Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Openmindedwoman

It was remarkable how we came to enjoy each other, especially Juli and me, and how we would give each other sly glances when we were together with their mother or with their grandparents, or even when I was at their house and school friends were visiting. It was very different now between us, but they were always careful to be on their best behavior. It was clear that they understood that our special times together were not to be suggested or hinted at in any way on those occasions. But as time went by, the deliciously taboo nature of our behavior became even more addictive, both to me and especially I think to Juli.

She was nearing the end of her 12th year when her mother dropped her off at my house. She came bounding up the walk and I opened the front door, waving at Melissa and Justin as the car pulled out of the driveway. Juli slipped past me and I barely had the door closed before her t-shirt and bra were on the floor.

“Whoaaa young lady,” I grinned, “what if they aren’t really gone?”

“They will be,” she giggled. “They’re almost late for Justin’s baseball game, and Mom will stay, so we have about an hour and a half, and you were gonna teach me more about kissing, remember?”

I loosened the tie on my bathrobe as I wandered to the front window, just to check.  Indeed, they had gone, and I turned, slipping it off my shoulders and letting it slide under my naked body as I sat down on the couch. Juli’s shorts, panties, and flip flops soon joined her other clothes, and she approached me with a big smile.

“Think they’re still growing, Aunt Leslie?” she asked with a sly grin, cupping her just barely B cup tits with both hands, letting her overly long nipples show through between her fingers. She was still sporting just a thin crop of pussy hair, all well above her tender young lips, and the golden down shone in the light from the window. My heart beat faster as I took her hand and pulled her towards my lap, straddling my thighs, and stood her there facing me upright, naked, warm and full of erotic energy even beyond what I had imagined might happen. I had been a little afraid that she might feel remorse about the things we had talked about, the things we had done, or perhaps would develop much more of an attraction for others her own age, and her old aunt would disappear into the background.

Apparently not so.

I traced the outline of her face with two fingers on my right hand, resting my left hand on her hip. I moved my fingers to her nose, her cheek, her chin, and then upwards to her Cupid’s bow mouth. She opened her lips, and her tongue urged my fingers into her mouth, closing around them, active, tasting, sucking lightly, giving away the height of her desire to do whatever felt good to me. But it was kissing she wanted.

“That is such a good way to use your mouth and tongue, Juli,” I muttered. “The time will come soon that you will get some lessons in using that talented tongue of yours… on fingers, and many other parts of a girl’s body… if you think you would like that as well.”

“Mmmmm hmmmm,” she nodded, “of course I want all that, Aunt Leslie.”

“And you must already have figured out that using your tongue and lips openly is such a delicious part of kissing, haven’t you?” I teased, as I wrapped my left hand around her back and pressed her forward until we were nose to nose.

She nodded again, and I removed my fingers, moving my right hand to her firm sloping left tit, wiping her saliva onto its side, and using the back of my fingers to brush across her nipple, back and forth. My tongue snaked out to wash across her lips, left and right on her upper lip, then circling to her lower lip, back and forth.

“Do that to me, Juli, and then suck my lips, one at a time, lightly into your mouth.”

She let her tongue tentatively slide out against my lips, mimicking what I had done to her, then made a ‘smack’ kissing noise and pulled back.

“I felt a bunch of spit coming, so I had to swallow,” she said with a giggle.

“Welllllll, you don’t always have to swallow all of it, sweetheart,” I offered. “Using your mouth naturally makes us produce more juice, but some people think it feels really close and hot and loving to take some of it from each other. You need to learn that about whomever you kiss, but you can try a little and see what they think, and you can decide if you both like that, too. With me, darling, you can let it happen, because it makes me feel so very close to you, to taste it from your mouth like that.”

Her eyes were wide with understanding, and she leaned in again, sucking lightly on my upper lip, then my lower lip, running her tongue along the insides of them as I opened my mouth in an intimate French kiss. I answered her probing tongue with my own, and ran it across hers, closing my lips around it, sucking her tongue into my mouth, then opening my mouth again, tilting my head and kissing her deeply.

“See, baby? I cleaned it right off your tongue, didn’t I? And I loved how it tasted slippery and gooey and it was from you.”

She’s a natural, and imitated my movements completely. I knew she had seen enough kissing in movies and TV to understand what it was all about, but of course, doing it with another female, and doing it deeply and for real always takes a bit of exploring at first. But she sensed my openness, and when some of her saliva escaped, dropping onto her chin and mine, and onto my bare tits, I pulled back, then licked it from her chin with broad lapping movements.

“A little more, baby girl, give me a little more.”

She opened her mouth as it hovered above my slumped body, and let another load of her sweet girl saliva slide out. I eagerly licked it from her lips and chin again, swallowing for her to see.

“Now, not everyone likes that as much as your Aunt Leslie, sweetie,” I cooed, “and you might not either, but that’s one way that people can feel so very close and connected with each other, if it’s something that is arousing to you… if it makes your heart beat and your beautiful young girl pussy flow.”

“It feels waaay hot for you to take that from me, Aunt Leslie,” she returned softly, eyes never wavering from mine. “It makes me feel tumbly inside to do it like that.”

Juli had never been shy about all the new things we did, the words we used, and I rejoiced in how open she clearly was going to be about all of the things to come. “Soooo, me too,” she smiled, and leaned in for an open mouth kiss.

Our tongues wrestled, and I let the wetness from my mouth slide into hers. She sucked lightly, pulling it in, and then let it flow all back to me, mixed with her own, eagerly licking the excess from my chin and cheek. I was in heaven.

I felt her hips moving in a rhythm as we continued to kiss, and my left hand moved again to her young firm tits. No longer just little apples, they were more sloping now, with a beautiful cone shape, peaked with those amazing long nipples. I moved from left to right, nipple to nipple, then filling my palm with each one, squeezing and feeling their texture.

My right hand moved to her thighs, and she scooted a little closer, her feet still on the floor as I slid down. This spread her legs wider, enough for my hand to slip in between us and cup her smooth girl pussy. I could feel the sparse downy blonde hair that had begun to show on her mons, and I combed it, tugged it a moment, then palm up, I rubbed my hand forward and back against her soft puffy girl pussy. When I just held it still, she rocked her hips against me, her natural fucking motion serving to open her lips against my fingers until I was able to slide my middle finger inside her.

“Ohhhh, myyyy,” she mewed, pulling back to look at me. “You are such a naughty auntie, aren’t you?”

“Ohhhhh myyy,” I imitated her in return, “how naughty do you like your auntie to be, my young vixen?”

She leaned forward again, which pulled her hips back, and then slid up with her knees on the couch, legs spread wide over my thighs. Then she licked at my ear as she slid them forward. “It’s cool when it’s just you and me,” she whispered with a ragged breath, “even if I do get hot when somebody is watching.”

I worked my mouth around to her ear, her cheek, and her mouth as I continued to feel her hips move against my hand. My finger withdrew, and I inserted my thumb, the way I had when I masturbated my young fox for the first time, cupping my palm under her and letting my middle finger slide between her widely parted firm ass cheeks, finding her puckered star and caressing it.

She kissed me harder, breathing from our noses as we never broke our mouths away, saliva flowing and overflowing, dripping down onto my tits while we tried to lick it from each other’s mouths and cheeks. Little animal sounds came from her throat and I felt one of her hands move to my tits, feeling their shape, tugging my turgid nipples, cupping them to rub my nipples against her body with the slippery wetness that had coated them.

Then I felt her other hand move between us, her fingers finding her own clit, feeling where my thumb entered her, pushing one finger inside herself along with my digit, then back to her own little button. My middle finger caressed harder and she pulled away a second, eyes wide on mine.

“Go ahead, Aunt Lesie, go ahead, fuck my bottom too. I’ve been rubbing it when I fuck myself and it feels so good!”

Her eyes were glazed as she spoke and I could tell by the way she moved, the raspy tone of voice that she was on her high, lost to her body’s urges, and I slid my middle finger just one knuckle deep into her bottom hole.

“Mmmmmmmmmm… yesssssssss,” she managed, “goooood… uuhhhmmmm.”

It was like holding her in a grip, between my thumb in her pussy and my finger in her ass, pulling and pushing against her tender sensitive parts while she masturbated herself.

“Just like that darling… roll your girl clit for Auntie. I can feel you do it while I fuck you. I can feel your fingers on your clit, and on my hand and on my tits. I love you baby… I love how you kiss your auntie, how you feel my tits and how you fuck yourself on my hand. Go for it, baby… let it flow… whenever you feel like letting go, let it happen.”

Her body was quivering as she kissed me, murmuring her heat. The words rolled out of her… “Wet pussy, Auntie, wet fucking pussy for you, push it deeper god yes deeper more just like that god it feels so good fuck me all you can I love you watch us Amy watch my Aunt Leslie make me cum I want to cum for you to see yes harder goddddddd.”

Her muscular legs went taught and clamped as if she wanted to close them around my hand, and I felt the throbbing as the waves flowed inside her, from the walls of her young slick channel upwards into her lower belly, surging into all her parts and leaving her gasping for breath.

It was like holding a ball of trembling warm flesh, and she kissed me, openly letting her saliva flow, pushing it into my mouth as if she wanted to give me something of herself. I licked it and swallowed it and let it run down our faces and I sucked her tongue and then held her as she collapsed against me, chest to chest, her head on my shoulder, my arms wrapped around her, rubbing her back. Her arms were under mine and wrapped upwards around the backs of my shoulders, pulling herself as if to make us one person.

Carefully I pulled her forward, knees further up onto the couch, and cupped her tight bottom, pulling her forward until the wetness of her pussy rested on my stomach. She never stopped her hips… just aftershocks, maybe, but she just kept up little fucking motions, sliding her vulva against my stomach with little shaking quivers in her hips from time to time.

“Wow, young one,” I finally offered, leaning my head back to look at her and wiping the perspiration-filled hair from her eyes and forehead. “That was quite an explosion!”

“Ohhhh… Auntie… It was awesome, like, amazingly awesome. I never dreamed…”

“Hmmmm… well, you must have been dreaming something, just a little, darling girl. Tell me, who is Amy?”

Juli’s face turned a brighter shade of crimson and she bit her lower lip. “I’m sooo sorry, Aunt Leslie, really, I don’t know what I was thinking, why I said that.” She lowered her eyes.

I used a forefinger to tip her face back up, so that our eyes met as we talked.

“It’s okay, baby girl, really. Are we going to have secrets from each other now?”

I glanced at the clock on the wall. I didn’t want to take any chances, and we needed to leave some time to clean up and figure out what to say we had been doing, before her mom and brother returned.

She shook her head, and paused, then continued, “Okay… Amy is a friend at school. She’s my age and we’ve talked about lots of things. She already knows how to masturbate, according to what she says, but she won’t tell me much. It’s like she’s embarrassed about something. And I haven’t told her about us, Aunt Leslie, honest I haven’t. You know I would never…”

I put my finger to her lips, closing off her explanation. “I know you wouldn’t, sweetheart. But it’s okay to talk with her. It might be interesting to find out where she has learned whatever it is she knows.”

Juli continued, “Well I know that she and her mom are pretty close. Her stepdad left them, so they’re alone, and Amy told me that sometimes her mom gets lonely and so she sleeps in her mom’s room.”

I smiled broadly and cocked my head. “Hmmmm… sometimes Amy sleeps with her mom? That sounds like something worth exploring a little, maybe, do you think?”

“Omigod, Aunt Leslie,” came her surprised reply, “I mean… I never thought… it’s her MOM I’m talking about… you don’t think…?”

“There are lots of possibilities there, Juli. We’ll go slowly. But does she seem, wellllll… warm and interested in you as a friend, or… something more, do you think?”

Juli smiled a knowing smile. “You want to meet her, don’t you!”

It was my turn to blush a little, but I admitted it might be fun to see what her friend Amy is really thinking. “But only if it feels right to you, Juli,” I said earnestly. “You are my most very special girl, and you always will be.”

“I know,” she laughed, and leaned in for a hug. “And I would never be jealous. I have been having thoughts… about Amy watching me when I touch myself. I guess that’s why I said what I did. Is that awful?”

“Oh, no baby, not at all. Being watched can be a hugely erotic feeling. I remember how you said once that having Justin watch you was exciting. And it can be even better when it’s just us girls. But right now we need to wash up a little and have a sandwich before your mom gets back to pick you up. And keep talking with Amy. Talk with her about  who she is able to have ‘special conversations’ with. You can tell her that we have those conversations, if you want… just that much for now. Maybe that will make her feel more like telling you.”

We made a trip to the bathroom, and a warm washcloth did the trick… no sexy smells of girl or woman pussy coming from our skin.

“You’re the best, Aunt Leslie, omigod, yes the best,” she offered as she slipped on her panties and fastened her 28 B cup bra. I watched her lithe smooth body disappear behind her summer clothes, and it was all I could do to wait until later to replay all of it in my mind, lying on my back, legs spread wide, fingers deep inside myself, hearing her high-pitched orgasm voice over and over, and trying to imagine what Amy might be all about.

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