Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda Lynn

Over the next few days, Lisa was busy getting everything ready for the big visit from the social worker. First she made appointments with her doctor and with her dentist for Charlie. Then she contacted the school in their area and explained Charlie’s situation. Due to the amount of time she had missed, and because it was nearly the end of the current term anyway, the school proposed that Charlie should wait and repeat the grade in the fall. Lisa didn’t like the idea of her being a year behind, but she knew they were right, and it was in Charlie’s best interest, so she agreed. Finally, she hired an interior decorator who under Charlie’s close supervision remade her room into one fit for a princess.

When the following Monday morning rolled around, Lisa and Charlie went in to the office. Marcy was already at her desk when they arrived. “Good morning, Lisa,” she said with a smile. “Welcome back.”

“Good morning, I’d like you to meet Charlie,” Lisa replied, noticing the puzzled expression on Marcy’s face.

“Hello!” said Charlie with a bubbly voice. The girl was beaming and looking excitedly around at everything. Charlie had been rendered nearly speechless when Lisa told her, as they approached the beautiful glass and steel skyscraper, that she not only worked on the top floor but owned the whole building.

Marcy held out her hand. “Hello, Charlie. It’s very nice meeting you. That’s such a cute pink dress you have on.”

“Thank you, Marcy. Lisa’s told me a lot about you.”

“Wish I could say the same,” Marcy said flatly, looking up at her friend.

Lisa grinned, shaking her head. “Sorry, hon. It’s just been a whirlwind week. Tell you what, come into my office and bring me up to speed on what’s been going on around here, and I’ll tell you all about Charlie too.”

“Deal,” Marcy answered. “I’ll bring you a coffee. Charlie, would you like anything?”

“No, thanks,” said the girl.

As Lisa opened the door to her office, Charlie stepped quickly inside, then ran over to the huge windows overlooking the harbor. She pressed her hands and face to the glass leaving smudge marks behind.

“Wow! I’ve never been this high up before!” she exclaimed. “All the cars and people look so tiny.”

Lisa smiled at her childish enthusiasm.

Charlie came back over toward Lisa’s desk. “Who’s that man?” she asked, pointing to a portrait on the wall behind it.

“That’s my father. This was his company, and it became mine after he died. It was originally founded by his father a long time ago,” Lisa explained just as Marcy walked through the door carrying a big stack of folders and a steaming mug of coffee. She handed the coffee to Lisa then placed the heavy pile on the desk.

“Good lord, Marcy. I wasn’t gone all that long, was I?”

“Some of us actually work, you know,” Marcy said with a smirk. She provided Lisa with a quick summary of the material she’d brought in, then changed the subject. “So, tell me about your beautiful little friend here. You didn’t steal her from someone, did you?”

“What is it with people thinking I go around kidnapping children? Good heavens!” Lisa chuckled.

She and Marcy sat down on the sofa while Charlie continued exploring, soon leaving the office to wander around the rest of the floor. Over the next several minutes, Lisa brought Marcy up to date on all that had happened.

“That is just so beautiful, so sweet,” Marcy said, trying not to cry as Lisa finished telling the long story. “Holly and Ivy are going to love meeting her.”

“I have no doubt they’ll get along great,” said Lisa.

“How old is Charlie?”

“She’ll be 12 in a couple of months.”

“Oh, then she’s only a few months older than my girls. That’s perfect,” said Marcy. “We should make plans for them to get together.”

“Well, we’re coming over next Sunday for Easter dinner,” Lisa said. She patted Marcy’s knee, then got up and walked to her desk, ready to start in on her pile of work.

“Yes, but there’s no need for them to wait that long,” said Marcy as she headed for the office door. “How about a play date on Wednesday after dinner?”

Lisa cocked her head and laughed. “I don’t think 11-year-olds have play dates.”

“All right, it’s Wednesday evening at 7:00 then,” Marcy said with a wink, ignoring the other comment as she left the office.

Lisa shook her head, smiling, and grabbed the folder on the top of the stack.

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They pulled into the driveway of Marcy’s bungalow. No sooner had Lisa put the car in park than Charlie was already out the door and halfway up the walk.

Lisa laughed out loud. Charlie had been a bundle of energy all day, super anxious to meet Holly and Ivy. Her excitement had actually started Monday afternoon on their drive home when Lisa told Charlie about the plans. She’d pestered her with endless questions about the twins. What did they look like? How old were they? What music did they like? What kind of things were they into? Lisa just answered as best she could.

She followed Charlie up the walk and pushed the doorbell. The door opened, and a smiling Marcy greeted them.

“Come in, come in,” she said, holding open the door. “I’m so glad you’re here. These two have been driving me nuts with their incessant questions.” Marcy nodded toward the twins, who were standing just a few feet away.

Holly and Ivy were literally vibrating with eager energy, broad smiles on their faces. The two beautiful girls were identical, naturally, except for their hair. Holly’s was long and blonde and straight, while Ivy’s raven black hair hung in wavy curls just above her shoulders.

Lisa and Charlie stepped inside, and Marcy closed the door.

“Hi, girls,” Lisa said.

“Hi, Auntie Lisa,” the twins answered in unison.

“Girls, this is Charlie. Charlie, this is Holly,” Lisa said, indicating the blonde child, “and this is Ivy.”

“Hi,” said the girls.

“Hi,” Charlie squeaked.

“Okay, why don’t you two take Charlie to your room or down to the family room and get to know each other,” Marcy suggested.

Charlie kicked off her shoes as Ivy waved her over to them. She followed the twins, and they disappeared down the hall, already giggling.

Marcy and Lisa went into the living room. “Coffee?” Marcy asked, as she headed toward the kitchen.

“Please,” nodded Lisa. She sat down on the sofa.

Marcy returned after a minute and handed Lisa a cup of coffee, then took a seat in an armchair.

“You mentioned yesterday,” Marcy immediately began, “that you wanted to find a nanny for Charlie, someone to take care of her after school while you’re at work. I talked with Janice about it, and she would be happy to watch Charlie as well as Holly and Ivy.”

Lisa sipped her coffee and thought for a moment.

Janice had been hired by Lisa shortly after the twins were born, and she’d taken care of them ever since Marcy returned to work full-time. She knew that Marcy trusted Janice completely. Lisa had met her on numerous occasions over the years, knew Janice fairly well, and she too felt she could trust her.

“You’re sure she wouldn’t mind having another little girl to look after?”

Marcy shook her head. “Janice won’t mind a bit. She loves taking care of kids.”

“All right, that would be great. Thank you. I’ll pay her, of course.”

“Good, then it’s all settled. I’ll let her know tomorrow,” Marcy smiled.

The two friends sat and chatted away the evening while Charlie and the twins occupied themselves with the usual things preteen girls do.

**********

When the day arrived for the social worker’s visit, Lisa and Charlie both were bundles of nerves. The whole process, however, lasted less than an hour, and the social worker, an older woman who’d been on the job more than 30 years, assured them that in Charlie’s case the interview was just a formality. All the relevant boxes already had been ticked.

Friday night, a week and a half later, Sheryl showed up at the front door looking very lawyer-like once again, except for the fact that she was sporting lime green hair. Charlie answered the doorbell and saw that Sheryl was carrying her portfolio along with a large bottle of wine. A big grin was on her face.

“Hi, sweetie!” Sheryl loudly exclaimed, giving Charlie a hug the best she could with her hands so full.

“Sheryl!” Charlie squealed as she hugged back.

“Going to be one of those nights, is it?” Lisa smiled, spying the bottle of wine as she came around the corner to greet her friend.

“That is within the realm of possibilities. But this bottle, my dear ladies, is for celebrating.” Giving the wine to Lisa, Sheryl kicked off her shoes and hung up her coat. Then she reached into her coat pocket and pulled out another smaller bottle with 7-UP stenciled on the side. She handed it to Charlie. “This one’s for you to celebrate with, honey.”

They all walked into the kitchen, and Lisa took three wine glasses from the cupboard. Two were large and had been used many times by the women. The third was a smaller version. Sheryl opened and poured the wine while Lisa filled the smaller glass with some of Charlie’s pop.

“Okay, then. What are we celebrating?” Lisa asked.

Sheryl pulled a document from her portfolio and set it on the counter. “Sign and initial each page where indicated, and your guardianship will be permanent. Charlie will never have to leave your side.” She raised her glass in a toast.

Lisa and Charlie looked at each other, and then at Sheryl. After they each took a quick swallow, Lisa and Charlie set their glasses down and together wrapped their arms around Sheryl, hugging her tightly.

“It’s okay, Lisa,” Charlie said with a giggle. “You can kiss her now.” And Lisa did, as Charlie watched them happily.

Lisa grabbed her glass and the wine bottle, and was about to lead them into the living room when Sheryl stopped her.

“Not so fast, you lush,” the lawyer quipped. “Sign first, party second.”

“Now if that’s not the pot calling the kettle black,” Lisa laughed.

She picked up the pen Sheryl had just placed on the counter. When all the signing and initialing was done, Sheryl put the document back into her portfolio where it would be safe, and the three headed into the living room to celebrate.

Lisa and Charlie sat on the sofa while Sheryl took the armchair. They drank and laughed and talked, mostly about adult stuff but they did try to include Charlie in on the conversation from time to time.

After a while, Charlie leaned over, whispering something to Lisa. Sheryl watched as her friend slowly turned her head and looked closely at Charlie. Lisa’s expression appeared to be one of mild surprise.

“Are you sure?” she asked softly.

The little girl nodded and jumped up off the sofa. “I’m tired. I’m going to bed now,” she announced, not looking the least bit sleepy.

Charlie gave Lisa a nice long goodnight kiss, then went over to Sheryl. This time she didn’t wait for an invitation. She plopped right down on her lap and wrapped her arms around the woman, pressing their cheeks together.

“Thank you so much,” Charlie whispered in her ear. Pulling back, she looked into Sheryl’s eyes for a moment, then gave her a big kiss on the lips before getting up again.

“G’night,” Charlie breezily waved to them as she headed off to bed.

The women sat in silence for a few moments.

“What was that all about?” Sheryl finally asked.

Lisa smiled and put her wine glass down on the table. She patted the cushion beside her, leering at Sheryl with bedroom eyes. Sheryl put her own glass down, then made her way over to Lisa and sat next to her.

After gazing at Sheryl for several seconds, then reaching up to stroke her hair, Lisa leaned in and kissed the woman’s bottom lip, gently pulling on it with her teeth. “Charlie gave me permission to fuck your brains out. Her words,” she cooed.

“Oh, she did, did she?” Sheryl replied with a surprised chuckle. “Well, then I guess we shouldn’t disappoint her.” She grabbed Lisa’s head and mashed their mouths together.

Her eyes closed in the kiss, Lisa pulled blindly at Sheryl’s blouse, tugging it from the waistband of her slacks. She fumbled with the buttons until the blouse was open. Sheryl continued to hold Lisa’s head with both hands, her tongue dancing around her lips and in her mouth. Lisa pushed Sheryl’s bra up, exposing her breasts, then grabbed each hard nipple, pinching and pulling at them. Sheryl let out a slow deep growl as she broke their kiss.

Taking Lisa by the shoulders, Sheryl stood up momentarily while at the same time pushing the other woman onto her back on the sofa. Lisa yelped in surprise as Sheryl fell upon her, biting at her ears. Sheryl aggressively kissed and sucked her neck and throat. Her hands roughly groped Lisa’s tits through her shirt. Then she stood again, wiping her mouth.

“Get naked,” Sheryl ordered as she hurriedly began removing her own clothes.

Lisa silently but eagerly obeyed. Shirt, pants, and undergarments from both women were discarded with reckless abandon around the living room. Once Lisa was naked, Sheryl was on her like a predator on its prey. Lisa moaned as her breasts were squeezed and her nipples were assaulted with bites and pinches. Her lover was in one of those rare moods, and Lisa knew she would probably be sore in the morning. She was going to be Sheryl’s personal plaything tonight, like it or not. Luckily she did.

Sheryl took a nipple into her mouth and sucked on it as she pushed a finger deep into Lisa’s core. Lisa cried out at the shock of the sudden intrusion.

“You like that, don’t you?” Sheryl asked in a dominant tone.

“Yes, mistress,” Lisa whined as Sheryl continued to rub and finger her pussy. Lisa’s hips bucked and rolled with the onslaught. A wave of pleasure and pain raced through her body.

“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” Sheryl asked.

“Uh-huh,” Lisa murmured, biting her lip. She could feel herself getting close very quickly, but then — “Nooo!” Lisa pleaded when Sheryl pulled her finger out of her now soaked pussy.

Sheryl put the finger in Lisa’s mouth, letting her taste her own juices. Then she crawled forward on the sofa and straddled Lisa, a knee on either side of her rib cage.

“Play with my clit,” she ordered. Sheryl had a large pink clit that protruded from between thick pussy lips, gleaming with moisture.

Lisa put her thumb over it and began to rub in a circular motion. “Fuck, yes! Rub it!” Sheryl moaned as she reached back to play with Lisa’s throbbing clit.

“Yes, yes, yes, make me come,” Lisa pleaded.

“Don’t be such a greedy bitch,” Sheryl growled. “You haven’t made me come yet.”

Lisa looked up at her friend and saw pure animalistic lust in her eyes. Lisa didn’t mind when Sheryl would let out her aggressive dominatrix persona, but she was glad it was a fairly rare event.

She redoubled her efforts on Sheryl’s clit, stroking, squeezing, pulling, even slapping at it. Soon Sheryl was rocking her hips and moaning loudly as she continued to rub and finger Lisa’s pussy. It wasn’t long until both women had enjoyed their first orgasms of the night. That wouldn’t be their last.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Lisa suggested a few minutes later. They were lying naked on the sofa, with Sheryl on top, both breathing heavily and covered in sweat.

All the way in the two lovers hungrily kissed and pawed at one another, banging into walls as they went. They fell through the door into the bedroom, somehow keeping their feet. Lisa managed to break away from Sheryl long enough to shut the door. She turned on the bedside lamp, then flopped down on the bed.

Sheryl went to a tall oak bureau and opened the top drawer. She pulled out a blue vibrator and a black strap-on. Lisa smiled and reached into the drawer of her nightstand where she found a bottle of lube.

As she lay down beside Lisa, Sheryl handed the vibrator to her. “Do me first,” she requested. Her inner animal seemed to have calmed a bit.

Lisa took the vibrator, but set it aside for the moment. She rolled over on top of Sheryl and brought their lips together. Lisa kissed her lover’s mouth for a few minutes, thoroughly exploring with her tongue before sliding down to take one of Sheryl’s large erect nipples between her lips. She sucked hard on it, flicking it with her tongue as Sheryl purred with pleasure.

Slowly she kissed and licked her way down Sheryl’s body, stopping to admire her chiseled six-pack. Then she moved on to the nicely trimmed patch of bright green pubic hair. Lisa smiled at the sight of it, then took Sheryl’s engorged clit into her mouth, sucking on it as she had her nipple.

“Yes,” Sheryl hissed. “Suck my pussy. Fuck my cunt!”

Lisa did, shoving two fingers deep inside Sheryl, sliding them in and out, loving how hot and slippery she felt.

“Goddamn it, yes!” the woman groaned, panting and writhing on the bed.

And then, just when she thought Sheryl was nearing the edge, Lisa stopped.

“Ohh fuck no! Please don’t stop,” Sheryl begged.

Lisa giggled. “Who’s the greedy bitch now?”

Then she picked up the vibrator and the bottle of lube. Sheryl was so wet that the lube wasn’t really necessary, but Lisa rubbed some on the toy anyway, then turned it on to its lowest setting. With its hum filling the air, Lisa touched the tip to Sheryl’s throbbing clit. Sheryl jerked her hips and moaned loudly.

Lisa continued to stimulate her clit for a while, then slid the toy down toward her opening and slowly pushed it in. Sheryl shuddered heavily. As Lisa began to fuck her friend with the buzzing toy, Sheryl grabbed and pinched her own nipples. She moaned even louder when Lisa increased the setting on the toy. The sounds of the vibrator changed in pitch and volume as Lisa plunged it in and out of Sheryl’s core.

“Fuck, yes, Lisa! Don’t stop – yes – yes –  I  —  I’m coming!”

Sheryl clawed at the sheets, howling in pleasure. She cried out, almost screaming, and then thrust her hips into the air. Sheryl’s cum splashed onto Lisa’s chest as the vibrator slipped from her pussy.

“Holy fuck!” Lisa exclaimed, more from the suddenness of it than from the fact that Sheryl had squirted on her.

Sheryl’s chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath. “Holy… fuck… is right…” she said between gasps.

Lisa lay down beside her friend and nibbled on an ear as she waited for her to collect herself.

After a minute or so, Sheryl rolled onto her side facing Lisa. She kissed her very softly on the lips. It seemed the tiger was now a kitten. Sheryl cupped one of Lisa’s breasts and gently squeezed and fondled the nipple before she took it into her mouth. Lisa moaned in response.

Sheryl played her tongue over the nipple as her hand found its way to Lisa’s pussy. Her fingers easily moved through the slick folds and into her core. Lisa pushed her hips up to greet Sheryl’s fingers as they found their way to her clit.

“You are so fucking wet,” Sheryl purred.

Lisa just grunted.

Sheryl kissed her way down Lisa’s belly. Spreading her labia with her thumbs and pressing her mouth inside, Sheryl lovingly explored Lisa’s furrow, savoring all the smells and tastes and textures she adored, causing Lisa to whimper when she began to plunge her stiffened tongue in and out of her juicy vagina. Then, very slowly, kissing and licking as she went, she worked her way back up to Lisa’s clit. After nuzzling it with her nose, then sucking on it for a few moments, then flicking her tongue wildly over the sensitive nub, she had Lisa moaning and thrashing on the bed, primed to explode.

She stopped.

Sheryl took one more long slow lick of Lisa’s pussy before climbing off the bed and standing up.

“Nooo,” Lisa whined in protest.

“Get on your hands and knees,” Sheryl said, as she grabbed the strap-on and fastened it around her hips.

Lisa did as she was told. Positioning herself in the center of the bed, knees spread apart, ass in the air, and resting on her elbows, she waited. In the mirror over her dressing table, Lisa watched Sheryl make minor adjustments to the harness and then lubricate the long black cock.

Sheryl brought herself up behind Lisa and played with her butt cheeks, squeezing and pinching and slapping them. After squirting some lube into the crack of Lisa’s ass, she spread it around with her finger, teasing at the rosebud of her anus.

Placing the silicone cock at Lisa’s entrance, Sheryl slowly pushed it in. With Lisa’s heightened state of arousal and the ample supply of lube and juices, there was little resistance to Sheryl’s effort to penetrate her. Still, Lisa gasped as she felt the alien intrusion.

When she’d achieved maximum depth, Sheryl bent forward and kissed Lisa’s back, rubbing her lips over the woman’s hot skin, tasting salty sweat. She reached around to the front and pinched Lisa’s hardened nipples, tugging at them as she nipped at her shoulders.

“Mmmm, yeahhh,” Lisa purred. Little shivers of pleasure caused her to twitch. “Come on, fuck me!”

Straightening up, Sheryl placed a hand on each of Lisa’s hips as she began to slide the cock in and out. She moved slowly at first, then quickened her pace as Lisa’s pleas for release spurred her on, exciting her.

Lisa knew she was almost there. It was only a matter of seconds now. “Fuck me, Sheryl!”

Suddenly Lisa cried out as her reality was splintered by a powerful orgasm. Her body convulsed, waves of pleasure crashing through her — and it wasn’t over. Although Lisa’s mind was foggy, she sensed another climax already beginning to grow, this one being exquisitely different.

Sheryl’s thrusts were unrelenting as the base of the strap-on mashed against her own clit again and again and again. She continued to fuck her friend, harder and harder, until she too reached climax, throwing back her head, grimacing and shuddering in ecstasy.

When Lisa came the second time, it felt as if a tightly wound spring had suddenly been released, its energy radiating out to every bit of her body. Lisa shook all over, moaning loudly. Then her limbs turned to mush.

Lisa and Sheryl collapsed on the bed together, both panting, gasping for air. They were exhausted, spent for the moment, but still they weren’t finished. The pair fucked twice more that evening before finally falling asleep in a sweaty, sticky, jumble amid the tangled sheets.

Neither woman was aware that Charlie had given herself three very powerful orgasms that night as well. The girl now sat half asleep in the dark of Lisa’s walk-in closet, waiting for the opportunity to sneak unnoticed back to her own room.

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