Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda Lynn

The next several days were a blur of activity for Marcy and Jack. Little time was actually spent at the resort. Instead, they opted for touring the surrounding area, taking in some of the local attractions, and even driving over to Miami to see a concert.

But as fate would have it, their getaway was cut short when Jack learned that he was needed back at work due to an incident at one of the company’s production facilities.

“I’m really sorry, hon,” Jack said, after explaining the situation to Marcy. “But the room and the car are paid for. No point in wasting the last few days. Why don’t you just stay here and enjoy it?” he offered. “The company will pay to change my tickets and such.”

Marcy was disappointed that she would have to leave this little bit of paradise early. She sat down in a comfy armchair and mulled over what Jack had proposed.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” she asked. “Further, are you sure the company won’t mind? After all, it is their money.”

“No, I don’t mind at all. And no, the company won’t be out anything,” her husband chuckled.

“Thanks, Jack. All right, I’ll drive you the airport when you’re ready to go then.”

* * *

As Marcy cruised back to the resort from the airport she wondered what sort of mischief she might get into. Maybe she could hit the local nightclubs and find a young woman around her own age to keep her company for the night. She was sure there would probably be a cougar or two who could rock her world, but older was not where she was at right now.

It was mid-afternoon when Marcy pulled into the resort parking lot. She decided to head up to the suite, change into her bikini, and then relax by the pool for a while.

Once changed, she made her way down to the pool and picked out a lounge chair. Laying her carryall bag on the ground, she retrieved a bottle of sunscreen and began to apply it to her skin.

“Can I help you with that?” said a small voice.

Marcy turned and saw a little girl perhaps eight or nine years old standing at the foot of the chair. She didn’t recognize her at first, but before she could even ask, the girl volunteered the information.

“Hi, I’m Nancy. You saw me at the car rental place a few days ago.”

Marcy’s heart skipped a beat as she smiled in momentary disbelief. She scanned the young girl’s body up and down. Her one-piece yellow swimsuit was a very snug fit which only served to emphasize her preteen mound. Marcy had to force herself to look up at the child’s face. She couldn’t believe the subject of her masturbatory fantasies of late was standing right in front of her.

“Uh, hi, I’m Marcy,” she finally managed. “I saw, uh, an awful lot of you at the car rental place, I do believe. Do you normally go around flashing strangers?”

“No. But you were checking me out first. And you looked like you could use a little show,” Nancy replied.

“Really? You thought that?” she laughed, not believing she was having this kind of conversation with such a young girl.

“Do you want to see my bum and kitty again?” Nancy asked unabashedly.

Marcy’s heart was racing. Her stomach was filled with butterflies. Her brain was telling her to run away, but her pussy was yelling ‘yes’ so loudly that her brain gave up trying.

“Except, what if someone finds out? I’d end up in jail,” Marcy said with a shaky voice, looking around to see if anyone could hear their conversation.

“I won’t tell. And we can go up to your suite. Nobody will ever know,” the little blonde replied nonchalantly.

“What about your mom? Won’t she wonder where you are?”

“Nah. She’s with her new boyfriend and wanted some alone time for a couple hours,” Nancy explained with the aid of air quotes as she said ‘alone time’.

“I’m sure they’re just having loud sex again,” she added.

“Okay. Didn’t need that visual.”

Nancy giggled. “So, are we gonna go to your room for some fun, or not?”

How can I refuse? Marcy thought to herself as she collected her stuff and headed upstairs. Little Nancy trailed right behind with a skip in her step, grinning the whole way.

* * *

When they reached the suite, Marcy swiped the key card and opened the door. Nancy pushed passed and ran into the living room, then into the kitchenette, the bathroom, and each bedroom.

“Wow!” she exclaimed. “This is soooo much bigger than the room Mom and I are staying in,” she continued, as she began to peel off her yellow swimsuit.

Marcy watched in fascination as the little vixen undressed. She could feel herself getting excited and wondered just how far this would go.

Nancy looked at Marcy and smiled so sweetly that it melted her heart. The child then did a slow pirouette allowing Marcy a good long look at her naked body.

“Why do you still have your bikini on?” Nancy asked. “Here, let me take it off you,” she offered as she approached Marcy.

Marcy’s head was swimming. Her heart was still pounding and now she was sure her pussy was dripping. She was a wreck. Still, she stood there and let the young girl undress her.

Nancy began with the strings around her chest and then her neck. Marcy instinctively cupped her breasts to keep the top from falling away.

“Put your hands down, silly. How am I supposed to see your boobs?” Nancy scolded as she moved around in front.

Marcy complied as if in a trance and the bikini top fell to the floor. She felt the bikini bottoms being pulled over her hips and down her legs.

“You have a very pretty kitty,” Nancy said. “Can I taste it now?”

Marcy was jolted back to reality. She looked at the girl, not really knowing why she should be surprised by the question. This beautiful child had just literally seduced the pants off her, and now she was asking to go down on her. Marcy said nothing. Instead, she moved to the sofa and sat down, slowly parting her legs.

Nancy smiled and came to her, but instead of getting down the floor she knelt on the sofa, straddling Marcy’s legs. She leaned in and kissed Marcy ever so softly. Just little pecks on the lips, followed by another, then another and so on.

Marcy responded in kind to each kiss until finally she felt the little blonde girl’s tongue trying to push its way into her mouth. She eagerly accepted, and soon their kisses were deep and passionate. Her hands rubbed the child’s back and traveled down over the round globes of her smooth bum.

Nancy’s arms had been wrapped around Marcy’s neck, but then she broke their kiss and leaned back a bit. The girl gazed down at the B-cup sized breasts, placing a small hand over each.

“I like your boobs,” she commented, leaning down to kiss and lick both erect nipples, first one then the other.

Marcy groaned with desire. She ever so gently rocked her hips, trying to apply pressure to her swollen clit any way she could. Nancy wiggled her bum in playful response.

“You’re such a tease,” Marcy croaked.

Nancy giggled as she let go of the wet nipple that had just been in her mouth. Sliding off the sofa, she smiled up at Marcy and placed a hand on each knee, pushing her legs apart. The girl softly caressed Marcy’s inner thighs before moving in closer.

Marcy watched with giddy anticipation as the young blonde paused to inhale deeply through her nose. Cooing with contentment, she pushed her fingers through the folds of Marcy’s pussy, exposing the pink pearl she was after.

Nancy softly kissed Marcy’s clit, causing lightning bolt shocks to rack the woman’s body. Marcy grabbed at the seat cushions as Nancy toyed with her clit again. Her loud moan was answered by a quick lick from Nancy’s tongue. Marcy’s body convulsed. Another lick. Another shudder. Putting her entire mouth over Marcy’s pussy, Nancy began flicking her tongue back and forth in earnest, stopping only long enough to suck up the sweet nectar filling her mouth.

Marcy could feel the orgasm approaching, only seconds away now. Waves of sweet torment were driving her closer and closer. Then it happened. Nancy pushed two or maybe three fingers into her wanting vagina and began to quickly finger-fuck her.

“Oh god yes! You’re making me come!” Marcy cried out as she grabbed the little girl’s head and held it against her pussy.

“Oh fuck Nancy, don’t stop!” she pleaded as she lost all control of her body and the most intense orgasm of her life tore through her like a rampant bull. Marcy shook so hard that little Nancy was knocked backward. The bliss ended all too soon. Marcy didn’t move until her breathing slowed and the ecstasy had subsided. As she opened her eyes, she saw the child sitting on the edge of the sofa smiling at her.

“You liked?” Nancy asked sweetly.

“Oh, baby, it was wonderful. Where on earth did you learn to do that?”

“From my sisters, mostly,” Nancy grinned.

Marcy just looked at the girl. That would have to be a discussion for later. Right now she needed to taste her little lover. Getting up on still shaky legs, she scooped the slim blonde into her arms and carried her to the bedroom.

Dropping the girl on the bed, Marcy fell beside her. She placed a hand on Nancy’s cheek and leaned in and kissed her. Their tongues intertwined and Marcy could taste her own juices in her young lover’s mouth. While they continued to kiss, Marcy put a hand on Nancy’s hairless mound. She felt the girl spread her legs, allowing her access. She explored the preteen’s pussy, dipping a finger into her soft, moist vagina, then moving back up to fondle her little clit, causing her to twitch. Then Marcy began to kiss her way down the petite body. After kissing each nipple, she stopped only long enough to flick her tongue in Nancy’s bellybutton as she continued her southward journey.

Once she arrived at the young girl’s treasure, Marcy held still for a moment to enjoy the sight that she’d dreamt about and masturbated to during the past few days. Then she planted a series of little kisses all over the sweet bald pussy, drawing a soft whimper from Nancy. Going a little lower, Marcy used her tongue to explore Nancy’s vagina, causing the child to push her hips up hard against her mouth.

Marcy moved back up the sensitive clit, softly manipulating it with her tongue. It only took a few seconds for Nancy to reach orgasm. The girl cried out as her body was racked with waves of pleasure.

When it was over, Marcy crawled up beside Nancy and took her in her arms. The two lovers kissed softly, then just lay silent enjoying the afterglow.

After a minute or two, Nancy turned to face Marcy. “Are you awake?” she asked.

“Yeah, sweetie. I am. Just resting my eyes and daydreaming.”

“What about?”

“About you, and how wonderful this was,” Marcy answered, rolling on her side to look at the angel lying beside her. “You said you had sisters. How old are they?”

“Twelve. They’re fraternal twins. You’ve already seen them.”

“I have?” said Marcy, trying but failing to recall when she might have seen twins at the resort. Finally she asked, “And, um, you have sex with them, with your sisters?”

Nancy nodded, “Uh-huh, for about two years now. They’re great at it.”

Marcy paused to mull this over. She pictured two older girls and their little sister all naked with hands and mouths exploring one another. A jumble of hot wet young female bodies sprawled on a bed.

“Do you have any kids?” Nancy asked, bringing Marcy back from her thoughts.

She paused a moment before answering, “No, baby, I don’t. I can’t have children.”

Nancy seemed to sense the sadness in Marcy’s voice and snuggled into her, offering a warm hug. Looking up at the woman, she placed a soft kiss on her lips. “I wish I could be your daughter.”

Marcy smiled at the comment. “I would really like that too.”

“Would you still make love to me if I was your daughter?”

Nancy looked into the girl’s eyes. She knew that she would, even if the child was her own flesh and blood.

“Yes, honey, I would.”

“What if by magic you could have your own daughter, then would you still?”

“If it was something she wanted, then yes, I think I would. But I would never make her do anything she wasn’t comfortable with.”

Nancy smiled and began to caress Marcy once more as she kissed her deeply.

“I still have a little time before I have to go. Would you make me come once more?”

“With pleasure,” Marcy replied. “Come kneel above my face.”

Nancy quickly scrambled into position and lowered her preteen pussy onto Marcy’s waiting mouth. She moaned at the touch of Marcy’s tongue on her tender clit.

Marcy held one hand on the girl’s hip as she sucked and licked her wet slit. Nancy began to grind into Marcy as she felt the build up toward another orgasm grow deep inside her. Marcy concentrated her tongue movements on Nancy’s clit as her rocking became faster.

It didn’t take long for the girl to come again. Marcy felt her little angel shudder as she slumped forward, grabbing the headboard, and her mouth was soon flooded with the sweet juices of Nancy’s orgasm.

When Nancy had calmed down, she crawled off Marcy — and found that she was close to a climax too. Marcy had been rubbing her own pussy the entire time, and Nancy’s orgasm had brought her right to the brink.

Nancy pushed Marcy’s hand away, replacing it with her own. She quickly found Marcy’s swollen clit and began to rub vigorously. It only took seconds for Marcy’s orgasm to strike, causing her to cry out. Nancy kissed her again, deeply.

The two lovers cuddled, and Marcy soon drifted off into a blissful slumber.

* * *

When Marcy slowly came awake some time later, she sighed contently and pulled the blanket up to her chin. Then she wondered, Why am I under a blanket? As she opened her eyes, she discovered the room was completely dark.

She quickly sat up in a panic. “Nancy! Damn! We overslept.” By now, the girl’s mother had probably called the cops or something, thinking she’d been abducted.

Marcy reached for a lamp and switched it on. Once the room was lit, she saw that she was alone in the bed. A bit confused, she got out of the bed and headed out of the bedroom still naked.

Looking around, she realized the little girl was definitely gone. Making her way into the bathroom, she noticed a piece of paper folded in half and taped to the mirror. On the outside was written a line from an old song sung by Vera Lynn: ‘We’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when.’

Marcy remembered listening to the song as a child as it was one of her mother’s favorites. She was very surprised that such a young girl knew that lyric, and couldn’t fathom why she would write it.

She unfolded the paper and read…

 

Dear Marcy, 
       You looked so peaceful sleeping I didn’t want to wake you. Thank you for making love to me. It was wonderful and I will never forget it. I meant it when I said I wish I could be your daughter. You know what they say about being careful what you wish for.
Love you,
        Nancy

 

As she paced slowly back into the living room of the suite, Marcy read the note three more times, her eyes filling with tears.

She so wished she had a little girl just like Nancy. She thought how beautiful it was making love to her, and wondered what it might be like being with a daughter of her own that same way.

Marcy gave a soft sigh, then returned to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

Continue on to Chapter 4