Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Passing Cloud

Trembling with excitement, I crawled even closer. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to embarrass myself with my inexperience, but I couldn’t miss out on this fantastic opportunity.

I tentatively reached out and put my hand on her thigh, just above the knee. She inhaled deeply, then said, “Can you all see? Come closer if you want.” She lifted her hips slightly as if to emphasise the point and then, to me, said, “Move your hand up, further, right to the top. I’ll tell you what to do.”

The other girls shuffled closer. Kathy focused the torch between Maria’s outstretched legs. Maria moved her hand to her vulva and carefully spread her labia. It was a revelation to me when I saw how wet her pink slit was. I could clearly see the neat lines of her lips, and the bud of her clitoris. I thought it was perfect.

Kathy also showed her appreciation, whispering, “Oh, look at that. Oh God. That’s brilliant.”

As instructed, I moved my hand along Maria’s thigh. Her skin was smooth and soft. I caressed it gently as I inched towards her beautiful cunt. I said the word in my head: cunt. It somehow enhanced the moment for me.

Maria spoke to me again. “Put your finger here.” She pointed to her clitoris.

I carefully placed my fingertip on the glistening point.

“Rub it,” she instructed. I noticed her voice had changed. It was softer, yet breaking somehow, as though she was having difficulty speaking. I understand now. I didn’t understand then. It didn’t stop me from doing what she said, though.

Gently, carefully, I tickled that beautiful bud with the tip of my finger.

I kept doing it when she started to move her hips around, and carried on as she lifted them up, pushing her cunt towards me. She took hold of my hand then, stopping my movements. She sighed heavily again and clamped her legs tightly together. “Ooooh, that feels really nice,” she breathed. “Better let the others have a go, though.”

She kept her legs tensed together for another few seconds, then sat up, more composed. “Sit here,” she instructed me. As I moved to sit next to her, she opened her legs again, affording the other three a clear view of her sex.

“Who’s next?” she grinned.

With what, in retrospect, can only be described as a leer, Nancy volunteered, “Me!” and scurried into place between Maria’s thighs. Without any preamble, she put her hand straight onto Maria’s vulva. I saw her fingers slide into that wet slit and watched breathlessly as she worked her hand along the entire length. Up and down. Long slow rhythmic strokes.

Kathy and Jude edged closer, bringing the torch between Maria’s thighs and highlighting the lascivious detail in sharp relief. Nancy was clearly enamoured. As she caressed and probed between Maria’s thighs, she was constantly murmuring, “That’s lovely. Feel that. God, it’s so wet.”

Maria, still sitting up but leaning back on her hands, turned her lovely face towards me. I could see in the subdued light, on the periphery of the torch beam, that her cheeks were a little flushed, her eyelids heavy.

She looked so beautiful.

To Nancy she said, “Don’t stop,” then to me, closer, her lips almost touching my cheek, “It’s your turn now, Sis. While they’re doing that, take your knickers off. Let me see.”

I felt a moment’s hesitation about exposing myself in front of the others, but that passed. I had already, in my mind, committed myself unreservedly to Maria and so, in an excited rush, I pulled my little pants down and off. I gripped them in my fist as I sat beside her, and my heart raced again as she put a warm hand on my thigh and started to push my skirt up.

Her lips were still close to my cheek, and I could feel her body moving in time to the steady rubbing of Nancy.

I heard Jude say, “Let me have a go!” Nancy, reluctantly I thought, gave way to Jude, but then saw Maria lifting my skirt and, with a grin, moved over to sit the other side of me. Kathy saw too, and shone the torch in my direction just as Maria lifted my skirt above my waist.

I squirmed in the glare of light, turned my head away and squeezed my eyes shut, but when Maria whispered. “Open your legs, Sis,” I did just that. I lay back and wantonly spread my thighs as wide as I could.

Maria leaned over me. I could feel her breath on my face when she spoke. “What a pretty little cunt. Let me feel.” She in turn was still being attended to by Jude, and it seemed that in leaning over me, she’d spread herself open just as wantonly as I had.

Jude, in awe, whispered, “Oh Maria, that’s fantastic. I can see everything.”

I sensed the light move back to Maria as her fingers started to play with my vulva. She stroked my slit gently, and I raised my hips a little to allow her easy access to all of it. She murmured appreciatively, “That’s right. Lift up. Keep your legs open.”

In the background, my sister Kathy exchanged places with Jude. She said to Maria, “Is that all right? Can I touch you here?”

Maria, maintaining her stroking of my slit, turned to Kathy. “Do what you want. Put your fingers inside if you like.”

I heard Kathy give a little appreciative, “Oh, yes,” as Maria turned back to me.

Maria probed a little between my tight lips, rubbing and tickling. It felt so, so good. Then she found a particular spot which, as she touched it, made me gasp — and my hips jerked in a reaction I couldn’t control. I felt, rather than saw, her smile. “Is that nice?” she asked, concentrating her attention on that one spot.

I managed to reply, “Yes. Yes. Don’t stop. Please!”

Then Maria turned to Jude and Nancy. “You can feel my tits if you want, while Kathy’s doing that.”

Jude replied, “Me first!” and I heard her scrabbling across the mats to indulge.

Nancy, in control of the light, first played the beam between Maria’s legs so she could watch Kathy’s fervent fingering, then scanned up her body to gaze in envy at Jude, stroking Maria’s lovely breasts, and then to my stretched thighs where Maria was giving me her delightful attention.

For me, though, heaven was descending. The feeling between my legs was getting more and more intense. I couldn’t speak. I know I was lying almost rigid now, my mouth agape, eyes staring into nowhere. All I understood was that my darling Maria was giving me such pleasure, such a feeling — like nothing I had ever known or imagined. On and on, she moved her fingers until I couldn’t feel them anymore. Not like fingers. Not like a part of someone, just a wonderful, wonderful feeling. Growing, growing, and then, and then…

I heard myself cry out. I couldn’t control it or stop myself. My back arched violently. My hips thrust high into the air. I was pushing upwards with all my strength — stretched, convex, heaving, balanced on my shoulders and heels. Great waves of ecstasy tore through my tiny body. I heaved, I moaned, I stared wildly at Maria, who was smiling at me as her fingers continued to play.

“How does it feel?” she gently asked as my first orgasm ripped me, bared me to my soul.

I tried to reply even as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed me. My mouth opened and closed. Guttural noises issued. I tried to smile my pleasure, my joy — but another wave hit me, and another, and my back arched again. My hips trembled and heaved.

My first orgasm. I remember it so well. It makes me wet even now to think of it, to think of Maria, my first love. My first lover.

I don’t remember much about us getting dressed and moving out — back into the ‘real’ world of sunshine and innocence — but we did. We all managed to compose ourselves and go about our normal business. Although I know I spent most of that afternoon in a dream state, rerunning those events again and again. The wonderful feeling that had almost overwhelmed me left a residual warmth and tingling between my eager young thighs, and a fantastic state of well-being throughout my whole body.

The main thing, though, was the turmoil in my mind. It wasn’t confusion, or apprehension. I wasn’t upset in any way, I just wanted more: more of that fantastic physical sensation that my lovely Maria had given me, more of those subtle longings that had so excited me as I watched her strip, as I inspected her nakedness, as I touched and stroked her secret places.

The walk home with my sister was strangely subdued. It was as though the sudden extreme intimacy we had shared ‘under the stage’ should be confined to that place: a secret, not something that should be brought into our routine lives.

Later that night, however, as we lay in bed in our shared room, Kathy whispered in the darkness “You know, today…”

“Yes…” I responded.

“When Maria did that to you…”

“Yes?”

Did it really feel that nice?”

I paused before answering, reliving the moment again in my mind. “It was fantastic,” I eventually replied.

Another pause, then, “Will you show me what she did, Sis? I saw her hand between your legs, rubbing… and then you started jerking around and I couldn’t really see what she was doing.”

“I’m not sure,” I replied, “she tickled me in a special place, right on my button. It felt different.”

The room was quiet. I could hear Kathy breathing, she was obviously waiting for me to carry on.

Finally I whispered, “Do you want me to do it to you?”

In a small voice — it seemed unusual for my big sister to sound so meek — she replied, “Okay.”

It was a warm night, so I quickly slipped out of bed and quietly padded across the room to where Kathy was waiting. I was wearing pyjamas, but I could see, as I sat on the edge of her bed, that Kathy was wearing a nightie. Well, not actually wearing it. She had pulled the bedclothes to one side and drawn her nightdress up to her chin, so in effect my elder sister was lying there naked.

I looked at her body, gleaming in the half light. Her skin seemed pale, almost blue. I let my eyes wander the length of her torso. I noticed the slightest hint of budding breasts and then, further down, her slit — hairless, like mine. She looked young, much younger than Maria, even though they were nearly the same age.

Nevertheless, I realised that I was enjoying looking at my sister’s body. I had never really thought of her in a sexual way before (not until earlier today), but there I was, about to do things to her which I really didn’t understand, things that were so personal and intimate that I had to catch my breath as I thought about it. The same feeling started to grow in my ‘cunt’ as it had earlier with Maria.

I was aroused.

I gently placed my hand on her belly. She flinched, but didn’t move. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted and expectant.

As I started to move my fingers across her skin, I realised with a thrill that I could do what I wanted to this naked girl’s body. It didn’t even matter that it was my sister. It was as if I was watching this scene, slightly detached from it, and could therefore study it more intensely. I savoured the freedom with which my fingers roamed across her belly, up to her chest, tracing the lines of her ribs as she wriggled her torso under my gentle tickling.

“Don’t move,” I gently instructed. To my delight, she held still, her back slightly arched and tensed.

“It tickles,” she murmured, her eyes still tightly closed.

“It’s supposed to,” I lied, enjoying this power over my big sister, relishing her strange compliance. “That makes it better. See how long you can stand it.”

So I started this new little game, a game within a game. I don’t know where it came from, but the excitement and arousal I was feeling grew suddenly much more intense as I delighted in being in control, of bringing a little sumptuous torment to my naked, submissive sister.

With the lightest of touches, my fingers played all over her exposed skin. My right hand wormed its way to her nipples, my fingers working rapidly — tickling, tickling. My left hand, working in a similar way, crawled lustfully down to her thighs, tickling again along that sublime little crease that lies in a little girl’s groin, formed by her vulva and thigh.

I stroked along the soft skin on the inside of her thighs and, with the faintest of caresses, like a breath, touched her lightly on her tiny, tight slit.

She opened her eyes then, as a little gasp escaped her moist lips. “Oh!” She stared blankly for a brief moment, as though concentrating on something invisible; something in her mind’s eye. Then, with a sigh, she closed her eyes again.

I whispered, “Open your legs, Kathy.”

She instantly stretched her thighs wide, drawing her heels up almost to her buttocks. Her hips were slightly raised. “That’s it, that’s it,” I said. “Like that. Now don’t move.”

I ran my finger along the length of her slit and bent my head closer, so I could see better what I was doing.

Kathy’s raised hips and stretched legs revealed her to me completely. For the first time, I could see my sister’s anus in complete detail. Strangely, this excited me even more — such a personal, private place. I wanted to touch her there as well, but thought it might be too intrusive and so held back.

I concentrated on her slit.

On her ‘cunt’.

That word again.

Parting the smooth lips with my finger, I continued to rub her. I felt warm wetness as I sought out her ‘button’ and started to play with it.

It wasn’t long before we had set a rhythm. It just seemed natural. The fingers of my left hand caressed her clitoris in time with the undulations of her hips, while my right hand squeezed and stroked her nipples — first one, then the other.

It wasn’t long before Kathy appeared to be approaching the state that I’d reached earlier in the day. Her hips were raised higher, the movements more pronounced. She licked her lips, her breathing more rapid. She started to moan — a strange helpless mewling, like a kitten.

I giggled, couldn’t help it, then carried on with glee, a broad grin on my face. I was doing this to my sister, giving her this fabulous feeling just as Maria had done for me. Maybe Kathy would worship me afterwards, like I did Maria.

I kept going, faster.

Kathy started to heave, and her moans became louder.

Still grinning, I hissed, “Ssshh. Don’t make so much noise!” Remembering how Maria had questioned me in my helplessness, I cruelly asked, “How does it feel? Do you want me to stop?”

But unlike me, Kathy managed a reply. “Don’t stop. Keep doing it. It feels… it feels…”

Then she exploded. I was aware that I was seeing this from the other side. She was completely helpless, completely in my power as she convulsed and heaved beneath me. She clamped her thighs hard on my hand, but I still managed to work on her clitoris — tweaking it and rubbing it as, through lips pressed tightly together, her stifled moans inflamed my lust.

She flung her legs wide as I continued, then squeezed them back together, then wide apart again. Her head rolled from side to side and her hands twitched and flapped as her orgasm slowly, slowly  subsided. Eventually she calmed down.

I removed my hand — trailing a warm and sticky track across her belly as I did so.

She pulled her nightdress down, lay on her side and drew her knees up to her chest. We were both silent for a few moments. Her breathing grew quieter. She turned her face to look at me. A shy smile appeared.

“Next time you should take your clothes off, too,”

She couldn’t see as my hand moved under the bedclothes, slipped inside my pyjamas and felt my wet vagina. She didn’t know that my mind was awash with images of her and Maria, of naked young bodies, slick wet slits, smooth, wide-open thighs. She couldn’t see how, that night, I masturbated for the first time.

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