Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda Lynn

The sun shone bright and the coolness of the morning had quickly given way to the heat of the summer day. The path the girls traveled weaved through woods along the lakeshore and offered a small measure of relief from the heat. It didn’t prevent small beads of perspiration from rolling across Trish’s forehead and down her cheeks though. The campers had been broken up into four random groups of 10 and each group had been taken to a different trail, led by one of the camp counselors.

Trish stepped off the trail and rested her foot on a large rock. She bent over to re-tie a sneaker that had come loose when a hand brushed against her backside and gave it a squeeze. Trish snapped her head up just in time to see Kat pass by, giving her a sly grin. Trish smiled back and, with the laces secure, hurried to catch up to the girl. Kat was the only one from their cabin in this group. Trish had quickly made several acquaintances at camp and would have been comfortable with the group had none of her roomies been here, but she was happy that at least one of them was.

“I’m glad no one saw you do that!”

“Do what?” Kat asked innocently.

“You know what!”

Kat shook her head. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You grabbed my butt!” Trish exclaimed, maybe a little too loud. Her cheeks grew warm when the two girls in front of them looked back, an amused expression on their faces.

“Hey, you’re the one who bent over. How could I resist that sweet ass?” Kat leaned in closer and added, “And anyway, it’s nothing compared to what we’ve been up to the past few days.”

Trish huffed and playfully elbowed Kat in the ribs.

It had been three days since Trish, Monica, and Daisy had first spied on the Barbies making a porno with Veronica. The next night, they were joined by Kat and Gabby, eager to take a look for themselves, and the group took turns using the small bench for their voyeuristic activities.

At one point, while Kat, Gabby, and Monica were having their turn on the bench, Daisy found her way between Trish’s legs. Trish enjoyed the younger girl’s first attempt at eating pussy quite a bit. With a little more practice, she would make an excellent lover.

On the following night, a storm rolled in and high winds whipped rain against the cabins, forcing Trish and her roomies to abandon any plans of spying again. Instead, they entertained themselves with a discussion of what the naughty activities between Veronica and the Barbies could be all about. This, of course, only made them horny and they were soon kissing and touching each other. Their clothes disappeared and they found themselves in a tangle of limbs on a bed of blankets they made on the floor. Fingers and tongues explored pussies and assholes until they ended their evening in a daisy chain. Each of them had enjoyed one last orgasm before they’d crawled into bed and had drifted off to sleep.

Smiling at the memories, Trish sidestepped a large puddle that partially covered the path. Most of the rain from the night before had evaporated quickly as the sun rose. However, it was taking longer for areas protected by the trees and leaves to dry completely.

“Have you given any more thought to my offer?” Kat asked softly, though the girls ahead of them now seemed too busy with their own conversations to hear them.

“With your brother? Yeah, kinda.” Trish gave her a small smile. She was still curious about trying stuff with a boy, but on the other hand, she wasn’t sure if she had the guts to go all the way.

“Okay, we only have a few days left at camp. Do you want me to set something up?” Kat asked.

Trish pushed a branch out of the way as they walked on. “Will you stay with us if I say yes?”

“Yeah, if you want me to. I can just watch or join in, whatever you want.”

Trish felt herself getting excited at the idea, wondering if she would have the nerve to go through with it. “If I just want to watch you two, or if I do try something but then decide I want to stop, would that be okay, too?” she asked nervously.

Kat put an arm around Trish’s waist. “You can do as little or as much as you want. My brother is a nice guy, he won’t force you to do anything you don’t want. Anyway, he knows I’d kick his ass if he did.”

Trish grinned at her, comforted by the words. “Okay, then. Let’s do it.”

They walked on in silence, Trish’s mind racing with a jumble of thoughts. What would it be like? Would it hurt any, that first time? Would she enjoy it? But mostly, she was concerned about what Monica would think. Her stepsister had said that she was fine with Trish trying things out if she wanted to. But still, there was a bit of guilt weighing on her.

Trish gave her head a shake. Nah, she didn’t need to worry about Monica. They were close, really close, and this little bit of experimentation wasn’t going to affect what they had.

She had been walking on autopilot as she contemplated her future, but her attention was suddenly jarred back to reality when the ground beneath her feet disappeared. With a shriek, she tumbled forward, arms flailing in a vain attempt to grab onto something to stop her fall. A depression in the remains of an old creek bed still held an inch or so of rainwater, which in turn had softened the clay bottom—and she was plunging straight in!

Trish’s eyes widened in the realization of what was about to happen. No! No! No! She landed on her hands and knees, only to have them slip from under her in the gooey mud. The impact of her torso wasn’t great, but enough to send a small shower of mud and water all over her.

She shrieked again and tried to scramble out of the sticky goop, but the more she struggled, the more she just slipped back into the mire. She glanced around, frantically looking for Kat. Where the hell was she?

“Trish, stop screwing around and grab my hand!”

Turning to the voice, she saw Kat kneeling on a makeshift log bridge. Had Trish been paying attention to where she’d been walking, she would have seen it and not fallen in this mess. She steadied herself and reached for Kat’s hand. As she slowly made her way out of the mud and up the side of the bank, Trish realized that all the other girls had gathered around. Cell phones and laughing faces were all she could see. Trish wanted to cry, but she wasn’t about to let them see that. She was embarrassed enough as it was.

“Are you okay, Trish?” Counselor Kim moved to the front of the group, fruitlessly waving away the phones.

Trish scowled at her as she pulled a clump of mud from her hair. “This is so gross. Yeah, I’m okay.”

“It’s gonna be worse when it dries.” Kim chuckled. “You’re going to look like a golem.”

Trish was in no mood for jokes. She could already feel the slimy muck sliding down her butt crack. “A what?”

Kim shook her head. “Not important. You should head back to camp and get cleaned up, though.”

With a nod, Trish turned to retrieve her pack, which she had thankfully dropped when she started to fall. That was at least one thing she wouldn’t have to clean.

Kat touched her shoulder and gave her a sympathetic smile. “Do you want me to walk back with you?”

“Nah, that’s okay. You stay and enjoy the hike. Maybe I’ll catch up with you later after I scrape all this shit off.” She scratched at her arms where the mud had already begun to dry.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind,” Kat replied.

“I’m sure.” Trish took Kat’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “I’ll talk to ya later.” She turned and retraced her steps down the trail.

Back at her cabin, she sat on the bench outside the door to remove her sneakers and socks, then retrieved her shower kit, towel, and a change of clothes from inside. Anxious to get out of her filthy clothes, she slipped on a pair of flip-flops and hurried toward the showers.

Trish had only covered half the distance when she noticed Keesha approaching from the opposite direction. She had her head down, looking at something on the clipboard she carried. Trish didn’t want the hot counselor to see her in this state. Maybe she could dart behind one of the cabins and out of sight until Keesha had passed by. Yeah, that was what she would do. Trish was just about to bolt when Keesha looked up and froze in place.

“What happened to you?” Keesha asked in shocked surprise. Then her eyes narrowed as she studied her more closely. “Trish? Is that you?”

Her heart sank and her head fell. “Yeah,” she sighed. “I zigged when I should’ve zagged.” Trish held up the small bag for Keesha to see. “I’m going to the showers to clean up.”

“Umm,” Keesha frowned, “I’m afraid you’re out of luck. Maintenance has turned off the water there for the rest of the day. Replacing the fixtures, I think.”

“Well, crap. Just my luck,” Trish moaned. “I guess I could just go jump in the lake.”

Keesha laughed. “That, or you could use the shower in my cabin. Plenty of hot water there.”

Trish couldn’t help but notice the mischievous twist of Keesha’s lips. Butterflies took flight in her stomach and a little bolt of excitement rushed up her spine. Was Keesha thinking what Trish hoped she was thinking? Nah. Not with the way Trish looked right now. Not possible… or was it?

“That would be awesome!” Getting under a warm shower was much preferable to a dip in a cold lake. Also, there was a chance—however slim—that Keesha might have something else in mind. Trish’s libido stirred at the thought.

“Great. Then let’s get you back to my place and out of those clothes.” Keesha winked before turning on her heel and leading Trish to the staff cabins.

Short minutes later, Trish stood in the tiny bathroom that barely held a sink, toilet, and a shower stall. She gasped then giggled, catching sight of herself in the mirror above the sink. The mud on her face had dried to a light shade of grey and matched her matted hair. She quickly peeled off her clothes and turned on the shower, stepping in after she’d adjusted the temperature to perfection.

There was a knock on the door, then Keesha opened it before Trish could respond. Her heart rate picked up and she grinned when the woman peeked in. The shower curtain was only partially drawn, affording Keesha full view of her nude body. Trish didn’t even try to hide.

“Hey, I’m just going to grab your clothes and throw them in the wash, okay?”

“Sure, okay,” Trish said. A wave of disappointment washed over her. Maybe Keesha had forgotten about the subtle proposition she’d made when they met at the pool during spring break.

Keesha quickly scooped up the clothes and disappeared. Trish sighed and returned to scrubbing the mud and dirt from her body. With her eyes closed and her head under the spray, Trish didn’t hear Keesha return to the small room until she spoke.

“Would you like me to wash your hair for you?”

Trish jumped and blinked away water, wiping at her eyes. Her smile brightened seeing that Keesha had changed out of her camp clothes and into a short robe. “Um, okay,” she answered. The butterflies had returned accompanied by a familiar throb between her legs.

With a broadening smile, Keesha pushed the curtain aside, then dropped her robe to the floor. Once again, she was standing naked in front of Trish, and this time there was no fear of anyone walking in. Trish swallowed, glancing up and down the ebony body before her. Damn, she was hot.

Trish’s knees weakened when Keesha reached past her and grabbed the shampoo from the shower caddy, then squeezed the contents of the bottle onto her hand. For some reason, even that mundane act seemed seductive. Keesha’s fingers were soon in her hair, gently scrubbing in the shampoo. She worked Trish’s scalp, scooping up the long strands of hair and coating them in the lather.

“That feels so nice,” Trish whispered.

“Yeah?”

Trish nodded. “Yeah.”

Keesha guided Trish’s head under the spray, rinsing it off. She pulled Trish’s hair back and gently squeezed out the excess water, then plucked a bottle of body wash from the caddy, much to Trish’s delight.

“Would you like me to wash the rest of you?” Keesha’s voice was soft and seductive, her lips curved up in a sly smile.

Trish found herself once again needing to swallow before she could speak. Heat that had nothing to do with the temperature of the water bloomed on her face and between her legs. “Yes,” she croaked.

Trish turned her back at Keesha’s request, placing her hands on the shower wall. The stall wasn’t big enough to accommodate two people, so Keesha stood at the edge where only a small lip separated the tile shower floor from the linoleum of the bathroom. Trish shivered slightly at the cool sensations of the body wash when Keesha began caressing her shoulder with a soapy washcloth.

She stood still with her eyes closed, anticipating where the cloth would travel next. Keesha started at her shoulders then slowly worked her way down her back. Trish quivered when the cloth moved over her bum.

“Spread your legs a bit, baby,” Keesha whispered.

Trish obliged, nervous, and excited. But Keesha didn’t touch her the way she’d expected. Instead, she crouched down, then gently lifted Trish’s right foot and washed it. Setting it down again, she added some more soap to the cloth and began washing up the right leg. Her movements were slow and tantalizing, driving Trish crazy with anticipation. Surely Keesha wasn’t just going to be a tease, was she? She wouldn’t leave Trish hanging. But when Keesha reached Trish’s upper thigh, she pulled away, then leisurely repeated the process on the left side until Trish felt ready to explode. When Keesha finally reached the top, Trish braced. In the end, it wasn’t quite the kind of touch she’d craved, but she wasn’t completely disappointed either, as Keesha’s cloth slipped between her bum cheeks and moved up and down to pleasurable effect.

After a moment, Keesha’s movements slowed and she concentrated on Trish’s pucker. Now, that felt amazingly erotic. Trish’s hips began to twitch, and she moaned. Louder than she thought, apparently, because Keesha suddenly stopped.

“You alright?”

“Oh, hell yeah.” Trish sighed, not trying at all to hide the desire in her voice. She sensed Keesha standing up and taking a step closer, then shivered with excitement when she felt the woman’s breasts against her back, the nipples stiff.

“So, I should continue soaping you up then?” Keesha teased.

“Please, yes!”

Keesha snickered. “I’ll try not to disappoint, then.”

Once again, she moved with seductive purpose, first to Trish’s right arm, then the left. Trish was on fire, her skin tingling with excitement. As Keesha’s hands caressed her collarbone, Trish realized that the woman was no longer using a cloth. Her soft hands lathered Trish’s torso, moving downward methodically, pausing at her small breasts. Trish sucked in a breath and held it when Keesha gently toyed with her stiff nipples for a moment.

Keesha released her breasts long enough to squirt some more body wash between them. Trish watched it trickle down her chest, over her abdomen, and pool in her belly button before continuing downward. Keesha blocked the soapy trail with her hand and scooped it back up Trish’s trembling body.

As she fondled Trish’s breasts, creating a foamy bra, Keesha softly kissed her neck. Trish arched back into her and moaned. Damn, those soft full lips felt electric on her skin. Keesha slid her hands down her belly and over her hips before pausing.

“I want to touch you now. Is that okay?” Keesha whispered in her ear.

God, yes, it was more than okay. She had fantasized about this. Wanted it since they’d first met. “Yes,” Trish whispered back. Then it happened. Keesha slipped a long finger between her folds. Like the rest of her seduction, her movements were slow and deliberate. Trish shuddered at the touch, her excitement growing in equal measure with the pleasant pressure in her belly. Keesha moved up and down her slit, eagerly exploring. She touched Trish’s clit, rubbing small circles for just a few seconds before moving south and slipping just inside her entrance. Trish bucked against her hand and groaned. She didn’t know how long she could last.

Keesha had one arm wrapped around Trish’s middle as she kissed her neck and shoulders, while the other hand was pressed between her legs. Trish was struggling to keep her legs under her now. Warm water sprayed against her sensitive nipples seemingly in rhythm with the fingers that teased her clit, driving her wild.

“Do you like that, baby? Are you gonna come for me?”

“Yes. Please don’t stop!” she pleaded.

“Don’t worry, baby. I got you.”

The kisses on her neck, pounding water, and expertly moving fingers finally became more than Trish could handle. With a strangled cry, she lost control as her body began convulsing. Keesha held her firm as her entire being was rocked by the orgasm

Trish rested in Keesha’s soft embrace for long moments, shuddering and twitching with the aftershocks. She finally opened her eyes when the streaming spray of water stopped. Keesha helped her out of the shower and wrapped her in a big fluffy towel.

Keesha grinned at her. “How do you feel?”

“Wonderful,” Trish said, smiling up at the gorgeous woman. Which was the truth… but she hoped it wasn’t over. Not yet, anyway.

“Good.” Keesha grabbed another towel and dried herself where she had been splashed by the shower. “You’re very sexy, Trish, and I would love to explore your sexy body some more. If you’re game?”

Trish simply blinked at her. Was she kidding? Of course, Trish was game. For that and more. “Only if I can explore you, too?” The words spilled out all on their own and Trish blushed.

Keesha smiled, took Trish by the hand, and quickly led her to the bed. She gently pushed Trish down on her back, before straddling her. Trish watched Keesha’s dark eyes gleam with desire as her lips moved closer to hers. There was a spark when they touched. Trish brought a hand to the woman’s shoulder, caressing her back as they kissed. Her skin was as soft as her lips. When Trish felt Keesha’s tongue brush across her lips, she sighed and opened her mouth, beckoning her partner in. There was no hesitation and their tongues met and tangled.

Keesha’s tongue wasn’t the only thing exploring, though. Her hand had also moved down to Trish’s belly again, sending shivers of excitement up her spine with soft caresses. Not to be outdone, Trish quickly found the sexy lifeguard’s breasts, fondling them with enthusiasm. Much bigger than her usual partners’, Keesha’s tits reminded her of Gwen’s, turning her on further. She knew she had to have her mouth on them, and soon.

Keesha had other plans, though. She broke the kiss, leaving Trish breathless, then slid down slightly to take one nipple into her mouth. Her tongue swirled, flicked, and circled the pointed bud, sending all sorts of pleasant tingles through Trish’s body.

Trish moaned and arched her back, placing a hand at the back of Keesha’s head. “God, yes!” she whimpered.

Keesha didn’t respond. She just switched her attention from one small breast to the other, then began moving down, placing fiery kisses along the way. She teased Trish’s navel for a moment before pushing her legs apart and positioning herself in the middle.

Trish propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at the pretty face between her legs. Keesha gave her a wink before setting to her task. Waves of exquisite pleasure shot through Trish from the very first swipe of that nimble tongue. Her pulse raced and her breath grew more ragged with every single thing that Keesha did to her. The tongue flicked and chased her super sensitive clit. A finger circled and plunged into her core, stroking a mysterious spot deep inside. Trish fell back on the bed, unable to hold herself up any longer. Her body shook from the never-ending pulses of pleasure that rushed through it. Soon, she was simply overwhelmed, and like a bursting dam, the orgasm tore through her. Trish arched off the bed, cried out, then collapsed. Her vision faded to black, then she was gone.

When her eyes fluttered open a moment later, she saw Keesha smiling down at her. Trish smiled back and reached up, stroking her face. She’d had two over the top orgasms and was starting to wonder if this woman was some sort of sex goddess. “What did you do to me?”

“Just a little of this and that,” Keesha replied.

Trish rolled on her side and gazed into Keesha’s big brown eyes. “Is it my turn now?”

Keesha laughed. “Of course, baby. My body is all yours.”

Trish was as excited as a kid at Christmas. Not bothering with foreplay, she moved on top of Keesha and dove right in, taking a deep brown nipple into her mouth. She sucked on it, playing with her tongue over its stiff peak. Keesha inhaled sharply and Trish smiled to herself, glad she could elicit such a response. Just as Keesha had done to her earlier, she favored the other nipple with the same attention before moving south.

Trish paused. Having never seen the pussy of a woman of color up close before, she took the opportunity to admire it. Perhaps unsurprisingly, it was no different from the other pussies she’d seen, except for the pigmentation, so she moved in to explore it further with her tongue.

There was a tangy flavor that her mind associated with adults, still novel for her, and very exciting. Savoring it, she swiped upward through the folds, quickly finding the engorged clit. Trish gave it her full attention, playing with it diligently. Keesha squirmed beneath her, but Trish stayed the course, holding onto the quivering hips as she worked to please her partner.

“Fuck, Trish. That feels so fucking good!”

Trish smiled against her slit. High praise, indeed. She continued to explore, sliding lower through slippery folds. Keesha’s entrance was there. Ready for her. Trish circled around it, probing, then let her tongue slip inside.

“Jesus, yes! Fuck me, Trish! Use your fingers!”

Trish hesitated only for a moment. She knew what Keesha wanted, having heard Gabby and Kat beg for the same sort of thing. But Keesha probably wanted more. Confidently, Trish pushed three fingers deep into Keesha’s pussy.

“Yes! That’s it, baby girl!” Keesha cried.

Trish pumped her fingers, hard and fast. She persisted with the assault of her tongue, tormenting Keesha’s clit. Suddenly, the woman bucked, and a hand pressed on the back of Trish’s head, holding it in place. It didn’t take long before Keesha called out in orgasm, coating Trish’s face with her arousal.

While Keesha recovered, Trish softly licked and kissed the swollen pussy. Then she was beckoned upward, and they kissed for a moment or two before Keesha spoke again.

“That certainly wasn’t your first time between someone’s legs, huh? Your tongue is very skilled.” Keesha chuckled as she toyed with one of Trish’s nipples.

Trish’s cheeks heated up, both from mild embarrassment and from Keesha’s touch. “Yeah, I’ve done it a few times, I guess.”

“Your cabin mates, I bet? I seem to recall three of you being naughty girls at the pool during spring break.” Keesha slid her hand down Trish’s side to her bum, squeezing a cheek.

Trish nodded, enjoying the hand exploring her backside. God. Her body was on fire again. Could she handle another orgasm so soon? Hell yeah!

“Have you ever had anything in your bum before?” Keesha asked as she gently stroked and pushed against Trish’s pucker.

Trish moaned softly and her stomach tightened. What was Keesha up to? Was she going to finger her ass? “I’ve been licked there. And, maybe a fingertip went in once or twice,” she replied shyly.

“I see.” Keesha paused for a long moment as she continued to play with Trish’s anus. “Do you trust me, Trish? Trust me to do things to you that will give you pleasure?”

A slight sense of fear gripped Trish as she looked up into sparkling eyes filled with desire, though Keesha’s smiling face reassured her a little. “Y-yes. I do,” she answered tentatively.

Keesha kissed her forehead then stood. Rummaging through something in her tiny closet, she returned to the bed a moment later. In one hand, she held a bottle with some sort of bluish liquid in it. In the other, she had a strange object, completely foreign to Trish. It was a long thin rod made of plastic with several beads spaced out along its length. They increased in size from one the diameter of a pea at the tip to a large marble-sized one at the opposite end, next to a ring-shaped handle.

“What is that?” Trish eyed the beads suspiciously.

“These are anal beads. They go in your butt, and then when they’re pulled out, it gives you a really wonderful sensation.”

Trish’s eyes went wide as saucers. “You want to stick all that up my bum?”

Keesha laughed. “No, sweetie. Not your first time, anyway. Just two or three beads, maybe. Whatever you’re comfortable with.” She held up the bottle, giving it a little shack. “We’ll use lots of lube and go slow.”

Trish had enjoyed it when Monica and the others had licked her asshole, and the sensation of a probing fingertip was also pleasant, but… Now, the idea of this toy being shoved up her butt was daunting.

“You certainly don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, but I promise you won’t regret it if you do.” Keesha gave her a bright, reassuring smile.

Trish’s belly flip-flopped while at the same time her clit throbbed with excitement. She remembered using nearly the exact same line with Daisy, and the girl sure hadn’t regretted anything. “Okay then. What do I do?”

Keesha laid a towel on the bed and positioned Trish on it, lying on her belly, legs spread, with a pillow under her hips. With easy access in this position, Keesha eagerly explored Trish’s bum with her tongue, spending long minutes stimulating the nerve endings of her anus and the dripping entrance of her pussy.

Trish lay there, moaning as sensations new and familiar raced through her. Three tiny orgasms had rocked her body already, and Keesha hadn’t even penetrated her yet! That soon seemed about to change as the sexy lifeguard knelt and applied a generous amount of lube to her ass crack. Slowly, Keesha worked a finger over her anus, caressing and gently pushing at the relaxing muscle, until it gave way and one long, slender finger easily slipped inside. Trish gasped, partly from the surprise of the intrusion into her rectum, but mostly from the wave of delicious pleasure that it gave her.

“Did that feel good?” Keesha asked in a husky voice.

“Oh, yeah,” Trish grunted.

“Good.” Keesha worked her finger for another moment or two, wiggling it from side to side before withdrawing.

Trish whimpered, disappointed by the loss of that delightful finger, but before she could protest, a new kind of pleasure quickly replaced it. The beads were slowly sliding into her, popping past her sphincter. Each created a greater sensation as the diameter grew. Pop. Yes! Pop. Yes! Pop. Fuck yes!

“That’s three. Think you can take another?”

Trish nodded her head frantically. She wasn’t entirely sure she could form a coherent sentence right then. The toy slipped further in, this time the larger bead stretched her anus farther than it had ever been. There was a mild discomfort causing her to grit her teeth, but when it pushed past the muscle, the jolt of pleasure was enough to make her come again. She gasped out a strange noise as her body shuddered.

When she felt the fifth bead pressing against her hole, she shook her head. “No more,” she grunted.

Keesha stopped. “Okay. I’m going to pull them out now.”

“Okay. Go slow, please.” Trish clutched the bed sheets tightly and braced herself. As they had going in, each bead stimulated her sensitive sphincter, firing streaks of lightning through her straight to her clit. By the time the last bead popped free, her body was shaking from one last orgasm.

Keesha’s hands played across the smooth skin of her bum while Trish had to learn to breathe all over again. She finally rolled onto her back and smiled up at Keesha. “Oh my God. That was incredible. So many orgasms.” She sighed, feeling exhausted.

Keesha leaned in to give Trish a soft kiss before standing up. “I love watching you come. And as much as I would like to stay here all day and make you come again and again, we need to stop and wash up.” Keesha pointed at the clock on her nightstand. “It’s almost supper time. Your friends are going to wonder what happened to you and may come looking.”

Trish pouted playfully. “I guess you’re right,” she said and sat up, wrapping her arms around Keesha. “Thanks for letting me use your shower, and the other stuff.”

“Oh, it was my pleasure. Believe you me.”

This way to Chapter 10!