Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Emma Star

Nina Edwards sat on her bed at the hotel where she had rented a room with her emergencies-only credit card and watched television. She sat with her knees pulled up to her chest, her chin resting on them, staring without really seeing at the images ahead. Her thoughts were on much different matters.

A little less than twenty-four hours ago, Nina had dreamed that she was seduced by her mother and two little girls, two children who were her mother’s students. Nina was ashamed not only by the dream, and not only by the knowledge that her mother was, in fact, a pedophile, but Nina was ashamed of how the dream had made her feel. So aroused it almost hurt. She could still feel those tiny fingers on her body and the thought made her shiver with delight and flush with humiliation and disgust.

After waking, Nina had gone into her mother’s room, and things had become exponentially worse. Her mother admitted to Nina her desire for the pussies of innocent children, but also her desire for her own daughter. That desire had turned into reality as Nina’s mother began to finger her and kiss her, all the while speaking of the fantasies she assumed her daughter shared.

Then, in a fit of rage and shame, Nina had cursed out her mother, threatened to tell the police about her activies, and fled into the night. Now she was here in the hotel, alone. She hadn’t called her mother. She didn’t know what to say. The entire thing seemed like some bizarre dream that refused to end, but Nina knew she could only remain in this state of limbo for so long. Eventually, she would have to confront reality — that meant confronting her mother.

Soon, Nina was hungry. There was a Burger King down the street, so Nina walked there alone, bought some food, and carried it back to the hotel. As she stepped into the lobby, she immediately spotted a familiar face.

“Hey Nina!” said the voice of her friend, Jody. The cute, slim-figured brunette walked over to her from where she had been standing with her parents and her little sister, a ten-year-old blonde named Mandy.

“Hi Jody,” said Nina dully. “What are you doing here?”

“Our house is being fumigated so we have to stay here until it’s done,” Jody answered. “How about you? You look like you’ve been crying? Is this about your mom?”

“Huh?” Nina asked, wondering how Jody knew. And how much she knew.

“Your mom called my house looking for you,” Jody replied. “She said you had a big fight or something.”

“Oh, yeah,” Nina said. “We did. I ran out and came here. Kind of a stupid thing to do.”

“Well, I’ll talk to you about it if you want, but I was just about to go out to dinner with my parents,” Jody offered, gesturing towards her family.

Nina looked over Jody’s shoulder at her family once again. Mandy was dressed in a sunshine yellow tank top and jeans, the very picture of child beauty, and Nina felt a weird tingle begin to form in her stomach. She noticed that Mandy seemed somewhat out of sorts.

“Is Mandy okay?” Nina asked.

“She’s not feeling too good and doesn’t want to go out, but we’re starving, and there’s no one to watch her here,” said Jody. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. “Could you watch her while we’re out?”

“Me?” Nina asked. “Umm . . .”

“I’d invite you to come too, but you already have food,” said Jody. “Please, Nina.”

“I guess so,” said Nina.

“Great! Let’s go tell my parents!”

With that, the two girls walked over to Jody’s parents and explained the situation. Jody’s mother and father knew Nina and had no problems with her watching their daughter for a couple hours. Mandy had always been very shy around Nina, but she liked her in that way that younger siblings have of looking up to their older siblings’ friends. She said she would rather stay with Nina than go out to dinner. So everything was arranged. Jody and her family left while Mandy and Nina walked towards the elevator to go to Nina’s room.

Once inside, Mandy sat down on the bed to watch television, while Nina sat in a chair at a small table and ate her dinner. She tried to watch the TV too, but her eyes kept falling on Mandy, admiring how delicate and innocent she looked. Every time this happened, Nina reprimanded herself, and vowed to pay no more of that kind of attention to the girl. But her eyes always wandered back to the girl. The tingle in her stomach became more intense each time and her gaze lingered longer.

When she had finished eating, Nina felt a little bolder, so she stood up and walked over to the bed. She sat down on it beside Mandy, then reached out, and put her hand on the girl’s back. She let it rest there, waiting to see how Mandy would respond, but the girl seemed not to notice or care.

“Are you feeling any better?” Nina asked her.

“A little,” Mandy replied.

“What was wrong? Did you have a tummyache?” Nina asked.

“Yeah,” Mandy admitted. “I felt all throw-upy. But I don’t feel like that now.”

“That’s good, sweetie,” said Nina.

“Why are you doing that?” Mandy asked. It took Nina a moment to realize that had been unconsciously rubbing her hand up and down Mandy’s back, from the smooth material of her tank top to the slightly fuzzy skin of her shoulders.

“I’m sorry,” said Nina, drawing her hand away. “I won’t do that if you don’t like it.”

“It’s okay,” said Mandy. “But you know what I really, really like?”

“What’s that?” asked Nina, almost dreading the answer.

“Having someone brush my hair,” said Mandy. Nina smiled, a bit relieved.

“I can do that,” she said, swinging her legs off the bed. She went into the bathroom, got her hair brush, and brought it back into the bedroom.

Mandy was now sitting in the middle of the bed. Nina climbed on to the bed behind her and leaned her back against the wall. Without prompting, Mandy scooted back, until she was sitting between Nina’s legs. Again, Nina felt the tingle intensifying. She tried to ignore it, but found it nearly impossible to do so. Even harder to ignore were the thoughts of Alice, her mother’s preteen lover, that popped into her mind.

Nina began to brush Mandy’s fine, silky blonde hair the way that her mother had brushed her hair as a child. Had her mother felt the same tingle between her legs then that Nina was feeling now? She tried to dismiss those thoughts as she gently brushed the child’s hair. She took her time, pampering the girl, running her fingers through her hair. Mandy seemed enraptured at the feeling and Nina knew the girl wasn’t lying when she said she really, really liked having her hair brushed. Maybe it was something sexual about it that the girl wasn’t yet old enough to identify. Of course, she couldn’t be aware of sexual arousal at just ten years old. Nina’s thoughts drifted back to Alice again. Alice had been very aware of her own sexual arousal.

Mandy sighed gently as the brushing continued and she seemed to tremble a little each time that Nina’s hand touched her bare neck or shoulders. She seemed to like the feeling of Nina’s fingers through her platinum-blonde hair even more than the brush and Nina was almost tempted to put it aside and use only her fingers. Instead, Nina leaned in and smelled the clean, fragrant odor of the girl’s hair. She did it with almost no discretion, but Mandy did not react. Nor did she react when Nina, almost without realizing it, kissed the little girl on top of her head, in a playful manner, and then resumed brushing immediately.

The little girl turned her face to the right as Nina pulled the hair back from that side of her head with one hand and brushed through it with the other. Nina could see a smile of contentment on the girl’s lips and she reached out a finger to stroke the girl’s slightly chubby cheek. Mandy’s smiled only broadened at this.

As she stroked the girl’s hair, Nina’s thoughts drifted back to the scene in her mother’s video where her mother had sat the nine-year-old redhead Alice, wearing nothing but panties, on her lap and kissed the child with as much wanton lust as Nina had ever seen. How easy it would be for her to tilt back Mandy’s head and kiss her on those dainty little lips. Nina closed her eyes and gave a shuddering sigh at the thought.

Her pussy was now soaking wet and it was more than the thoughts she was having or the act of brushing Mandy’s hair. She had been grinding her crotch unconsciously against the girl’s back and Mandy, to Nina’s stunned amazement, had been squirming in such a way that she almost seemed to be reciprocating the action. But that wasn’t possible. Mandy was just a child. It was insane to think the girl was even aware of what she was doing.

At that moment, Mandy leaned back against Nina, pinning most of her hair between her head and Nina’s stomach. It wasn’t possible for Nina to brush it anymore, so she set the brush aside, and simply massaged the girl’s scalp very gently with her fingers. Mandy sighed happily as Nina’s hands drifted from the top of the girl’s skull down to her small, bony shoulders and gently began to massage them as well. Each time she ran her hands forward, she became a little more bold, and let them slide a little farther down the front of the girl’s flat chest. Soon, her hands were gliding softly over the girl’s nipples and down to her stomach, which was just the tiniest bit rounded.

Mandy reached down to the hem of her tank top and pulled it up over her belly button, so that when Nina’s hands went down to her tummy, it was bare skin that she felt beneath her touch instead of the cotton of the tank top. Each time Nina pulled her hands back up to her shoulders, Mandy pulled her shirt up a little higher, and Nina began quivering with excitement at the thought of seeing her tiny nipples. She prayed Mandy wouldn’t stop before then.

She wasn’t disappointed. At last, Mandy had pulled her tanktop up high enough to reveal the pink, dime-sized nipples which were placed perfectly symmetrical to one another on the girl’s skinny, utterly flat chest. Nina groaned as her fingers danced over them and she began grinding her pussy against the girl’s butt even harder. Mandy, as if sensing the reaction she had gotten from her caretaker, pulled off her tank top entirely and was now nude above the waist. Nina delighted in carressing every bare inch of the girl’s torso. The skin was so wonderfully smooth and soft.

“Do you want me to take my pants off, too?” Mandy asked, breaking the long silence.

Nina didn’t know how to answer. If the girl took off her pants, she was sure one thing would lead to another, and that would mean Mandy taking off her panties too. Already, Nina was itching to strip off her clothes. But what then? Was she really going to molest this naive little girl who probably had no idea of what she was doing, but simply wanted to impress Nina was her maturity?

“Jody likes to take them off for me,” said Mandy. Nina’s mouth dropped open.

“Jody does? Your sister?” she asked.

“Uh-huh,” answered Mandy. “Whenever we do sexy games with each other, she likes to take off my pants for me.”

“What do you mean by ‘sexy games’?” Nina asked.

“When our parents aren’t home, sometimes we take off all our clothes, and do sexy games,” Mandy replied. “We kiss each other and touch each other all over. It feels really nice.”

“You still do this now?” Nina asked, stunned by this revelation.

“Uh-huh,” said Mandy. “So do you want to do sexy games?”

“I don’t know,” answered Nina. “I’ve never done sexy games with another girl before. Especially one as young as you. Isn’t Jody afraid she’ll get in trouble?”

“She made me promise not to tell anyone,” said Mandy, “but I trust you, Nina.”

“That’s very sweet of you, honey,” said Nina. “I’m glad that you trust me enough to do sexy games with me too.”

“So do you want to take off my pants?” Mandy asked.

“I’d love to, sweetheart.”

Nina’s hands glided over the girl’s torso again and found the button of her denim jeans. She unbuttoned it and slowly unzipped the zipper, revealing bright pink panties underneath. Mandy, still with her back to Nina, pushed her butt into the air so Nina could slide the pants off her little friend, and then dropped them off the bed on to the floor.

Mandy, now naked except for pink panties and white socks, turned to face Nina on all fours. Nina reached out and stroked the girl’s cheek lovingly. Mandy smiled slightly, but then she was all business. She pulled off Nina’s t-shirt, revealing the black bra the teenager wore underneath. She reached out and placed a small hand on each of Nina’s breasts and began to squeeze them, skillfully drawing the maximum pleasure from her touch, and Nina sighed. Mandy closed her eyes and puckered her lips. Nina, realizing immediately what the girl wanted, leaned forward and kissed her tenderly.

Mandy instructed Nina to lean forward, then reached behind her back, and unclasped her bra. Since Mandy was far too young to be so adept with a bra, she had obviously had a lot of practice with her sister. Mandy pulled the bra away from Nina’s chest and Nina self-consciously covered her boobs with her hands. Mandy gently, but firmly, took Nina’s hands and pulled them away, revealing what was underneath to the horny preteen.

She leaned in toward’s Nina’s right breast, stuck out her tongue, and flicked it against Nina’s sensitive nipples. Nina gasped in delight, then reached out, and began to stroke the back of Mandy’s head as the youngster opened her small mouth and took the entire nipples inside it. She closed her lips together and sucked eagerly for a moment, then repeated the entire procedure on Nina’s left breast. Back and forth the girl went, first pleasuring one breast, then the other. Nina closed her eyes and savored the feeling of a tiny, but expect mouth on her breasts and the sounds the little girl made as she nursed.

“You must do this with your sister a lot,” breathed Nina. “You’re very good at it.”

“This is one of her favorite games,” said Mandy, a hint of pride in her voice. “Sometimes she tells me to call her ‘Mommy’ while I’m doing it.”

“Well, she’s very lucky to have you as a baby sister,” said Nina.

Mandy continued pleasuring and fondling Nina’s breasts for a little while longer, then she kissed Nina’s flat stomach down to her waist, and took the elastic band of Nina’s sweatpants in her small fists. With Nina’s cooperation, Mandy pulled the sweatpants down the teenager’s legs, and discarded them with her shirt and bra. Now both girls were dressed in nothing but socks and panties.

Every bit of shame or disgust with herself that Nina might have felt had totally evaporated. She was so horny for this little girl that she could think of nothing she would rather do than indulge fully in the delights of her small, fragile body. Nina was about to have only the second lesbian experience of her life and this one would be with a ten year old.

“Do you want me to do anything to you?” Nina asked.

“No, that’s okay,” said Mandy. “I want to show you all the things I know how to do.”

“Alright, sweetie,” said Nina. “Show me.”

Mandy crawled over beside Nina and deftly slipped a hand down Nina’s panties. She found her sweet spot with ease and the moment that Mandy’s tiny finger first touch Nina’s clit, Nina began to squirm. Mandy continued to manipulate her pussy and Nina began to gasp in ecstasy, sucking desperately for air. But Mandy was merciless. She continued to pleasure Nina until the teenager’s hips were bucking and she was moaning for the girl to continue.

“That feels so wonderful, Mandy,” said Nina.

Mandy beamed happily, proud of her talents, and continued fingering Nina as artfully as any masseusse. Nina continued to wriggle and writhe, cooing and sighing, praising Mandy for her delightful touch. Nina could feel her orgasm approaching like a tidal wave in the distance moving more and more swiftly towards shore. Mandy apparently sensed it too and, moments before the wave struck the beach, she withdrew her hand.

“Why did you stop?” Nina asked.

“You were about to make juices,” said Mandy. “But it’s too early for that now.”

“Please,” Nina begged. “That felt so nice.”

“I bet I can make it feel even nicer,” said Mandy with a grin.

“Okay,” said Nina, “but take off your panties first.”

Obliging, Mandy stood up on the bed, momentarily struggling to gain balance on the squishy bed. Nina’s eyes wandered from Mandy’s little, sock-clad feet up her short legs to the immaculate pink, cotton panties she wore. Mandy hooked her thumbs around the waistband of her underwear and pulled them down to her ankles, then stepped out of them. Nina’s eyes immediately fell upon the girl’s tiny, completely hairless slit. It was still immature, but it was the most beautiful thing Nina had ever seen. Mandy turned in a circle, showing Nina her adorable round butt as well. Nina absently reached up to caress it.

Then Mandy was back down on her hands and knees. She took hold of Nina’s black panties and deftly pulled them off. She guided Nina’s legs apart, then climbed over her thigh, and positioned herself between Nina’s knees with her face only inches from Nina’s wet, aching sex.

Nina watched as the little girl lowered her mouth to Nina’s eager pussy and began to feast upon it. The sensation was so powerful that Nina quickly pulled a pillow on top of her face so she could scream into it without being heard. Mandy immediately found Nina’s clit once again and began flicking her tongue against it as she had done to the teenager’s nipples earlier. Again, Nina half-suffocated herself to keep her noises from alerting whoever was in the next room.

As ready as she was, and as horny as she was, it didn’t take long for Nina to reach her orgasm again. This time, Mandy did not stop, even as Nina’s pussy turned red hot. At last, Nina’s hips began to buck, and her thighs closed around the little girl’s head. Nina sat forward and, placing her hand on the back of Mandy’s skull, she pushed the preteen’s mouth harder against her crotch. Mandy didn’t mind the rough treatment, though. She was used to it. Her sister was a gentle and caring lover but, as soon as an orgasm approached, she had a tendency to forget everything except her own pleasure.

At last, the wave hit, and Nina’s pussy erupted. Juices surged forward, some into Mandy’s mouth, some splashing on her face. Nina’s grinded her pussy against the child’s mouth as wave after wave of her climax struck. Finally, after a seeming eternity, the waves receeded, and Nina lay back with her head on the mattress. Her body shook. She gasped for air. She couldn’t move, couldn’t talk. She could barely even think. She closed her eyes.

And when she opened them again, Mandy was looking down at her, her mouth and chin dripping with Nina’s juices. Nina opened her eyes and smiled contentedly at the girl.

“That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt,” she admitted. “You’re an angel, Mandy.”

The girl giggled. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“I loved it,” Nina said. “Thank you.”

“Is it my turn now?” Mandy asked.

“Of course!” said Nina. “But don’t hold it against me if I’m not as good at this as you. I’ve never done this before.”

“Okay.”

Nina instructed Mandy to straddle her chest, then to slide forward until her pussy was directly over Nina’s face. Mandy did as she was told and soon Nina’s mouth was only inches from a bald, preteen mound. Nina stuck out her tongue and gingerly licked at the slit. It tasted sweeter than anything Nina had ever tasted before and she immediately plunged into eating out this little girl.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Panicking, Nina pushed Mandy off her face, and scrambled for her clothes. Mandy did likewise, apparently as aware of the danger of getting caught as Nina was. Finally, the two managed to find all their clothes.

“Nina?” called a voice from the hall. It was Jody.

“Oh, it’s just Jody,” said Mandy, calming immediately. “She won’t be mad.”

“But your parents might be with her,” said Nina in a whisper. “Get dressed, sweetie.”

Nina called out to Jody, telling her she’d be right there. In moments, Nina was dressed, and she walked towards the door. She made a big production of screwing with the locks, as if there was something wrong with them, giving Mandy the few extra moments she needed to get dressed. At last, Nina opened the door. Only Jody stood in the hallway.

“We’re back,” said Jody. “My parents sent me to get Mandy.”

“Oh, hey,” said Nina.

“Did you two have fun?” Jody asked as Mandy came walking over.

“Yep, we did!” exclaimed Mandy happily.

“Well, that’s good,” said Jody. “What’s this on your face, kiddo?”

“Juices,” answered Mandy was a mischevious grin.

Jody immediately looked up at Nina, who blushed with embarassment. But Jody’s look of shock only lasted a moment. Finally, she smiled, and then laughed. “I’d love to stay and here more,” said Jody, “but Mom wants Mandy to go to bed.”

She stepped closer to Nina, then reached out, and put a hand on her waist. She smiled devilishly. “Maybe I could come back after I drop off Mandy and we could have a little fun? Or am I too old for you?”

Again, Nina blushed, but this time she laughed. She was surprised to find that the idea of Jody coming back for a little fun greatly appealed to her. But there was something else she had to do first. This experience with Mandy had opened her eyes.

“I can’t,” said Nina. “I have to go talk to my mom.”

“Good for you,” said Jody. “I hope you work it out. Come on, little slut. Let’s go.”

“Bye Nina!” said Mandy as she gave Nina a hug.

“Bye angel,” said Nina. “I’ll have to babysit again sometime.”

Mandy smiled and nodded her approval, then stepped out into the hall. Jody turned to face Nina with a serious expression on her face. Then she opened her arms to her friend and the two girls embraced.

“You can’t tell anyone about this,” whispered Jody into her ear.

“I know,” Nina replied. “I won’t.”

“Good luck with your mom,” said Jody.

Jody kissed Nina on the lips, then stepped back, and joined Mandy out in the hall. Once the two were gone, Nina shut the door behind her, and quickly packed up her stuff. She hurried out to her car in the parking lot, climbed inside, and headed for home.