Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by kinkychic and kinky’s_sis

The place was huge, so it was ages before we got our suitcases. But finally, we were queueing at passport control. Things went quicker here, and soon we were waved through to arrivals.

I wasn’t at all sure that I would recognise Tinus and Agetha Claydermans, the couple who were supposed to meet us. I’d only met them once. Turns out I didn’t need to worry – the bush hat was the giveaway on the tall, leathery-skinned guy, and I recognised the short but tough-looking lady straight away. How could I forget her smile? And of course, standing just behind them was Vusumuzi, the old Zulu who’d worked for Dad.

Lucy let go of her case and ran. “Vusumuzi!” she cried as she charged at the bent old African. Taking my sister in his arms, he rocked her gently, greeting her in his own language. Lucy spoke his tongue better than I did, because I’d always been at boarding school whilst she had studied at home.

He bowed his head towards me, “UMaddie, ingane yami” (Maddie, hello my child), he said.

The drive upcountry took almost as long as the flight had, but I was happy to see all the familiar places from my childhood. The people, the animals, and the scenery. It felt like coming home.

Lucy and I were tired and jet-lagged, though, and it wasn’t long before we both fell asleep in the car.

I awoke with a jump. We were fording the river, and then I knew we were only a couple of miles from the farmhouse. It had already gone dark, but I could still make out the places where I used to explore.

I reached out and touched Mr Clandermans’ shoulder. “Could we stop here for a minute, please?”

He understood. Pulling to the side of the road, he switched off the engine. I took hold of Lucy’s hand. “Come.”

Emerging from the car, we walked to the small clearing. It had been lovingly kept, clean and tidy. There were fresh flowers in front of the gravestone. Vusumuzi had silently followed us. Feeling his presence behind me, I turned and looked searchingly at his face. He nodded. “I look after.”

I am not a religious person, so I didn’t pray, but at that moment, I knew how deeply I missed my father. I read the inscription under his name: The Protector of Animals. I’d forgotten those words. Suddenly, I was sobbing, my hands resting on the stone marker.

Lucy held me as I cried. Vusumuzi murmured softly, reciting a prayer to his own gods.

They helped me to my feet as I calmed down. My long pent-up emotions had finally been released. I pulled them both to me, but spoke to Vusumuzi. “Thank you, dear friend.”

***

The farmhouse hadn’t changed. Oh, little touches here and there, but the furniture and fittings were still the same. Lucy and I stood still, looking and remembering. The Clandermanses waited. Tears were once more rolling down my cheeks.

“Home,” I whispered and Lucy gave my hand a squeeze.

Mrs. Clandermans finally broke the silence. “I think maybe you would like to wash, then we eat. Or do you need to sleep?”

“Thank you for allowing us into your home, Mrs. Clandermans,” I said. “It’s very kind of you. We’re tired, yes, but we’re also very hungry.”

“My child, it is your home as well. Make it such. Please, both of you, call me Agetha, and my husband is Tinus, but we call him Tiny.”

I smiled at her as I wiped the tears away. I loved her stilted English and the strong Afrikaans twang to it. “And yes, a wash would be fantastic,” I said.

“You know the way,” she replied.

The meal was wonderful. Hungry? I was ravenous. The wine Tiny served was different from anything I’d ever had. A white wine, crisp and very dry, with a strong earthy, even flinty taste.

Tiny explained that several farmers had formed a cooperative and planted vines up on the hillside. The soil was volcanic, which gave the wine its distinctive flavour. He owned a one-ninth share in the business.

Lucy was drinking fresh orange juice. She didn’t like the wine. It pleased me to see how happy my sister looked, tired as she was.

Once the meal was finished, I got up and began to clear the table. “Maddie, you two are our guests,” Agetha said. “You do not work. Please, you will take your sister to bed? I think she is ready, yes?”

Her tone was quite firm, so I didn’t argue. And I realised I was so tired I might have dropped a few of the dishes on the way to the sink.

“You have two rooms or one,” Agetha said. “What you are used to you can do.” We said our goodnights and went to my old room. We could barely keep our eyes open as we cleaned our teeth.

I would’ve liked to share a bed with my sister, but we decided it was best to sleep apart. It wouldn’t do for us to get carried away with each other and get caught making love by Agetha or Tiny.

***

I could smell the coffee when I dragged myself awake. For a moment I was lost, then leaped out of bed and crossed the room to where Lucy lay. I gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Come on, sleepy, time to move,” I said.

She opened her eyes. “Kiss,” she said. “A proper morning kiss for your favourite sister.”

Listening for the sound of approaching feet, I gave Lucy a deep, passionate kiss. It had been days since we’d had sex, and I was already thinking about how to get an hour or so of privacy for the two of us.

Soon we were showered and in clean clothes. The table was already laid for breakfast when we walked in. “Morning, little ones,” Agetha said. “You like tea or coffee?”

“Oh, coffee for me, please,” I answered, “and juice for Lucy, if that’s okay.”

After breakfast, Tiny said he was going up to the vineyards and asked if we’d like to go along. Lucy said she’d love to, but I declined. After the long trip, I wanted to take it easy today, visiting my old haunts.

An hour later, I was kneeling at Dad’s grave again. This time, I didn’t cry. Instead, I sat and remembered. Remembered the man who had been my father. So kind and loving to both people and animals.

A voice interrupted my thoughts. “Sorry to be a bother, but I haven’t seen you round here before. Are you a Clandermans?”

It was a woman, somewhere in her early thirties, I reckoned. She had a pretty face, almost hidden under a huge floppy bush hat. The rest of her was concealed by a loose-fitting shirt and trousers.

“No, but I used to live here before we went back to England.” I pointed at the grave. “That’s my father.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have intruded.” She took a few steps away.

“No, it’s fine. Please don’t go. I cried yesterday. Today I’m reminiscing, is all.” I stood and held out my hand. “I’m Maddie.”

She shook my hand firmly, something I always like in another woman. “I’m Susan, but you can call me Susy… and in case you wondered, I’m not trespassing, I have Mr Clandermans’ permission to come and go as I please.”

“Doing what?”

“I’m seconded to an animal medical research group. We’re investigating some problems in this area. I’m a vet – not normally with wild animals, but the opportunity came up, so I jumped at it. To see Africa and the wildlife in its natural environment, not locked up in a zoo. And the chance to learn.”

“Goodness, that sounds wonderful. It’s kind of what my dad did.”

“Oh, I know. The people I’m working with speak highly of him.”

A tear rose in my eye, and I quickly brushed it away. Susy took my hand. “I’m sorry. That was thoughtless of me.”

“Don’t worry about it. We only got here yesterday and I’m still coming to terms with my memories.” I instinctively liked this woman. “So tell me, do you know the area well yet? Have you been here long?”

“No, only a couple of days, I don’t really start until next week. I was just having a wander about, finding my way around. I seemed to have got a bit lost in the bush, but I knew where I was when I saw the road over there.”

“Me, I was just revisiting my old secret places. Would you like to come along?”

She agreed, and we set off along a faint trail. Most anyone would have found it hard to see, but my forest skills were returning to me like it was yesterday. “There’s this one place you’ve got to see. It’s about two miles from here, but I promise it’ll be worth it.”

I was carrying a fairly long, stout piece of marula wood that I’d broken off from a fallen tree. She raised a questioning eyebrow. “What’s the stick for?”

“To push through the thorn bushes when we get near to where we’re going,” I explained. “Besides, it’s always sensible to carry in the bush just in case you meet anything unfriendly. Probably useless, but it makes me feel safer.”

The ground started to rise quite steeply until there was nothing but bare black rock underfoot. The last few hundred feet was a hard slog, but I finally reached the top and held out my hand to help Susy up the last bit. She looked around and let out a gasp. “Heavens, what a beautiful place!”

I nodded. “My dad said that thousands of years ago, when the river formed, it hit these rocks dead centre. The river split in two and went around both sides, so this was once an island. Then one side silted over, and the river just went around the other side, so it ended up with these rocks at the centre of a large loop before it flowed straight on. Nobody ever comes here. It’s quite hard to get to, and anyway, who would want to? There was only ever me. Well, now I’ve shown you my secret hiding place.”

“My God, Maddi, thank you so much, it’s… well, it’s magical.”

We sat in the shade of the lone acacia tree, talking about the work my dad had done, his fight against the poachers, and the sick or injured animals that he tried to nurse back to health.

The trek through the bush had been hot work, but now, with a gentle breeze wafting up from the river, we had cooled down. Susy removed her hat and shook out her hair. My first thought was of how beautiful she was, but then I was startled by her age – so much younger than I had expected.

She caught my stare. “What is it?” She asked.

“Oh, sorry. Somehow I thought you were much older. Now, I see, you’re not so far from my age.”

She gave a small laugh. “I’m twenty-three.”

Susy went on to tell me she’d not been qualified for long and only got the most basic jobs – medicating flocks of sheep and such. It had all got a bit boring, but she hoped that would change with this new job.

Occasionally, I would point to a beautiful bird swooping after dragonflies, or the deer and antelope coming down for a drink at the water’s edge.

It was mid-afternoon when I said that we ought to be getting back, I didn’t want the Clandermans worrying about me. We walked in file until the trail widened a little. Then we were side by side.

Suddenly I whispered, “Quiet, stay still.” I gently took her hand.

“What is it? I don’t see anything.”

“Move your head slowly and look up in the branches of that tree right ahead. Can you see? It’s a cheetah.”

“Yes! I see it… my God, it’s beautiful.” She watched for a while. “Er, we are safe, right? It won’t attack us?”

“No, it knows we’re here but it’s not interested in us. As long as we just watch for a little while, he won’t be bothered.”

Just like any cat, it lay stretched out with legs dangling either side of the branch, lazily licking a paw. Then it stood and gave its whole body a huge rolling stretch before it jumped from the tree and disappeared through the undergrowth.

Susy turned to me and pulled me into a hug. “Maddie, thank you. It’s been such a marvellous day.”

I felt her breasts press into me through her shirt. Oh God, my nipples were stiffening. Please don’t let her notice. God, that would be embarrassing. 

I quickly turned from her. “Come on, this way. We’re almost there.”

I knew that I wanted to see her again. “You’re still free tomorrow, right? Why don’t you hang out with me again? I’ll have a picnic made up. Bring a bathing costume, so we can have a swim. Please say you will.”

“I’d love to come with you again. Swim – is it safe to swim in the river? Besides, I don’t have a costume.”

“The river’s perfectly safe – no crocodiles around here. If you haven’t got a costume, well, just swim in your underwear. There’s no one to see us, so we’ll be fine.”

I swear Susy blushed, but she agreed. We fixed a time, and I told her not to bring anything except a towel. After a peck on my cheek, she was gone.

***

Lucy had also enjoyed her day, and had already arranged to go out with Tiny again. Of course, this suited me just fine. He was going to take one of his lower-bore rifles out and give her a few shooting lessons. She’d complained over lunch that I was a capable shot with a rifle or pistol, but she’d never been allowed to handle a gun. Of course, Agetha frowned, but as Tiny pointed out, it was always good to at least know which end of a gun was which when you lived in the wild.

I asked Agetha about putting a picnic together and told her about Susy. She said yes, she’d met Susy and thought she was very nice. She was pleased that I had made a friend so quickly. And of course, she would be happy to prepare a picnic lunch for us.

Tiny asked where we were going. After I explained, he insisted I take a shotgun with me. Not to kill anything, but to scare something off if I needed to. Very occasionally, lions were seen around that area. He also suggested that his old battery-powered radio would come in handy. A burst of static was usually enough to keep anything away.

***

From my seat on the verandah, I saw Susy a few hundred yards away, walking down the road. Again, she wore a bush shirt and trousers, but they were a better fit than those she’d worn the day before. I realised that I was studying her figure. 

Shit! I thought, I fancy her. I resolved to be careful not to flirt with Susy. I liked her and I wanted her as a friend. If she knew I liked girls, it might frighten her away.

She waved when she saw me, then broke into a trot. Right away, I forgot my resolve. “Hey, you’re running,” I said. “What – couldn’t wait to see me again?”

Oh God, I thought. I’m supposed to be behaving.

I saw a hint of pink appear on Susy’s cheek, but she laughed. “No, I just want to see the river again.”

Noticing the shotgun, she frowned. “Is that really necessary?”

I explained what Tiny had said and she understood the sense of it. We said goodbye to Agetha, then set off the same way as the previous day. It was clear just how easily we got along together, almost as if we’d been friends for years.

I cautioned Susy to step quietly as we approached the cheetah’s tree, but that day there was no sign of it.

At the river, we spread our towels out under the same acacia. I thought of Tiny’s suggestion of the radio but decided to ignore it. We wanted to see the animals, not frighten them away.

There were numerous birds to be seen, but no animals. Then I whispered to Susy, “Look, right over where the river comes into view.” There was a small sandy strip where, first one, then a few more appeared. Soon there were more than a dozen animals.

“Impala,” I said quietly.

They drank for ages, always nervously looking about. Then as quickly as they’d appeared, they shot away in graceful leaps and bounds. “Something scared them, but I can’t see anything,” Susy said.

“Hungry yet?” I asked, opening the large bag. “Oh, my, two bottles of wine. Is Agetha trying to get us drunk? Have you tasted the wine they make here yet? It’s a bit of an acquired taste, but I like it.”

Susy pulled a bit of a face when she tasted the wine, “It’s okay, but wouldn’t be my first choice,” she said. “I’m not complaining, mind.”

We lay side by side after we’d eaten, chatting for ages. Nothing significant, but I found it pleasant. It was quite easy to talk to her.

Feeling impulsive, I jumped to my feet. “I’m for a swim,” I said. “You coming?” and began to undress. I’d never been shy, so I didn’t give it a thought as my top, jeans and bra came off. A glance told me that Susy was nervous about being in her underwear in front of me.

I saw her hesitate. “Don’t be shy,” I said, giving her a playful nudge. ”It’s only me here.” Susy shrugged, then began to undress.

God, her figure was gorgeous. I couldn’t help myself, I just stared. Then I realised I should have kept my bra on, because my nipples were already responding to the sight. I snatched up my towel and draped it around my shoulders. Susy didn’t appear to have noticed.

“Let’s go this way,” I told her. “It’s not as steep around the side.” As we got nearer to the water, I added, “You can dive off the rock, it’s just deep enough… or you can wade in over there.”

I dumped my towel and dived straight in. I had forgotten just how cold the water was. Well, at least there was a reason for my nipples standing out now. Susy did the same, but quickly came up, “Fuck!” she said. “Oops! Sorry, but that’s bloody cold. You might have warned me.”

We laughed and splashed about for a while, but it really was too cold for us to stay in for long. “Come on, I’m freezing,” I said and climbed out. I reached a hand and pulled Susy up.

Two things hit me right away. One, her nipples were clearly erect under her bra, and two, her underthings were all but transparent. I quickly averted my eyes before she caught me looking, then tossed the towel to her.

Back at our spot, the rock was nice and warm, so we soon felt better. I poured us each a glass of wine, which we gulped down, then had another. “It does get better, the more you drink,” Susy said.

She lay on her back and I stretched out next to her on my stomach, our arms nearly touching. By then, the promise I’d made to refrain from seducing her was all but forgotten. Feeling especially bold, I reached down and pulled my panties off, then spread them out on the warm stone. “Too wet and uncomfortable,” I said, pretending not to notice Susy’s surprised expression. “I’m laying them out to dry. You should do the same.”

She surprised me by doing exactly that – this time without hesitation. That’s what several glasses of wine will do to you, I reckoned. Our nipples were back to normal now that we’d warmed up a bit, but the heat that hissed and raged beneath my belly couldn’t be ignored..

I saw she had a small tattoo at the top of her arm, just below the shoulder – a tiny cherub blowing a small circle of clouds. I reached my fingers to touch it. “That’s nice, I like that.” I didn’t consciously realise it, but my fingers lingered there, slowly tracing circles around the tat.

And I was staring at her boobs again. Oh, shit! I could see her nipples slowly getting larger again. It’s my fingers on her shoulder, I thought. It must be. I let them softly trace down her arm a little, then back up to the tattoo. She didn’t protest, so I did it again.

But then she said in a very soft voice, “Maddie, you’re touching me.”

“Your skin, it’s so lovely and soft. I just wanted to feel it… do you mind?”

Susy didn’t answer, but she turned her head a little to peer at me, a puzzled expression on her face. I kept my finger moving but this time when I reached her shoulder, I continued to her neck, lightly grazing Susy’s skin, finally tracing her mouth.

My eyes still locked on hers, I leaned forward until my lips brushed her arm. That was when she finally spoke. “Maddie, you – you shouldn’t.”

My fingers drifted from Susy’s lips to the hollow of her neck, where I paused. “Why?” I said. “Tell me to stop, and I will. You only have to say the words.” My fingers moved again, this time to the swell of her breasts. Again I paused, all the while gazing into her wide-open eyes. She didn’t answer.

I let the palm of my hand slide down until I was cupping Susy’s breast, feeling her nipple harden against my palm. My lips were still touching her arm. Extending my tongue, I licked her skin. She just stared.

Pushing myself up onto an elbow, I drew closer to my new friend’s chest. I was ready to stop if she told me to, but she never did.

My lips closed around a nipple, and I gently sucked it. I saw Susy’s eyes close. Yes! She had surrendered to me. She was mine.

I licked the stiffened nipple with a hard flick of my tongue. She gasped, covering her mouth with one hand as the other slowly came to rest over mine, the one cupping her other breast.

I kissed Susy all over, each kiss bolder than the last. Between kisses, I licked her skin. Her belly tensed and she inhaled sharply as my lips explored, moving from side to side, pausing only long enough for my tongue to dip briefly into her navel. A little further down and I found – not hair, just a lovely, smooth, shaven vulva.

For a moment she resisted when I parted her thighs, but then she let them fall open, allowing my tongue to slip down to where her inner thigh met her groin. I could see the glistening of her sex, and knew she was aroused and wet. I kissed all around her pussy, never quite touching it. Her hands were gripping and bunching the towel.

I heard Susy moan, and I knew it was time to make my new lover come. I moved between her legs, my lips just grazing the moist labia. With fingers on either side, I gently separated them and pressed my face to her inviting treasure, tasting her at last.

Oh, my God, her glorious taste… it had me glowing like the sun. I knew now that this had been my aim since I first saw her. I’d hidden it with thoughts of friendship, but had only been lying to myself.

Gripping Susy’s thighs, I pulled her hard to my mouth, moving my head from side to side, revelling in her freely flowing wetness.

I brought one hand back to her pussy, parting Susy’s folds until her clit rose into view, inviting my tongue. I heard an, “Ooooh!” as I licked it, then sucked the inflamed bud into my mouth, forming a tight O around it.

“Maddie! Oh God, Maddie, love me.”

Placing three fingers at her opening, I penetrated deep into Susy’s vagina. As I began to work them back and forth, her hips flexed and lifted to meet my pumping arm. The muscles inside bore down on my fingers with every thrust, and I knew she was close to climaxing.

She clutched at my hair, howling, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” over and over. Then suddenly she cried, “Oh, fuck!” and jerked violently, coming for me. I kept licking her clit, though my hand could hardly move anymore – she was gripping my fingers so tightly inside.

Her body shuddered again. “Fuck, yes. Shit! Shit! Sh… sh… i… t!” Her hold on my hand relaxed and I began to pull out. “No, don’t!” she pleaded. “Stay there for a little longer, please.” I continued to kiss her clit, but very gently. Finally, she said, “Okay… I’ve had enough.”

I withdrew my hand and sat up to look at her. She stared back in disbelief. “My God… you just fucked me, and we haven’t even kissed yet!”

I climbed on top of her and brought my lips to hers. “Taste yourself,” I told her, and we shared the longest, most wonderful kiss of my life.

I finally pulled away, and Susy’s eyes popped open. “Did you plan this all along?” she asked,

“Honestly, I didn’t. I wanted to, but I told myself to behave and not risk our friendship. I guess I fucked up.”

“Maddie, I’ve never been with a woman before. I was getting a feeling about you, and it frightened me. I nearly sent a note to tell you I couldn’t make it today. Then I told myself I was imagining things. But I wasn’t, was I?”

“Susy, I really did try to be good. But you got me so excited… and in the end, I couldn’t resist you any longer. I’m sorry. Please don’t be cross with me.”

She laughed. “Do I look cross, you little fool? You were magic. I never imagined I could feel that good!”

I brushed the trace of a tear from the corner of her eye… though to tell the truth, I was feeling a little tearful myself. “Susy, you’ve made me so happy,” I whispered. Then we were kissing again.

Suddenly she broke away, pushing at my shoulder. “Can I – can I try? I’d like to give you those feelings.” she said, nudging me over until I was on my back.

Susy tentatively placed a hand on my breast, giving it a little squeeze, feeling it as if she’d never touched one before. Her fingers came to a nipple, and she lovingly toyed with it, marvelling at the stiff, proud little soldier. I watched as her mouth came nearer, and my nipple disappeared between her lips. I felt her tongue twirling around and around as she teased it.

She emulated exactly what I’d done, kissing me everywhere as she travelled down my body. My excitement mounted in anticipation of what I knew was to come. Susy moved between my legs, gazing at my lower lips. I raised my knees and spread myself wide, then reached down and opened my cunt, giving her a view deep inside.

Still she stared, not moving, just looking. I pulled my hood back, took hold of my clit between finger and thumb and I slowly massaged it, feeling it grow. I reached around the outside of my thigh, searching for her hand. When I had it, I bunched two of her fingers and brought them to my pussy, drawing them slowly inside.

Susy glanced up at me and smiled. Then her head came down, she pushed my fingers away, and her lips settled on me. She lapped at my juices, then pulled back, mulling over their taste. Then she smiled again and went to work, sucking and fingering me. She no longer needed my guidance.

I’d built up such anticipation, so much need, that I wasn’t going to last very long. No sooner had the thought occurred to me than my orgasm began. I had only one last thought: Oh God, please don’t let me squirt in her face. She’s not ready for that!

My head went back, my body arched and tightened. I clutched her fingers. Then I lost all control. I’m not usually noisy during sex, but this time I heard myself scream as my body was convulsed by sensations of pure ecstasy.

When I eventually opened my eyes, Susy was gazing at me with a look of awe. I gave her a weary smile, then began to tell her how wonderful that was, but she spoke first. “My God, Maddie… do you always come that hard?”

I drew Susy up to me, wrapping both arms around her. “My love, that was all because of you,” I whispered.

“It was?” she said. “Oh, my.”

On to Chapter Three!