Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by MsBev

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in December 2005 }

The light of the nearly full moon filters softly in through my frost-covered bedroom window, sending eerie shadows dancing across the walls. As I lie nestled in my warm bed, I watch them swirl around in wild gyrations as if they were performers on stage. They dip and decline, then arch and pirouette in their dance as if choreographed in some elaborate ballet. I am intrigued by the movement, the subtle ways in which they entice me to continue watching them.

My concentration is reluctantly broken as I hear the muffled sound of a car passing along the snow-covered street just beyond my home, then listen carefully as it fades quietly into the distance. I wonder if the driver, coming home late from a job in town, is in a hurried rush to be with loved ones. Or perhaps it is a group of teenagers who stayed too late at a club and are trying to arrive home before their angry parents find them missing from their beds.

As the sound fades, my attention is drawn past the window to the winter-bare branches of the tree that stands just outside. I watch as the darkened branches move and sway in the bitterly cold wind and wonder how it will survive the frigid temperatures that threaten it every year. But it will. I know that because it has done so every year. No matter how cold it becomes in the winter, the tree will bud with new life in the warm spring air.

Absently pulling the warm, down-filled comforter up around my bare shoulders, I smile as I think about what we will be doing in the springtime, once the snow is gone and the grass is vibrant with new life, as are all the leaves on the trees, turning everything into a wild pallet of greens and yellows. Perhaps we will spend time at the park or the beach. Ah, the beach — it’s always lovely when we can explore the shoreline in the spring. There are new and unusual things to find that have become buried in the sandy soil over the course of the cold winter months.

Yes, that’s what we’ll do. We’ll go to the beach, as soon as the warm spring air melts away the last of the blanket of snow that’s covered us for months.

My inner musings dissolve as the door to the room is opened slowly to reveal the young girl of nine standing in the doorway. She is silhouetted in the soft light from the hall, allowing me to see the outline of her body through her nightgown as it falls close to her bare feet. Her long blond hair, tousled about her head, makes her look so innocent as she stands there quietly, waiting. She looks over at me, her eyes pleading for me to give her passage into the safe haven of my bed.

I motion softly to her with a wave of my hand. Even in this dim light, she can see the smile on my face as I pull the blankets aside and beckon her to join me under their warmth.

Quickly shedding her nightgown, she quickly crawls in beside me. I wrap the heavy blanket down around her and pull her naked body into mine. Bending my head slightly, I place just a whisper of a kiss onto her head and inhale deeply the scent of her hair. She smells like warmed cinnamon and apples—fresh and clean.

Her breath is warm against my bare breasts as she wraps an arm around me, pulling herself nearer. I chuckle a little to myself as I wonder if she thinks she can get any closer than we already are. Smiling, I place my lips once more to her spun-gold hair… and she responds by gently kissing me between my breasts. Her lips are so soft, so gentle at first that I almost don’t feel them. Then she kisses me there once more… and I know.

I know what my little girl wants. I let her lead… I almost always do, at first. She often comes to my bed late at night like this when she can not sleep. She is restless, the physical need to be with me burning in her. And with her naked body pressed tightly into mine, I begin to feel my own heat rising.

She looks up at me, searching my eyes for permission. I give her a loving smile, telling her without words that she can continue her exploration. Her hand moves slowly now, down over my back to rest momentarily near the curve of my lower spine. Then gently, she slides it around and brings it up to cup one of my breasts.

A soft thumb begins to brush my nipple, teasing it to stiffness so quickly that it almost surprises me. Shifting my position so that I am lying on my back, I give her easier access to my body. She slowly curls her own body around mine, both her hands on my breasts now.

She enjoys the sensations she causes in me, her ability to make me shiver with a single touch. I know somehow that she is smiling as she lowers her face to my chest, her lips and her tongue lightly tracing the curve of my breasts.

As she explores my body, my own hands begin to move over her sweet skin. She is so tender and petite that I can wrap my arms completely around her. Slipping my hands down to her rounded bottom, I pull her up just a little so that my knee can slide in between her slender legs. She opens them easily for me and rests her smooth vulva against my thigh.

Her mouth opens to cover one of my nipples as her teeth gently close on the aching tip, reflexively sending my head back and my body arching upwards. Her teeth bite down harder now as she flicks my nipple with the tip of her tongue. She knows how much I enjoy this torment, this sweet pain disguised as pleasure, and she is always willing to give me what I need.

My thigh presses upward, pushing harder against her mound as I feel her part her legs further for me. She presses the smoothness of her sex against my thigh, rubbing herself against me in a slow, steady grind. I know what she wants, what she needs, but I make her wait. I want her hunger, her desire to build. The more impatient she is for my loving, the more forceful she will become with me… and that is what I crave from my sweet child most of all.

As her mouth and tongue take turns pleasuring each nipple, I feel her free hand begin a downward slide over my belly. She stops to lightly tease the soft down between my legs. Tickling me, teasing me with her little-girl fingers. I am dripping wet already from her loving attentions… though it never really takes long for her to build this reaction in me. Sliding my legs farther apart to open my cunt for her, I know where she is heading.

My own hands glide over her soft, smooth skin. Sliding one hand beneath her petite body, I slip one finger between her sticky labia… and into her childish body. She moans into my breasts, and I smile as she presses her hips harder against my intruding hand. I love her reactions to my touch — so pure, so instinctive as she begins to rotate her hips hard against me.

She knows that the time for teasing is over. Beginning with two fingers, she pushes them deep into my cunt, sending my body bucking against the bed. My back arches again as I feel her slide another tiny finger into me… then another. A low moaning sound fills the room, and I realize that it is issuing from my own throat. My knees draw up quickly and my thighs fold-out even further when she tucks her thumb into the palm of her hand and pushes her fist into my vagina.

My concentration on her is almost lost in the overwhelming force of her little hand inside of me. I am panting now, my breath coming shallow and rapid as she flexes and pumps into me, one deep, agonizing, delicious stroke at a time.

Needing to reciprocate the pleasure my little girl is giving me, I brush my fingertip against her pudenda, then wriggle it into her now dewy slit as she rocks harder into me.

As I slowly penetrate her, my finger pushing deeper, I feel her warm breath against my skin, coming in a quick, rapid pattern. She gasps, losing her connection to my nipple… and I pull her head back down to me, feeding her my breast. I need to feel her bite down on my nipple as her fist works deeper inside my own open cunt.

She is learning to deal with both things at once now… her own pleasures and those of her lover. I add another finger to my probing of her girlish sex, curving them inside her.

Her hips press hard against me now as she begins a steady grind. Her teeth bite down hard against my nipple as her fingers begin to pinch and twist the other one. Her little fist is now buried deep in me, turning and flexing in the depths of my vagina, sending spasms through my helpless body. I can feel her knuckles scraping the inner walls of my cunt as she fucks me with her hand — hard and deep, the way I love it. The way I taught her.

My own fingers press into her baby-smooth vagina, opening her up just a bit. I love to do this, to fuck her until she screams from the ecstasy of it. She is pounding her hips harder against me now and I can tell she is about to come. I twist my fingers inside her, just as she does with her fist in me. Her mouth releases my aching nipple, her face tilts up to mine. Our eyes meet for the briefest of moments, and then we are kissing passionately, her little tongue darting between my lips. My tongue welcomes hers, emerging to join the dance of love — of lust.

And then we are both moaning into each other’s mouths as our bodies simultaneously begin to shudder and quake in their orgasmic release. I hear her cry out as she comes, her back arched as she thrusts her pelvis down onto my fingers, forcing them in even deeper. My own cunt is convulsing deep within as I come against her little fist.

Our breathing slowly returns to normal as I slide my fingers from her, her own hand slowly leaving my cunt with a wet sound. She gazes dreamily into my eyes, bringing her glistening hand to her mouth, then sucks a sticky finger into her mouth, purring contentedly as she savors the taste of my pussy.

She sighs when she is finished with her treat and snuggles into me… and I wrap both arms around her, holding her close. I love to feel my baby’s heartbeat against mine after this, to know that we have satisfied each other, to relish in the warmth of her next to me, and to know that our loving will continue on another day.

Before we drift off to sleep, I hear her sleepy voice murmur, “Mommy?’

“What, Angel?”

“I love you.”

The End