Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

The Two-Family Orgy

By Cheryl Taggert 

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After my night with the call girl, I couldn’t wait until Deanna got home. I wanted to tell her everything about that night and have some fun with her since I knew it would make her horny. I could have told her on the phone, but I wanted to be right there with her to see the look in her eyes when she heard my mom bought me a very pretty woman for a couple of hours.  I was so excited she would get home that day, and I waited for her call.

Therefore, when our house phone rang and it was from Deanna’s house line, I was nearly jumping up and down with joy.

“Hey, girl!” I shouted into the phone.

“Well, it’s not Deanna, but I’m glad you called me ‘girl.’ It makes me feel so young!”

It was Ms. Carter, Deanna’s mom. “Oh, hi,” I said, surprised it was her.

“I know you want to talk to Deanna about getting together for, well, for some fun, but first I want to thank you for getting the three of us together. We had a lot of fun on our vacation, more fun than we’ve ever had before, in fact.” I could hear a smile in her voice. Of course, I knew what she meant. I had more or less seduced her, which had led to her two daughters, Elizabeth and Deanna, joining her in bed, too.

“You’re welcome,” I said. “Besides, it was my pleasure.” I hoped she could hear the smile in my voice as well.

She chuckled at that and said, “Can I speak to your mom for a minute? Then I’ll let you and Deanna talk.”

“Sure,” I said and called my mom to the phone.

“Hi!” Mom said when she took the phone.

She listened for a moment then said, “That sounds great!” I wondered what was being planned. They chatted for a moment more before Mom said good-bye and handed the phone over to me.

“Deanna?!” I said, but her mom was still there.

“She’s on her way,” she told me.

I waited, feeling a bit awkward just standing there in silence. Finally, my best friend in the world was on the line.

“Cheryl!” she squealed into the phone.

“Hey, girl! When you wanna get together?”

“My mom didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“You and your mom are supposed to come over tonight and spend the night!”

“Huh?” I was confused. I looked at Mom and she was grinning.

“Mom! Why didn’t you tell me?” I said.

“I knew Deanna would tell you,” she said.

“When are we going over there?” I asked.

“Hey!” said Deanna on the other end of the phone call. “Remember me?”

“Oh,” I said into the phone. “I was talking to my mom about tonight. Sorry.”

Deanna just laughed. “One conversation at a time!” she said.

“We’re going over in about an hour,” Mom said.

“We’ll be there in an hour!” I said into the phone.

“I know,” Deanna said. Apparently, I was the only one involved without all the details.

“Well, I need to go get ready,” I said. “I can’t wait to lick your pussy!”

“Same here!” Deanna said, and we said our good-byes and hung up.

I ran over to my mom and hugged her, thinking that at some point I needed to give my mom a great orgasm. She and I hadn’t done anything together for a while, unless you count the call girl, but that wasn’t the same since Mom and I never actually touched each other when that happened.

I went upstairs and got ready to go to Deanna’s for the night. Getting ready meant removing all my underclothes and putting on a sun dress. It billowed out from my waist, meaning getting to my pussy would be easier with it on.

Then something occurred to me. “What about Mr. Carter?” I asked my mom. We couldn’t very well have any fun if he were there.

“He’s still in Europe on business. He isn’t flying home until day after tomorrow.”

Great! Mom and I were going over to have an orgy with Deanna, her sister Elizabeth, and her mom. Three girls and two adults. It sounded like more fun than life should ever be, but I was glad my life was that much fun. I looked at my mom and said, “Isn’t lesbian incest great?!” She laughed and agreed that it was indeed spectacular.

On the way over, my mom and I talked about something that had been on my mind lately. “Mom? If I ever have a daughter, how should I go about making sure she is open to having sex with her mom?”

“And her grandmother,” Mom said with a small laugh.

“Okay, but how do I do that?”

“Well, with me it was just opportunity. Do you remember our first time? You were only six. You’ll be ten very soon, and as I recall, it wasn’t much after you turned six that we got started. Soon, we’ll celebrate four wonderful years of an incestuous relationship.”

Wow, I thought. Four years. “Yeah, I remember. I caught you masturbating to one of your movies. But what if she never catches me?”

“You just make sure she does.”

“But with us, it was just a happy coincidence,” I said.

Mom looked at me out of the corner of her eyes.

“It was a coincidence, wasn’t it?” I asked.

“Not exactly.”

“You mean it was a setup?”

Mom nodded.

That was a surprise. “But how did you know I would come in there?”

“Well, honey, it took several tries. I knew if you walked in on me when I was masturbating and watching one of my videos, you’d be curious. I knew if you were curious, you’d want to join in to see what it was all about. That was maybe the third time I had masturbated like that over a two-week span.”

“So you wanted me to catch you like that?”

“Uh-huh. Of course, I didn’t mind trying the other two times. I just wanted you to take part.” Mom smiled at me.

“When you said it was opportunity, it was an opportunity you set up, then.”

“Right.”

“So if I have a daughter one day, I just need to set up an opportunity with her?”

“That’s all you need to do.”

I thought about that for a few minutes, imagining myself as a young woman with a little girl. It was making me wet just to think about it. Then I had another question. “Mommy, how old should my daughter be when I do that? Can I start when she’s younger than six?”

“You can, but you just need to make sure she understands enough not to say anything. That’s why I waited until you were six. I knew then you’d be able to grasp the consequences of telling.”

I nodded. That made sense, but still, I felt it probably could have happened sooner with me, and maybe it could happen sooner with my own daughter as well. I could remember having good feelings “down there” when I was younger than six. It’s possible my own daughter will be just as sexual as I turned out to be.

We were pulling into the driveway at Deanna’s and I knew it was time for some real sex, not just the fantasy I was having about a daughter I didn’t have yet.

We walked up to the door and Mommy rang the bell. At the last second, I decided to do something really bold. I reached down to the hem of my dress and pulled it up enough so that whoever answered the door would be greeted by the sight of my pussy since I wasn’t wearing underwear. I could do it in such a way that the dress would stay in place at the back, so nobody who might be looking would see what I was doing.

Elizabeth opened the door and her eyes bugged out when she saw me standing there with my pussy exposed. I just burst into gales of laughter and entered the house. As soon as the door closed, I jumped up and wrapped my arms around Elizabeth’s neck and planted a wet kiss right on her lips.

“Cheryl, you’re being too rambunctious,” my mom said. “Calm down, please.”

Elizabeth looked at my mom and smiled. “It’s okay,” she said. “I’m fine with her being rambunctious if it means I get to play with her pussy first!”

“Nuh-uh!” Deanna called as she entered the room. “She’s my best friend, so I get her first.”

Ms. Carter entered and played peacemaker. “Calm down, both of you. There will be plenty of time for everyone to have all the fun they want to have.”

Ms. Carter turned to my mom and said, ‘Hello, Kayleigh. I’m so glad you both could make it.”

“Me, too,” Mom said, taking Ms. Carter in her arms and kissing her. “I think this will be a night to remember.”

“I know it will be for me,” Ms. Carter said.

I was already horny from my fantasies in the car, so I stripped off the summer dress in about two seconds and removed my sandals. I was completely naked and ready for some hot action.

Deanna squealed and began to remove her shorts and t-shirt while Elizabeth did the same. Soon all three of us girls were naked and we lay down right there on the carpet and started touching each other. I glanced up at Mommy and Ms. Carter, and they were staring at us, probably shocked into silence by how quickly we got down to business.

Soon, the women joined us, shedding their clothes and sitting on the small sofa nearby to watch us.

I attacked Elizabeth’s boobs, using one hand to squeeze her right tit, tweaking the nipple and pinching it, while my mouth began to nibble the flesh around her left nipple. Elizabeth just lay back on the plush carpet and let me devour her breast, cooing at the erotic contact.

Deanna moved to my lower half, using her fingers to coax my clit to show herself from behind the fleshy hood. She would dip her fingers into my honeypot and lubricate my clit for a second before returning for more of my juices. Her fingers explored and penetrated me just enough to arouse me but not enough to really get me going. It occurred to me she was teasing me.

I reached down to Elizabeth’s center and began rubbing her tummy in small circles that gradually expanded until I was making gentle, quick contact with her pussy. I would only drag my hand over the sparse pubic hair, allowing a finger to touch her clit as it passed.

I could tease too.

Elizabeth began to softly gasp as my finger made contact with each circling of her lower tummy and twat. The reactions urged me to do more, but I refrained for the moment, wanting to really get her on edge.

Meanwhile, Deanna had resorted to soft, quick kisses on my clit, keeping her tongue inside her mouth for the moment. I began to hear my own short gasps that were inhaled through my nose because my mouth was busy on Elizabeth’s boob. I had moved to its peak and nibbled the strawberry cap before sucking on it, licking it, kissing it. Basically, I was making love to her titty.

In other words, I was on my way to heaven, as were the other girls on the floor with me. It was just a matter of time before we began to make love to each other in earnest.

I heard my mom speak to Ms. Carter in the middle of this mini-orgy.

“Jessie, I am so happy you invited us over. While I know you wish your husband were home, I hope we are good replacements.”

“Oh, Kayleigh,” Ms. Carter — or Jessie — said. “To be perfectly honest, I’m glad he isn’t home. I’ve been thinking about this for several days now, and a lesbian orgy with our daughters beats any sex with my husband, hands down.”

“Did you enjoy your time with your daughters?”

“Definitely. And I have your daughter to thank for that.”

“I’m sure you will be able to thank her in a way she will enjoy very much before this party is over,” Mommy said, chuckling.

They were quiet and I glanced at them. They were in a deep kiss, their tongues swirling in a sensuous massage of the other’s tongue. Their hands were already beginning to explore the other’s body. Mommy’s hand was squeezing Ms. Carter’s ass while allowing a finger to reach between her ass crack to play with her butthole. Ms. Carter had one hand on Mommy’s boob, squeezing it and tweaking her nipple.

I returned my attention to what I was doing to Elizabeth as well as what Deanna was doing to me. Her fingers’ exploration of my pussy and clit had become more focused and intense. She had one finger diving in and out of my vagina while the thumb of her other hand was starting to strum my clit. I heard a soft squeal and realized it was me. What Deanna was doing to me really had my juices flowing. My entire pussy was reaching a full boil.

I had stopped circling with my hand. Now, I was rubbing Elizabeth’s slit with my index finger, up and down. I would run my finger up to her clit, press it, and then move down to her vagina, where I would scoop up some of her nectar before continuing down to her butthole, which I would smear with her fluids of desire before returning to her clit.

I knew she would love this. It was one of my favorite masturbation techniques, and I had generally found that what felt good to me felt good to other girls.  Mmm… such a great lesbian lover at the age of nine. Of course, I was very close to ten, and the four years of experience with my mom, her friends, and my friends had taught me a lot about giving and getting good sex. I already couldn’t wait until my eighteenth birthday. I planned to make my first legal porno on that day. I could imagine no better way to make a living.

Elizabeth was starting to do more than just gasp a little. She was beginning to squeal and moan with the pleasure I was giving her. She wasn’t close yet, but I could tell she would be soon. That was my signal to change things up a bit. I looked down at Deanna, who was still fingering me and basically making my life wonderful at that moment.

“Deanna, move to where Elizabeth can get to your pussy.”

“I want to get you off!” she said, not realizing I wasn’t about to let her stop making love to my cunt.

“You will, but I want you to get off too, and I want to watch your sister get you there. Just move to where she can get to you.”

Deanna shifted around so that her sister could lick and touch her pretty, still hairless pussy. It looked a lot like mine, in fact.

Elizabeth immediately began to make love to Deanna’s twat, running her tongue along the slit to bathe it in her delicious juices. She did this several times to spread the moisture around before clamping her mouth onto the soft flesh of her little sister’s cunt. A grunting moan seemed to force its way out of Deanna’s lungs as she felt her sister’s tongue and mouth devouring her most sensitive area.

I glanced up at Mom and Jessie again. Jessie was lying on her tummy, licking my mommy’s pussy, concentrating on her clit. It amused me that the two mothers got down to business faster than their daughters did. Adults usually moved more slowly than us young girls, savoring the moment. Obviously, that wasn’t the case today when it came to my mom and Jessie Carter. Apparently, Jessie had wanted to do this for a while and was hurrying things along.

I had been teasing Elizabeth, but now I realized I was nearly starving for her pussy. My mouth was actually watering for it. I moved down her body, kissing a short pathway to her navel, where I fucked it with my tongue before continuing to the object of my warmest desires — her pussy.

I covered her slit with my mouth, feeling the sparse hair tickle my nose and cheeks, just as Deanna renewed her welcome assault of my own gash.

Soon, our moans, sharp gasps, squeals, and grunts filled the room with erotic sound. I took a second to glance at my mom and Ms. Carter. They had moved into a lovely sixty-nine so each of them could have their fill of the other’s pussy and the juices that kept filling that most sensitive area. I couldn’t tell whose moans were loudest, but the mothers’ could definitely be heard.

Elizabeth was the first to come, followed by me. I trembled and spasmed as the orgasm coursed through me like violent waves flowing out and in and out again, like the waves of a puddle when a rock is thrown into its center. Deanna was definitely improving her own abilities as a lover, too.

Once I began to calm down a bit, Deanna’s rockets fired. She humped her sister’s mouth with quick, short movements of her girlish hips, as she grunted spasmodically with the rhythm of her climax.

While my best friend was in the middle of her orgasm, Mommy started to come, followed almost immediately by Jessie. The sounds that exploded from them seemed to echo off the walls of the room. Their bodies shifted into a private dance of erotic thrills while they came. They wriggled with the force of the feelings that consumed them, continuing for nearly a full minute before they began to calm down and ride the ends of their orgasms.

We all lay where we were for the moment, catching our breath after the volcanic eruptions that had left us limp with satisfaction. We weren’t through with our lovemaking by any means, but we were certainly in need of a moment to collect ourselves.

“Holy fuck,” Elizabeth said.

“I’m still getting used to that kind of language coming out of what used to be my innocent little girl,” Jessie said.

“Mom, I’m not innocent anymore, but you’ll be happy to know I am fully aware of when I shouldn’t say words like that.”

“Good. Because your grandmother would faint.”

We all laughed at that. This was true. I’d met Deanna and Elizabeth’s grandmother, and she was a very proper woman. While she probably had said a few cuss words in her lifetime, I was fairly certain that “fuck” wasn’t part of her everyday vocabulary.

“I’ve made homemade pizza if anyone wants any,” Jessie said.

We girls squealed with delight and hunger.

“I think the girls at least are in favor of that,” Mommy said.

We adjourned to the kitchen to cook the pizza and eat it, washing it down with diet sodas for us daughters and beer for the moms. I told everyone the story of Cindy’s visit, and the Carter’s were sufficiently jealous, especially Deanna, who looked as though her eyes would pop out of their sockets. It was the look I had hoped for, and it made me smile.

Finishing our meal, we went upstairs to Mr. and Mrs. Carter’s bedroom, which had a king-sized bed.

Sprawling on it, we all made love to each other, using our mouths, hands, feet — you name it — on the bodies nearest each of us. It was a free-for-all, and I loved it. By the time each of us had come several times, we had each had intimate contact with each of the others on the bed.

Finally, the moms told us girls to get ready for bed. Elizabeth, Deanna, and I showered together and went to bed in Deanna’s room, sleeping naked, of course.

In the middle of the night, I awoke feeling horny then realized why. Deanna was at my pussy, licking away. We got into a sixty-nine, which woke Elizabeth up. Soon we were totally involved in bringing each other off, which we did, of course.

After that, we all fell asleep again and didn’t wake until mid-morning.

It was one of the best sleepovers I ever had, probably because both moms were there taking part in it as well.

Mom and I got ready and left for home, not wanting to overstay our welcome, as Mommy put it. Me? I was all in favor of overstaying. It sounded like fun to me. Mom, however, won the argument, which wasn’t much of an argument really, just me whining that I wanted to stay and “play” a while longer.

When we got home, a note was tacked to our front door. It read, “Kayleigh, I just wanted to let you know that I won’t be charging you again if you want to call me.” It was signed “Cindy” and a phone number was at the bottom of the note.

“Well, well,” Mommy said. “You must have made quite an impression.”

“Do you think she’ll bring her daughter over to play, too?” I asked, anxious to have fun with the girl, who was a few years younger than me.

“Probably,” Mommy said. “We can certainly ask.”

And with that, we went inside and Mommy made the call to let Cindy know we got her note. We didn’t invite her over yet, but the conversation ended with a promise to call again sometime. Cindy told Mom that she was always off on Sundays and Wednesdays, so those days would be best. She also told my mom that bringing her daughter, Jenna, was definitely in the plans.

I, for one, couldn’t wait!

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