Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda

Amanda drove back from the bus terminal feeling lonely. Her week with Tara was over and she had no choice but to send the girl home. She felt herself on the verge of tears.

Amanda pulled in to her driveway and got out of the car, walking slowly up to her house. Inside she could not hold back her tears any more and broke down. She fell on to the couch and laid against the arm, sobbing softly.

A week passed and soon became two. Amanda was afraid she might never see Tara again. She was also becoming paranoid. She was afraid that the girl might have said something and at any moment some one would show up at her door to drag her away.

The sun had just set and Amanda was sitting in the living room watching television when the telephone rang. She jumped at the sound. “Hello?”

“What the hell did you do to my kid?” It was Stacy and she sounded pissed. Amanda’s belly tightened and she felt sick.

“What?”

“All she’s talked about for the past two weeks is wanting to move in with you.” Stacy breathed a heavy sigh into the phone. “Did you have something to do with this? And by the way, since when does she get to call you Mandy?”

“She mentioned it to me.” Amanda’s head was spinning. The fear of being found out had so completely overwhelmed her that she thought she would faint. “I said I’d like that, but that you would never let her.”

“Damn it Amanda!” There was a long silence. “You couldn’t deal with her, she can be a monster.”

“I know.” Amanda heard herself say. She was trying to figure out what Stacy had meant though. Her choice of words seemed out of place.

“Look sis, I haven’t told Tara yet, but Jerry asked me to marry him and I said yes… He wants me to put her in a private school after we’re married, a boarding school out in New York.”

“New York?” Amanda’s heart skipped a beat. She had just found the love of her life, she could not believe that she might loose her. “Stacy, that is horrible! I can’t believe…”

“Whoa, hang on Mandy. I don’t want my little girl that far away either. But I really love this guy.”

“Are you asking me something, Stacy?” Amanda could see a light at the end of the tunnel. She heard her sister pull a chair across her hard wood floor.

“She can be so difficult, and this last two weeks has been almost more than I can handle. Mandy I love this guy, but I don’t want to lose my daughter.” Stacy was breaking down into tears. “Sis, tell me why she has it in her head she wants to move in with you.”

“It’s like I said. She asked me if she could and I told her it would be nice. Look I know she’s a little troubled, and the whole thing about being…”

“Yeah they call her calico at school.” Stacy interrupted. Hearing that broke Amanda’s heart. She could not stand that some one would say something so terrible to her angel. “This is like the biggest favor a person could ask.” She paused again, not sure she wanted to ask.

“You want me to have her here so you can be close and Jerry gets what he wants.” Amanda said, hoping that she was not far off the mark.

“Yeah.” Stacy sighed. “Yeah, that way I can have my baby close to me and I can come visit her.” Amanda knew her sister loved Tara. She knew that she had tried to be a good mother, but she simply was not. Tara ran over her and had been responsible for at least two of her boyfriends leaving. “Mandy, I don’t know, she can just be so difficult.”

“If you don’t think I can handle her, why don’t you let her spend the rest of the summer with me? If things work out, well we’ll get her enrolled in school and we’ll move all of her things down here.” Amanda was sure things would work out wonderfully. She was also sure that this move was what was best for everyone involved.

“The summer,” Stacy was sobbing now. “God, there’s just no time to adjust.”

“Hon, she’d only be forty five minutes away.” Amanda was getting excited but she was trying not to show it. The very real possibility of having her lover moving in with her was almost too good to be true.

“Forty five minutes.” Stacy said absently. “I guess that the sooner we do this the better. How is this weekend?”

“Perfect.” Amanda had to bite back her excitement. “Do you want to tell her, or can I?”

“Mandy, are you really sure you can handle her?”

“I know it, sis. She and I are great together. C’mon, I have her here at least twice a month and it’s not because she’s a pain.” Amanda found herself making plans for their life together already.

“Hang on, I’ll get her.”

Several moments passed and Amanda could hear Tara’s voice in the background. “Mandy!” The girl shouted into the phone.

“Hey, princess.” Amanda sat back in her seat hugging her arms across her chest. “Let me ask you something. Do you really want to come live with me?”

“Yes!”

“I’m going to let your mother explain everything to you but if you did, would you want to move in this weekend?”

“Really?” she squealed. “You mean it?”

“I mean it.”

Amanda hung up the phone and fell on her side on the couch. She was laughing and crying at the same time. She had to get her house ready for her niece but she wanted to revel in the feeling of hope she had.

*****

Stacy pulled into the driveway in Jerry’s truck. In the back was Tara’s dresser and several boxes of her toys and other things. Amanda met them outside with a hug for her sister and her niece. She had not expected them to bring so many of Tara’s things but she soon learned that the girl had insisted.

It took only a few minutes to get Tara’s things into Amanda’s house. They moved boxes and dresser into the guest room and left her there to unpack and put up pictures or what ever she wanted.

“You don’t know what this means to me.” Stacy said, wrapping her arms around her sister.

“Hey, I’m the one that should be thanking you.”

“We’ll see if you still say that in a month or two.” Stacy tried to laugh, but fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.

The sisters talked for a short time before Stacy decided that it was time for her to head back to Denver and Jerry. Amanda looked in on Tara, watching her arranging her room from the door way.

Amanda walked into the kitchen and poured two glasses of wine. She sipped from her own for several minutes before filling it again and carrying both glasses in to the living room. “Tara, honey.” She called. The girl emerged from her room and skipped across the floor almost jumping on to the couch. “Well, I think that this calls for a celebration, what do you think?” Amanda asked, handing Tara the glass she had poured for her.

“I love you, Mandy.” Tara said, holding her glass up and waiting for Amanda to tap it with hers.

“To us.” She touched her glass against her niece’s.

“Can I still sleep in your room?” Tara asked.

“Of course, but we couldn’t have you moving your things into my room. It would make your mother wonder.”

Amanda leaned in close and kissed her niece. She was hungry for the girl, craving her. They had been apart for two weeks and she had felt every second of the time. She wanted the child, needed her. Tara’s tongue tasted sweet from the wine. The child’s sweet kisses sent shivers down Amanda’s spine.

Tara stood up off of the couch and pulled Amanda to her feet. The girl was almost skipping backward as she led her aunt toward her bedroom. “It’s our room now, isn’t it?” Tara asked as she moved toward the bed.

“Yes, angel.” Amanda felt the love swelling in her. That happiness flowed through her, just knowing that she would have her lover near. This cherub that had awakened such lust, such love and desire.

Tara kissed Amanda as she stretched out on the bed. The girl coaxed her aunt on to her back, never letting their lips part. Tara sat back on her feet and smiled down at her aunt. She began pulling at the buttons on the woman’s shirt, opening it as she moved down.

Amanda smiled up at her niece. The girl was being so wonderfully bold, and yet her every movement was unsure and timid. Still Tara seemed quite proud of herself to be taking the initiative.

The girl leaned down and kissed her aunt’s breasts. She rubbed her hands over her bra and along her sides. “How does this work?” She asked, pulling at one of Amanda’s bra straps. She sat up, letting her shirt fall away. She then turned on the bed so that her niece could see the back. After several seconds of fumbling, Tara finally figured out the hooks on the bra and it popped open.

Amanda laid back down on the bed, stroking Tara’s arms while the girl took in the sight of her aunt’s breasts. The child reached out and began pinching Amanda’s nipples softly, rolling them between her fingers.

Tara’s lips on Amanda’s neck was almost more than the woman could stand. The child’s soft gentle kisses sent waves of tingles through her body. Her breath came faster as the child made her way down to her nipples.

Amanda’s nipples erected to the sensation of Tara’s little tongue swirling around them. She loved the feeling of the girl’s tiny body on top of her. Her small hands reaching and stroking. She rubbed her hands up and down her niece’s smooth back, drinking in her sweet scent.

“Call me it,” Tara suddenly said as she sat back.

“Call you what, angel?”

“You knooow,” she whined.

“My girlfriend?” Tara shook her head. Amanda smiled, she kissed her index finger and pressed it gently on the girl’s little nose then traced it down to her lips. “My nubian princess?” She purred. Tara squealed and fell on her, hugging her closely.

Amanda had called her that for years, and had never realized that it meant anything special to the girl. She filed the information away, promising herself to use the pet name more often.

With steadier, more confident hands now, Tara began stroking her aunt’s breasts again. She plucked Amanda’s nipples with her thumbs, smiling broadly as her aunt moaned.

The girl moved down Amanda’s body kissing her completely from side to side as she crossed over her belly. At her jeans she stopped and began unbuttoning them. Amanda helped the child slide her jeans off before Tara pushed her back to the bed. “Where’s the thingy… From before?” She asked, referring to the vibrator.

“It’s in the closet sweetie.” Amanda answered breathlessly. Tara hopped up and went to the closet. She searched for several moments before finding the duffle bag Amanda kept her toys in.

The wealth of devices and props contained within the bag sent shivers through Tara as she dreamt of the ways they might be used. She pulled each item out, looking at it carefully, trying to guess it’s actual purpose. Her attention remained captured by a small item with elastic straps that looked like waist and leg bands. It was a small plastic item that looked like a butterfly and had a remote control attached to it via a long cord. She giggled to her self, and traced the outline of the butterfly with her finger. Finally she found a vibrator, something she recognized. It was larger than the one her aunt had used on her, but she at least knew what it was and was sure she new what to do with it.

It took several moments before Tara found the dial at the bottom that activated the motor inside causing the device to vibrate and hum. Happy with herself, she hopped up and ran back to her aunt, jumping on the bed and folding her feet beneath her.

Amanda drew a sharp breath and lifted her arms over her head as the child slid the vibrator around her labia and over her clit. Waves of pleasure raced through her. “My nubian princess.” She whispered between moans.

The tip of the vibrator pushed into Amanda and she drew a breath in a high pitch gasp. She could hear the steady hum of the vibrator, growing louder and then fading as the child worked in and out of her body.

She was lost in the sensations emanating from her loins and spreading through her body like ripples on a pond. Barely aware, she felt Tara’s lips on hers. The child’s free hand on her breasts, her lips moving down her throat. A small tongue at her navel.

Amanda slapped her palms down on the bed and almost screamed. The tingling pulsation ripped through her. She was happily drowning in the physical expression of her bottomless love for the girl manipulating her body.

Tara tried to remember what her aunt had done for her. She pushed the vibrator in deeply, then with a slight twist she drew it out in a long slow stroke before pushing it back in. With each of these strokes Amanda gasped, moaned and groaned.

Finally the orgasm subsided and Amanda felt her consciousness returning to her control. Tara removed the device and turned it off before laying down next ot her aunt. The child traced her finger gently on the woman’s belly and chest, humming some song that only she seemed to know.

Able to move at last, recovered from the intensity of the experience, Amanda rolled up on her side and smiled at the lovely little cherub. “And for the lovely young miss?” She teased. “What do you want angel?”

“I want to see you do that again,” she answered with big eyes.

“You can see that any time you like sweetie. But I like to make you feel good too.” Amanda pulled the girl close and kissed her, nibbling at her bottom lip and moving down her chin and neck. “But for now, what would you like for me to do?” Tara shrugged.

Amanda rolled the child on her back and began kissing and tickling her. She nibbled and licked the the child’s belly button. She blew on her tummy making the girl burst out laughing. “Mandy!” She laughed. “It tiiiiicklllllesss!”

Rolling on her back and pulling the child on top of her, Amanda pressed her lips hard against her niece’s. She reached into the girl’s mouth with her tongue and lapped at Tara’s. “Come here, princess.” She whispered, pulling the child up to straddle her chest. “Do you trust me, angel?” She asked. Tara nodded her head with a smile. Amanda coaxed the girl forward until her little mound was resting against the bridge of her nose. The woman inhaled the sweet scent of the child’s excitement, shuddering as she exhaled.

Amanda pushed her tongue into Tara’s sweet sex and lapped at the little girl honey waiting for her. She paused and moved back slightly, wetting her finger with her saliva. “If you don’t like this tell me.” She whispered. Amanda gently pushed her finger against the child’s rosebud. She slid her finger just inside the girl’s behind.

Tara shuddered and arched her back. Amanda immediately leaned in and began sucking on the child’s clit. “It’s soo different.” She moaned. Amanda drew her tongue along the girl’s slit, teasing her hole. She then returned to the girl’s clit, sucking and pressing her tongue against the tiny nub, sending shock waves of pleasure through the child.

Moans, groans and squeals emanated from the girl. She rocked, arched her back, covered her blushing face and whined in time with her aunt’s ministrations. “I… Love… You… Mandy.” She gasped, hardly able to speak. “Ohhh!” Tara screamed. She fell forward catching herself and pushing her pussy toward her aunt’s talented mouth.

Amanda sucked hard on the tiny clit, she pushed her tongue firmly against it and moved it slowly back and forth. Tara convulsed with each wave of her orgasm. Her hips rocked toward her aunt. Amanda loved the sweetness of Tara’s juices as they flowed anew from her.

Tara rolled on her side and closed her eyes. Her belly was still contracting occasionally with spasms from her climax. “That was really neat.” She said, smiling so broadly that it distorted her words.

The warm afternoon sun fell in through the bedroom window warming them both as they laid on the bed holding one another and dozing. Outside Amanda heard the traffic of Boulder’s afternoon rush. A bird sang just outside the window and Amanda thought to herself that nothing could be more perfect than that moment.

With the afternoon behind them, Amanda decided to take Tara out to dinner. She wanted to celebrate the move in. She took the girl to a nice Mexican place not far from her house. Tara loved Mexican food, so it was perfect for her.

Tara was pushing at the remains of her burrito with her fork and smiling to herself. Amanda folded her hands in front of herself and leaned closer to the girl. “Sweetie?” Tara looked up. “We have to talk about a couple of things. If you’re going to live with me we have to have some rules we live by.”

“What kind?” Tara asked, her smile fading somewhat.

“Well like you have to go to school and I have to go to work and we both have to clean. Easy stuff like that.” Amanda said trying to sound cheery.

“That’s easy.” She set her fork down, her forehead wrinkling with distress. “Do I have a bed time?”

“Well we both have to go to bed early enough to get up in the morning. So during the week I think we’ll both have to be in bed around ten.” Tara smiled, she seemed pleased with the number.

“But there are things we have to do or your mom will take you away from me and…” Amanda trailed off, the idea of having Tara in a boarding school caused her to choke on her words.

“She’ll send me to that school,” Tara finished. “I know about it, Mandy.”

Amanda nodded her head. She tried to steer the conversation back to happier things. She did not like being an authority figure, especially not now, now after what she and Tara had done.

Amanda took Tara to a movie after dinner and by the time they had gotten home they were both too tired to do anything but fall in to bed together. Tara snuggled against her aunt, closing her eyes and letting a contented sigh slip. She loved the feeling of having Amanda’s arms around her.

Morning found Tara in the kitchen preparing pancakes for herself and Amanda. She had made more mess than food but she did her best to clean up as she worked. Once the meal was prepared she carried it into the bedroom and set it on the bed. “Mandy?” She said softly, nudging the woman. Amanda stirred and opened her eyes. She immediately smiled when she saw Tara’s lovely face. “I made breakfast.”

Amanda’s smile broadened when she saw the feast that the girl had prepared for them. She sat up on the bed and Tara began serving her. She placed two pancakes on a plate and a piece of toast, then handed it to her aunt. She then took a plate for herself.

After breakfast Tara took the tray into the kitchen, but Amanda insisted that since the girl had done such a lovely job, that she would clean up. It turned out to be more of a task than she had thought. ‘How the hell did she get batter up here?’ Anmanda thought to herself as she wiped drying flour off of the range hood.

Tara was setting in the living room watching saturday morning cartoons when Amanda walked in and sat on the couch with a cup of coffee. “Can I have some?” She asked pointing at her aunt’s mug. Amanda nodded her head and the girl jumped up and ran into the kitchen. Moments later she returned with a mug that was more cream and sugar than coffee.

An empty coffee mug sat next to the child on the floor. She had finished it during the cartoons and now she was laying on her belly looking up at the television as a show about ferrets played on Animal Planet.

Amanda sat looking down at her niece’s round rump. The girl looked so childish laying there with her head on her hands and her feet kicking absently in the air. The girl’s yellow underpants were only just visible under the tee shirt she had worn to bed the night before.

Unable to resist the beauty and innocence before her, Amanda slid from the couch and crawled on all fours toward the child. Tara stopped kicking her feet as she saw her aunt’s reflection in the television and giggled. The woman kissed the girl’s little feet, working her way up her calf. “I love you so much, baby girl.” She whispered. She pushed the girl’s shirt up and Tara helped her remove it.

The child’s back was smooth and soft. It felt so wonderful on Amanda’s lips that she almost could not stop kissing. She stopped at Tara’s panties and almost before she could reach out, the child wiggled them off. She tightened her butt cheeks together as she laughed silently.

Amanda slid her hands up the girls bum and over her back. She lavished in the scent of the girl, in her softness, in her flawless dark skin. The woman ran her hands up and down the girl’s body. Tara moaned softly and laid her head on the floor turning her face to the side.

Tara rolled on to her back and smiled up at her aunt. “Are we sluts?” She asked, almost laughing. She blushed fiercely and covered her face with her hands.

Amanda bit back her own laughter. “For each other.” She finally answered. She leaned down and kissed the girl on the lips. Their tongues met and the lapped at one another for a moment before Amanda broke away. She kissed the girl’s cheek, her neck, her throat. She loved Tara’s sweet taste. Her hands ran up and down the child’s body. She was reaching at the girl, desperately trying to touch, to love, every inch of her all at once.

The depth of the passion Amanda felt for the child surprised her. She had never known such intensity. She felt as if her entire body was reaching out for the child. Even with the girl in her arms she longed for her.

“My nubian princess.” She whispered, kissing Tara’s lips. The girl wrinkled her nose and hissed a giggle. “I love you so much.”

“I love you more.” The girl teased. Amanda laughed and tickled the girl’s side. Tara laughed and threw her arms around her aunt. The child took a more serious tone, pushing back slightly. “I want to do what you did to me yesterday.” She said, looking expectantly into her aunt’s eyes.

“How did I do it yesterday?” she asked, not sure what the girl meant.

“You know, I was on top of you, and you… you know!” She blushed.

Amanda understood what the girl meant. The woman eased the girl on to her back and then straddled her, moving forward slowly.

Tara pulled herself from beneath her aunt and sat up. She gently pushed Amanda’s shirt off and pressed her mouth to the woman’s breasts.

The child’s little tongue worked her aunt’s nipples to glorious erectness, sending waves of heat all the way to her clit. Amanda’s head tilted back and her eyes closed as she luxuriated in the sensations from Tara’s increasingly talented tongue.

Tiny hands on her sides, moving to her hips. Feeling the girl’s fingers on her bottom caused a shock of tingles and heat that seemed to hug her waist. She could feel her sex opening, her juices flowing in preparation for what was to come.

Tara tugged at her panties, rolling them down her hips. Amanda helped the girl get them off. Tara’s fingers ran through her pubic hair, playing with it. “Mmmm.” She moaned softly. “It’s so soft.” She looked up at her aunt with a smile. “I love how it feels.” Amanda’s clit seemed to reach toward the girl’s fingers and they passed over it, searching for her opening. Tara laid back and slid herself between her aunt’s legs, looking up at the woman’s sex. “It looks like one of those flowers.” She said quietly.

“Flowers?” Amanda thought for a moment. “An orchid?” She finally offered.

“Yesss.” Tara laughed.

Amanda smiled and rustled the girl’s hair. Tara coaxed her to lower herself but the woman hesitated, grabbing a pillow off of the couch for the child’s head. “This will make you more comfortable.” She said as she slipped it under her.

Tara’s warm breath came first, sending shock waves through her aunt. The warmth of the girl’s exhalation on her sex shook her to her soul. Then came the girl’s tongue, snaking around her clit and teasing her opening. Little fingers slid inside her and Tara began sucking at her clit.

Amanda rocked her hips gently, trying not to put to much pressure on the girl. She moaned in time with the child’s lovely tongue and fingers. The warmth, the fire of orgasm built within her sex, moving out in waves. Amanda bit her lip and screamed through her closed mouth as her climax ripped through her.

Slowly she laid on her side next to the child, stroking the girl’s belly. “You’re very good at that.” She whispered. Tara giggled and covered her eyes with her hands. “And what would you like?” The girl shrugged her shoulders in answer. Her hands rested on Amanda’s as the woman rubbed her belly.

Amanda pushed herself up and began the lovely task of kissing the girl. She loved the way Tara’s lips tasted, the way her skin tasted. She moved her tongue on the girl’s nipples, sucking them, coaxing them to hardness. She moved down, lavishing kisses on the girl. Amanda paid particular attention to the child’s belly button, a favorite part of the human anatomy for her.

Tara’s mound was swollen with excitement. She was wet and the scent of her readiness sent a shiver through Amanda. She slid her finger into the girl’s pussy, watching her close her eyes and arch her back slightly. It was so beautiful to her to see the girl in the throws of passion.

The taste of a child’s sex, the flavor of her girl honey was unlike that of a woman. It was so much softer, so much sweeter. Amanda sucked on the girl’s clit, coaxing moans from the girl. She pulled away for only a moment to look up at the child. Tara’s chest rose and fell quickly, her eyes were closed and a little smile rested on her lips. Amanda licked the length of the child’s slit, circling her clit and moving down then back up several times before sliding her finger in deeply and sucking the child’s clit back into her mouth.

Tara’s orgasm came fast. She squealed, clawing at her aunt, at the carpet, at the pillow under her head. Her belly spasmed and she whispered incoherently. Amanda kept heavy pressure on the child’s clit as she slid her finger deep inside then out in a long slow strokes. She increased the suction on the child’s little bud in time with the girl’s quivering belly. She was drawing out Tara’s climax as long as she could, keeping the flow of warmth and tingles racing through her.

Finally Tara’s relaxed against the floor, and sighed heavily. Her breath came slower and her belly had stopped spasming. “Wow… that was a really loooong one,” she said, sounding amazed.

“Yeah, sometimes you can make it really long.” Amanda slid up to lay next to her niece, draping her arm over the child and pulling her close. Tara wiggled against her aunt for a moment before relaxing into her.

They laid on the floor listening to the television and enjoying the morning. The smell of pancakes was still heavy in the air and it mixed with the scent of Tara’s sex still on Amanda’s lips. She purred into the back of the girl’s neck as she enjoyed the sensations and wonderful afterglow.

They had a lot to do that day but for now Amanda’s only concern was holding the girl and dozing away the morning. Tara rolled over in her aunt’s arms, disturbing the woman slightly. Amanda opened her eyes to Tara’s. “Can we always be like this?” the girl asked.

Amanda smiled and pulled the girl close against her breasts. “For as long as you like, angel.”

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