Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Suzy Freeman

Hello again. My name is Suzanne Freeman, and the following is the next in my series of interviews that comprise the majority of my PhD dissertation on the effects of a powerful sex drive that manifests itself in childhood. This dissertation involves only females, and seeks to determine how their libidos went on to affect their development into adulthood.

This particular interview involves Erica, a young mother of twenty-seven, who responded to my original request for women willing to discuss the early onset and discovery of desire for sexual contact of any kind, but more specifically, how such desire manifested itself in lesbian activity. Erica’s last name, like all last names in this study, are withheld.

For the purposes of these interviews, “Q” represents a question or comment I make. “A” represents the answer provided by the subject. Occasionally, when appropriate, the interview will take narrative form, much the same as a story in a book. Other initials are sometimes used when the subject brings along someone else with whom they share a sexual history.

Erica agreed to meet at my apartment for the first session. This interview is transcribed directly from the recordings.

***

Q: Good afternoon, Erica, and welcome. You have agreed to be open about your sexual history with me for the purposes of this study. You were chosen from dozens of respondents due to the frankness of your answers to the questions posed on the original questionnaire.

A: Hi, Suzanne. I’m happy to be here. Talking about my sex life, well, it sort of gets me going, if you know what I mean. I hope you won’t mind if I end up, well, masturbating as we talk?

Q: Not at all. You should do whatever makes you comfortable. Now, what is your earliest sexual memory, even if you weren’t aware at the time that it was sexual?

A: Well, my earliest memory is of touching myself and liking how it felt. I can’t remember how old I was. I just remember that it felt good when I touched my pussy. What’s most important is that this led to my first sexual encounter with another person.

Q: A female?

A: Yes.

Q: Tell us about that.

A: I was eight at the time. I have an older sister, as I mentioned on the questionnaire, and, well, she’s rather sexual herself.

Q: How much older is she?

A: Four years. Almost exactly four, in fact. She’ll be thirty-two a few days after I turn twenty-eight.

Q: So she would have been twelve at the time?

A: Yes.

Q: Do you have other siblings?

A: Yes, two brothers and another sister. My brothers are seven and five years older than I am. My other sister is two years younger.

Q: So, your parents had two boys, then three girls?

A: Yes.

Q: Just for the sake of accuracy in my study, did you have sex with your brothers as well?

A: Yes. In fact, my oldest brother took my virginity when I was nine. It hurt like hell, but after the first few times, it was fine.

Q: I just wanted to know for the purpose of this study. There will be no need to discuss what sex you had with your brothers or any other males.

A: (Laughing) I understand. We might be here for weeks if we included that.

Q: Do you then consider yourself bisexual?

A: Mostly queer, truth be told. I definitely prefer women. I still fuck my brothers every now and then, but that’s because I have a serious incest fetish. I don’t know what it is about family sex that gets me so incredibly hot, but that’s how I’m wired.

Q: That’s a topic we’ll definitely be addressing in this study. Now, before we move into your first sexual encounter with your sister, do you continue to have sex with your siblings?

A: Yes, and several friends as well. Nearly all women… and girls. Speaking of which, I spoke to my friend Cassie the other day, and I found out she told you about me.

Q: She did. I was wondering if you were the same Erica she mentioned.

A: That was me, yes. The two of us fucked a few times, and I ended up telling her all about the things I’d done with my sisters and brothers. It turned Cassie on, that’s for damn sure. She practically assaulted me! Then I started wondering about her, so I asked straight-out if she’d ever done incest herself. It took some persuading, but she finally told me about her family. Then it was my turn to get excited.

Q: Did you ever have sex with any of Cassie’s family?

A: Just her daughter. Cassie brought Melinda along the last time we hooked up. (She paused for a moment.) I think you already know how good that little girl is at eating pussy, right?

Q: Yes. She is a very sexual child.

(I felt a powerful urge to stop the interview right there and slide my hand under Erica’s skirt. There was a certain gleam in her eyes, the kind that told me she’d be into a heated romp in the sack. But I forced myself to stay focused on the study.)

Q: So, tell me about that first time with your older sister.

(For this portion of the interview, Erica’s story will be told in a narrative style.)

***

One night, Andrea crept into the bedroom I shared with my little sister Carmen. She woke me with a light shake, put a finger to her lips before I could ask what she was up to, then signaled for me to follow her. We lived in a four bedroom house, and she was the only one of the kids to have her own room. My brothers shared a room, while me and my little sister had the one next door. My parents, of course, took the master bedroom.

Anyway, Andrea wanted me to come along. I reached for my nightie, but she whispered, “You won’t be needing that,” so all I wore was a tiny t-shirt and panties. I felt sleepy, but also curious about what she wanted from me. I thought she was gonna tell me a secret, or show me something she wasn’t supposed to have. Well, that’s exactly what she did, but it sure wasn’t anything I expected!

She got me to climb into her bed, settled in next to me, then said, “I saw you touching yourself the other day, Erica.”

I didn’t have a clue what she meant. “Touching myself?”

“Yeah. You know. Down there.” She pointed at the front of my panties. That’s when I knew what she was talking about. I was a little bit scared because I thought she might tell Mom and Dad on me.

“You saw that?”

“Yes.”

“How? Were you spying on me?”

“No. You were outside sitting in the sun with a hand inside your shorts. I just happened to look outside, and there you were masturbating.”

“Master what?”

“Masturbating. That’s what rubbing yourself down there is called, It’s sort of a grownup word, so don’t go saying it around Mom or Dad.”

“Um, okay.” I was relieved Andrea wasn’t going to tattle on me, but that had me wondering what she really wanted.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” she asked with a knowing smile.

No point in lying about it, I figured. “Sure.”

“I think so, too. Anyway, it got me thinking you might want to watch me do it. You know, since I watched you? Guess I kinda owe you one”

“Um, I guess.” I wasn’t sure where this would lead, but I figured Andrea had to know more about this whole touching thing than I did. Maybe I could learn from her. And even if she had nothing new to show me, it would be fun to see her doing it.

Andrea started taking off her pajamas, and I was surprised to see she was naked underneath. Lying back, my sister said, “Now sit in front of me, so you can get a good look.”

I arranged myself at the foot of the bed. She gave me a sweet smile, then reached down and started toying with her slit. I’d never seen her pussy up close like this before. In fact, I couldn’t even remember the last time she’d been nude in my presence. I had to admit that since then, she’d gotten way sexy..

Andrea kept fingering her pussy, slowly at first, but she soon began to rub herself faster. The liquid sound and the thick scent of my sister’s pussy filled the room. A deep pulse began to throb between my legs, causing me to shift about a bit.

I guess my sister noticed, because she said, “Hey, Erica – Why don’t you do it along with me?”

I’d actually wanted to do just that, but wasn’t sure how Andrea would react. Now that she’d handed me an engraved invitation, I immediately stripped off what little I had on, stretched out next to her and began to masturbate.

Mind you, I’d never had an orgasm, but apparently Andrea was an expert at pleasuring herself. I remember noticing that her attention was riveted to me, watching as I ran a finger up and down through my pussy. My sister’s cheeks were flushed, her breath getting louder and deeper as if she was sprinting. I saw her titties and belly shake… her legs, too. Then these huge jerks were racing through Andrea’s body, and she was thrashing around like crazy, gasping, “Oh! Oh, my God. Oooooohh yes!” all the while trying her best to keep quiet.

When she was done, she went limp and lay quietly, waiting for her breath to return. Was I supposed to stop touching myself? I really didn’t want to. My fingers were making me feel better than ever before.

Andrea’s eyes fluttered open. With a sleepy smile, she murmured, “Know what that was…?”

“What what was?”

“That trembling and stuff that just happened to me.”

“Um, no.”

“I was coming. I had an orgasm.”

“Oh.” So that was an orgasm! She sure seemed to enjoy it. Still, I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to react.

She continued. “It’s like the best feeling in the world, and I do mean the best.”

“Do you think I can have them? I’ve been trying, and it feels okay, but nothing like what happened to you.”

Andrea went quiet for a moment, stroking her chin like she was thinking about something, then said, “Want to see if you can?”

That got my attention in a big way. Sitting up, I exclaimed, “Have an orgasm? Totally! Are you, um, gonna show me how, then?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Sure.”

“Lie back and spread your legs.”

When I did as she asked, my sister shocked the hell out of me when she bent down and gave my pussy a kiss. It left me speechless. I knew girls sometimes did that to other girls, but I sure didn’t expect anything like that from my own sister!

Somehow I managed to keep from freaking out, not wanting Andrea to think I was scared… though I was, at least a little bit.

Lucky me, she didn’t seem to notice. Instead, she said, “This is gonna feel really good at first, but it’s not an orgasm. You have to wait for that. The feelings keep getting better and better until… Well, you’ll know when you’re coming, believe me. Just be patient and wait for it to happen, okay?”

“Okay.”

That’s when Andrea moved in and started licking my pussy.

Of course, I’d never had that done to me before, and to say it felt utterly amazing would be a huge understatement. I loved it from her first lick. I didn’t even think about Andrea putting her mouth on me where I peed from. It was too good to concentrate on anything else. I swear, the damn walls could have collapsed around us and I wouldn’t even have noticed.

Before long, I could feel my hips start to move, pushing back against her mouth. There was a warmth beneath my belly that seemed to grow as Andrea licked me. It kept getting bigger and better until I  wanted to scream but I had the presence of mind to clamp a hand over my mouth. Our parents would’ve blown a gasket at the sight of their good-girl daughters having lesbian sex with each other.

All of a sudden that heat flared up, like a book of matches catching fire. I remember thinking how my sister was so, SO right – this was the most amazing feeling ever, and I loved it. My first orgasm.

After I came, I lay there thinking how Andrea had made herself come with just a hand. I looked up at her. “Can I do that to myself and get a orgasm? Y’know, like you just did?”

“Sure, any time you want, as long as you don’t get caught. I don’t think I’d get in trouble if Mom walked in on me while I was doing it, but she’d probably say you’re too young to masturbate.”

“Don’t get caught, then. Okay.”

That’s right. You can do it when you’re with me, but nobody else.”

“What about Carmen? Shouldn’t she be in on this?”

“Not just yet. At least not until we know she can keep her yap shut about it. We do NOT want her telling Mom or Dad.”

“What about Steven and Jake?” Those are my brothers.

Andrea shook her head. “Again, not yet. I’m fucking them both, and they’re fucking each other, but you aren’t ready for sex with a boy. Maybe in a couple of years. In the meantime, you’ve got me. I’ll do it with you any time you like.”

That’s when it really hit me – my cool big sister just had sex with me! And she was offering to do the same for me again! My mind fairly buzzed with possibilities. I could have danced around the room, lit up by the joy I felt at that moment. On the other hand, now that Andrea was treating me like an adult, I didn’t want to carry on as if I was still in first grade. “I’d like that,” I told her with a nod and a smile.

“Good.” My sister gave me a tender kiss. “Put your stuff back on, and I’ll take you back to your room.”

Soon I was creeping back into my bedroom, where Carmen was still fast asleep. I slipped into bed, then lay there for a little while, lost in thought before drifting off. I remember wondering how two boys had sex with each other. I knew that boys were different down there than girls were, but didn’t know exactly what the difference was. I told myself to ask Andrea about that. A moment or two later, I fell asleep.

***

Q: That sounds like a wonderful introduction to sex.

A: Oh, definitely. (At this point, Erica had a hand beneath her skirt and was gently masturbating. Seeing that was an enormous turn on. Then she noticed me looking.) I’d like to undress for this, if you don’t mind. Unless you object to me being naked.

Q: Please, do whatever makes you comfortable. (I was already struggling to hide my desire for this beautiful brunette, and doing a poor job of it. She wasn’t beautiful in a magazine centerfold way, but that kind of woman didn’t do much for me anyhow. Erica’s breasts were barely a C cup, and her hips were slender, but I found her utterly desirable.)

A: (Unfastening her bra) I’m glad you don’t mind. It’s just I get so fucking hot talking about anything to do with sex. (She looked directly into my eyes.) Don’t you?

Q: I have to admit that yes, I do.

A: (She smiles, her eyes radiating desire as she lets her skirt fall, then steps out of her panties) Well, don’t let me stop you from doing whatever you want.

(Getting to my feet, I began to remove my clothes. It was obvious to us both that this would end with more than mere masturbation, though that was how we would begin. Now naked, Erica and I sat, facing each other, allowing our eyes to wander where they would. I held off on touching myself at first, but she immediately began to stroke her slit, which was already dripping with her essence.)

Q: So your sister did continue having sex with you?

A: Yes. We would get together in her bed and fuck at least two or three times a week. Then one night, she got up and left her room before we got started. I was confused – at least, until she returned with Carmen.

(Again, I will now return to a narrative style for this part of Erica’s story.)

Andrea said, “I think it’s time we make Carmen part of this.”

“Cool!” I was flat-out thrilled. Of my parents’ three daughters, Carmen was the loveliest, sure to be an absolute stunner when she came of age. I’d been crushing on her ever since Andrea and I started having sex. And since she and I shared a bedroom, we’d have plenty of opportunities to fuck.

Turning to Carmen, my big sister said, “How about it, kiddo? Ready to have sexy fun with us?”

Carmen was grinning like she’d been offered an extra dessert. “Totally! Um, should I go ahead and get naked?”

That intrigued me. Apparently, Andrea had already given her our little sister a good idea of what we’d been up to behind her back, and she was most eager to join us for “sexy fun.”

“Let’s all get undressed,” Andrea said. With that, the three of us quickly stripped ourselves bare.

Andrea took the lead. “Carmen, lie on your back and spread your legs, wide as you can.” My little sister got into position, practically radiating excitement.

“Now, Erica,”  Andrea continued, giving me a wicked smile, “Because I’m the best big sister in the whole world, you get to be the first to lick her.” She gave my shoulder a pat. “Enjoy.”

I was dying for a taste of my six-year-old sister, so I immediately flopped down between Carmen’s thighs, pressed my mouth to her and got to work, running my tongue through the pretty pink slit.

“Oh, Erica!” she squealed, a hard shiver racing through her little-girl body.

She tasted incredible. To this day, I consider hers the yummiest pussy I’ve ever licked… and believe you me, I’ve gone down on more women and girls than I can count since then. Her essence was thick and sweet, nectar gathered from the bees of paradise.

Soon Carmen was grinding her cunt against my mouth and chin, gasping with each thrust. “That f-feels so good!” she moaned.

I felt Andrea draw my hips up so I was bent over on elbows and knees. Spreading my buttocks apart, she applied her hot, sucking mouth to my pussy, her tongue darting inside. Rolling it around a few times, she then licked a pathway up to my anus, taking a long moment to rim me before shifting her attention to my clit. My body sang with joy to be loved so wonderfully by my big sister, but I did the best I could to pleasure Carmen every bit as well.

Andrea raised her head long enough to blurt, “Keep going, Erica. Keep going! You’re gonna give Carmen her first orgasm!” before diving back into my pussy.

Moments later, Carmen cried out and she began to thrash about on the bed. Her moans were so loud that I thought they might wake my parents, so I stopped licking my sister just long enough to shush her.

As it turned out, Mom and Dad slept through the racket we made, but it was enough to wake my brothers. Within minutes, Jake and Steven slipped into Andrea’s room to find us naked and having sex.

They entered just as I was coming in Andrea’s mouth. I was surprised at first, but quickly decided I didn’t care. It wasn’t as if they were gonna tell on us. In fact, they both started getting undressed.

That was when I saw my first erect penis. Two of them, actually. That’s as far as it went, though, ‘cause Andrea shook her head. “Uh-uh, guys. Not tonight.” Turning to Carmen and me, she said, “You two, go back to your room.”

“Hey, wait a minute!” Steven protested, but Andrea shut him up with a look.

“They aren’t old enough yet!” she snapped. “We talked about this. Not until they turn twelve, guys.” Once again, she looked at me and my little sister. “Sorry about that. We’ll get together again, I promise. Maybe tomorrow night. Now go on; off to bed. And close the door!”

I would’ve liked to stay, if only to see how boys have sex with each other, but Andrea was clearly waiting for us to leave. So Carmen and I made our exit as the boys climbed into Andrea’s bed.

The rest of our evening wasn’t wasted, though. Carmen wanted to try eating pussy for herself, so I stretched out on my six-year-old sister’s bed and let her go down on me. She was clumsy at first, but got the hang of it soon enough, bringing me to a lovely climax. Then I fingered her until she came, and we shared a few deep tongue kisses before turning in.

Before I drifted off, Carmen said that she adored me, she now knew that she liked girls, and far as she was concerned, the two of us could fuck any old time.

***

Q: So you still have sex with Carmen?

A: Yes, frequently. She and her little girl now live with me, in fact.

Q: How old is her daughter?

A: Six, the same age Carmen was when she had her first orgasm.

Q: I have to ask… is she sexually active in any way?

A: Absolutely. Carmen’s been licking her pussy since she was two. I’ve made love to her, too. In fact, so has Andrea, who also has kids. Two girls and a boy, but I don’t think you want to hear about him.

Q: No need to, really. The focus of this study is women and girls.

***

I noticed that Erica’s masturbation had become increasingly intense. Rather than gently fondle her slit like earlier, she was tracing small circles around her clitoris with the tip of a finger. Her breathing, too, had grown deeper.

No longer able or willing to restrain myself, I began to touch myself along with her. For the next few minutes we spoke not a word, gradually working toward release. I was reminded of younger days, when I was just beginning to question my sexuality, of lazy summer afternoons when my best friend Gloria and I would pleasure ourselves together to see which of us could reach orgasm first.

As Erica began to come, she gazed deep into my eyes, inviting me without words to join her in this self-imposed bliss. Moments later, as her ecstasy was beginning to subside, I went off in an orgasm that seemed as if it might never end.

As my racing heartbeat began to slow, I suddenly thought of my neighbor Hannah, who knew I’d had sex with Millie, my previous interview subject, and her twelve-year-old daughter Emily. We’d been a little too noisy when they came to my apartment for a session. Having overheard us through the wall, Hannah watched through the window to find out who exited my place afterward. Seeing Millie and Emily leave hand in hand, she quickly put two and two together, then confronted me with her suspicions.

I’ve always been a poor liar, and Hannah was soon able to ferret out the truth about what I’d been up to with Emily and her mother. Luckily, my neighbor admitted to being bisexual herself, then went on to confess her unexplored attraction to young girls. There and then, she took off her pants and masturbated to orgasm while I watched.

Hannah and I had managed to get together for sex once since then, and now I wondered if she’d heard the squeals of orgasmic delight from Emily and me. I’d promised to notify her the next time I was having sex with an underage girl, but since this wasn’t one of those times, I chose to save that invitation for another day. In the meantime, I picked up the thread of my interview.

***

Q: Carmen’s little girl… what’s her name?

A: Chantelle.

Q: That’s beautiful.

A: She’s a lovely child. I swear, that girl could be on magazine covers. Would you like to meet her? Cassie said you loved getting to know Melinda.

Q: Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose.

A: You wouldn’t be. When I told Carmen about doing this interview, she got downright jealous.

Q: Um… because you were getting the chance to tell your story?

A: Well, that too. But mostly because of this.

She rose, padded over to where I sat naked and straddled my lap. Moments later, we were sharing hungry kisses. She thrust a hand between my thighs, her fingers seeking and penetrating the entrance to my vagina, then began to fuck me hard, fast and deep.

From the start of our interview, I was more or less certain that Erica and I would end up coupling, but she exceeded my every expectation as a lesbian lover – taking me to the edge of rapture within seconds, playfully dancing away, then bearing down again until I wanted to scream. She was amazingly skilled at edging, bringing me to the boil again and again without permitting me to come.

I was a hot mess by the time Erica abruptly pulled away, leaving me panting for breath, dizzy with the need for release. “Where’s your bed?” she asked, getting to her feet.

“Come with me,” I said.

I led her into the bedroom, the one part of my home that I allowed to represent my true self. I usually kept the door closed because of what was in there. Photos and posters of beautiful young girls plastered the walls. Dildos of various shapes and sizes stood proudly on my nightstand, along with a butt plug and a finger vibrator. The posters were homemade, created from images I found online and processed with an AI clothing remover to render them naked..

We sprawled on my bed, and Erica looked around, admiring my erotic décor. “Ooh, I love what you’ve done! Where on earth did you find those posters? Soooo sexy!”

I explained how I made them, and Erica asked if she could pay me to do a few for her, saying, “I’d kill for a naked Hermione Granger. God, I had such a massive crush on Emma Watson.”

“Well, you don’t have to kill to get a copy from me. Just keep it private… or if somebody sees it, I don’t know, tell them someone gave it to you as a gag gift.”

With that, Erica kissed me again, and we were off and running. A moment later, the two of us were in a heated sixty-nine, and I was tasting her lovely pussy for the first time. She was incredibly juicy, and tasted amazing, tart as a ripe raspberry. Her pubes were trimmed into a neat triangle.

When I came, I didn’t bother hiding the sounds of ecstasy, and neither did Erica. I thought of my neighbor Hannah, wondering if she was listening in and masturbating on the other side of the wall.

After we’d both come several times, Erica and I lay nestled together. She continued to check out my nude posters, finally pointing at one I’d done of Hannah Montana. She said, “I’ll give you fifty dollars for one of those.”

“You don’t have to pay me,” I said. “I can have copies of the ones you like ready when you come back with Carmen and Chantelle.”

She kissed me. “Thanks. You’re the best.”

Once she’d dressed and we hugged each other goodbye, making plans to meet again that same week, I escorted her to the door, still completely naked.

I heard Hannah’s door open just as Erica stepped outside, and my neighbor emerged from her next-door apartment, all smiles..

“Hi, there!” she said. “I’m Hannah, Suzanne’s neighbor. How are you?” She extended her hand to Erica, who was slightly taken aback but shook Hannah’s hand.

“Hi,” Erica said.

Hannah glanced at me and said, “Suzanne knows our walls are as thin as onion-skin paper, so I after what I just heard, I simply had to meet you.”

Her meaning was clear, and the look in Hannah’s eyes said everything that needed saying.

Erica glanced back and forth between Hannah and me, at a loss for words. I figured it best to be totally honest. “It’s okay, Erica. Let’s just say Hannah has the same interest in pretty girls that you and I do.”

Erica’s expression told me she completely understood. She smiled, pleased to meet a kindred spirit, especially one as sexy as Hannah. With a sly light in her eyes, she drew close to Hannah, and the two women came together in a kiss that quickly went from gentle to passionate, tongues mingling before they drifted apart.

Hannah was now grinning herself. “My, my. I taste something very nice on your lips… or should I say ‘someone’?”

“You should,” Erica said. “And she’s delicious.”

“What about you, then?” Hannah murmured. “How do you taste? Only one way to find out, I suppose.” Turning to me, she claimed my mouth in a luscious kiss, sampling the tang of cunt that still lingered on my lips and chin, her hands slipping down to cup my bare ass.

“I can’t decide who I like more,” Hannah said when she broke away. “I’ll have to do a bit more research. Will you be returning for a second interview, Erica?”

Leaning close, Erica murmured in my ear, “She likes young girls, you said?”

I nodded. “As much as we do.”

Turning back to Hannah, Erica said, “Yes, I’ll be doing this again, and I’d like you to be here, too. Suzanne can give you the details. I’m bringing my sister and her daughter.”

“Oh? How old is the girl?”

“Six.”

Hannah blushed. “Oh, my, that is young.”

“She’s pretty… mature for her age, if you get my meaning,” Erica said, and leaned in for a final kiss with me before setting off with a call of “Toodles!” and a casual wave. Climbing into her car, she backed out of the parking spot and left.

Hannah’s gaze followed Erica’s Volvo as she rounded the turn and disappeared from sight, then looked at me. “You busy right now?” she murmured. “Like to hang out?”

I’d already enjoyed an intense sexual workout, but my motor was already purring anew. “Of course,” I replied, reaching for my neighbor’s hand. “I don’t think you’ve seen my bedroom yet.”

We were halfway up the stairs when something occurred to me. “Um, my sheets are kinda messy,” I told her.

“Good,” Hannah replied, already unfastening her top.

On to Chapter Six!