Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda

Jenny had not reached acceptance. It had been two weeks since she had confessed her new desires to me and we had not made love since the night with Sarah.

My young lover was coming over to spend the night. I was excited but at the same time afraid because I planned to approach Jenny sexually once we all went to bed. Jen had been distant. It was clear to me, even if not to her, that she was still moving through the shock of discovering this new part of herself.

“I love you, baby,” I said, hugging Jenny and kissing her head. “Are you okay with her coming over tonight?”

Jenny looked up at me and smiled, nodding her head. “How can you be so calm about it?” she asked me. I wanted to say ‘about what’ but I knew what she meant.

“I’ve spent years knowing about this. I ran from my whole life when I first found out. Did I ever tell you that I used to be a teacher?”

“I think you’ve mentioned it.” Jenny fished around the couch for the remote. She found it and turned off the television. “I’m so afraid that what we’ve done is going to haunt her.”

“I know,” I answered. The same thing had occurred to me. Sarah was my first child lover, and was flying blind.

“She’s so different than I was. When my uncle did what he did, I was devastated. I felt so ashamed. I lost my innocence. Sarah barely seems any different, though.”

I’d noticed the same thing. It was what helped to waylay my doubts. Sarah was still Sarah. She was still the same happy, sweet and silly not to mention brilliant little girl I’d always known. “I don’t blame you for being afraid,” I told her. “This is very delicate. Everything we do can affect her for the rest of her life. That’s why we have to be so careful.”

“You know the worst part of it all. I know I loved it. God, it filled a gap I didn’t even know existed until…” She looked up at me, blushing. “I’m sorry.”

I knelt down in front of her and smoothed her hair back with my hand. I reached out and took her hand in mine. “I understand.” And I did. I think for anyone else, being told that you didn’t fulfill your lover’s desires might hurt, but I understood. I felt exactly the same. I wasn’t going to say it, though. Jenny didn’t need to hear that. I slid up on the couch and wrapped my arms around her, trying to make her feel even a little better.

“Would you mind if I went and got her early?” Jenny asked me. I wasn’t sure why she wanted to, but I shrugged, happy to think about having even a little more time with the child.

Jenny broke away from the hug and slowly stood. She took a deep breath before leaving me there to go get Sarah.

I had expected her to be right back. But thirty minutes passed and she was still at Mark and Josi’s. I was starting to get a little worried when I saw Jenny walking across the yard carrying Sarah piggyback. The child had one arm around my girlfriend’s shoulder and in her other hand she held the duffel that she always brought when she came over.

They were laughing as they walked across the porch and knocked on the door. “Mandy!” Sarah squealed when I opened the door. Sarah slipped from Jenny’s back and pushed past her to wrap herself around me.

“How are you, angel?” I asked. I leaned down and kissed her on the lips gently. “And you…” I said looking up at Jenny, “what took so long?” She just shrugged and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. I didn’t need to ask though I knew what she was looking for. She wanted to be told it was okay. She wanted someone to tell her she wasn’t a monster. She wanted approval. Mark and Josi were the wrong ones to try and get it from, though. They tolerated their daughter’s relationship, it could even be said that they accepted it; but approved? That was a stretch. “Am I going to be able to get you to talk about it?” I asked.

Jenny sighed and sat down on the couch. No sooner did her behind hit the cushion that she hopped back up and went into the kitchen. When she came back she was carrying a beer. Whatever had been said had gone deeper than I had thought. Neither of us usually drank, though there always seemed to be either wine or beer in the refrigerator. She sat down, holding the beer in both hands with her elbows on her knees. She stared down at the floor. “I guess I just wanted them to tell me it was okay.”

“Did they?” I asked, sure I knew the answer. Jenny shook her head. She set her beer down and I went to the couch, sitting next to her.

“Oh god, Mandy… I’m so scared!” She broke down into tears as she fell on me in a sobbing hug. I felt tears in my own eyes. For the fear and pain she was feeling. For the shame at enjoying what she had done. I clearly remembered going through the same thing. It was something I would not wish on anyone.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay,” I said trying to comfort her. I stroked her hair softly and gently rocked back and forth almost as if I were lulling a child to sleep.

“Don’t cry, Jenny.” Sarah crawled up on to the couch and wrapped her arms around my lover.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Jenny said, hugging the girl back and tried to calm herself down.

I put my finger under Jenny’s chin and tiled her head up to look at me. “If you want to hear someone say it’s okay, baby, then she’s the one to ask.” Jenny nodded her head and turned to look at Sarah.

Jenny was debating what she wanted to ask the little girl. I’ve seen that look in her eyes. In the end though she let the subject drop and opened her beer.

I kissed Jen’s cheek and coaxed her to sit back. She snuggled against me and Sarah pushed close to her. She sipped from her beer slowly, holding the can in her lap after each taste. Sarah watched her so intently that Jenny offered her the can. “You want a sip?” She asked. Sarah giggled and looked bashfully at the can before taking it and sipping tentatively from it. She wrinkled her nose and handed the can back with squinted eyes.

“It’s bitter,” she grumbled.

“That’s so little girls won’t drink it.” Jenny teased, poking at Sarah’s belly. The girl laughed and pulled away.

“I missed you, Jenny. How come you didn’t come back after we…” She blushed and looked away. “Were you mad at me?”

“No, sweetie.” Jenny hugged the girl close, kissing her cheeks and the side of her neck. Seeing their exchange touched me. I loved them both so much that it overwhelmed me at times. “I won’t leave you like that again,” she promised, going so far as to draw an ‘X’ on her chest with her index finger. Sarah seemed satisfied with that and kissed her on the lips.

I would’ve been happy just sitting there with my two special girls, but I wanted to take Sarah to play miniature golf. It was something Jenny and I had done a lot when we first started dating. Now with Sarah in our lives, I was hoping it would be something we could recapture.

Trying to be delicate about it I coaxed them both up. “Are we still going to Golf ‘n’ Stuff?” I asked. Jenny nodded her head with a smile and Sarah bounced up and down giggling. I knew she liked playing miniature golf, but she also loved all the video games and the pizza by the slice they had too. It would eat up the afternoon and most of the evening.

You know, it’s funny. Sarah might have been our lover, but she was still so much a little girl and I find myself even now thinking up kid stuff to do. I find myself talking to her as a child. I don’t mean talking down to her, though. I respect her and love her dearly. I listen to every word she says and I value her opinion and feelings. Perhaps that is why I differ from other adults and why she loves me the way she does. And I know she loves me, I see it in her eyes when she says it. I’m different because I think of her as a person, not ‘just a kid.’

That was part of the conflict Jenny was feeling. Her perspective was shifting and she was finding it difficult to trust that Sarah was an actual person with thoughts and feelings and not just a mindless machine that would magically turn into a person on her eighteenth birthday. It isn’t her fault that she thinks that way. Society teaches us that children cannot think for themselves.

That’s not Jenny now, though. This is all the story of what was, of the first steps on the road to where we are today. Knowing that doesn’t spoil the story. Today Jenny and Sarah are inseparable, best friends. They are so close that sometimes I get a little jealous, until I realize that it’s truly a gift that they allow, no no, they WANT me to be a part of their lives.

Sarah happily jumped into the back seat of the car. Jenny pushed the seat back and slipped in behind the wheel. I hate driving personally, so most of the time I made her do it. I even taught her to drive stick so we could take my car. We drove to the mini golf place and piled out of the car.

Sarah ran straight to the air hockey table and begged Jenny to play with her. Jenny was girlie. She might have looked like a twelve year old, but she dressed like a woman. Among her femme traits were her lovely, long nails painted the color of dry blood. She would not risk them even for Sarah. I am not so girlie and with no nails to put at risk I dropped a dollar into the air hockey machine and played Sarah a game. At first I didn’t let her just win. I kept the score very close but in the end I let her beat me by one point.

Jenny went and got our clubs and balls from the attendant. She came back to where Sarah had stopped, transfixed by the demo mode of a video game. I don’t remember it’s name but it had a lot of zombies and the only controllers where a pair of pistols. I was hoping she wouldn’t ask to play it. It’s not that I was afraid it would scare her, I just don’t like the thought of children playing with guns.

“Are you two ready?” Jenny’s musical voice distracted Sarah and she took her club, hurrying us out to the course.

The game was every woman for herself, and Sarah managed to beat us. I don’t mean we let her win, no she actually did better than either Jenny or me. I decided with that, the next time we played air hockey, she was on her own.

We played, ate, played and finally long after sunset, went home. Sarah fell asleep in the back seat as we drove. At home when I reached in to get her she wrapped her arms around me. It always amazed me how kids can hold on to you when they sleep. We took her in. I was going to let her sleep, just lay her in bed and kiss her goodnight, bidding goodbye to my hopes for the night but when I put her on the bed she opened her eyes.

“Don’t make me go to bed.” She whined, sounding desperate. Sarah pushed herself up on her elbows and looked around. She yawned and laid back down so she could rub her eyes. She just looked so much like the little girl she was I wanted to eat her up. God she’s a cute kid. “I thought tonight maybe Jenny would want to do stuff again.” Sarah said, sounding frustrated.

“Well. Lets go have some ice cream and then when we go to bed we’ll tell her we want to do stuff okay?” Sarah smiled and nodded her head. She pushed her way up past me and padded out of the room, almost shuffling her little feet. I followed behind her.

“Hey sugar pop.” Jenny chimed when the girl walked into the living room. “You didn’t wake her up I hope?” She said, almost scolding me.

“No she did it herself.” I said only half paying attention. Jenny had turned the stereo on and it played softly, giving a perfect background to the candles she had lit and set on the coffee table. I looked at her quizzically.

“Well I’m glad she’s up.” Jenny adjusted the volume on the stereo and walked over to the couch, swooping our little angel up in her arms as she did. She kissed and nibbled at the girl’s neck playfully once she sat down, then held her hand out to me. “Come sit with us Mandy.” She cooed in her best little girl voice. I felt my belly quiver. They both sat there staring up at me with big, expectant eyes.

I have a large, soft, fluffy couch, with more than enough room for all three of us. I slid in behind Jenny and wrapped my arms around her from behind. I leaned in and kissed her shoulders softly. She loved feeling my lips, and even gentle bites on her neck and shoulders. I looked up and could see Sarah watching me intently. I winked at her and smiled. “She likes when you kiss her ear.” I offered to the girl. What she really liked though I was not sure I could explain. “Here, watch me.” I said. I leaned up and nibbled at Jenny’s earlobe. I pinched it between my upper teeth and lower lip, pulling and suckling gently. Right on queue Jenny shivered and almost melted in to my arms. Sarah snickered and leaned close. I felt Jenny tense slightly when the girl was close enough that her breath warmed my lover’s neck. Sarah nibbled at her ear and Jenny drew a deep breath, leaning in to the girl’s kiss.

When Sarah finally released Jenny she looked at her expectantly. I know she wanted Jenny to tell her she’d done it right. Finally Jenny turned to her. She leaned close to the girl, smiling. “You gave me goose bumps.” Sarah smiled broadly and leaned in kissing Jenny’s lips with a loud smack as she pulled away giggling.

Jenny reached out and pushed on Sarah’s nose. The girl giggled more and leaned back falling off Jenny’s lap and coming to rest on the cushion, propped up by the arm of the couch, all the while laughing harder. I couldn’t help but laugh myself.

When you’ve been together as long as Jenny and me, well sometimes you overlook the important things like taking time when you make love and just enjoying the experience rather than working toward the final goal. Kids though, they have a way about them, often without even knowing it. Sarah was slowing us down. making us pay attention to each moment and not just focusing on the big payoff. We were both concerned about taking our time with her. having fun with her, playing with her.

Jenny leaned in and pulled Sarah’s shirt up, blowing on her belly, bringing on a whole new cascade of laugher.

After a few moments Sarah got quiet and looked up at Jenny. Her attention slowly moved to me, all the while the smile on her face never fading. “I want to kiss Jenny like you did last time.” She said to me. I wasn’t sure what she meant and I guess my expression reflected that. “When you laid down and she was over you.”

I understood what she meant then. I wasn’t sure though. That seemed kind of, I don’t know, intense for a little girl. “I don’t know sweetie.” I said to her. “Don’t you think you’d be afraid?” She shook her head. “Sometimes you can’t breath and even I get a little scared.” I didn’t want to say too much, I didn’t want Sarah to start being afraid of every new experience so I let it drop there.

I ticked the girl’s sides, leaning against Jenny, melting in to her. My lover pushed against me until my back was against the couch and her weight was on me. I loved feeling all one hundred and two pounds of her pushed against me. Her slight build excited me even with a willing child so close. “Love you, baby.” I whispered. Jenny turned and kissed my lips, a smiled playing at her own.

“I love you too, now lets rough this kid up!” She grabbed Sarah’s hips and shook the girl back and forth comically.

“Your silly!” Sarah laughed, almost squealing.

Once Sarah finally calmed down I moved on the couch until I could lean down and kiss her. I wanted taste her lips, feel her tiny mouth opening up to meet mine. I kissed the child deeply, softly. I stroked her face with my hand. When I broke the kiss Sarah wiped saliva from her chin and cleaned her hand on the couch. I cringed but said nothing. After only two real experiences she child knew what would be coming next. She began wiggling on the couch and moving her legs and I was about to ask what she was doing when I heard one of her shoes hit the floor. The second soon followed. “Time to skin the possum.” She giggled as she held up her arms. Jenny wrinkled her brow and tilted her head slightly. “Daddy always says that when I have to take a bath.”

I don’t know why but I found it somehow curious that ‘Dad’ would be in charge of bath time for a little girl. Perhaps it was my own up bringing, Dad always found somewhere else to be when it was time for me and my sister to take a bath.

Jenny was the closest and so she was the first ‘possum’ that got skinned. I pushed her shirt up and she cooperatively raised her arms in the air as I slipped the shirt over her head. I dropped the shirt on the floor and leaned in kissing her on the neck, nibbling at her shoulder and again at the side of her neck. I reached gently around her and tugged at the clasp on her bra, letting it fall away.

I began massaging her breasts softly, pinching her nipples and kneading the soft flesh. I hardly noticed Sarah sitting up and reaching out until I felt her hand on mine.

The girl pulled my hand away and leaned in, kissing the side of Jenny’s breast. Sarah twisted on the couch and suckled Jenny’s nipples, encouraged by the woman’s soft moans.

Jenny was nearly purring when I finally released her breasts. I heard the gasp though that signaled her attention returning to the present. It took her a moment to collect herself before she reached out and began tugging at Sarah’s shirt. The girl broke away from Jenny’s breast long enough for the shirt to slip over her head, she then went back to my lover’s breast.

Jenny had worn a simple skirt with an elastic waistband. I pushed at it, struggled with it, until she finally rose up and let me roll it over her hips. I didn’t waste any time in pushing her panties off as well.

Without a word Sarah reached out and tangled her fingers in Jenny’s pubic hair. “Why am I the only one that’s naked?” Jenny asked.

Sarah laughed and playfully fell back against the arm of the couch, holding the top of her jeans. “I’m gonna eat you up.” Jenny grabbed Sarah’s feet and pulled them into the air biting down on the girl’s toe. “Starting with your little feet.” The child squealed with laughter and held her hands over her face. Jen immediately dropped Sarah’s legs and tugged at her pants. “Ha ha! I fooled you!” She sang at the girl. This only brought more laughter from the girl and she fought with Jenny over her pants, eventually letting my lover win the battle.

With Sarah and Jenny’s clothes on the floor there was only me left. I was pinned behind Jen and could not undress. The child leaned in close to Jenny and whispered in her ear, then they both moved to look at me.

I burst out laughing as they pounced on me in unison and began pulling, unbuttoning, unclasping and tugging. Before I knew it I was naked and laying on the couch with Jenny kneeling on my legs and Sarah behind my head looking down at me with her big smile. “I still want to kiss Jenny like you did.” Sarah said to me quietly.

I leaned up and kissed the little girl. “Okay sweetheart.” I looked down at Jenny. She had heard and she was nodding her head in silent agreement. I pulled myself up and turned around, coaxing Sarah to lay down.

Jenny crawled up along Sarah’s body, pausing to lean down and kiss her. My beautiful lover stroked Sarah’s cheeks and push her hair out of her face. “If you get scared or anything at all you just tap my leg and we’ll stop ok?” Sarah nodded her head, looking a little less confident as Jenny’s sex drew closer.

I moved on the couch until I was sitting at Sarah’s knees with one of her legs over my lap and the other behind me. I ran my hands along her body as Jenny lowered her body down to meet Sarah’s eager mouth.

Watching my lovely Jen on riding the girl’s face was heart warming. I knew she would probably not be able to climax, she was holding back, trying not to smother the girl. She knew as I did that this was not for her. It was for Sarah’s enjoyment.

Children are so tiny and small and so much more delicate than an adult. Sarah’s tongue, her innocent mouth, they were gaining skill and she was able to shake Jenny’s concentration. Jen was rocking her hips, Moving just slightly, but enough. Just enough to cause Sarah to start tapping at her leg with both hands.

I had been gently rubbing the girl’s body when I noticed her little fingers tapping away at Jenny’s leg. I immediately slid up past Jen as she pulled away from the girl. I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, terrified that it had all be far to much for her. She was panting and her eyes were glassy. She looked at me and tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Oh sweetie, Oh no, I’m so sorry…” Jenny was almost crying as she hugged Sarah to her.

“It’s okay,” She said with a shaky voice. “I couldn’t breathe.” Sarah took a deep, but trembling breath and pushed back from Jenny. She tried to smile and kissed my lover on the nose. “I don’t want to stop.” She said. The little girl pushed tears off her cheeks and struggled to try and get back down between Jenny’s legs.

Reluctantly Jen let her slide back between her legs. I pulled myself to lay next to her. I stroked her head as she suckled Jenny’s clit and lapped at her honey.

“I know,” I heard Jenny say, sounding desperate. She wanted to come, she wanted to release the torrent she had been holding back for fear of suffocating Sarah again. Jenny stretched backward, reaching behind herself and holding herself up by her arms. She was stretched backward, pulling herself slightly away from Sarah’s face and giving the girl just enough extra breathing room.

Jen ground her sex into the girl’s chin. She reached up, holding Sarah’s head. She started moaning loudly. Sarah drew a deep breath. She had only seen it twice but she was a fast learner. The child pushed her face toward Jen’s sex and I could hear her mouth as she suckled my lover’s clit the way she suckled a nipple.

Jenny cried out and began trembling. She wanted to push her sex into the girl’s face but she was holding herself back. I cannot imagine the restraint it must have taken to be in the throws of an orgasm and remain conscious enough to attend to your lover’s needs.

Jenny laid back on Sarah’s legs and closed her eyes. The little girl was smiling and humming a song as she traced her finger along Jen’s thighs and over her pubic area. Several moments passed before she noticed me staring at her and she smiled up at me. “I did it.” She said, looking quite proud of herself. “Now I’m like you.”

I don’t know which hit me first. The extreme joy, how touched I was that she would want to be like me in any way, or the guilt that she had done something I know frightened her, because of me. I must sound like a weepy girl, but it seemed that since this all started Sarah was always saying or doing something that brought tears to my eyes.

You know, every curse can be a blessing too. I have to endure the pain and heartache of being a pedophile. It’s a burden I would not wish on any one. But if I weren’t, how could I be in love with such a wonderful girl as Sarah. All things considered I’m the luckiest woman in the world.

Jenny was beginning to recover. She pulled herself up and fell forward, covering Sarah’s mouth with her own. She kissed her juices from the girls face before sitting back. Sarah was giggling softly and looking bashful. “But I taste like you.” She said shyly.

“I know.” Jenny stroked her hair. She smiled down at the girl for a long time silently. “I like to taste myself when I kiss you.” Sarah wrinkled her nose and hissed a giggle. She fidgeted with her hands and averted her eyes, blushing fiercely.

A little more relaxed now I wrapped my arms around Jen, moving close to her ear. “You got to make her come last time,” I said to her. “It’s my turn.” Jenny chuckled and nodded her head. She pulled Sarah up and kissed the girl on the nose.

“Want to know what it feels when it’s the way we just did it?” Jen asked. Sarah nodded her head. Happily I took her place laying on the couch. Jenny helped her straddle my head and she lowered the girl down to me mouth.

Sarah inhaled sharply as I drew her clit into my mouth. I slid my tongue across it, feeling her little legs jerk each time she was stimulated. I slid my tongue along her slit, loving the taste of her honey. I lapped at her, I even nibbled, sheathing my teeth in my lips.

The scent of a child’s excitement, the taste of Sarah’s sex was sending waves of fire through me. My face felt hot and my belly quivered uncontrollably. I was chasing Sarah’s tiny clit with my tongue when I was suddenly aware of warm breath near my own sex. Jenny’s knowing mouth covered my sex and I felt her tongue slid in to me before she began lapping at my clit. I moaned softly and the vibrations caused Sarah to shudder.

Jenny’s mouth had electricity racing through my body. I couldn’t stay quiet. With each moan, with each breath Sarah gasped and I knew she was getting closer. I held her hips in my hand, enjoying how small she felt. She was rocking, driving her velvet soft sex down to my mouth, reaching out to my tongue and lips.

Sarah gasped and squeezed her legs around my face. She was shaking and panting as an orgasm raced through her. She gasped a seconding time when I pressed my tongue hard against her clit and tilted my head to push my chin against her opening. “Oh! Mandy!” She squealed.

The child was spent, almost unconscious as she fell to the side against the back of the couch and closed her eyes. My own orgasm could not be contained any longer. Jenny could hear it in my voice and she drove her fingers deep inside me. I must have screamed because I felt Sarah jump next to me.

The world faded to black as the tide, the electrically charged waves washed over me, drowning me in the dizzy high of climax.

Slowly I became aware. Sarah was looking down at me, her eyes were wide and her mouth was open. “Did it hurt?” She finally managed to ask.

“Oh, no angel. Not in the least.”

I didn’t want to move. I wanted to stay right there bathing in the afterglow but as large and comfortable as my couch was, there was not room for the three of us to hold one another.

Slowly I got myself up and coaxed my special girls to follow me to bed. In my room we crawled into bed together and Sarah immediately wrapped herself around Jenny. She kissed my lover’s cheek and hugged her tightly before relaxing. I laid next to them, stroking Sarah’s back.

I think a tiny bit of me was hurt that she had picked Jenny to cling to that night, but as if she could sense it Sarah turned her head to me. She stared at me in the darkness for a long time. “I don’t love her more than you.” She finally said. “But she needs extra hugs, cause she’s more scared than you.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Jenny and I we so concerned about protecting her, comforting her, and here she was, trying to do the same for Jen. I didn’t see it but I heard Jenny kiss the girl’s head. We drifted to sleep that night, holding hands on Sarah’s back.

The End