Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Androgyne

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

As I step out of the shower, I realise how a vampire is supposed to feel when the thirst is on her. The hunger, the need — it takes priority over all other considerations, and the need is on me tonight, burning hard and deep.

Barely rubbed dry, I dump my towel onto the bathroom’s tiled floor and stride into the bedroom. Reaching for the body mist canister, on the dressing table, I envelop my naked body in a flowery haze, as I stand in front of the mirror. Still looking pretty good for forty-one, I tell myself.

I’m tallish though not towering, heavy breasts above the firm curve of my belly that bounce slightly as I move. My rounded thighs meet in the shaven triangle of my vulva and the damp sheen on my pouting labia isn’t just from the shower. I’m horny as hell and I need to get laid right away. Past time to get dressed and out to search for what I need to scratch my sexy itch.

On nights like these, the keyword is lightly-dressed. No panties or bra for starters, no stockings or tights… just a short pleated skirt, white blouse, and a pair of light moccasins since I’m driving.

I run a comb through my medium length brown hair, scoop up the car keys from the dresser, and then scamper downstairs toward the front door, pausing only to pick up my wallet before tapping in the alarm code to secure the house. Closing the front door behind me, I turn the key in the deadlock. The alarm on my people carrier bleeps as I press on the fob while trotting towards the big vehicle.

It’s late September, though the weather is still mild. If I feel a chill later there’s always the car’s heater, and I’ve a nylon windbreaker on the back seat. Sliding behind the steering wheel, I turn on the engine and reverse out of the driveway and into the crescent. Driving off into the gathering darkness, I know exactly where I’m heading for, Concert Road, and the area off it. It’s a happy hunting ground, most times!

The Concert, as its known locally, is an area of little housing and less shops. It’s mainly light industrial premises, so after dark it’s pretty much deserted. That is, until the working girls come out to play. At this time of night, I expect to find just what I’m looking for and badly need, someone to put out the fires building deep inside me the only way they can be extinguished — with a warm, wet mouth on my pussy.

I know this area like the back of my hand, so I’m there in no time. The first one I spot is pacing near a set of traffic lights. She’s not unattractive. but heavy built. I prefer them slender or skinny, so I cruise on by. The next qualifies on physique, but she looks really rough. I figure she’s on drugs or sick or both, so I pass her by as well.

Turning onto Calder Street, I can see someone in the distance, drawing closer. I begin to think, This could be the one.

She’s standing in the mouth of an alley, under a sodium street light. In the orange glow I can begin to make the girl out as I slow down to halt just short of her hangout. From here I can see that she’s tall, thin, young, and blond. In fact she’s really young, which suits me fine. The younger they are, the keener they are to please, less likely to just go through the motions. I flick the headlights on and off a couple of times to attract the girl’s attention, then wait as she ambles over.

There’s a chance she won’t take a lady customer; some of the girls and ladies won’t. That seems strange to me — why would a street girl who’ll take a cock up her rear without a condom have a problem with fingering a lady’s pussy?

At least I feel fairly confident that the police won’t be bothering me. They periodically have a blitz on kerb crawlers, but they’re hardly likely to worry about a lady who stops to ask for directions from someone standing on a corner. Also, in their innocence, they seem to find it hard to believe that a housewife would be out to pick up a hooker.

Coming nearer, I can see that this girl is really young. She’s loaded on the makeup, but looks no more than thirteen, and she’s kitted out about as provocatively as she can be. Her calf-length boots are loose on her because her legs are thin, as are her thighs — clearly visible, since her skirt is as brief as one of those fringe things you wrap around a birthday cake. Up close now, I can even see a flash of her panties. These are black, of course, and through the fine mesh of the girl’s blouse, her tiny breasts and perky little nipples draw my eyes.

Tapping the switch to roll down the window, I slide over to her side to make my play. “You wanna do some business, baby?”

She looks cool and unconcerned as she shrugs and moves closer, right up to my car’s door.

“Sure, lady, why not? I don’t do rough stuff and I don’t let my customers do it to me. Otherwise, anything goes.”

Jesus, she’s just what I’m after. I’m getting excited and hot just looking at her. The girl’s face is thin — like her body, but just as pretty, while her blond hair is fine, silky and cut really short.

Swinging open the passenger door, I gesture her inside. When she settles on the seat, that tiny skirt rides up high over her thin thighs to reveal the taut triangle of those skimpy black panties. She’s also wearing black and yellow hooped stockings, folded over just above her knees.

God, I want this so badly I’m shaking. “What’s your name, baby?”

“Chrissie! Christine, really, but everyone calls me Chrissie.”

“Okay, Chrissie. I’ll drive us somewhere quiet, where we won’t be disturbed. Do you know Purslow Park? Plenty of privacy there.”

Flipping open the glove compartment, I scramble a thin sheaf of banknotes out of my wallet and hand them to her. “Is that okay with you?”

She folds them and pushes them into the breast pocket of her blouse, scarcely seeming to look at them — but I’m sure she knows exactly what I’m paying her.

The girl dazzles me with a smile. “Lady, for that you get whatever you want, as often as you want!”

I’ve started the car once she’s hooked up her seat belt and we’re away down the deserted street. My hand drops onto her lean thigh to gently caress it.

“How long have you been doing this, baby? Don’t your folks worry about where you are at this time of night?”

She makes a face. “What the fuck do you care? Are you a social worker? You wanna talk, or do you want me to screw you?”

“Calm down baby, I’m just asking. You got paid and I’m gonna get fucked as good as you can do me. I’m just curious is all.”

“Oh, well I don’t suppose it’ll hurt to tell you. Dad’s in gaol, and Mum’s pissed most of the time. I do this for the money, what else? If I didn’t I’d have nothing to wear and fuck all to eat half the time. Are you happy, now you know?”

“I’m happy we’re heading for the park, baby. We’ll be there soon.”

The dark skies have now descended into a steady rain, which is good since not much will be moving in the park. The windscreen wipers are on fast, and my fingers are pressing against the crotch of Chrissie’s lacy panties.

She eases back in her seat and makes a noise a little like a cat purring. “You’re paying me, y’know! Do you get off on this?”

“My name’s Francis; my friends call me Frankie. And yes, I do get off on this. I love feeling up a girl and getting her panties damp.”

Right then, I swing my car left into Purslow Park. Through the curtain of rain, I can see that the place is almost deserted. A couple of cars parked, maybe people doing just what I’m gagging for. I hiss past them and head for a secluded spot under the trees. Swinging my car around, I reverse into the undergrowth and then shut off the engine. I can hear the car pinging as it cools, but the loudest sound is the rain rattling onto the roof.

“Let’s get into the back, baby. There’s more room there.”

I’ve got the car doors locked — it’s nighttime in an almost deserted park, and I don’t want any intruders bent on robbery or worse. In semi-darkness, I settle on the back seat, then turn to face my pick up.

“Warm me up first, Chrissie. I love having my nipples sucked, so start with them.”

Her movements are smooth as single malt scotch as she effortlessly pops open the buttons of my blouse from top to bottom, then tugs it out of the waistband of my skirt, over my shoulders, and completely off. Her mouth settles over one swollen nipple while her fingers tweak and tug at the other. I shift about on the seat, moaning softly with pleasure at how good it feels. Her sharp little teeth clamp down hard enough to cause pain… but I love the pain, and love it even more when she flicks her tongue at the tip of my breast. Then she twists my other nipple so hard that I yelp.

“God, Frankie, you got great nips; so big and hard.”

While she’s working my breasts, Chrissie slips her free hand under my skirt, up my thigh, then paused in mid-motion as she realises I’m wearing no panties. She recovers from this surprise quickly enough, though, and slides her fingers through the slick folds of my labia, probing the puffy lips till I’m wriggling on the seat cover, panting with helpless desire.

Pulling her lips from my bloated nipple with a smack as she withdraws her hand from under my skirt, Chrissie flashes me a wicked grin. “Y’wanna see all of me, Frankie?”

My throat’s so thick and dry I can’t get the words out, so I just give her a vigorous nod. Crossing her arms, she lifts the hem of her skimpy top and tugs it up and over her head. No bra, of course. Her small breasts are tipped with stiff, pointy nipples, and suddenly I want my mouth on them. A brief fumble with a button and zip and she’s wriggled out of her micro skirt. As Chrissie hooks her thumbs into the waistband of the black lace briefs, she smiles with even greater abandon before easing out of the wisp of black nylon.

Her panties dangle from a finger as she opens her thighs for me, showing everything. “Now you see my pussy, Frankie… so tell me, when do I get to lick yours?”

God, I’m absolutely burning for this young girl to do me. I can’t wait any longer, so the words spill from my lips as I flip my skirt up, putting myself on display. “Now, baby, do it now, go down on me!”

Kneeling before me, Chrissie pushes my thighs even farther apart as she leans closer, her breath warm on my wet flesh. Pursing her lips, she lets a stream of warm saliva drizzle on and into my cunt. With a fingertip, she gently smears it around my vulva and labia. Finally, when I think I can’t bear it for one more second, she leans in and kisses my quivering pussy.

I’m writhing on the seat when the tip of her tongue slides deep into my vagina. I throw one leg up onto the seat, stretching myself even wider. I know I can’t hold back, I’m going to come right away.

When it hits, my body bucks and arches like a bow. “Oh fucking hell, baby!” I cry.

I’m jerking and shaking in a brutally hard orgasm that rocks my bloody world, but ends a bit too soon for my liking, and the leg I laid across the seat is throbbing with a cramp, requiring a quick massage with both hands to ease it away.

It’s a good start to my evening, but I want and need more — at least, once my heart slows down and my breathing eases. I glance down at where Chrissie still kneels on the floorboard, and she’s looking up at me with that same wicked smile, her mouth smeared and glistening with my pussy cream.

“You want more, Frankie? Or do you need a rest? Old ladies get tired easy, don’t they?”

Cheeky little fucker! I’m paying good money for this, but sod it — she’s just too good with her mouth for me to get pissed off at for being a smartarse. “No, Chrissie,” I answer back. “I know what I want, and I want it now. I want you to fuck me bowlegged!”

When she stands, head ducked so as to avoid the car roof, I realise how tall she is, almost as tall as I am. I can feel the heat from her thin body as she gets on top of me, those hard little nipples grinding against my bigger, equally hard ones, sending what feels like electric current surging through my breasts. Then she presses her taut little pussy into my wet labia and begins to grind, her eyes dreamy with pleasure.

Fuck my old boots, this young hottie is bloody amazing! There’s an eagerness to Chrissie’s fucking that goes way beyond what she’s getting paid. This kind of enthusiasm can’t be faked — she’s into this in a big way.

Then all I know is ecstasy as she grinds her pussy into mine, her hands clutching my hips as she humps me, smooth and steady. I reach around and cup her silky buttocks, then raise myself to heave back against her, I’m breathing hard, sweat trickling between my breasts. I can feel my release rising inside me like a massive pressure front deep in my vagina, but I’m determined not to come so soon this time.

Her slick flesh slides over mine, and even in my shuddering pre-orgasmic state, I can see that this time Chrissie is on her way to coming with me. Her lips are drawn back, showing good teeth that gleam in the faint light, her head is thrown back, the tendons of her neck in taut relief as the young girl trembles in the face of her approaching climax. She’s pumping her hips faster and faster now, and we’re both on the verge of losing it; but she keeps hammering my crease with hers.

I stiffen, my whole body spasms, and then my orgasm explodes through me as I squirt my pussy nectar all over and into Chrissie’s satiny flesh. Meanwhile, Chrissie is erupting against me, caught up in a huge and shuddering climax of her own that leaves her slumped on top of me. While my heart thunders in my chest and waves of incredible heat and pleasure flood my body, I shake and tremble like a leaf in a gale. The rain is rattling on the roof of my car, and we both lay entwined, breathing like we’ve just run a marathon.

At last I stir, unknot myself from Chrissie’s velvety flesh, then prop my back against the seat while I get myself together once more.

As for Chrissie, she rears back and stretches luxuriously as if she’s waking from a nap. “Satisfied with what you’ve got for your money, Frankie?”

I’m getting value for money, but I’m not quite satisfied yet. “You’re good, baby, and you’re hot — but let’s go one more round!”

She smiles and snakes her way back towards me. “Anything you want, any way you want it, Frankie. You’re still in credit! What’s your pleasure, love?”

“Turn side on to face me, baby, and spread those lovely thighs.”

As she does so, I do the same, so we’re facing each other, my thighs spread wide — though not as wide as Chrissie’s supple body allows hers to go. Reaching forward I trail my fingers through her slick pussy then probe between her labia till I can ease two fingers deep into her pink seashell. Curving them inside the girl’s vagina, I begin to pump them hard into her.

Her hand moves between my sticky thighs to slide not two but three fingers into me, stretching my cunt just enough to make me grunt, then moan with delight. Face to face, we finger fuck each other with increasing vigor, and I try to time things so we get off together.

“Almost there, Chrissie,” I pant, “just a little longer… slower, baby, ooohh yeah. Mmmm, yes, right there, now! I’m gonna come now! Oooooooohhhh!”

Hooking my free arm around Chrissie’s neck, I yank the girl’s face to mine and plaster my lips to hers as we convulse in one more huge orgasm together. It seems to go on and on till we both slump down, burnt out and satisfied at last.

My car reeks of hot pussy, the windows are misted over, and the rain is still a steady drumming on the roof as we start to clean ourselves up. The old sports holdall under the seat yields a towel, some moist clean-up squares, a three-parts-full bottle of mineral water, and a small cylinder of a cheapish body spray, practically unused. In a little while, the evidence of explosive lesbian sex has pretty much vanished.

With Chrissie in the passenger seat beside me and belted in, I start my car up again and head for the park gates. This time, I turn right on the way out to head back the way we came. The rain has become mixed with frequent rattles of hail and I’ve cranked up the heater a bit.

Turning my head, I glance across at Chrissie to make conversation for the first time since we were done fucking.

“I’ll want more of you soon, baby. You’re some talent all right, and there’s more than a few things we didn’t do that we can do next time.”

Chrissie looks a little tired; even her wild sexiness seems to have subsided somewhat. She glances at me from under her lowered lashes. “So you got what you wanted, Frankie? No complaints?”

I give her my best “cougar” smile. “Well, I’m a tad tender after your vigorous attention, baby, but that was well worth it. How about you?”

“Yeah, me too,” she nods. “I came twice and I got paid for it, so I’m cool!”

“You want me to drop you off back at that alley in Calder Street, baby?”

For the first time since she got into my car she doesn’t look sexy, angry, or cocky. Indeed her expression is downright incredulous. As the wipers struggle to keep the screen clear, she turns to me. “Oh, Mum, look at it out there! It’s like the heavens have opened. Let’s go home!”

I can’t help but laugh. “Oh Jesus, Chrissie… the look on your face when I said that! Yeah, of course, we’ll go home. But how was that for role-playing?”

“Amazing, Mum. Can we do it again soon?”

“Oh, not too soon, I’ve got a lot of other exciting ideas lined up for us. Your Auntie Grace has given me one of her old nurse uniforms, so just wait till you find out what we’ll be doing that night! Anyway, let’s get home. Your dad’s on shift till 6 AM… so later on, if we’ve got some energy left, we could try a little late-night loving in your bed.”

Once again, my hand slides under my daughter’s skirt, caresses her slender thigh, then presses against the moist crotch of her skimpy briefs. She wriggles as she grins at me. “You really do like feeling up young girls’ wet panties, don’t you, Mum?”

“Just yours, baby… just yours!”

I accelerate the car as the first twinges of desire begin to return to my dampening pussy, headed for our home — and my daughter’s bedroom.

The End