Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Nellie of Sweden

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in February 2010 }

My sexual awakening happened when I was eight years old. It was my fifteen-year-old cousin Erica who introduced me to the pleasures of the flesh, so to speak. We kept having sex with one another until she died a little over four years ago in a tragic car crash.

I’m almost 43 now and I live alone. Of course, I long to meet a woman or girl to share my life. Hopefully, a mother with a little girl (or two or three for that matter) who shares my lust for preteen girls. Especially those girls between three and eleven. The younger they are the easier they are to seduce, but on the other hand… The older ones get a lot hornier when you at last get to the point when she lets you touch her privates.

The story I want to tell you now is about my first time as the older one in a sexual relationship.

I was about twelve when I realized, or maybe more truthfully, admitted to myself my lust for little girls. My body had started to change and assuming a more woman-like form. My breasts had started to develop and some thin blond hairs grew on the little velvetbun between my legs and in my armpits. By the way… the word “velvetbun” was Erica’s nickname for my genital area. It’s a word I still like and also use sometimes when I occasionally get lucky and get my hands on some sweet little girl. Cute, don’t you think?

Anyway… I started to fantasize about younger girls, mostly very small ones. Girls that had not yet become schoolgirls! So one day I got a bright idea. I advertised at the mall near my home and in smaller shops that I was a keen babysitter, and soon the phone started ringing and people wanted to hire me.

The very first job I got was to babysit little Camilla, a three-year-old beauty who looked like a little doll. I really was anxious to get inside her panties. Camilla was cute as a princess, but not a very nice child. She was spoiled rotten and got very angry whenever I didn’t let her have her way. She cried and screamed and I almost gave up my babysitting career the first night. But when she got tired, she was a little easier to handle.

I suggested that I would read her a story, and she ran away to get her favourite book. Then she sat down in my lap and I started reading. She soon leaned back with her little curly head to my shoulder and I dared to put my hand on her leg. I read to her and slowly moved my hand upwards under her nightgown. She put her pacifier in her mouth and seemed to relax even more.

But when my hand reached the upper part of her thigh she suddenly stiffened and yelled very loudly, “NOOO!!!”

I immediately took my hand away but managed to stay calm. “What? Why did you scream like that?”

“Not touch my pee-pee,” she said. “Mummy says to scream ‘no’ if someone touches my pee-pee.”

“But I didn’t touch you there,” I said. “I only touched your leg.”

“Almost,” Camilla replied.

“Well sorry… I didn’t mean to,” I said.

I felt ashamed being caught by a toddler that way and decided to give up the idea of trying anything with her. And when her mother got back, I told her everything and reassured her I didn’t mean to come too close to her daughter’s forbidden area. And luckily enough, she believed me.

During the next few weeks I got only two babysitting jobs, and those were for little boys, so nothing happened. But some weeks later that year, I got my chance for something more.

The year before, my family had moved to our own house and I finally had my own room. I also got a new best friend. Our next door neighbour had two daughters and the older one was my age. Her name was Rebecka and we soon became best chums. Her little sister was five and carried the name Linnea, which in my opinion is one of the prettiest names for girls.

But Linnea herself wasn’t very pretty. She was skinny and tall for her age and if I should describe my impression of her in one word the word would be “grey”. She had a very plain, almost boyish face and her hair was… well, it was sort of grey. Later she grew up to be a lovely lady, but as a five year old she was… well plain and grey, but had good manners and a nice personality.

It all started with a tragedy that could have ended much worse, but it was still a tragedy.

One night in the beginning of the summer we woke up from a lot of noises and discovered that the Karlsson’s house was on fire. We rushed out, of course, to see if anyone needed help. Rebecka and her parents were carried out to ambulances that waited in the street. Becka’s mother was shouting and waving her arms.

“My baby, my baby! Please save my baby! Where is Linnea?”

The firefighters and the policemen just shook their heads and said they hadn’t found her, and the ambulances drove away with blinking blue warning lights. Then I suddenly saw something. In the very back of the garden stood a little figure. I ran over there as fast as I could and found Linnea, unharmed physically but crying from fear and shock. I lifted her up and she clung tightly to me.

My mother saw us and told me to take her inside our house. Then she told the police that I had found the youngest girl and that she was okay. A paramedic came in, gave her a quick exam and then said she was all right.

Linnea seemed better now, and I asked her if she was tired. She nodded her head and grabbed her little teddy bear, so I put her to bed in my room. I told her that her family was going to be fine, and luckily enough it turned out I was right. She fell asleep almost at once and I went out to find out if her parents had been told she was alive and well.

A little while later I climbed down into bed with her and she didn’t notice. I couldn’t really sleep after everything that had happened, so at first I thought I’d watch some TV. But then I suddenly realized I had a little girl in my bed, exactly what I’d been dreaming about!

Linnea slept on her back with her thumb in her mouth and the teddy bear in her other hand. I put my hand gently on her left knee. She didn’t react at all, so I moved it slowly upwards. My heart was pounding so hard that I almost thought she would awaken from the sound of it. Linnea kept sleeping like a baby, and I was very alert in case she should wake up.

Holding my breath, I cupped my hand gently over her little-girl pussy. My own vagina was soaking wet. Linnea still didn’t wake up, but she gave a small moan. Then she sucked her thumb again and kept sleeping.

I looked at her face and right then, I suddenly saw her special beauty. The grey little mouse was lovely, at least at that moment.

Gently I stroked upwards with my hand and it slipped inside the top of her pajamas. Again I held my breath anxious to notice any sign that she was waking up as I slowly moved my hand down and inside her underpants. Linnea sucked more eagerly on her thumb, but kept sleeping as my hand gently caressed her baby-smooth sex.

My heart was pounding hard and I decided to stop before she woke up. She’d been through enough for one day, and I thought that patience was the best way to get what I wanted from Linnea. I soon fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, Linnea seemed a little confused. “Why am I here?” she asked. “Did I walk in my sleep again?”

“No,” I said. “Don’t you remember what happened at your house last night?”

She did when she had some time to think, and she started crying a little. “Mummy,” she sobbed.

I took her in my arms and held her close. “Don’t worry,” I whispered. “Mummy’s gonna be fine and so is Daddy and Becka! They’ll be back home soon. Till then, you can stay here with me. Would you like that?”

She nodded her head and hugged her teddy bear. Then she smiled all of a sudden. “Look,” she said. “Teddy is okay too!”

I couldn’t help laughing. “Yeah, Linnea, that’s good,” I said. “You were a brave girl and rescued Teddy, didn’t you?”

She looked at me and smiled. “You’re nice,” she said. “I like you, Nellie!”

I gently placed a little kiss on the tip of her nose and replied that I liked her too.

“Wanna play the bed game?” she said.

“Dunno… what’s the bed game!”

Linnea giggled a little. “It’s a secret game only for big girls,” she said. “No grown-ups can know about it!”

“Okay, but who taught you how to play it?”

“Becka… but you mustn’t tell her I told you! She says I can’t tell anyone, or else the police might take us.”

I had a hunch what she was talking about and felt my heart begin to pound. I was overjoyed that Rebecka seemed to be more like me than I had even dared to hope for.

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll play. Will you teach me how?”

“Promise first! You can’t ever tell anyone about it! It’s a girl secret.”

“I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die!” I said, making a military salute.

“Good. Okay, first, we take our jammies and nightgowns off.”

YESSSS! I thought. She doesn’t even need to be fooled into undressing — she’s suggesting it herself!

“Fine,” I said with a smile.

She took off her pyjamas very quickly, then I crawled out of my nightgown and panties. Now we were completely naked.

Linnea looked at my small tits. “Becka’s are bigger… but yours are nice too,” she said in her childish, honest way.

“So are yours,” I replied.

Linnea giggled again. “Silly! I don’t have any boobies yet! I’m only five.”

“Flat is pretty too,” I said. “But let’s play now! Show me how to do it.”

“Okay… lie on your back and close your eyes,” she said. “And then you move your legs apart.”

I did as she said — trying my best to hide my excitement, afraid that heavy moaning and such would scare off my potential little lover. Then I felt Linnea climb on top of me. She started to move as if she was fucking, with her little pussy pounding against mine. I placed both my hands on her tiny little butt and helped her keep a steady rhythm.

“Feels good, huh?” Linnea said after awhile.

“Yeah, it sure does!” I said.

Then she wanted to switch places with me. Of course, I didn’t mind that at all. But before humping this sweet little girl, I just had to explore her with my hands.

Linnea gave out a little scream and laughed out loud when I touched her cunt. Her pussy was very warm and her slit felt a little moist.

“You’re crazy, Nellie,” she giggled. “No one has ever touched me like that!”

“Doesn’t Becka?” I asked in a surprised tone.

“No… we just hump each other, like I did to you.”

I let my index finger trail along her moist slit. She shivered when I gently rubbed her tiny clitoris.

“Okay, Linnea… what do you think feels the best, this or the humping?”

Her eyes were wide. “Um… this.”

“Is it even better than when you do it yourself?” I asked.

Linnea looked very embarrassed. “What? I don’t…”

I cut her off. “Oh, yes you do! But it’s okay, everybody does it. Even me! There’s nothing wrong with that.”

I gently placed a fingertip at her tight little opening — but I couldn’t insert it, she was too tight. So I just kept rubbing, because Linnea seemed to love that. And that gave me the courage to try and take our little game to the next level.

I gently kissed the child’s mouth, and Linnea gave me a pleased smile. “That’s so nice!” she said. “Becka never kisses me.”

“Doesn’t she? I wonder why…”

She pouted. “It’s ’cause our granddad once spanked us for kissing. And Becka also got spanked for touching herself once. He said that if a girl touches herself or other girls that way, God will make her hands fall off!”

“Oh, good grief… That’s not true!” I said. “God doesn’t mind when we do things that feel good. Why should he? God wants us to be happy, and if touching each other makes you happy then it can’t be a sin.”

She seemed to believe me, because she relaxed and smiled. So I decided to see if she was willing to take another step.

“You know what, Linnea?” I said. “There are a lot of things two girls can do that are even better than this. I can teach you some, if you want me to.”

She laughed and looked into my eyes. “Better than this? You make me feel all tingly already. What else is there?”

“Well… for starters, I could teach you about how lovers kiss! Open your lips a little.”

She did as she was told and I kissed her again, this time slipping my tongue into her warm little mouth. I remembered my own first French kiss and told her to do as I did, just as Erica taught me to do four years earlier.

“Oh, Jesus,” she said when I broke the kiss. “That made my pee-pee tingle even more. I liked that, Nellie!.”

“So did I, sweetheart,” I whispered. “But don’t call it ‘pee-pee’, Linnea! That’s a word for babies. Big girls like you and me have pussies. Or cunts, if you like.”

“That’s a dirty word,” Linnea said, shocked.

“No, it isn’t! Some people get upset from hearing it, that’s true… but I don’t know why. With me, you can say ‘cunt’, any time you like! I think it’s a beautiful word. And I really like your cunt!”

My own cunt was soaking wet and my nipples so hard that they hurt. I leaned in to kiss Linnea again, and she willingly accepted my tongue in her mouth.

“Okay, Linnea,” I said. “Now it’s your turn to close your eyes and spread your legs.”

“Yeah, hump me,” she said with a happy voice.

And I did just that, rubbing against her for a while. She really seemed to enjoy it. Then I took a break and kissed her some more. First on the mouth, then her neck and shoulders. Moving down even further, I licked her nipples.

Linnea giggled. “That tickles,” she said.

“Bad tickle or nice?”

“Nice! Please do some more!”

I sucked at her little pink nipples, and when they were both nice and pointy, I moved down to kiss her flat tummy, tickling her navel a little with my tongue, making Linnea laugh and peek down at me. “Close your eyes!” I reminded her. “That’s the rule, right?”

“Oh, yeah… sorry!” Linnea replied.

She shivered and sighed when she felt my mouth caress her soft pussy lips. I let my tongue stroke her slit a few times, then took a few longer, deeper licks. She was moaning loudly when my tongue found her little pink clit. Meanwhile, I made another try at finger-fucking her. I carefully pressed the tip of my index finger against her almost totally closed opening, and this time the child’s pussy sort of opened up a little, enough to admit the intruder.

I tried to be as gentle as I could, paying thorough attention to Linnea’s body’s response. She was so tight, so tight — but little by little, she opened up for me, and my finger slid deeper and deeper inside her. It felt as if this little girl’s cunt was sucking at my finger. So tight, yet so willing! I could feel my young lover’s pulse through the tight pussy walls that squeezed my finger. And I loved the feeling.

I licked and sucked and fingered her as tenderly as I could, and soon enough Linnea was moaning with pleasure.

“God, Nellie,” she whispered. “The tickles are coming — and so fast, too!”

It took a moment before I understood what she meant, but I realized that she’d already experienced orgasms, and knew a little more than I had during my first time.

Suddenly she moaned again — and this time, I felt her coming. I felt it inside her pussy, and in her body as it stiffened and relaxed over and over again.

Finally, lying limply next to me, she giggled. “Oh, Nellie, you made even better tickles than Becka does!”

“Thank you, Linnea,” I whispered. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“Um… do I have to kiss you that way too?” she wondered.

I stroked Linnea’s hair and smiled at her, shaking my head. “No, you don’t have to! Only if you want.”

Linnea hesitated, looking a bit unhappy. “It’s only fair that I do it to you,” she said. “But… it seems kinda gross. And, I mean, I’ve never done it…”

“It’s okay,” I said. “Like I told you — don’t do it unless you want. I won’t think any less of you, I promise!”

She looked at me without speaking for a little while. “Maybe next time,” she eventually said. “You see, I want to… but I don’t dare. Not yet, anyway.”

I just smiled and kissed her again, knowing that sooner or later she’d come around and do the same to me that I’d done to her.

Linnea sat up and stretched. “Nellie… I’m really hungry! Do you have cereal and milk?”

“Yeah, I’m sure we do,” I said with a smile. “Wanna go downstairs and find something to eat?”

We put our nighties back on and went downstairs to the kitchen. My dad was there, reading the morning paper.

“Oh, it’s two sweet little ladies,” he said with a smile. “Good morning!”

We said good morning back to him, then I set the table for us and took out the cereal from the cupboard and milk from the fridge.

Linnea was a little shy around my dad. Every time he looked at her, she blushed and giggled. Then Mum came down too and she walked up to where I sat at the table and put a hand on my shoulder.

“You did very good last night, young lady,” she said. “So good, I’ll give you double allowance this week!”

“Oh, thank you, Mum,” I said. “Can I maybe have it today?”

Mum went to get her purse and gave me the money. I looked at Linnea and smiled. “Wanna go to the store with me and get some candy?”

Linnea really did shine like the sun when she smiled right then. “Yes, please. Wow, I’m gonna trade Becka for you if your parents will take her! She never shares any candy with me,” she said. Mum and Dad laughed.

I was so happy I had found a little lover… and suddenly she didn’t look grey and plain anymore. Now that I looked at her with love, she was the cutest thing you can imagine. And that was when I got an idea how I was going to make Linnea want to give me the same pleasures that she got from me. I’ll tell you about that next time!

Continue on to Part Two