Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Author Unknown

Many years ago, a young woman gave birth to two beautiful daughters. For the first several years of the girls’ lives, they all lived happily in a cottage hidden deep in the woods. Their father, her husband, was nearly as handsome as she was beautiful. But one day he went into the woods to forage for food, and was struck down by another hunter’s arrow. The woman was left alone and raised her daughters the best she could.

The eldest daughter, Crimson, was named for the bright tuft of red hair that had topped her head the day she was born. It grew thick and curly as time passed, and when she was eighteen it hung in curls down her back, dancing teasingly across the curves of her buttocks.

Her sister, Ivory, was named for the beautiful white hair she’d been born with. To some it was a drawback, but to the woman and to her family it was just another unique feature of an already unique girl. Ivory’s hair was exactly the opposite of her sister’s. It was long, with no curls in the silken strands. Instead Ivory’s hair was long and straight. It flowed like silk falling through the fingers of a wealthy king.

A few months before the woman’s husband died, he had planted two beautiful rose bushes for his wife, and every year since they bloomed brilliant roses. One plant bore red flowers, the other white. The girls often played near the bushes and whenever they were in bloom they picked the best flowers for their mother in hopes of making her smile.

The sisters were very close to each other, and for the most part they were one and the same. Crimson was slightly more adventurous than her sister Ivory, but she did not openly seek trouble. It just sometimes found her. And while that trouble was finding her, Ivory was often back at the cottage taking care of their mother’s needs, or keeping the home clean and pleasant.

When the girls turned eighteen their mother had a small party for them. There were no guests to invite, for once her husband died, the woman had become a recluse of sorts. She rarely ventured out of the woods, choosing instead to live off the land, eating berries, nuts, and fruits that were hearty in number.

After a celebration of strawberry cake, apple cider and raspberry cookies, the two girls kissed their mother goodbye and promised to be back before dark. The mother did not ask questions of her daughters. She trusted them, as she trusted the forest.

Crimson and Ivory held hands as they walked through the woods, along paths that the animals frequented. Each step brought them closer to the meadow and the small pond in which they often swam and frolicked.

When they reached the water’s edge, the girls disrobed and ran into the water. They played and splashed, laughed and dunked each other. As time passed they slowed their play and began to talk of their lives and how lonely they felt. The conversation was not new, and in truth it had been played out many times.

“We cannot leave her,” Ivory whispered.

“I know,” Crimson said in a soft, quiet voice. “But I long for something more… and no matter how deep I go into the woods, I cannot find it.”

“I understand. I too wish to find what my heart is so desperately craving. Do you still find yourself thinking of how Mother and Father formed us?” Ivory asked.

Crimson blushed. “I think of it every day. I have seen many of the beasts of the woods mate, and I wonder if that is how Mother and Father mated.”

Ivory’s eyes grew wide. “Crimson, surely not!”

“Why ‘surely not’? We have seen many animals rutting, and the girl animals do not have dangling parts like the boys. And we are girls, mother says so.”

Ivory could only nod her head in agreement.

“And,” Crimson continued, “the boy animals mount the girls, they slide their dangling part into the folds of the female… and the sounds they make, though strange, are certainly unique to each breed. So why is it odd to think that man and woman might mate the same way?”

Ivory frowned and walked from the water. She lay down on the grassy shore and let the sun caress her alabaster skin. Her sister soon joined her and the two girls studied the clouds as they floated by. Eventually Ivory rolled over and studied her sister’s body. “What other things are similar between us and female animals of the woods?”

“If you would but go outside with me, you would already know this.”

“I know, but it is good for one of us to remain with Mother. I don’t mind — well, not too often.”

Crimson turned onto her side, and she too took a moment to look upon her sister’s naked flesh. “Well, for one, the girl animals have more than one of these,” Crimson reached out to touch her sister’s breasts. “And these points,” she trailed her fingers across Ivory’s pink nipples, “well, none of them have anything like ours,” she paused and gasped softly, “Oh my.”

“What?” her sister asked.

“Yours harden like mine, but when I touch yours, my body becomes warm. Much like when I caress my own.”

Ivory reached out and touched one of Crimson’s nipples. “Mine does as well. My womanhood feels tingly too. Does yours?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Crimson said. “That is another thing that is different. We have a soft patch of hair that covers our womanhood, while the females of the forest are almost bare. I think it is to keep themselves clean for their mating.”

“Perhaps we are not nearly as clean as we have thought,” Ivory whispered. She sat up and spread her legs, peered between them and studied her womanhood through the soft curls of hair. “I believe I am clean, though…”

“I am sure you are,” Crimson answered. She sat up and spread her sister’s legs even further apart. Her fingers brushed through the hairs, and the pads of her digits parted the smooth flesh of her sibling. “You look clean and smell beautiful, Ivory.” Crimson bent down and kissed her sister’s womanhood, then she sat up. “Yes, you are perfect.”

Ivory’s chest rose and fell as the girl gasped for breath, her eyes open wide.

“Are you unwell, sister?” Crimson asked.

“I don’t know. I feel… weak. Kiss me again, down there.”

Crimson shrugged her shoulders, but did as she was told. She bent her head and looked up at Ivory, while pressing her mouth to her sister’s nether lips. “Well?”

“That tingling has returned. Do it again, Crimson. It felt amazing.”

Crimson smiled. She loved making her sister happy, so she pressed her lips to her womanhood again and watched Ivory’s lips part in pleasure. “Do that to me,” she said, and sat back, spreading her legs and offering her sister the patch of red curls that covered her womanhood.

Ivory whimpered, not wanting to lose the feeling of her sister’s mouth against her sensitive flesh, but she did want Crimson to experience the same euphoric feeling that she’d just had. She bent down and placed her lips upon the same spot where her sister had kissed her. She chose to watch Crimson’s expression, to see how her sister responded.

When Crimson gasped, Ivory found herself pleased and her body warming. “You too are clean and smell beautiful. But sister, what of taste? What do you taste like?”

Crimson’s brows furrowed in confusion. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “Tell me.”

Ivory nodded her head, and ran her tongue between the lips of her sister’s sensitive flesh. Crimson’s hips rolled forward and Ivory heard her sister whisper how wonderful it felt, so she did it again. Her tongue lapped at each side of the warm flesh, and when she pulled away she saw fluids ooze from her sister’s opening. “Amazing,” she cooed, before bending back down and licking again.

Her own womanhood was growing moist as she tasted her sister. Reaching down to touch the wetness, she brought it to her lips. Ivory tasted herself and moaned around her fingers. “Oh, Crimson, you must try me now,” she gasped.

“Yes, oh yes, Ivory. Climb over me. Put your womanhood against my mouth and I will taste you, while you do the same for me.”

“Oh, yes,” Ivory whispered. She moved over her sister, arranging herself so that each of them could learn the flavor of the other.

The two girls slowly began to lick at the nectar that was spilling from their slits. As they learned the tastes, each one began to explore. Ivory found a hard button at the top of her sister’s sensitive mound and began to tease it. Crimson squealed and when Ivory asked if she was all right, she breathlessly whispered that she was and begged her to continue.

Ivory giggled and wiggled her womanhood against her sister’s face. “Do that to me,” she insisted.

Crimson found the same little button and teased it with the tip of her tongue, then she gave it a soft tug with her teeth. “Oh, my,” Ivory gasped. “Wonderful. Again, please.”

The love the sisters shared was deep and pure, and as they experienced a bliss never before felt, their bond only strengthened. “There is a dark hole here,” Ivory whispered. She placed one finger inside and brushed her nail against it.

“Ivory!”

Startled, Ivory quickly withdrew her hand.

“No, don’t! Put it back!” Crimson demanded.

Ivory quickly pushed her finger back inside and began to rub the fleshy surface. Crimson found her sister’s hole, and did the same thing. They slowly pulled their fingers out and put them back in again. More juices flowed, and the girls were quick to drink them up. Their bodies began to press together more closely.

Eventually Ivory gasped, “Something is h-happening.”

“I know. I — I feel it too.”

“Should we stop?” Ivory asked. The tone of her voice spoke the fear she held in her sister’s answer.

“No, let us find out what this strangeness is.”

They continued to lick and push their fingers into each other. They both felt their muscles tighten and their hips were moving at a haphazard rhythm. “I am frightened,” Crimson whispered.

“So am I!”

But both girls continued to search for whatever it was they were so close to finding. “Put another finger inside me!” Crimson demanded, then did that same thing to her sister.. Again the girls gasped in shock and pleasure. They twisted their fingers in and out, going progressively faster with each stroke.

When Crimson screamed, a flood of clear liquid shot into Ivory’s face.

Ivory was shocked, but not disgusted. She pushed her face into her sister’s mound and drank more fluids as they rushed out. Her own pussy had also exploded and the feeling had left her speechless. She felt Crimson’s mouth cover the hole that her fingers had been exploring. She wondered if her sister was as wet as she… and if not, she hoped that next time she would be on the bottom, so she could drink most of Crimson’s fluids instead of wearing them.

Crimson held tight to her sister’s bottom, her lips sealed around the dark hole that continued to ooze the heavenly fluids from a depth that she ached to explore.

When Ivory was done moving her hips and rubbing her womanhood on her sister’s face, she rolled off Crimson’s body and onto her side.

The girls lay on their backs, their bodies trembling from the sensations that had just burned through them. Neither could speak, fearing that whatever joy they had just felt might suddenly disappear. The air around them grew cooler, and soon the chill of the early evening forced them to move.

They stood up together, and dressed, then they held hands on the way back to the cottage. Once there, before going inside, they kissed one another on the lips and pulled back, exchanging looks.

“Is that me?” Ivory asked. Her sister nodded, and they pressed their mouths together again.

“Open your mouth. I want to taste myself,” Crimson whispered. Ivory did as requested and felt her sister’s tongue slide between her lips. Ivory allowed her curiosity to claim her and so she too began to explore her sister’s mouth. The two girls let their tongues twist and dance around one another until they felt their bodies tingling again.

“Oh my,” Crimson whispered.

“I know,” her sister said. They pulled apart and stared at each other in wonder. “Do we tell Mother?” Ivory asked.

Crimson chewed on her lower lip. “I do not know.”

“I think we should. We have never kept secrets from her before. Why should we now?”

“You are right,” Crimson said.

The two girls headed into the cottage and found their mother preparing their evening meal. After they dined on fresh bread and vegetable soup, Crimson cleared her throat and looked at her sister. Ivory nodded her head and took a deep breath. “Mother?”

“Yes?”

“Today Crimson and I discovered something in the forest. But we are not sure what it is.”

“What did it look like?” their mother asked.

Crimson giggled. “It didn’t look like anything.”

“Well, it did for me. It was colorful. Bright red, orange, yellow, gold and even different shades of black. I did not know there were different shades of black,” Ivory confessed.

“Black? Gold? Red? I felt heat. Intense, unbelievable heat. I felt it in my toes. My fingers. My head. I have never felt so hot and I only wanted to grow hotter still.” Crimson waved her hand in front of her face. “It was very strange, but yet very close to heaven — that is if heaven is as lovely a place as you have described, Mother.”

Their mother studied her daughters, and for a moment the girls felt strange under her scrutiny. Then their mother spoke, “Did you discover these colors and discover this heat together, on each other? Or did you find them in the woods, alone? Or with someone else? A stranger?”

“With strangers?” Ivory asked. “Oh no, Mother. No one else was at the pond with us. We found these things on our own… and yes, it was together. I discovered mine when Crimson pushed her fingers into my opening, when she used her tongue on this little button between our legs that we both discovered.”

“And you, Crimson — you felt this heat when your sister did these things to you?”

“Yes, Mother. It was beautiful. What is it? What did we find?”

Their mother smiled, reached over and squeezed both their hands. “You, my darling innocent daughters, have discovered passion. It is something that is only achieved when two people truly love each other. You and your sister love each other very much.”

“Passion.” The word fell simultaneously from both girls’ lips. They reached under the table and held hands.

“Mother,” Crimson said, “we love you. Do you wish to feel this passion?”

The older woman rose to her feet, slowly unfastening her gown, then letting it drop to the floor. She was naked underneath. The girls gaped.

“Yes, my precious girls,” their mother whispered. “I want to love you in that same way.”

The End