, then you could tell. Right?”

“Hm, that’s true, let me see. . .” My face felt hot. My face was actually two inches away from this pretty seven-year-old girl’s butt hole – and I was about to kiss that butt hole. I swallowed.

“Look. . . my bottom wants to kiss you, too,” and Lily made her little anus move, pooching it out and in. “See?”

“That is adorable, honey. I’ll kiss and you kiss, and we’ll both see if we’re clean, okay?”

“Uh-huhh. . .”

“Okay. . .” And I touched my lips to her moving little anus. And kissed.

“Ooh, I feel you! Kiss it some more!” And I did, kissing all over her anus, up and down her crack, breathing in her wonderful scent, tasting her.

I came up for air briefly, dizzy with lust now, and brave enough to say, “It’s clean on top, but what about inside? Should I kiss inside your bottom too?”

“How?”

“Like this?” And I formed my tongue into a spear and pushed in.

The girl shrieked into the covers. “Oooh! Yeah, like that! Like that! I like that!” She was pushing her little bottom back into me.

My tongue dug deep, my lips pressed against her little anal lips. And now I was going at her, I couldn’t get enough of her. I reamed Lily’s little asshole, sinking my tongue all the way in, tasting her tang, a slight taste of salt and poo, and Lily heat.

When I came away, she was immediately up, hair tangled and just-dried, face red, eyes aglow. “That was fun!! Do it again!” And she presented to me, holding her little bottom open.

I lifted her up by her waist and turned her over. “Now I have to see if your vagina is clean. Right?”

She grinned, and immediately flopped back and spread her legs wide. “Yeah! Kiss my bagina inside!!”

I smiled. “Okay. . .let’s see. . .” I leaned down and sniffed. “Smells kinda clean. . .”

Lily thrust up her hips. “Inside! Inside!!”

“Mm, you like that, huh. Okay. . .” And I licked her red little puss from asshole to bellybutton. She squealed, grabbed her knees and held herself open even wider. “Inside a LOT!!”

I did that, licking and sucking the little girl. God, I had never felt so hot and sexy and horny, I wanted to inhale her. And her giggly little squeals started to change into chirps and moans of pleasure. It is too too erotic to hear the moans of impending orgasm from such a young person. And she went with it like anything else she thought felt Great — she came all over me, clutching and panting, thrusting and shaking — then fell promptly to sleep.

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