Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Andrea’s Story, Part Two

By Cheryl Taggert 

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I felt relaxed as Andrea continued her story by telling us how she and her cousin, Belinda, were caught by Belinda’s mom. The orgasm I’d had moments ago had satisfied me, at least for the time being. Lisa, too, look satisfied.

I knew, however, that we would easily be ready for another several orgasms soon.

“Well, like I said, Belinda’s mom is my aunt. She’s my mom’s younger sister. And one night I was staying at Belinda’s for the weekend because my mom had to go out of town for her job. Belinda’s room was just down the hall from her mom’s, and we had started making out before having sex with each other, like we did every chance we got. Or should I say ‘get’?” Andrea said, referring to the fact the two cousins still had sex with each other.

“Oh, well. Doesn’t matter I guess. Anyway, we were kissing and all and we’d taken off our pj’s and were naked, lying under the covers really close to each other. I had started sucking Belinda’s boobie when I heard a noise outside in the hallway. I sat up and Belinda asked what was wrong. I said I thought I’d heard a noise in the hall, and she said she didn’t hear anything but she’d check on it. Well, when she got up to check, I definitely heard something out there. It sounded like bare feet on the carpeting, running down the hall toward Aunt Shelby’s room.

“I knew what that meant. We’d been caught. The odd thing was, though, that my aunt hadn’t said anything or done anything. In fact, she’d run to her room instead of talking to us about what we’d been doing. I mean, any dummy could see we were naked, at least from the waist up, and we had been kissing and I was sucking a nipple.”

“So what happened then?” I asked, wondering myself why Belinda’s mother hadn’t said or done anything.

“Belinda eased her door open, but of course her mom had vanished into her own room. She came back to bed, and we were scared to start up again. I wondered if we had just dodged a bullet or something, and that maybe we hadn’t been caught after all.”

“But had you?” Lisa asked. I looked at her and smiled at her enthusiasm to hear what happened, even though I had made her promise not to talk or ask questions during the interviews.

“Well, yeah, but I’m getting to that. So we sort of argued about it for a while, and by that time we’d sorta lost the desire, you know? So we ended up going to sleep without doing anything else, though neither of us put our pj’s back on.

“So anyway, Belinda sleeps like the dead, but I’m a real light sleeper. I had gone to sleep but suddenly I woke up. I mean I was, like, totally awake in less than a second. I realized I’d heard a sound in the bedroom. At first I thought it might be Belinda either going to or coming back from the bathroom, but a quick movement of my foot to her side of the bed let me know she was still in bed, zonked out.

“Then I heard the sound again. It was a small moan.” Andrea looked at us with a sort of mischief in her gaze, realizing we both knew where this was going.

I said nothing, though, waiting for Andrea to continue her story.

“So I pretended to still be asleep. I knew it was my aunt in the room, but I had no idea why or what had caused that sound. I mean, I was only eleven at the time, so what it turned out to be was not in my mind as something that could happen. Then I felt the covers moving. It took me a second, but I realized my aunt was pulling the covers down, exposing our naked bodies. I could feel the cool air from the room on my body as the covers eased down.

“I still didn’t figure out what she was doing. I mean, it never occurred to me that my aunt could get turned on looking at us like that, you know? But she was definitely exposing our naked bodies. I heard another moan, along with the same sound my fingers made when my pussy was really wet and I was touching myself.

“That’s when it hit me. Aunt Shelby was masturbating! I mean, it was this huge revelation to me. I didn’t know adults did that. For some reason, I thought only kids did it.

“Anyway, by this time the covers were off of us and our naked bodies were there for Aunt Shelby to see. Then it hit me that she was enjoying looking at her own daughter’s nude body. I was on my side, my butt pointed towards my aunt. I began to wonder if she might touch us, but after a moment, I realized she wasn’t going to do that. I guess molesting one of us in our sleep was crossing the line. But, boy, she sure looked. She squatted down to where she could see our pussies. I had one leg hiked up, so she could see my slit if she looked at us from the proper angle. I heard her moan again, this time a bit louder, and I wondered if she was going to have an orgasm.

“I decided to pretend to turn over in my sleep, but of course I was anything but asleep. My pussy was on fire, it seemed, aching to be touched. I realized I wanted Aunt Shelby to touch me there. To bring me to a climax with her fingers. So I made a sort of grunting sound and turned over, spreading my legs as I did and lying on my back.

“I heard Aunt Shelby freeze where she was, obviously afraid I had woke up. But when I didn’t do or say anything, she continued rubbing herself. I managed to open my eyes just a little bit and saw Aunt Shelby standing beside the bed. The room was mostly dark, lit only by the dim nightlight Belinda kept in her room. My face was in shadow, so I knew she wouldn’t be able to see my eyes were slits instead of fully closed.

“She was wearing her nightgown, a red and black chemise, but she wasn’t wearing any panties that I could see. One breast was exposed, and she was playing with her tit with her left hand while her right hand was massaging her clit. As I watched my aunt, her hand became very active, rubbing her slit really fast as she stared down at my nudity.

“Then she started to come. I was fascinated. Her body shook as her hand flew over her clit. She grunted several times, but kinda soft like she was trying to stay quiet. And she was breathing hard in time to the spasms. When she finally finished her orgasm, I watched as she brought the hand that had been on her pussy up to her face. She sniffed her fingers then put them in her mouth, sucking the juices off.

“I swear I thought I was going to come right then and there with her in the room with me. Then she came over to my side of the bed and started pulling the covers up again. I nearly fainted, though, when she spoke to me.”

“‘Did you like that?'” she asked.

“I guess I could have continued pretending to be asleep, but her words surprised me so much I didn’t even think of that. So instead of trying to pretend, I said, ‘huh?’ and she smiled at me.

“Then she said something like, ‘I saw you watching me, honey. It’s okay. I know what you and Belinda do together. Your mom and I did the same things when we were younger. In fact, we recently reacquainted ourselves with each other in that way.’ I really thought I was going to faint.

“She touched my shoulder and leaned over to kiss me goodnight. She was moving toward my cheek, but I moved to where she would kiss my lips instead. She drew back the instant her lips touched mine. I could feel her eyes on me. She must have wondered if what I’d done was on purpose or not, and if it was, what that would mean.”

My pussy was soaking wet again, and without preamble I slipped my hand inside my shorts. The blinds on the windows prevented anyone from outside the room from seeing us, so we were safe from being caught.

Glancing at Lisa, I saw she had her feet up in her chair and her knees spread slightly. Her right hand was draped outside her right thigh and she already had two fingers inside her vagina and was pumping away. I was surprised I’d not noticed that she’d started masturbating. Looking at Andrea, I saw her grin before pushing her own hand inside her shorts once again.

“So,” I said. “Go on with your story.”

“Yes, well, uh, sh- she asked me if I meant for her to kiss my lips and I said I did. Then she pulled me to her and kissed me the way Belinda and I had kissed. Her tongue was inside my mouth and mine was inside hers. I felt her hand move down my body, stopping for a moment to feel my small bumps that passed for boobies. Then her hand traveled down my tummy, stopping just above my slit.

“She asked me if I was sure I wanted this to happen, and I said I did. Then her fingers were on my clit, rubbing me there. She stopped kissing me and said something about how wet I was. Then we were kissing again, and I could feel my orgasm rushing up on me. Then I was coming. My pussy was so wet I could feel the juices running down into my butt crack. My aunt continued rubbing me until I had finished coming. Then she glanced at Belinda before motioning for me to follow her.

“Getting out of the bed, I did as she wanted, following her into her bedroom. I was still naked, of course, but she was still wearing her chemise. She took that off and we were both naked, standing there in her room.

“She made sure I was aware that she could go to jail if I told anyone about what we were about to do. I told her I understood and wouldn’t say a word to anyone, not even Belinda, though I knew I would probably break that part of the promise. After all, she’d spent a good bit of time staring at her own daughter’s naked body. I knew she had the hots for her and wanted to see if I could get them together.

“Aunt Shelby kissed me as we stood there in her bedroom. Then she guided me onto her bed, where she had me lie back and spread my legs. I knew what she planned to do. What surprised me was that she stopped to explain it to me.

“I told her I knew all about oral sex and that Belinda and I enjoyed it. She was surprised by that, I could tell. I think she may have thought we only liked to touch each other or hump each other or something. I even thought how if I hadn’t heard her outside the door earlier, she would have gotten first-hand knowledge that we were very experienced with licking each other.

“Then she asked me if I would play with myself while she watched for a moment, but not to come. I did it while she watched, and she told me she and my mom used to watch each other masturbate all the time when they were kids. I was amazed she and my mother had done this when they were my age, and even more surprised that they had started doing it together again.

“After a moment of watching my fingers toying with my slit, she brought my hand to her mouth and licked it clean. I wanted to taste her, too, but decided to wait to ask her if I could. It was funny that I thought she might not want me to. Anyway, she crawled between my spread legs and started licking my bald pussy. I was only eleven, as I said, and I didn’t have any hair down there yet.

“She kept tonguing my slit and kissing my clit until I couldn’t take it anymore. I came about as hard as I’d ever come in my life. I remember thinking how incredible it was and that I couldn’t seem to make my thighs stop trembling from the force of my climax.

“I decided to ask her if I could lick her pussy. I figured all she could say was ‘no’ and that would be that. Of course, she loved the idea, but only if I really wanted to do it. She assured me she could bring herself off if I didn’t want to do anything to her, but I told her it would be amazing if she would let me.

“So she lay back on her bed and I moved to her pussy. She had hair, still does, but it was trimmed neatly to prevent the hair getting in the way too much. I began to lick her and she responded as if I was the most wonderful cunt lapper she’d ever met.

“In the middle of it all, I stopped. She was obviously on the verge of coming, but I wanted to be sure to say this while she was really horny. I told her that I knew she’d also been looking at Belinda, and I thought if she wanted to do anything with her that she would be willing. I ended my plea by saying that Belinda loves sex a lot and had said her mom was the sexiest woman she’d ever seen. Then I mentioned that Belinda would sometimes masturbate while thinking of her. That surprised her, of course, and I can assure you it didn’t take long before Belinda was sleeping in her mother’s bed more often than in her own. And when I was there, we’d all sleep in there with her.”

I heard Lisa coming, and it set me off as well. My fingers were plunging in and out of my pussy while my thumb made contact with my clit. Andrea, too, had her own orgasm before we all melted onto our chairs to recover from the sexual crescendo we had each experienced.

As I stared into Andrea’s eyes, she pulled her clothes off and got on her knees in front of me.

“May I?” she asked. I looked over at Lisa, who looked doubtful.

“Are you going to do Lisa, too?” I asked.

“If she wants me to,” Andrea said, hope for a positive response evident in her tone.

“What do you think?” I asked my lover. “It’s up to you. I won’t be angry if the answer’s no.”

Lisa looked down at Andrea, who said, “I’m really good. Been doing this since I was eleven, after all.”

“Do you want it?” she asked.

“You know I always want it, but this is up to you. You know I could wait until we got to my place,” I said, meaning I could wait until she did it to me later.

“No, it’s fine,” she said. Then she looked at Andrea. “This is a one time thing. Okay?”

“Sure,” Andrea said. Then it must have hit her. “You two are lovers?”

“Yes,” I said. “She has my heart, even if lots of girls have my pussy.”

We all laughed at that, but it was true.

While Andrea licked my pussy as if there were no tomorrow, and in a sense I suppose there wasn’t for her and me, Lisa and I made out, my lover’s hands moving to my boobs and pinching my nipples to make the things Andrea was doing to me better.

After I came, Andrea moved to Lisa and began tonguing her pussy.

“Mmmm,” Andrea said. “You’re as delicious as Cheryl.”

Soon, Lisa was bucking her hips into Andrea’s mouth and coming. Andrea, meanwhile, was rubbing herself once again and coming with my lover.

We all sat back to catch our breath after the series of orgasms we’d had during this most wonderful interview.

“Thank you,” I said to Andrea.

“My pleasure, I assure you,” she answered as her smile turned into a yawn.

I was tired, too.

Then there was a knock at the door. We all scrambled to get dressed as the girl on the other side of the door knocked again, with an, “I know someone’s in there. I saw you before.”

When we were dressed, though still looking slightly disheveled, I opened the door, saying, “Sorry, I must have locked it by mistake.”

The girl entered the room. “Ms. Putnam says your time’s up,” she said. “I’m meeting some people I’m doing a joint project with in five–“

She stopped talking and suddenly sniffed the air. The room, I realized, must reek of pussy. It was now fairly obvious what had been going on just minutes ago.

The girl smiled and said, “I’d tell you to have a nice day, but I think those wishes would be too late.”

Lisa, Andrea, and I started laughing as we left the small room. As we exited, Andrea said, “Don’t knock it til you’ve tried it.”

“Who said I’m knocking it?” the girl said. “And who said I’ve not tried it?”

We parted as Andrea said about the girl who’d nearly caught us with our pants literally down, “I wonder if she’s single?”

We left the building, still laughing.

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