Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

When at last we all untangled, and had come down from our various adrenaline-fed highs, it had gotten past suppertime. The glow of the flames in the gas fireplace added a sense of mystery, and the heat from it allowed us to remain mostly naked. The girls all seemed comfortable with showing their very different bodies, and Anita and I modeled the casual nakedness for them.

There were a few card games played after having enough to eat to sustain everyone, and some reading, and yawns, and then it was time for bed. As assigned when we’d first arrived, Tracy and Kim-Ly slipped off to their bedroom, leaving the door open, and Anita and Amy did the same. Juli and I finished up in the kitchen, then found our way to the queen-size bed in our bedroom.

“Will you be warm enough, pet?” I asked, sliding my hand under the covers to find the flannel sheet.

“I will if you’re right next to me,” Juli’s ever-upbeat little voice answered.

We sat up in bed for a while, shoulder to shoulder, talking about the day, about how everything had progressed and how she felt about it. My very naughty young niece never wavered, but talked enthusiastically about Tracy and Kim-Ly especially. As usual, she caressed herself as she talked, letting her legs fall open with a hand busy working under the sheets. I smiled to myself and let my own fingers mimic hers, one hand moving from nipple to nipple and the other sliding between my legs, tugging lightly at the closely trimmed triangle on my mound.

Juli pushed the covers down a little, below our waists. “I wish I had enough hair on my pussy to trim it to a shape, like you can,” she said, “and like Tracy. Hers isn’t really trimmed though, is it? It just seems to be in such a clean shape, dark and thicker than mine, but not like, in the way or anything. And the shape of her titties… omigod, Aunt Leslie, they’re like spikes when you touch ‘em!”

“Oh, Juli, dear, dear Juli,” I smiled at her musings. “Remember that we are all different, all growing and changing at different rates. You are as beautiful as any girl I know… more so! The light blonde muff you have will fill out, but I like it just the way it is.”

I reached over and fondled her sweet thirteen-year-old mound, my fingers marching back and forth across the swelling just above her groove, lightly fingertip kissing to the V on each side and back again. She sighed and let her legs drift farther apart, and reached over to me, combing my trimmed patch in much the same way as I did hers. We sat that way in silence for a few minutes, letting our bodies respond.

“I know you’re right, Aunt Leslie,” she continued. “It just seems like there are so many feelings, and so many really pretty parts that other girls have, including you!”

She turned her face towards me and leaned her head down enough to lick the side of my right breast, back and forth, then moving around to run her tongue across my hardening nipple.

“Do you touch yourself every night when you go to bed, sweetheart?” I asked, cradling my full woman tit in my palm as if offering it to her.

“Every night that I can,” she murmured between licks. “It just seems like as soon as I lie down, that’s the thing my body craves the most. But I wish I could be in your bed like this every night!”

“We might never get to sleep, little one,” I giggled, letting my fingers slide lower, the middle one parting her soft puffy slit, and my index and ring fingers pressing her lips back together around it from the sides. She sighed and moved her hips against me.

“We could stay awake all night then,” she answered, as her small hand moved down over my weeping pussy, imitating my motions on her, and I willingly spread my legs to give her access. “I can do it over and over if I want to, and it seems more and more like I always want to!!”

“I love how you suckle, darling girl,” I whispered. “It helps get me ready so fast… can you tell?”

It was partly her mouth on my nipple making me wet, and partly the feel of such a lovely sexy young girl’s pussy responding to my touch, and also her own admission that she had urges that were growing and growing, becoming a dominant part of her being.

She curled her middle finger and slipped it easily inside me, then added a second finger. My slippery pussy easily received them, as she nodded, “Ummm-hmmm… I can tell.”

It seemed incredible to me that my sweet Juli was fast becoming the kind of girl I wanted her to be. With only a little encouragement, she had the personality to take the lead, and not just with girls her own age. It was becoming clear now that older women were on her radar as well.

“Are you my little vixen?” I asked, rubbing her pussy a bit more firmly, feeling the juices of her arousal beginning to coat my finger.

“I am if you want me to be… but what’s a vixen?” she asked as she pushed her fingers in deeper while finding my fully charged clit with her thumb.

“Well,” I replied, “there are really several definitions, some of them not so good, but I think of my vixen as a female fox, a sly and sexy and sleek and beautiful young fox who knows so well how to pleasure herself, and knows just what her auntie loves to feel.”

Juli’s hips moved in a rhythm against my fingers, and her breath quickened. “I am your vixen then… god yes I am, and I want to be your young fox whenever you want me.”

She was gasping and trembling, and I knew she was quickly getting close. Her hand moved more rapidly against me and her lips closed over my nipple again, pulling, nibbling, working me with an urgency that I could tell came from deep inside her. A moment more, then I felt her legs try to close tight, heard her groan, “Ohhhhhhhhhh it’s here… fuckkkk… fuck me Aunt Leslie…fuck your vixen girl!!!!”

I slid my middle finger inside her, feeling her beautiful young pussy clench and squeeze it as her orgasm took over her senses. Her hand never stopped moving into me, and I let my own feelings dissolve, holding her head tight to my tits, urging her on to make her auntie come — until I felt myself boiling over just as she was, spasms moving from inside me to her fingers, from my belly to my clit, my knees pulling upwards with it, unable to be still.

Afterwards, we drifted off to sleep, holding each other and pulling the covers up around us, still reaching and feeling for the wetness we had created. It was amazingly close, amazingly together. In that moment, she was mine, and I was hers.

* * *

The night was cool, and moon shadows flickered through the window when I briefly awoke to adjust how I was lying in bed. Then I came further awake to whispering from Juli’s side of the bed.

“Are you sure?” a little low voice intoned.

“Yeah, it’ll be okay,” I heard Juli respond. “Just come on in here, but take off your tee shirt. We’ll be warm enough between us.”

I heard a rustling, then the covers parted and I felt Kim-Ly’s slight figure crawling over Juli to snuggle in between us, her bottom pressing against my hip. She had her panties back on. I turned toward her, draping my arm around the child, and nuzzled her ear. “What’s happening, sweetheart? Did Tracy take up the whole bed?”

She raised her head and shifted to lie on her back. “Actually, Tracy’s gone, and I was cold and kinda lonesome,” she whispered. “Amy came into our room and said her mom needed Tracy to help her and Amy with something.”

I realized then that Kim-Ly had not been in the cabin earlier to witness how Amy had taken her mother’s milk, helping Anita to have an orgasm in front of Tracy while we were still down at the lake with Juli.

“Ahhhh, I understand,” I answered, letting my hand slide across Kim-Ly’s tummy, playfully snapping the waistband of her little undies, and then drifting upwards, back and forth across her bare chest, just below the soft round bumps that would become her breasts. “I think Anita is enjoying their company in a way you haven’t seen yet.”

At that point Juli clicked on the bedside lamp to its lowest setting, then got to her hands and knees and leaned across Kim-Ly.

“Here,” she grinned, “just watch me and you’ll see what they’re doing in there.”

I pushed myself up a little to give her better access, and amid the tangle of our bodies, my sweet vixen niece went straight to my left nipple, closing her lips over it and sucking lightly.

As I petted Juli’s hair, I said, “Anita loves the feeling she gets, Kim-Ly, when young girls like her daughter and your sister suckle her, and I have to admit it’s something that always makes me feel very special, too.”

Then I sat up all the way and placed a pillow behind me against the headboard. Juli crawled over, straddled my leg, and leaned her head down again. I cradled my left breast in my palm, a sign that she had always liked, knowing I was ready and wanting her.

“Can you see, Kim-Ly?” I asked, wrapping my right arm around the young girl and pulling her hip to hip with me.

She leaned forward a little and nodded. Her skin felt so smooth and soft against me, and Juli’s lips and tongue washing over my nipple quickly had their erotic effect. Kim-Ly watched for some minutes as my vixen girl worked her magic and my breathing became heavier. I felt Juli’s crotch begin to move in a rhythm on my thigh, and I knew she was feeling it as well.

Juli reached her left hand to my right breast, cupping it as I would do, and said, “You can do it too if you want, Kim-Ly. It makes Aunt Leslie feel really beautiful, and using our mouths like this can make us feel goosey inside too.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Kim-Ly leaned over silently to nuzzle my tit with her nose. Then, as I pulled her closer still, her warm wet tongue began a licking journey to my nipple, circling all around it, and finally over the tip, back and forth, like a cat licking its fur, cleaning, feeling. When her young lips closed over the erect nipple and she began to suckle, the natural pulsing baby suckles that I suppose were still part of her subconscious memory, I felt myself swoon, lightheaded with arousal.

“Do it like this,” Juli helpfully instructed. She held my tit in both hands, squeezing it into a bulb shape with my nipple isolated and extended for her mouth and tongue. Kim-Ly rolled up to straddle my right thigh and wrapped her little hands around my other yearning tit, and resumed her assault on my oversensitive nipple, imitating Juli’s actions.

My hands were free to reach around and feel their young firm bottoms, one girl still in panties and one as naked as I was. But soon the need to touch myself became irresistible, and I let my right hand move to the wetness of my needy woman cunt, slipping fingers inside and curling them to find the delicious upper walls. I know both girls could feel my wrist and hand, moving faster and faster as I masturbated myself, and I could feel Juli’s wet slippery pussy lips grinding faster and faster against my leg as she worked on her own pleasure.

“Yes… like that… suck my tits, little girls… suck Aunt Leslie’s big woman tits… make me fucking come for you…”

I heard my own voice in a fog somewhere and almost wondered who that naughty woman was, gasping and groaning, plugged in so firmly to the electricity running from her tits to her clit. I knew it was me, of course, and I realized I was talking dirty, saying wickedly forbidden things to these two beautiful young sources of my pleasure, but I was beyond caring, lost in the rising flow of my orgasm, and I moaned and writhed as the waves pulsed inside me.

When I finished coming and slowly drew my fingers from my pussy, Juli grabbed my hand, bringing it to her mouth, licking the gooey, fragrant juices as her hips bore down. She held my fingers to her mouth and muffled cries escaped as she reached her own climax, sliding her wet open labia up and down my thigh.

I leaned forward to kiss my niece, to lick her cheeks and the side of her mouth. She released my fingers to kiss me back, letting her saliva flow over to me and drip from our chins as she came, totally allowing her feelings take over her actions, not caring where the wetness dripped or flowed. This was the way we were closest together, in the midst of our high, and it was all the more beautiful to know we were doing it in front of someone watching us.

* * *

Some moments of quiet ensued. Juli now lay with her head on my shoulder, facing across toward Kim-Ly. The younger girl lay with her head on my right shoulder, also facing across, and I had my arms wrapped around both their waists, just holding them close, feeling my heartbeat slowly return to normal.

“Oh, my god that was awwwesome,” Kim-Ly finally giggled, and we all giggled back.

“Yes, it certainly was, little one,” I answered, patting her panty-clad bottom. “I’m glad you got to watch us and help, but it seems like you’re the only one here who hasn’t had that very special beautiful feeling tonight. Do you think you could show us what you learned today, or is that something you would rather do in private?”

I knew I was taking a gamble. But I also knew she hadn’t been shy about having an orgasm in front of us that afternoon, and I hoped that Juli’s earlier example down on the dock and our example just now might help formulate a feeling of joy for the girl in being watched by others, the way it had grown to be something Juli craved.

Kim-Ly nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, oh yes, Aunt Leslie. I want you to see. I want you to see me naked.”

The eleven-year-old lay on her back, a pillow under her head, and lifted her hips, stripping off her panties. I took them from her and felt the wetness under my fingers, slick and gooey enough to tell me she was indeed physically ready. It seemed as though she was emotionally ready as well, so I scooted down and asked her to raise up so I could slide my pillow under her bottom to provide a better view for us.

Juli giggled and poked me, delighted that I was putting Kim-Ly totally on display, then scrambled down on the bed where she could see everything. Kim-Ly pulled up her knees and spread her legs, then began to massage her mons, pushing down on the top of her slit with the heel of her hand. It was a move I had seen Juli do, but that I hadn’t done myself in years. I understood, though, how the feeling could grow from it.

“Do you want a little starter help?” I asked, letting my fingers tickle the child’s nipple.

She nodded, and I licked my fingertip, wetting it, then slid it around in a circle and up and over the nipple, watching as it grew firmer, longer. The darkness of her little areolae and nipples was so attractive to me, riding atop the swollen half apples, soon to be young girl tits, and I felt strongly aroused again.

“Show us, Kim-Ly,” I whispered, “show us the inside of your beautiful pussy.”

Without hesitating she used both hands to pull her labia open, the brightness of her inner lips in contrast to the smooth skin tones of her tightly rolled outer lips. She held them open, and then the middle finger of one hand worked its way inside her vagina, just halfway, probing and feeling herself. Her other hand moved upwards, searching until she found the hot button clit at the top of her groove, and began to rub it, up and down, then in a circle, and then a faster circle.

“Lick your fingers,” Juli suggested, “or let me. It will feel even better that way.”

As Kim-Ly smiled and extended her hand, Juli leaned forward to lick the young girl’s fingers, then remained leaning forward, so very close to the spread pussy in front of her. We both watched the child play with herself, offering “mmmmm” and “good, just like that” comments to urge her on. I noticed Juli’s fingertips lightly caressing the inside of Kim-Ly’s thighs, and I continued my work on her nipples, one at a time. I kissed her neck and nuzzled her ear, then I raised my head again to watch.

It was such an amazingly erotic thing — to see such a beautiful young girl discovering herself, putting her masturbation on display for me, for both of us — that I couldn’t help but reach down and touch myself again, and was surprised to find my pussy not rubbed raw, but responsively sensitive, and I began to masturbate again as I lay alongside. Juli had moved to a kneeling position between Kim-Ly’s spread legs, and was openly fingering her own pussy again too. It was incredible to me that we both were ready so soon.

Moments passed, and Kim-Ly’s voice turned to mews and gurgle sounds as she brought herself closer and closer. She drew her knees up still higher, and bucked her hips in needy motions against her own hands. She slid the one small finger deeper inside herself, and I realized that she must have broken through with her earlier exploring and was ready for inside penetration. I added a third finger to my own wide-open woman cunt, and thrust against myself, trying to match the energy of these two youngsters.

When I heard Kim-Ly’s groans and cries grow louder and more urgent, I knew she was almost there, and I leaned in to suck on her nipple, tongue washing it, pulling it inside my mouth — and at that moment my own climax suddenly overwhelmed me. I heard Juli crying out as well, and with all the female sexuality surrounding her, our beautiful little Kim-Ly shot her pelvis upwards and wailed her orgasm to the ceiling.

I hugged the girl, squeezing her, and Juli crawled forward to join the warmth of our bodies as we tangled together, breathing hard, hands grasping to pull each other even closer.

“I never ever ever felt anything like that,” Kim-Ly said shakily. “I mean, it was like before, sort of, but you two were watching me so close, it was like magic.”

She leaned over to kiss me, her mouth open and wet, and I returned the kiss with tongue. I smiled inwardly at the powerful feelings these two young ones could generate within me, and obviously within themselves as well.

We lay together, cuddling and snuggling and finally turning so we were spooning each other… and one by one, we drifted off to sleep.

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