Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

Rising to her feet, Jessica helped Sally up from the sofa, tugging her arm as she led the giggling teen from the living room to the stairs. They almost ran up and into the master bedroom and, once inside, Jess turned quickly, pulling Sally to her for another hungry kiss.

After a moment, she broke away, her hands on the teenager’s shoulders. “Sally… are you sure that you want this?”

“More than anything,” Sally responded, a little out of breath but with a bashful smile.

“Undress me,” Jess said, more begging than commanding.

She felt intense excitement, flavoured with a hint of fear as, with clumsy but very eager fingers, Sally unbuttoned her employer’s blouse and pushed it over her shoulders. Jess shook the garment off and cast it aside as Sally looked for the skirt zip before grasping the metal tab and sliding it down, then pulling at the snug material to allow it to drop to the floor.

Thankful that she’d selected some of her more provocative underthings that morning, Jess stood in a skimpy bra and matching panties before the awestruck teen.

“Oh Jessica, you’re so beautiful.” The young girl slowly reached out to stroke the top of a breast, and Jess reached behind her back to undo the clasp, letting the bra drop forward off her arms. Sally’s eyes widened before she drew closer — bending down to lightly flick a nipple with the tip of her tongue, then swirling it gently round the aureole before taking the tip of the breast into her mouth.

A moan escaped Jessica’s lips as she let her head loll back. The warmth of Sally’s mouth felt lovely, as did the rapid circles her tongue made around the throbbing nipple. As if with a nursing child, Jess cradled the teen’s face to her chest.

After awhile, Sally switched to the other breast and lavished it with equal attention, at least until Jess said, “Oh, my darling, that feels divine… but I need to kiss you again.”

Releasing her lover’s nipple, Sally straightened herself, and her mouth met Jessica’s in a heated kiss — this time more blatantly sexual than before, their tongues engaged in a tarantella of lust. The girl finally pulled away to gaze lovingly into Jessica’s eyes, then took a step back, crossing her arms to slide the thin straps of her dress down over her shoulders, until gravity took over and the gossamer fabric slid down with a whisper to pool at her feet.

Jess gasped as she stood before this blonde goddess, smitten by the sight of her bare breasts. “Oh my God! You’re — you’re absolutely gorgeous.” She could no longer contain her hunger for Sally, no longer caring that the girl was less than half her age. Christ, it only makes me want her even more.

Just as Sally had, Jessica reached out to cup those pliant globes in her hands, then bent down to lick and suck at the nipples. She couldn’t keep that up for very long, though, as the sight of the girl’s gauzy knickers — the only thing Sally still had on, other than a cute pair of lime-green socks — reminded Jess of the one part of her new lover that she had yet to see.

Going down on her knees before the girl, Jess hooked her fingers in the elastic of Sally’s panties, pulling them down to join her dress, both items now ringing the girl’s ankles. Sally deftly stepped out of them, then stood motionless before Jessica, presenting her nude body to the older woman.

Jess remained on her knees, drinking in the vision of the teen’s bare beauty. Her eyes drifted to Sally’s vulva, which was baby-smooth — innocent of a single pubic curl.

“I… I shaved it for you,” the girl said.

“Lovely,” breathed Jessica, “so lovely…”

Placing both hands on Sally’s hips, she nuzzled the girl’s belly, losing herself in its unimaginable softness before she began to plant kisses on the lightly tanned skin. Her arms twined around the teen’s back to cup her taut bum, drawing Sally even closer as Jess slowly worked her kisses lower, making a path to the prize she longed for most of all: her lover’s tantalising slit.

Its heady, yet somehow delicate scent was overwhelming, and she inhaled deeply before her tongue emerged to trace along the moist cleft, parting Sally’s labia to expose her protruding clitoris, which Jessica teased with a small lick. Sally inhaled sharply, then moaned, “Oh… oh, my God.”

Jess brought her hands round to pry Sally’s pussy open with her thumbs, revealing more of the pink interior of her cunt. She licked again at the nubbin of flesh as the girl’s trembling hands clutched her head, pulling her in.

Sally was now moving her hips forward and bending her knees, trying to get as much of Jessica’s tongue inside her as possible. Jess stiffened two fingers and eased them into the dripping tunnel, pistoning them in and out, causing the mewling teen’s warm, thick fluids to coat her fingers and hand. She was fucking the sixteen-year-old hard and fast, sucking on her fleshy clit all the while.

Suddenly the girl gave a choked cry that made Jess pause momentarily, worried about her — but Sally just tugged her back in, gasping, “Please don’t stop, please. Yes, yes, yes, oh fuck… Jessica, I–“ just before emitting a loud cry of rapture as she came in her older lover’s face.

Hope I’ve got the windows closed all the way, Jess thought. No telling what the neighbours will make of a row like that!

As the youngster’s ecstasy subsided, Jess studied her wet fingers, bringing them to her nose to sample the heady scent before slipping them into her mouth to suck. Glancing up at the flushed teen, she saw that Sally was smiling, extending her arms.

“I want a taste, too,” she said. “Kiss me, Jessica.”

Rising to her feet, Jess kissed the girl deeply, sharing the flavour of Sally’s pussy between them. They held each other tightly for a moment, then Sally looked into the woman’s eyes. “My God, that was amazing. I never knew sex could be like that. I can’t believe you’ve never done that before!”

“It was just instinct, really… I did what I like having done to me,” Jess said, knowing that she didn’t dare tell Sally about the only full-on lesbian sex she’d had — with her daughter Alice.

“Yeah, well, now it’s my turn,” Sally said. “I’ve been dreaming about making love to you all week.” Drawing close, she kissed the redhead once again before kneeling before her. She tugged Jessica’s lavender coloured panties down her thighs, then leaned in to place tender kisses on the woman’s vulva, burying her nose in the dark auburn pubes.

Jessica twined her fingers through Sally’s blonde tresses as the teen began to lick her. “Oh, my stars, Sally, that feels lovely.”

The girl looked up at her, a wolfish grin on her lips. “Get up on the bed, Jessica… I want to really go down on you.”

Without a word, Jess stepped out of her knickers and moved round the kneeling teenager to lie on her bed in a sitting position, back against the headboard, legs spread wide apart in open invitation.

Climbing onto the bed at its foot, Sally crawled toward Jess on her belly, homing in on the object of her desire. As she reached Jessica’s cunt, she dove in tongue first, licking up the sweet nectar that was already oozing from her lover’s pussy, flowing down the crack of her arse and seeping into the sheets. Spying the woman’s clitoris, Sally interrupted her licking to take the pink bud between her lips and suck it like a tiny nipple.

“Th-that’s it, Sally!” Jessica gasped. “Now p-put your fingers inside me, fuck me!”

The sixteen-year-old obliged, plunging two fingers into the juicy opening. Jess cried out, lost in a firestorm of ecstasy and lust, but she was still lucid enough to moan, “More… please, more.”

Sally added a third finger, soon deciding that her lover was wet enough to take a fourth. She plunged those fingers in and out, her arm pumping like a crankshaft, wondering if it was possible to get her thumb inside, too. Then she could fist Jessica’s cunt, just like Sally had seen done in the lesbian porn clips she often watched on her computer.

She didn’t get the chance to, though. Jess was thrashing about wildly, caught up in an explosive climax, clawing blindly at the bedsheets with both hands as Sally fucked her into a lather.

As Jessica’s orgasmic rapture began to wane, it somehow began to build once more, and then she was coming again. Sally’s lips were glued to her clit, and the girl’s fingers sawed in and out in a hard, steady rhythm, each stroke a burst of coloured lights and clanging bells that filled the woman’s head to bursting.

Finally she managed to stammer, “N-no more, Sally, that’s g-good for now…” then went completely limp when the teen withdrew her hand.

Sally sucked at her pussy-glazed fingers, looking on with satisfaction at her flushed, panting lover.

Jess took a few deep breaths, then extended her arms, reaching for the young girl. “C’mere, you.”

With a bashful grin, Sally laid down on top of the woman and they embraced, their sweat-soaked bodies sliding together deliciously. They kissed for a long, lovely while, until the younger girl recalled something she wanted to try from the porn clips she’d studied. Raising herself up, Sally turned herself 180 degrees so that she was facing Jessica’s feet, presenting her cunt to the woman beneath her. She bent her head to lick at her lover’s beautiful pussy, still dripping with sweet sticky nectar.

As for Jess, she was mesmerised by Sally’s lovely smooth peach, now inches from her face. She pulled the girl down, lifting her head to probe the juicy slit with her tongue.

They took their time with the lovemaking, both applying long, slow strokes of the tongue, pushing them in as deeply as they were able, but deliberately avoiding their clits before each finally sensed that the other’s climax was drawing near.

Acting on an unheard but clearly sensed signal, the two women increased the speed of their flicking tongues, now seeking out the nubs of sensitive flesh. Jess took Sally’s clit between her lips and alternated between sucking and teasing it with her tongue. As she increased the tempo of her licks, she felt Sally doing the same.

Within seconds, the two lovers were both jerking their hips, shivering from head to toe as they came, moaning their ecstasy into each other’s cunts.

They lay spent for a few moments, then the younger woman turned to lie by Jessica’s side. They both turned to face the other, Sally speaking first. “Was that okay? Did I do it right?”

Jessica moved closer to place a soft kiss on the girl’s lips, then gave her a warm smile. “Well, as I said, I’m no expert, but I don’t see how you could have bettered that performance, love. It was perfect.”

“It was perfect for me, too,” Sally said, blushing slightly. “I’m glad my first time was with you.”

Jess looked into Sally’s eyes. “Have you really never done anything like this before?”

“No,” replied the blonde, brushing the sweat-dampened hair from her face, “Not even with a boy. Oh, I let one touch my boobs once, but he was so rough. Then I saw a film called Bound, with these two hot lesbian lovers in it, and that made me decide I wanted to try it with a girl. But so far I’ve been too scared to approach another girl in case she isn’t gay, and I can’t really tell who is.” She gave a shaky laugh. “I don’t know how I got the nerve to kiss you when I did… guess I just wanted to so much that I couldn’t stop myself. Sure glad I did it, though.” She paused, gave Jess a longing look. “Um, can we maybe do this again sometime?”

Jess studied the sixteen-year-old. “Well, I’d certainly like to. I mean, we can’t jump into bed every afternoon, but… if an opportunity comes up for us to — to be together… well, I’d be into it. Unless you, y’know, get a real girlfriend or something.” Jess realised she was rambling aimlessly, so she shut up.

The teen looked adoringly into her eyes and said “I’d like that very much.”

Jess smiled and in the corner of her eye saw her bedside clock. “Shit, it’s nearly 3 o’clock; the girls will be home from school soon!” She jumped from the bed. “Come on, sweetheart, you’d better get dressed.”

Sally quickly stepped into her dress, while Jess slipped into a robe, wistfully watching the girl’s naked body disappear. God, I already want her again. I’m turning into a lesbian nymphomaniac.

As Jess was gathering her own clothes from the floor, she picked up Sally’s damp panties. On a sudden urge, she brought them to her nose and inhaled deeply, savouring the now familiar scent of the blonde cutie she had just ravished. Watching her with a smile, Sally said, “You can keep those, if you like.”

Jess pushed them into the pocket of her robe and hugged Sally. “Thanks, love. For… for everything,” she said, as they made their way to the front door.

Sally turned. “Thank you, Jessica. You don’t know how much this meant to me.” She leaned in to plant a lover’s kiss on Jessica’s lips, then gave her a warm, affectionate hug — more like a daughter than a lover, actually.

She turned to open the door and left, giving a backward glance, smiling and blowing a kiss before turning to leave.

Jess shut the door, leaning against it. God… I hope I know what the hell I’m doing.

She went back upstairs to straighten the bed and put on some casual gear, pausing to brush her hair before the girls got home.

*****

Ever since that wonderful night with Mum, Alice could think of little else besides lesbian sex. Fantasies of women and girls cluttered her days, filled her nights. Watching TV, listening to music, riding to school — whatever she did, these desires intruded. Even reading the Harry Potter books led to a long reverie about what making love with Hermione Granger would be like.

More than anything, she wanted to have sex with Mum again. But she could tell that her mother felt guilty about what they’d already done, and would probably refuse to allow Alice to sleep with her a second time. If only I knew what she was thinking! she told herself again and again.

As it was, she couldn’t summon up the courage to make a move, to come on to Mum the way she did on that amazing night, now over a week ago.

But she very much wanted to have sex again, so Alice was thinking in terms of other potential lovers.

She’d explored kissing and some touching with her friend Bella — the daughter of Rachel, who Alice had seen making out with Mum a couple of weeks ago. But Bella was much too timid, always backing out when things were just beginning to get hot.

Then there was her other friend Azumi, the one who had two mums and had actually seen them doing it. Alice figured that she had to at least be interested in fooling around with another girl. But no; Azumi had gone boy crazy, and only wanted to talk about guys she liked.

Alice had found someone to set her sights on, though. The insight had come to her while she was checking out lesbian sex stories at the erotica site she liked, the one where she’d first encountered the idea of mothers and daughters becoming intimate — which had led to her seeing Mum as a potential lover.

But there was another kind of story she enjoyed, with a theme that this website explored in abundance: the ones that depicted love between sisters.

There was one tale, “Wanting Amber,” about a teenage girl who found herself with a helpless crush on her ten-year-old sister. It was accompanied by a photo of two cute young girls in their underwear, clearly about to kiss. The story and the picture aroused Alice so strongly that she had to finger her pussy right there and then — and she brought herself to an incredible orgasm, thinking all the while about her little sister Katie.

It made perfect sense. There was an obvious advantage to having a lover whose bedroom was right next door to hers… and Alice’s nine-year-old sister was a beloved friend as well as a sibling. Best of all, Katie was too cute and adorable for words, and looked positively scrumptious in her knee-length nightshirt.

That was the rub, though — it had been over a year since Alice had seen Katie in anything skimpier than that nightshirt. For some reason, her sister had become ridiculously bashful about her body, always dressing and undressing behind closed doors, never going about in her undies. In fact, the last time the family had gone to the seaside, Katie had even refused to go swimming — never mind that Mum had bought a lovely one-piece bathing costume for her to wear.

That’s the first step, Alice told herself. I need to get her feeling okay with being naked around me. And she quickly came up with a scheme to do just that.

When Saturday morning came around, she waited for Katie to take her shower. Their bedrooms were connected by a bath that they both used, while Mum shared hers with their baby sister Poppy.

Soon as Alice heard the water start, she quickly shucked the t-shirt and knickers she slept in and got into her baby-blue dressing gown with nothing on underneath. Grinning, she stationed herself by the door, listening to the steady hiss of the shower, picturing her naked sister washing her body — soapy hands gliding over her legs, her belly, the smooth cleft between her thighs; sweeping over her flat chest, nipples stiffening to Katie’s caress, begging to be licked…

These mental images had Alice aching to touch herself between the legs, but she shook her head. Focus, girl.

Alice waited for the water to stop — and when it did, she listened for the shower door to open and close, then rapped twice and immediately entered the bathroom.

Her timing couldn’t have been bettered. Katie had been towelling her bare body down, and when her big sister strolled in, bold as brass, the ten-year-old clutched the towel to herself, her face a picture of outrage.

“Alice!” she squealed, “what’re you doing!? I don’t have any clothes on!”

The older girl gazed blandly at her little sister. “So?” she said.

If anything, Katie’s face only turned redder. “Whaddaya mean, ‘So’?” she cried. “I’m not dressed! Go away!”

“Katie,” Alice said, gently pushing the bathroom door shut, “why are you being like this?”

The ten-year-old was caught off guard by her big sister’s question — enough so that, for the moment, she forgot to be furious. “Um… being like what?” asked Katie, her brow furrowed.

“So… so shy. Why should you be mad, just cause I saw you naked? We’re sisters! And we’re both girls, so I’ve got the same bits that you do. I don’t get what the big deal is,” Alice said, ending with a shrug.

“Well, you’re not naked now, and I am! That’s not fair!” Katie retorted. Her bathrobe was hanging on the door, right behind her older sister. She took a step toward Alice, still holding the towel to her chest. “Out of my way, you, you pillock! I want my robe!”

“I have a better idea,” Alice said.

With that, she opened her dressing gown and cast it to the floor in one sweeping motion. She’d practiced the move in front of the mirror, and it came off without a hitch. She posed before her younger sibling, wearing nothing but a smile.

Katie gaped at the naked teen, completely flummoxed.

“See?” Alice spread her arms, presenting herself. “You can look at me all you want. I don’t mind… why should you?” She drew closer to her sister, reaching out for the towel. “C’mon now, sis. Let me see.”

Katie was standing stock-still — but when Alice’s hand touched the towel, she recoiled. “No!” she cried. “You’re cute and, and pretty with no clothes on! Me, I’m just a skinny, ugly old stick!” Her lower lip began to quiver. “I d-don’t want anyone to see me.”

So that’s what’s wrong, Alice thought. “Why would you say that, Katie? That’s crazy.”

“I heard Graham Price say it,” the ten-year-old replied. “He told a bunch of the other boys that I had legs like matches, and I’m ugly as a d-dog’s arse.” She was trembling, on the verge of tears.

Alice shook her head. “Oh, Katie… that’s just silly. Dumb boys say dumb stuff like that all the time to show off to their dumb friends.” She paused, thought for a moment. “Wait a minute… isn’t Graham Price the one who farts in class all the time? Why on earth should you give a toss what that stupid git thinks?”

“B-but what if he’s right? What if I am ugly?” the child whimpered.

Good grief, Alice thought, trying not to roll her eyes. “Listen to me, Katie. Your bedroom is a toxic waste dump, and those rainbow-coloured trainers you wear are hideous… but you, dear sister, are anything but ugly. In fact, I think you’re cute as a button.” She extended a hand. “Now give me that towel. You aren’t leaving this bathroom until I get a good look at you naked.”

Katie was silent, her mouth set in a pout. Finally, she sighed, “Okay, fine,” and handed the towel to her big sister.

Alice didn’t speak at first, just looked her nude sibling up and down, drinking in the glorious sight of her. Katie’s long strawberry blonde hair was damp and dishevelled, half resting on her shoulders, the rest behind her thin neck. Rosy nipples stood pert and proud on her boyish chest. The girl’s tummy was perfectly flat, framing a cute belly button in its centre, and her slit was a sweet pink cleft that made Alice’s mouth water, nestled between gazelle-like legs. Katie’s slender arms dangled at her sides as she waited for her older sibling to say something, anything.

“Oh, Katie,” Alice finally whispered, “don’t ever think that you aren’t beautiful. You are.”

“I’m… I’m not too skinny, then?” the younger girl mumbled, her expression still mournful.

“Well, yeah, you’re thin…” Alice said, “That’s ‘cause you’re still a kid, silly. Doesn’t mean you can’t be sexy.” She paused to appraise her naked sister once more, very much liking what she saw. “Believe me, there are plenty of boys who’d be way turned on if they could see you now… girls, too!”

That got Katie’s attention. “Girls would like me? You mean, um… if they’re gay, right?”

“Sure,” Alice said, trying not to let her glee show. This little chat was going exactly the way she wanted. “I think lots of girls are into other girls. And if they saw you like this, with all your clothes off… well, I bet those girls would want to kiss you. And touch you.” She moved closer. “Like how that sounds?”

Katie studied her sister curiously. “Um, I don’t know? I never thought about it.”

She’s sure thinking about it now, Alice told herself. “Wanna know a secret?” she whispered.

“Sure, okay.”

“I like to kiss girls. And touch them.”

Katie could only stare. “What — you mean…”

Alice nodded. “That’s right. I’m a lesbian.” She folded her arms, waiting to see how her little sister would respond to this unexpected revelation.

In fact, Katie was at a loss for words. She considered the idea for a moment, then said, “When did you know?”

“The first kiss. You know, with tongues.”

“Did you, um… do more than just kiss?”

Alice couldn’t stop grinning. “Oh, absolutely. Lots more.” In fact, she’d only done “lots more” with Mum, but it still counted.

Katie began to speak, hesitated, then finally came out with, “Um… what’s it like?”

“Oh, it’s the best,” said Alice. “Girls are so soft and sweet, and they smell great!” Deciding she’d said enough for now, she handed Katie her towel. “Here you are… think I’m gonna go read for awhile.” Before her sister could cover up, she gave the girl one last appreciative all-over look, as if to say, I’d do you in a heartbeat if you weren’t my sister… actually, I’d do you anyhow, sister or not.

“See ya later, Kater,” Alice added, bending down to pick up her dressing gown. But instead of putting it on, she casually draped it over one shoulder, padded over to the door and exited the room naked, glancing back to give Katie a wink before she closed the door. The last thing she saw was the younger girl staring at her, still holding the towel in both hands.

Yes! Alice enthused to herself as the door clicked shut. I’ve got her thinking the way I want… now we’ll see if it leads to anything good.

Lost in reflection, she didn’t notice that her baby sister Poppy was also there in the hallway, not at first. But then she saw the cute seven-year-old, wide-eyed in mixed surprise and awe at the sight of her big sister in the buff.

Alice wasn’t shy like Katie, but she’d never made it a habit to flaunt her bare body around the house, either. Though judging by the open interest her baby sister was showing, Alice wondered if she should indulge in casual nudity more often.

“Hi, Popstar,” she murmured, making her way down the hall.

“Hey, Alice,” Poppy replied, taking in the view. “How come you’re runnin’ around with no clothes on?”

“Why not? I like being naked,” the teen replied with a devil-may-care shrug. Then it struck her, just how much she was enjoying it, parading about in the nude. “I mean, It’s just us girls. I think we look good without clothes.”

“You sure do!” Poppy said.

“Hey, I bet you do too, kiddo,” Alice replied, reaching out to tousle her baby sister’s hair, making Poppy giggle. “Any time you’d like to join me, go for it — we could have a party.”

“A naked party! Whooo-hoo!” Poppy squealed, jumping up and down. Then she quickly tugged her top up and off, leaving the little girl wearing nothing but buttercup-coloured underpants. “Like this!” She danced around, twitching her bum from side to side.

“Yeah, you’ve got the idea,” Alice said with a grin, her pulse racing as she approached her bedroom door. “Catch you later, little sister.”

“Bye-bye!” sang Poppy, still capering down the hallway.

Closing her door behind, Alice leaned back against it, tingling from head to toe with forbidden lust. She’d not given any real thought to the erotic possibilities of her youngest sibling… now, visions of a nude Poppy enthralled the teen, had her imagination running wild.

One thing was for certain: that tingling she felt down below had to be dealt with.

Casting her dressing gown onto a nearby chair, she stretched out on the bed, eyes drifting shut as she began to caress herself.

Onward to Chapter Seven!