Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by StarSapphire

When I came home from work the next day, Tanya was waiting by my parking space. She eagerly waved to me and smiled as I pulled in and got out of the car.

Finding all the right keys and entry cards, we made our way to the elevator and then went up to my condo. I let Tanya in ahead of me as I scooped up the mail that had been delivered that morning. Nothing important, so I hung up my coat and went to join Tanya at my kitchen table.

“Mom has to work late tonight. Thanks for having me over,” Tanya said demurely.

“For you any time, sweetheart. It’s no trouble. I love your company.”

“And I like yours too, even if you are 35 years old!” she giggled.

“Hey, that wasn’t what you were saying last night, little girl, remember?”

“I know. I’m just teasing you. I really liked last night, the way you taught me to kiss,” Tanya smiled across at me warmly. I blushed, remembering my feelings only too well from last night.

To take my obsessed mind away from the sweet young form opposite me, I threw myself into preparing us both dinner. I did up a chicken stir-fry that required lots of chopping and cutting that allowed my thoughts to focus on something else besides Tanya’s young body, decked out in a navy blue pleated skirt and white high collar blouse. No peeks down the front tonight, I thought. Little did I know.

After dinner Tanya helped me wash up, then we resumed our comfortable positions at either end of my big black leather couch, as if no time had passed since last night. She sat facing me with her legs straight out on the couch, while I sort of curled in sideways at my end, Tanya’s feet just touching my shins. She began to wiggle her white ankle socks against me and laughed.

“Can we practice some more now?” Tanya asked with a wicked little grin.

“You mean kissing?” as if I didn’t know.

“Yeah, kissing,” she said and scooted close beside me, her eager face inches from mine.

Looking down at her, I couldn’t resist. I brought my lips forward and met hers in a soft, gentle peck before pulling away.

“Kissing you last night got me all excited,” Tanya whispered slyly.

“I know honey, I was getting a little worked up myself. We were so bad!” I was falling into her trap again, the little fox.

“When I went to bed, you know what I did?” she asked me breathlessly.

“No… what, sweetheart?”

“I touched myself, you know, down there,” she said pointing towards her pussy.

“Yes, I know what you mean, honey,” I replied softly, my heart racing.

Oh my God! Now what should I do? I’d masturbated, too, but I hadn’t thought about the effect our little necking session might have on an inexperienced but all too grown up Tanya. Obviously she was getting turned on, whether she thought that our kissing had “counted” or not.

“I touched myself too, Tanya,” I confessed rather shamefully. Telling an eleven-year-old girl that I’d just masturbated to memories of her kisses was a totally strange and slightly scary experience. “After you left, and then again before I went to sleep. Kissing can be serious stuff, especially to an old broad like me, y’know.”

“That is just so awesome, Carla, that you played with yourself — and you’re not an old broad. You’re sexy and beautiful and I only wish one day I’ll look half as good as you do!” She threw both arms around my waist and embraced me, planting her young, lush lips full against mine.

This kiss lasted a little longer… and yes, our tongues were involved. After our moment of self-disclosure, the resolve I’d had turned to water as my lips slowly parted for Tanya. She followed my lead, eagerly. Finally I had the incredible sensation of slipping my tongue into Tanya’s warm mouth, as hers shyly slid into mine.

The kiss was soft and sweet at first, then our mouths opened wider as we grew more passionate, our kiss becoming increasingly hungry. After several more intense minutes of this, we finally pulled apart and looked at each other.

“God, baby, that was so hot,” I panted. “But w-we have to stop now.”

“Stop? Stop what?” Tanya queried. “This doesn’t count, remember?” She looked at me with a sassy grin. “We’re just practicing.”

With that she began kissing me again… and within seconds we were deeply engrossed in one of the hottest, most meaningful kisses of my life. Just as I thought I’d lose my mind, as our tongues again engaged in loving combat, Tanya pulled away and looked me in the eyes with a sultry intensity.

“Can I… feel you up? You know, like, um, touch your titties?”

“Tanya!” I exclaimed. “That’s going a bit far, don’t you think?” I stared down at her, feeling both lust and shock.

“I just really want to know what it’s like to touch them. They’re very beautiful.” She looked up at me with her angelic little smile and I melted once more.

“Yeah, well, okay,” I stammered, surprising myself. “But don’t you dare tell your mom or anybody else that I let you feel me up, okay? I’m serious!” And I was.

“Of course I won’t, silly,” Tanya said. With that, she quickly swooped in to resume kissing me, and I felt her left hand start to glide up my stomach until she had the palm over my nipple, then she began gently fondling my right breast, then the left. My nipples were instantly hard as I felt the warm pressure of her hand stroking and kneading me.

“Gosh, they feel so nice!” she murmured into my lips as our tongues danced together.

“It feels good for me too, little one,” I murmured into Tanya’s mouth.

Waves of hot pleasure were shooting through my breasts and down between my legs. I was soaking wet as her hand continued to explore each breast in turn, then settled on a steady, soothing massage of my right one. My nipples were aching to be touched and sucked at that point, but I dared not take things any further.

As long as we have our clothes on, it’s okay. It doesn’t count. That’s what I kept telling myself, anyhow.

Then Tanya stopped kissing me again.  “I — I want to see them… your b-breasts, I mean,” she mumbled hesitantly with a finger in her mouth, looking too cute for words. “Pretty please?”

At this point I would have done almost anything for her. My resolve to be good was all but gone under Tanya’s imploring and my rising lust. Besides, it isn’t like being naked after all, I rationalized, I’ll just be topless. No big deal, right?

“Okay, little one, but I have to see yours too,” I commanded her with a catch in my throat, hardly able to wait to see her bare chest before me.

“Oh, boy!” Tanya squealed. “But I haven’t got any. Not really,” she remarked.

“Oh, yes you do. Now come on. Take off your top and I’ll take off mine.”

We both laughed. I began to unbutton my white cotton blouse, then slowly peeled it from my shoulders. Tanya, meanwhile, had unbuttoned hers and was staring intently at my breasts, cupped firmly in a lacy white bra. She slid her starched white blouse off her shoulders and draped it neatly over the arm of the couch.

Her titties were so sexy and adorable as she exposed them to my heated gaze; small little mounds topped with darling pink nipples all puffed out with excitement.

I quickly reached round my back and unclasped my bra, letting it fall forward through my arms and into my lap. Tanya stared at my bare breasts intently as I let the garment fall to the floor, forgotten.

“Oh, Carla!” Tanya exclaimed. “They’re so beautiful! Can I touch them?”

“Only if I can touch yours, sweetheart.”

She nodded, and I reached forward to cup her budding mounds with my palms. Tanya reached forward and did the same to me. Her touch was electric on my bare breasts. I watched her as she slowly and lovingly fondled my aching tits. Her eyes were like saucers, her mouth a big O of wonder.

Round and round, her small hands fondled my swollen breasts and nipples as my fingers gently stroked hers into puffy prominence. I yearned to take them in my mouth.

“I want to suck your nipples, baby,” I told Tanya, my voice shaking with excitement.

“Oooh, please!” she squealed.

I leaned forward and down, capturing first one, then the other soft nipple between my lips, kissing, licking, and sucking them to hardness. She purred like a baby kitten as I pleasured her adolescent breasts.

“Now I wanna kiss yours!” she demanded, sitting straight up with her elbows behind her back… looking so incredibly sexy that I nearly came on the spot.

I took the left breast in my hand and fed her my nipple. The touch of her lips was ecstatic, especially as she began to suck gently, her free hand reaching up to caress my right breast.

I was soaking wet now and desperately in need of release. I let her go on sucking and giving me tiny little bites — whether intentionally or not I didn’t know. The pleasure was intense and the sight of her nuzzling my breasts sent warm, rapturous waves down my hot, dripping pussy. I had to do something before I completely lost control.

“Stop, baby,” I urged her. “Sit up and talk to me for a second, okay?”

Tanya reluctantly pulled away. “Okay, but…”

“Honey, remember when you said you touched yourself last night?” She slowly nodded. “Well, I have to do that now. I need to get myself off, babe… and I want you to do it with me.”

I was amazed at what I’d just said. I’d never masturbated in front of anyone before, never mind a girl of eleven, but the idea was burned in my brain.

“R-really? You want to, to touch yourself with me?”

“Yes, baby, I do… and I want to watch you play with yourself while I do it. Is that okay?”

“Oooh, I’d like that!” Tanya gasped. “But we’ll have to take all our clothes off,” she said with a mischievous grin.

I had planned on simply slipping my hand down my pants, but this seemed like a naughtier, better idea. The thought of seeing Tanya naked overcame any resistance I had and I stood up, undid my slacks and slid them to the floor quickly. My wet panties followed.

Tanya stared wide-eyed at my trimmed brown bush as she undid her skirt, stood erect and let it fall. Her little girl’s white cotton knickers came down more slowly as an uncharacteristic moment of embarrassment overcame her. She blushed, lowered her head, then her panties, drawing her knees demurely together.

Oh, what a sight her little pink slit was, topping a pair of wonderfully developed legs that exposed themselves as her panties slowly made their way down and off. We both looked at each other and giggled.

“Sit at that end, honey… and I’ll sit here.” I placed my back against the right arm of the couch and opened my legs. At the opposite end, Tanya did the same. The sight of her fully exposed pink slice, revealed to me as she spread her knees apart, was more than enough to start me off.

My right hand stole between my legs, and I sank a finger deep into my steaming cunt, using the other hand to pleasure my engorged clitoris. Hot waves of pleasure began to undulate through my body as I worked away at myself.

Looking at Tanya, I could see her hand work between her thighs as she stared at my pussy, taking in every movement of my busy fingers. She had that glazed and stupefied look that bespoke intense arousal, and I’m sure I looked much the same as I stared back at her. Her movements were a bit awkward and first, but she soon had a steady rhythm going that seemed to match mine. Soon we were masturbating in unison.

Suddenly Tanya had risen from her position on the couch and was kneeling before me, her face flushed with excitement. “Carla,” she panted, her eyes wide, “I — I want you to do it for me, to play with my pussy. Please, would you do that, Carla? I want to feel you touching me!”

I now realized that we had reached the moment of truth… and there was no turning back if I gave in to her request.

“Tanya, honey… you know that if I touch you there it really counts, don’t you? We’ll be making love for real, baby. And what about your girlfriend? Have you thought about her?”

“She’s not my girlfriend, that’s the problem. She… she doesn’t even know how I feel about her,” Tanya said mournfully. Then her eyes flashed with excitement. “Besides, I love you too, Carla, every bit as much!”

Her plaintive voice touched my heart, but I was still apprehensive, no matter how badly I wanted her. “Oh, Tanya, I love you too… so very much. I just don’t want you getting hurt.”

“You love me?” She screwed up her face and leaned forward, her chin resting on my thigh. “You love me like… your girlfriend, or you love me like a little kid?”

“No, l — well, yes, like a girlfriend, honey,” I confessed. “Almost from the moment I first saw you. You take my breath away every time I see you, Tanya. Kissing and touching you has been like heaven must be. I want to make love to you so badly.”

Tanya practically fell into my arms and the soft warm feel of her pure white skin next to mine was pure bliss… like a culmination, a wish at last fulfilled. Her body was small and soft, still half child, but holding her against me was deliriously wonderful. Lifting up her chin, I gave her a gentle kiss, then told her to turn around and sit between my legs with her back against me. When she had complied, I let my left hand wander over her nipples, then I kissed and licked at her neck and ear.

“So… you want me to play with your pussy, do you?” I whispered, my lips brushing her ear.

“Oh yes, Carla…” she moaned, “and I really like it when you talk to me like that.”

“Like what, precious?” I teased her.

“You know!” She squirmed against me in protest.

“No I don’t, honeybunch. You have to tell me,” I giggled lewdly.

“Yes you do. Saying stuff like `pussy’ and `titties’ and those other bad words!”

“Oh, those words! Why you little minx, wherever did you learn that kind of language?” I laughed.

“Hey, I’m eleven, not five, and I live in the big city and watch television, and I listen to Mom when she’s mad!”

I giggled at her reply, then whispered “Okay,” in her ear. My God, she loves talking dirty! As my right hand snaked down to touch her virgin cunt for the first time, I began whispering to her, my mouth brushing her ear.

“My hand is going down between your legs now, angel… and my fingers are touching your hot little slit.” My middle finger reached her as I said the words and I shivered at the sensation of her cunt taking it inside, opening for me. She felt so delicate, compared to the other women I’d had as lovers. A low moan escaped from Tanya’s lips as I gently fingered her.

I continued. “Now I’m playing with your nipples with my other hand while I’m rubbing your sweet clit baby. Mmmm, Tanya, you’re so wet.” I began a gentle circular motion on her little pink nubbin with my fingertips, my free hand sliding up the young girl’s body to fondle her titties with my other hand.

The sensation of finally possessing Tanya as my lover was overwhelming. So much so that I needed to get off right then.

“Tanya, honey,” I whispered in her ear. Her eyes were closed and her breathing came in sobs as I continued to play with her pussy. “I’m going to masturbate myself while I’m fucking you, baby.” She moaned loudly in response, and her hips began to rock gently back and forth against my hand.

I slipped my left hand between my legs, found my clit and began stroking myself, the top of my hand resting against her back. “There, baby… can you feel me touching my cunt for you?”

“Oh God yes!” Tanya hissed. “Make us both c-come, please! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop. I’m so, ooohhh, so close!”

“Don’t worry, little one. I won’t stop. I’m going to finger your hot pussy now, baby… put my finger in your wet cunt and fuck you with it!” I gently pushed the tip into Tanya’s vagina and felt how incredibly tight she was. Barely inside her, I rimmed the entrance with my finger, and she gasped and shook in my arms. “Come for me, my sweet little lover…” I whispered hoarsely, “come in my arms while I touch your cunt!”

With that, Tanya let go. Her back arched and her hands came down on top of mine, pressing me deeper into her virgin cunt, her cunt that now dripped with her hot sticky juices. Her hips continued to grind against my trapped hand as deep shudders of pleasure shot through her small body.

“Oh my God! Fuck me!” Tanya cried, wailing as her orgasm rose to a frenzied crescendo, crested, then slowly subsided. Her naked body was flushed from head to toe as she lay there, panting for breath.

As soon as she could speak, she turned to me and threw her arms around my body, giving me a fierce squeeze. “That w-was so good, Carla! I can’t believe it! Oh, God, I love you so much, s-so much!” Small sobs began to break from her, and I felt her hot tears against my naked skin as she shook in my arms.

“There there, honey,” I cooed as I held and gently rocked her, placing little kisses on the top of her head. “This was a big moment for you sweetheart. I just hope I made it special for you.”

“You did! You did!” Tanya exclaimed against me, alternately laughing and crying. “I’ve never been so happy before!”

“Me neither,” I replied, surprised to realize that I meant it.

Tanya quickly looked up at me, her tear-streaked face looking so young all of a sudden. “Really?” she asked, looking me directly in the eye.

“Really,” I replied, gazing back at her with all the love I had for her at that moment, which was a considerable amount.

“Oh, Carla! That is so sweet!”

Tanya fell back into my arms, and we cuddled together naked, lying together on my couch, too blissed out to move. We stayed that way for perhaps a half hour… and then Tanya’s head suddenly popped up.

“You haven’t come yet, have you?”

“No sweetheart, but that doesn’t matter.”

“Well, it does to me!” she declared, raising herself up to kneel beside me. “Besides, I want to have a really good look at your pussy… and touch it, too. I haven’t done that yet.”

“I guess you haven’t,” I murmured. Frankly, the idea of Tanya getting me off felt like a very appealing idea right then. “I’m really wet down there, though,” I cautioned her.

“Good! I want to feel your pussy when it’s all hot and squishy. Now let me look!” So saying, she moved down to my hips and stared intently at my wet pussy for a few seconds. Resting her head on my stomach, her fingers began first to explore my damp, tangled pubes, then headed for more exciting terrain… easing apart my sticky labia, then slowly inserting two fingers in my cunt, drawing a soft moan from my lips.

When she had her fingers buried deep inside me, she lifted her face to watch. Her middle two fingers were now rapidly pumping in and out of my hot hole. The feeling was exquisite.

“Hey, I’m fucking you!” Tanya pronounced, proud of her new, wicked vocabulary. It worked for me. “Wow, you are wet… and you smell good, too!” she exclaimed as she continued.

“Oh, God — don’t stop!” I cried. “Fuck me, lover!”

Tanya worked two fingers deep into my vagina while her other hand stroked my slit. Finding my clitoris with her middle finger, she began rubbing me off with a less than perfect stroke… but her novice attempts only heightened the sense of pleasure I felt, knowing it was her first lesbian experience.

Suddenly my climax was upon me — stealing my breath away, shaking my body. “I — I’m coming honey! Oh God YES! FUCK ME! I’m C-COMING!” I gasped.

She did, and I did. Great hot spasms swept through me as my hips bucked up into Tanya’s hard working fingers, still plunging deep into me. My back arched up, and a quiet but powerful keening escaped from my mouth that increased in volume as my orgasm reached its height.

As the sharp, almost painful pleasures of my climax eased, I began taking in deep lungfuls of air, slowly relaxing back into the couch.

“Tanya, darling,” I said softly, “thank you so much! I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard.” I  folded her into my arms, kissing her neck.

“Carla, I love you,” Tanya breathed into my shoulder “That was so exciting, watching you come like that!”

“Let’s hope you can watch me come many more times, precious. And I love you too, more than you know.”

I held her tightly in my arms and rocked the two of us into a gentle catnap.

Waking a while later, I picked up my watch from the end table and looked at the time.

“Oh, no!” I exclaimed with a start. “Your mom’s going to be coming for you in less than ten minutes, honey! We have to get up and get dressed!”

We both quickly fought our way into our clothes, then bumped each other aside at my bathroom mirror trying to fix our hair. Exactly on time, the knock came at my door… and we were ready, or so I hoped.

“So… has Tanya been giving you a hard time?” Leanne smiled at me from my doorway.

“Not at all,” I gulped. “She’s been a perfect angel, haven’t you sweetheart?” I queried as she moved up beside me, looking like the perfect little junior miss. My guilt knew no bounds at that moment, as Leanne looked down at her daughter so lovingly.

“Oh yes, we had a great time!” Tanya announced to her mother.

As we said our goodbyes, I noticed Leanne glance back at me with a puzzled expression on her face. Quickly turning away, she and Tanya departed.

Carry on to Chapter Three!