Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Misty Meadow

The next Saturday morning, we three went shopping at the Portobello Road street market, where Ursula spent lavishly on us, buying clothes that met her approval. After lunch at a French-style bistro, we took the tube to Oxford Circus and walked to Marks and Spencer’s, Britain’s best loved department store. Dresses, tops, shorts, skirts and even underwear were purchased, but when Ashley demanded that Mum buy her a training bra, her request was denied.

“When you have breasts, I’ll buy you a bra, but not until then,” she firmly said. Ashley’s face fell into a pout. As I recall from my own youth, bras are prestige items for flat-chested girls of twelve.

“I never wear a bra, Ashley,” I said, to console her. “There’s no point. I don’t have enough to fill one.” That made her giggle.

“You’ll grow up to be like her, Ashley,” her mother said. “You have one of those slender frames, like ballet dancers and supermodels, and you’ll be so gorgeous you’ll be beating off men with a stick.” And women, I thought.

As for me, I was expecting a few new items, but Ursula went above and beyond, purchasing what added up to an entire new wardrobe for me. When I saw the receipt, I was positively gobsmacked. “You’re not to ever wear those dreary jeans and worn-out shirts again in my house,” she told me, “not unless you’re doing yard work!”

I was thrilled. Now I could abandon my slightly butch look and transform myself into a femme. It made me glad that I’d never cut my hair short. From then on I wore sundresses, or hot pants with short camisoles that revealed my belly button, or mini skirts to show off my long, slender legs. And, of course, that classic little black dress that’s perfect for every occasion, the one Ursula gave me when we first saw each other naked.

*****

Ashley and I had developed a kind of code with our doors. If my bedroom door was shut, she had to knock, and if there was no reply, I was either out or I didn’t want to see her (though the odds of the latter were next to nil). If it was open, however, she could just walk right in. Usually it was open. The same rule applied to her room, as well as the bath that we shared.

I’d occasionally leave the bathroom door open, so that Ashley could get a glimpse of me in my undies, or even in the nude. She was a little more circumspect when it came to her own privacy, and though I longed to see her naked, it never seemed to happen — though I did catch sight of her in panties from time to time.

Weekday mornings didn’t provide much in the way of bathroom intimacy. I’d wake her up and go downstairs to make breakfast, then she’d come downstairs dressed in her short, dark pleated skirt, white cotton blouse and navy blue blazer with its school badge. White ankle socks made her outfit a lot sexier than the school board had ever intended.

We’d share a lovely morning meal together, then I’d escort Ashley to school. She’d always take my hand as I walked with her, and I felt proud to be in the presence of this little angel.

But I didn’t make any kind of move on her, not yet. It was too early. I had to cement my relationship with her mum first, so that if, at some later date, Ashley and I were caught in a compromising situation, I’d have the leverage I needed to stay out of jail.

*****

I was playing a serious game of seduction with Ursula, though I always maintained the outward appearance of a model employee. I found out from Ashley that she thought highly of me, and one day I happened to hear Ursula on the phone, telling a friend that I was, “an absolute treasure — the best au pair I’ve ever had.”

There were evenings when Ursula would be out at the theatre, a dinner party or some other social event, and wouldn’t get back until after I’d gone to bed. However, she did spend some nights at home. Those evenings, while Ashley was sleeping, I’d commit some outrageous act of lewd sexual conduct, displaying my nude or partially nude body to her. For example, one night I slipped into Ursula’s bedroom while she was reading and stood before her, dressed only in my white cotton Marks and Spencer’s knickers, which I then slowly tugged down to my knees. She could only stare with hungry eyes as my freshly shaved cunt was put on display for her, bit by bit. I slowly trailed a finger through my slit, brought it to my lips to taste, then turned and left the room without a word.

The more I teased her, the more attractive I found her. Eventually, I allowed Ursula to touch me for the first time. It happened in her den, a small lounge that she’d converted into a cozy little office. I’d just brought her a drink as she toiled away at her computer, and as I stood next to her, she reached out to touch my knee. I could have moved away, but instead chose to let her slide that hand up the inside of my thigh until she reached the gates of heaven. She pressed her fingers against the crotch of my knickers, which were already moist.

I bent down to whisper in her ear, “Care to take a shower with me?”

Her face seemed to glow with mixed excitement and anticipation — but Ursula kept her cool, simply saying “Why, yes, I do believe I would enjoy that… very much.” Switching off the computer with a few deft flicks of her fingers, she rose to her feet and took my hand, leading me into the tiled paradise that was her bathroom.

She lovingly undressed me and let me do the same to her, then we climbed into a shower cubicle spacious enough to accomodate a racehorse. There, under the hot waterfall, she and I soaped each other all over until her hand strayed between my thighs — then, she hesitated.

“Go on,” I said, “wash my cunt. Get it clean, deep inside. Put your fingers into me.” A choked gasp escaped my throat as Ursula did just that, penetrating me with a single twisting thrust. It felt heavenly. “Ah, yes, that feels so fucking good. Fuck me, lover, fuck me with your fingers! Oh, my God, I’m gonna come!” I wasn’t faking it, either — she really did get me off in a big way. Then I got her to lean against the wall of the shower and did her from behind with three fingers, pumping hard and fast until I’d made her come twice.

Somehow, I was able to wall off my intense love for Ashley from my mere physical attraction to Ursula, and thus I felt no guilt at all about seducing the mother. I told myself it was just the means to an end, a way to ensure that she would come to trust me implicitly, allowing me unfettered access to her daughter.

One late night, I heard Ursula coming up to the second floor, an area she seldom visited. I quickly slipped into the bathroom, leaving the door open, pulled my knickers down to my ankles and sat on the loo, leaning back, waiting. She came in, her face alight with pure lust, and dropped to her knees in front of me. I spread my knees apart and slid my bum to the edge of the toilet seat, presenting myself to her. She leaned in and began to lick me.

The whole thing was insanely hot. There I was, having my cunt licked by my cultured, sophisticated, almost aristocratic employer, who was down on her knees in obeisance, worshiping me. Worshiping my cunt.

Sensing that I was close to climax, she lifted her head. “Come for me, Misty. Let me make you come, my sexy lesbian angel. God, I want you so fucking much.” And she pressed her mouth into my dripping hole once more, probing me with an eager tongue. I came in seconds. She carried me through the earthquake of my orgasm, them sat back, a look of perfect happiness on her face.

The following night, after she was asleep, I crept naked into her bedroom and carefully slipped between the sheets. She came awake with a start. I put my mouth close to her ear and whispered, “I’m gonna eat your pussy, Mrs. Urquart.” My pretence at formality only added spice to what I was about to do. “I’m gonna lick your hot, wet cunt, and then I’m gonna suck on your clit until you blow up like a fireworks factory accident! Now lie back, lock your fingers behind your head and spread those legs nice and wide.”

I went down on her with all the lust I’d been holding in these last few weeks, my tongue savagely probing her and attacking her clit like a mini punch bag, working four fingers deep inside her cunt. She was so wet that I was able to fold my thumb in and press my whole hand into her vagina, up to my wrist. I’d always wondered if fisting would be painful, but Ursula took my invasion without a word of complaint. She came so hard that I was nearly thrown from the bed. Hell, I came without even touching myself, lost in the pure lewdness of it all.

Afterwards, she invited me to stay with her for the rest of the night, but I declined. I told her I didn’t want this thing between us to burn out too quickly, insisting that we needed to ration ourselves to one or two nights a week. I didn’t tell her it was because I wanted to be near Ashley.

*****

Ursula was now practically eating out of my hand, though outwardly we maintained the employer/employee façade. She’d given me a pay raise and was regularly presenting me with gifts, dresses, a pair of expensive pumps to match the little black dress, some costume jewelry and a watch. I continued to do as good a job as possible with my chores, while attending AA meetings regularly.

One evening, I invited Ursula and Ashley to an ‘open’ meeting, one where non-alcoholics could attend, and the group secretary invited me to be the principal speaker. I shared my history with the whole room.

“My name’s Misty, and I’m an alcoholic,” I began in the traditional way. I was a little nervous about sharing the sordid details of my past with Ashley — there are things I did during my days of heavy boozing that still shame me to think on them — but in the end, I felt it was best to be honest about myself with the girl I loved. Besides, I figured that this was an ideal way to let her know, in a subtle way, that I was a lesbian.

When I finished, everyone applauded, and little Ashley stood, clapping as hard as she could, a beaming smile on her face.

On the way home, she practically gushed about how brave I’d been, how impressed she was that I’d turned my life around. My strategy had paid off; Ashley had a higher opinion of me than ever.

Now I was practically a member of the family. It was time to make my move.

Funny thing, though — Ashley beat me to it. The very next afternoon, in Ashley’s bedroom, after she’d done her homework, I stood, stretched and, said, “Good job, love… now I need to take a shower.”

“I need a shower, too!” she exclaimed. Did she anticipate my next question? Before I could ask, she said, “Hey, let’s shower together. It’ll be fun!”

Fun? That was her word for it? Would winning the lottery be “fun”? Will heaven be “fun”?

Whatever her reasons, this was an opportunity I’d have been a cretin to pass up. “Sure!” I replied, lifting my sundress over my head and carelessly casting it aside. I sat down on the end of her bed in my knickers and watched Ashley she dropped her skirt and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Beneath it was a white cotton tank top vest, making her seem more like a little girl than ever.

“Oh, Ashley,” I gushed, “you’ve no idea how cute you look.”

She glanced at herself in the mirrored closet doors, then back at me. “You mean ‘sexy’,” she said, grinning.

“Oh, that too. You’re incredibly sexy.”

“I know you think that. Know how I know? Cause of the way you look at me.”

My pulse was beginning to race. “Look at you? Like how?”

“It’s something in your eyes… like you’re starving and I’m a big, sizzling steak.”

“Oh, you certainly sizzle, Ashley.”

Giggling, she turned to face me as she slid her knickers down, stepping out of them and tossing the plain white underpants over to me. They were warm from her body, and it took every ounce of strength I had to keep from pressing them to my face, breathing in her sweet scent. Instead, I carefully placed them on her bed.

Meanwhile, Ashley was lifting her vest over her head, then shaking her hair free — taking her time, as if she didn’t want me to miss a thing.

“Ta-daah!” she sang, stretching her arms out wide as her vest hit the floor. “Whoopee, now I’m naked! Am I still sexy?”

“Oh, my God,” I whispered, scarcely able to breathe. “You’re… you’re perfect.”

I was unable to tear my eyes away from her body. She had the figure of a young boy — thin limbs, flat chest, narrow hips and no pubic hair in sight. How could I have forgotten how lovely, how desirable little girls are? I asked myself.

She aroused an intense fire of lust in me, making my body throb like heavy machinery. My cunt was already dripping wet, and if she’d stood there for a few more seconds, I think I’d have come, hands off, just from the sight of her. Staring all the while, I rose to my feet, stripped off my own knickers, then straightened, silently presenting myself.

Ashley’s gaze ran up and down my body — making me shiver, stripping me even nuder than I already was.

“No, I’m not perfect,” she said, suddenly serious. “I’m too thin. It’s you — you’re the one who’s perfect.”

I took hold of her hands, pulled her close to me and looked down into her big, dark eyes. Her body was just inches from mine.

“I like thin girls,” I said, my voice soft and warm. “I especially like slender girls who aren’t shy about being naked, girls like us who love to show themselves off without a stitch of clothing, girls who are proud of their bodies — who know how to melt another girl’s heart, just by letting her look.” I put my hands on her waist. “I like girls who are blossoming, just on the verge of becoming women.” I let my palms slip around her body, then slide down to cup her pert bottom. “I like girls with nice firm bums.” I squeezed her buttocks, drawing her body firmly against my own, then ran my hands up the sides of her torso. “I like a girl whose ribs I can count, girls with perfectly flat chests.” My thumbs found her nipples, teased them. “Girls whose breasts will one day develop into sweet little boobs, with hard nipples for me to play with.” I could her breathing quicken as my arms twined around her back. “And I like girls with pretty red lips, lips that are begging to be kissed.”

Ashley’s face was tilted up to mine, her eyes shining as if she’d been enchanted. The moment was right, the stars in perfect alignment.

I bent down until my mouth met hers in a tender kiss. Her lips were soft and warm, slightly parted, inviting the tip of my tongue to gently probe inside and touch the tip of hers, like a handsome prince meeting his princess for the first time. Through her nose, Ashley’s warm breath bathed my cheek. I swore for an instant that I could feel the excited beat of her heart as she pressed her body against mine. Gently breaking our kiss, I opened my eyes to gaze into hers again, then ran one hand over her hip, across her flat tummy and down to her hairless mound.

I spoke again. “But best of all, I like innocent little girls like you, still baby-smooth between their legs, who’ve never enjoyed the tender touch of another girl’s hand on their sweet treasure.” My hand was covering her slit, the middle finger gliding along its length. I let my finger tip gently move up and down, parting her moist lips without actually penetrating her.

Her body trembled, and then she said something that I’ll never forget. “Oh, Misty…” she whispered, “I love you. I think I’ve been in love with you since the moment we met.”

“I love you too, my darling, from right when you walked in through the front door on that first afternoon.”

We never made it into the shower. I backed my little lover up until her calves hit the end of the bed and she fell backwards, pulling me with her. I rolled to one side to take my weight off her and we kissed again. This time she thrust her tongue deep into my mouth, then sucked on mine.

I felt Ashley lift one leg, pushing it between my thighs, against my cunt. I responded, pressing my own thigh between hers. We began to move together, our bodies enveloped in a searing blaze of pure lust. I could have fucked her until we both came, right then, right there. But I had a deeper need, one that couldn’t wait.

I broke away from her and rolled onto my side, unable to keep myself from pausing to look at Ashley’s bare body.

She was confused. “What’s the matter? Why’d you stop?”

I placed a reassuring hand on her thigh. “There’s something I’ve wanted to do to you all these weeks, my love… something I dreamed about, that night after we first met.”

With those words, Ashley was all smiles again — so sweetly vulnerable, gazing at me with adoring eyes. “You can do anything you want to me,” she murmured. “Anything at all.”

Leaning in close, I whispered in her ear, “I’m going to kiss you down there.”

I half-expected a measure of reluctance from such an innocent girl, but her face immediately lit up. “Oh, yes! Yes, Misty, do that, please!”

I rose, padded around to the foot of the bed and knelt down on the floor between Ashley’s feet, which were hanging over the end. Without a word, she spread her legs wide apart for me — which caused her slit to open ever so slightly, like a budding pink rose. She was visibly moist. I paused, transfixed by the sight.

My heart soared as a tiny droplet of her nectar oozed forth, slowly trickling down toward the crease of her anus — and I quickly burrowed between my little lover’s thighs to capture it with my tongue, its flavor filling my mouth, making me want more.

Leaning in, I pressed my lips to Ashley’s vagina. My heart was pounding as I penetrated her — slipping my tongue into her, then dragging it up to her tiny clit. I heard her gasp, felt her hips thrust toward me, silently asking for more. So I went to work, going down on her, using every trick I’d ever learned to arouse her, drive her wild.

She was making little mewling noises, digging her fingers into my scalp. “Oh, oh, Misty! I love you so much! D-don’t stop! Ohmigod! Oh, this is s-so…” Her sentence trailed away, left unfinished as she began to shiver, clutching my head as if to make sure that I didn’t stop licking her.

Suddenly she let out a high-pitched shriek, then a long low moan… and I knew that she’d come. My heart swelled with joy. After weeks of unfulfilled longing for this beautiful girl, I’d finally made her mine.

She lay panting, her legs quivering very slightly as I placed a few gentle kisses on her slit. Soon, her breath  grew calm once more, and I lifted my head to get a glimpse of her flushed face.

Her eyes met mine, wide with wonder. “So that’s what an orgasm is like,” she said. “You made me come, Misty, you actually made me come! It was amazing! I’ve never felt anything like that before, not even when I touch myself in bed at night!” She struggled up into a sitting position. “Do it again, Misty, make me come again… no, wait a minute! I wanna make you come. I wanna lick you down there!”

So enthusiastic, so full of life… at that moment, she seemed more like a girl of seven or eight, and it made me love her all the more. “Oh, my sweet darling angel. Yes, do it to me. Make me explode with joy. I’m so turned on, it won’t take long.”

Climbing onto the bed, I stretched out on my back, my thighs spread invitingly. Ashley knelt between them, reaching out to caress my cunt. “You have such a pretty pussy, Misty…” she whispered, then bent down to take that first kiss.

She did to me exactly what I’d done to her, copying my techniques like the brilliant student she was, driving me crazy until an orgasm swept me away like a tsunami, enveloping me in a liquid wave of pure lust. When I came back to the surface, gasping for breath, she was lying next to me, her head on my chest, toying with one of my nipples.

“I’m in heaven, Misty,” she said. “I’m sooo in love with you. I’ll always love you, until the day I die.”

Or until puberty hits, I thought, and you discover boys. Frowning, I pushed that ugly thought out of my head. I was in love with her just as much as she loved me, and I wasn’t going to spoil things by worrying about the future.

And speaking of the future… I stole a glance at the clock above Ashley’s desk.

“Let’s take that shower we were talking about before, Ashley… we need to get this sex smell washed off. If your mum caught a whiff of us now, she’d know exactly what we just did.”

“Oh, yeah… I guess we better, huh?”

Turning to Ashley, I gave her what I hoped was a sobering look. “Listen to me, love. You and I have to be scrupulously careful not to let her find out about this… or anyone else, for that matter. What we just did could put me in jail for a long time.”

“I’d never tell Mum a thing — or anyone else.”

“Good girl. But don’t forget, she could also figure it out if we accidentally left a clue behind.”

She knitted her brow. “Like what?”

“Like leaving my knickers in your room.” I rolled off the bed and looked for them. Turned out they’d somehow been kicked under the bed. Placing them with the rest of my clothes, I took Ashley’s hand and pulled her to her feet, embraced and kissed her, then led her into the bathroom.

Washing her all over was a thrill all of its own. I soaped her, every little bit of her, from between her toes to shampooing her hair. I closely inspected every inch of her body, running my fingers around her armpits to see if she was ticklish there (she was), kneeling before her to look for pubic hair and happily finding none. I burned the memory into my brain so I’d be able to lie in my bed and use images of this wet, naked nymph to bring myself off. Finally I rinsed her off, and we shared a long, deep kiss.

Ashley was impatient to wash me so I stood, leaning back against the tiles, my feet spread far apart, She took the bottle of grapefruit-scented liquid soap, squirted a generous amount into the palm of her hand and began to lather me all over. She did a good but somewhat perfunctory until she came to my cunt — then she dropped to her knees, spread me open and inserted one, then two fingers inside. “Give me another,” I told her, and it slid in with ease.

I thought about getting Ashley to fist me. It was something I’d fantasised about (all the more so since I did it to her mother), but I’d never had a lover who could have gotten her hand into my vagina without wrecking me inside… not until now. I was sure Ashley would be willing, too, but that might’ve been a bridge too far. It would hurt, at least somewhat, and I’d have some difficulty persuading her that the pain was worth it. She was only twelve, after all — still a little girl in so many ways, still with an air of innocence that I found so endearing, so exciting.

Oh, well. I’d file my fisting fantasy away for another time. Instead, I would teach her another way to pleasure a woman…

“Let me show you this special way that one girl can fuck another, Ashley. It’s amazing. If you do it properly, I’ll go off like a rocket.”

“Cool!” she squealed, looking up at me. “What is it? What do I do?”

I gently grasped her wrist. “First, pull out for a second.” She gave a little pout, but did as I asked. “Oh, don’t fret, girl — you’ll be back in there soon enough.” That made her giggle. “Okay, now with your hand like this,” I turned her wrist so that her palm faced upward, “put your pointer and your middle finger back in, all the way.” As she entered me, I began to rub my clit. “Now… hook the tips of those finger toward yourself, and press hard.” She did, and a surge of ecstasy began to swiftly rise through me, stealing my breath away. ”Oh, yes, just like that!” I tweaked my clit, adding fuel to the fire — and that’s when it hit me.

My knees buckled and I nearly slid to the floor as another orgasm blew me to bits, ranting at Ashley all the while. “Ohhhhh! Oh, Ashley that f-feels so wonderful, m-my God yes, I’m — I’m coming!” Blindly reaching out, I seized my young lover, pulled her to me and held her body against mine as I shook helplessly.

As my pleasure faded to a warm glow, I allowed myself to slump down the tiled wall of the shower cubicle until I was sitting on the floor. I took a few deep breaths, then opened my eyes.

Ashley was looking at me, a mixture of adoration and pride on her face.

“I like making you come,” she murmured. “It’s almost as good as coming myself.” She glanced between my legs. “Um… can I have my hand back, pretty please?”

Oops. I didn’t realize that Ashley’s fingers were still buried in my cunt. With a sheepish smile, I parted my legs, allowing her to withdraw from me.

Emerging from the shower, we took turns drying each other off, exchanged a few more kisses, then went to our respective rooms to dress. Once I’d tidied myself up, I made my way downstairs to fix dinner, practically walking on air with each step.

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