Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

The Slumber Party, Part I

By Cheryl Taggert 

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When Gwen finally woke up, her head was pounding and she was sitting in her car on the side of the road near an on-ramp for a freeway. Which freeway, she wasn’t sure, but she was definitely still in the L.A. area, or at least it seemed she was. She could hear the nearly constant whoosh of passing cars on the highway above her. The events that led to her being here were still foggy, and she struggled to put her memory back together.

Slowly, the puzzle pieces re-aligned and she remembered being attacked by Mitch. She recalled the grip of his fingers on her throat and how she had blacked out with her brain starving for oxygen-rich blood.

Now it was dark. She knew the strangling wouldn’t have kept her out for more than a few minutes, so she suspected she’d been injected with something to keep her out. She wondered darkly what the large man may have done to her while she was unconscious.

With that thought she realized her bra was missing.

And her panties.

Had she been raped?

She reached down and put her fingers inside herself. She was barely moist. Sperm would last for a while, with some oozing out of her vagina if she were in a sitting position. She felt no tell-tale evidence that sperm had invaded her most intimate area. There were no sticky areas on the inside of her clothing to indicate sperm had leaked out, and she didn’t feel as if she’d been fucked recently. Still, she decided she would get an abortion if she turned up pregnant. No way did she want that creep’s baby. She hadn’t been with a man in over six months, so if she refrained from hetero sex for another month, that would identify the father easily.

Turning on the dome light, she saw her purse on the seat beside her. Her wallet had been ransacked, meaning the asshole knew she wasn’t from Phoenix, not to mention the most important part — that she was a private investigator. Her investigator’s license was in plain view on the seat near her wallet. He’d wanted her to know that he knew.

Not only that, but the guy had her address as well since it was printed on her investigator’s license. Hell, he may have stopped off to make duplicates of her keys. She could go home and find him there, waiting.

She doubted that, however. If he’d wanted to kill her, he’d had ample opportunity. Still, his having that information and possibly her keys bothered her. A lot.

Picking up her purse, she found her bra and panties underneath where the purse had lain on the seat. She realized that if her attacker had been a woman, she would have taken the purse. It was a Gucci GG Marmont leather shoulder bag, worth nearly $3000, which had been a gift, a ‘bonus’ of sorts, from a very satisfied client, one of Hollywood’s most famous directors. Mitch either didn’t know handbags, or he didn’t care.

She checked the gusset of her panties. No stickiness there either. She then realized her nudity beneath her clothes meant he had made an even more thorough search for a wire. He’d probably done that after discovering her true profession.

She recognized he had probably thought about killing her and dumping her body somewhere once he’d found this out, and now she wondered why he hadn’t done just that. Not that she minded, but this guy was obviously ruthless and probably had quite a body count in his wake.

Her keys were in the ignition, and taking a deep breath, she started her car, deciding to go home for now. She’d worry about the other possibilities tomorrow. Right now, she needed something for her headache and a clean bed.

*******

Several days had passed, and we heard from Gwen. Apparently, she had met someone rather violent who worked for Mr. Craven. It occurred to me that my mom worked for this Mr. Craven as well, but she had actually only met him once at a party. He owned the production company and distribution rights for her movies. He also owned the call girls who worked in that part of his sex-trade business.

Mom had asked Gwen if we should back off for a while, but she had said no. They knew she was an investigator now, and as long as they didn’t know the case she was working, they would be okay. Gwen had expressed her feelings that this Mitch guy, if that was even his real name, had probably been the guy who murdered Kinsey.

The papers had blamed Kinsey’s death on a “customer,” but Gwen and Mom didn’t believe that. “These ‘customers’ are well-vetted,” Mom had said. “No way was it a john.” She had hated the way the papers blamed Kinsey’s death on her job, as if she were an electrician who had not taken proper precautions and had accidentally electrocuted himself.

Life went on, though, and we all hoped to find out what had happened to Cindy. I thought Cindy was probably dead for the same reasons Jenna did: If she were alive, she would have contacted Jenna at least to let her know she wasn’t dead.

School was ending soon for the summer, and I was looking forward to it the same way every other thirteen-year-old girl in the nation was. That meant more time for more fun. And fun to me and my family and friends often meant sex. Just the thought of it made my pussy wet.

Marie had asked me if I could come for a slumber party the last Friday before the last few days of school, which would end the following Wednesday. I asked if Deanna was invited, too, and she said yes. In fact, she also asked Jenna and Carmen to come as well.

This was going to be one great slumber party! I had met Marie’s sisters, but only briefly when they had dropped Marie off at school. I’d met her mom the same way. Marie and I had only been “dating” for a few weeks, and I’d never been to her house. Her mom would be gone that Friday, but the sisters would be there. Marie implied they were both very anxious to get to know me, Deanna, Jenna, and Carmen much better. Well, she didn’t imply it really. She basically said her sisters couldn’t wait to taste our pussies and have us taste theirs.

“Where will your mom be?” I asked. Her work took her out of town frequently.

“At her mother’s house in Santa Monica,” Marie said. Santa Monica is one of the thousand suburb communities that surrounded Los Angeles. “She lives near the beach there.”

The fact her mom would be staying at her mother’s made me wonder about her. Was she having sex with her own mom, Marie’s grandmother? That would be unreal, especially since Marie and I had already talked about how similar our lives were and that would just be another similarity, though I’d never mentioned my mom’s relationship with her mom to Marie or anyone else because Mom had asked me not to. It was already as if we were actually the same person but in some parallel universe.

When Friday arrived, I was anxious for Mom to get home from a day of filming to take us to Marie’s. As I packed my overnight bag with the few items I would need, Jenna kept coming into my room and asking if she should bring this or bring that. I finally looked at her and said, “Just bring your toothbrush and something to come home in tomorrow. Other than that, I suspect we’ll be naked most of the time.”

She was also very excited. Carmen would be there, and they hadn’t spent the night together since Clare’s plans for world domination — or at least my world — had been ruined.

Jenna had told me about some of the conversations she and Carmen had since the Clare Affair, as my mom jokingly called it. Apparently, Clare was into bossing Carmen around when it came to sex. Mom said Clare had the makings of a dominatrix. Jenna said Clare would tell Carmen to do things like suck her toes and even made Carmen lie in the tub while Clare peed on her. I thought that was gross, but apparently Carmen didn’t mind. Maybe it was just the naughtiness of it, but it seemed to excite Jenna. Oh well, to each her own, I suppose.

When Mom got home, I met her at the door. “Can you take us now?” I asked, nearly hopping up and down I was so excited.

“Good Lord, Cheryl. Let me at least change my clothes and go pee,” Mom said. She walked toward her room and Jenna and I followed.

“Do you think we’ll be naked the whole time?” Jenna asked, apparently wanting affirmation of my guess.

Mom began undressing and said, “Who knows, baby? Either way, I’m envious of you two.” Once she got down to her  panties and bra, Mom went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet to pee, leaving the door open so we could still talk.

“Did you know Carmen lets Clare pee on her? Cheryl thinks that’s gross,” Jenna giggled to my mom as she sat peeing.

Mom looked at me and smiled while wiping herself and said, “Maybe Cheryl only thinks it’s gross because it’s Clare doing the peeing.”

I tried to look annoyed and said, “Well, that makes it worse, but I think peeing on someone is still gross.”

“Lots of people like it,” Mom said.

“Have you ever been peed on?” Jenna asked, making me realize just how open we were with my mom on sexual topics. I loved that aspect of my life. So many girls my age would never say a word about sex to either of their parents. I knew some girls who would probably rather swallow cyanide than ask their parents a question about sex. And admitting what they liked was even more of an impossibility to them. Of course, I didn’t advertise that I could ask or tell my mom anything about my sex life, but it was true. There were no taboo subjects when it came to that. I sometimes felt like the luckiest and most liberated girl in the world.

My mom smiled as if remembering a time when she said, “Plenty of times. I’ve made two movies that had that as a central part of the sexual encounters. So I’ve been peed on and peed on someone else.”

“I’m not sure if I’d like it,” said Jenna. “Carmen says your pee doesn’t have any germs or anything, that it’s–” she paused, searching for the word.

“Sterile,” Mom said, finding it for her.

“Yeah, sterile,” Jenna said. “Is that true?”

“As a matter of fact, it is, though it does contain things the body is trying to get rid of, so drinking it once in a while isn’t bad, but doing it too often and in large quantities can cause problems.”

“Drinking it? Eww!” I said, wrinkling my nose. “I know people do that, but it’s completely gross!”

Mom looked at me with this ‘where have you been?’ stare and said, “Cheryl, do you think when you lick someone’s pussy that there isn’t pee there?”

I had thought about that a long time ago. “I know there is, but only a drop or two sorta smeared around with the other juices, which are totally delicious. I’m talking about like peeing in a glass and drinking it or having someone pee in your mouth.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that, and it doesn’t taste bad, as you well know,” Mom said. “I’m not suggesting you try it if you don’t want to. I just don’t want you looking down at others for what they like.” She looked over at Jenna but continued speaking to me. “Your sister may want to try it, and I don’t want you making fun of her or getting all ‘grossed out’ over it.”

“If she wants to do it, that’s fine with me, as long as it’s not Clare she’s doing it with. That would really piss me off!” I said.

Jenna laughed at my choice of words. “Ha! Ha! You’d be ‘pissed off’ if I let Clare ‘piss on’ me!!”

While my mom dressed, Jenna came over to me and startled to wrestle with me, pushing me over onto Mom’s bed. She was trying to tickle me. We both started giggling and were wrestling around when Jenna reached down and grabbed the waist of my shorts and started pulling them down, exposing my pussy since I wasn’t wearing panties.

Before I knew it, she had dived in, starting to feast on my slit. She licked me from my butthole to my clit and back again before starting to chew softly on my inner labia. This was driving me wild.

Mom smiled down at us for a few moments, but then made us stop. “You don’t want to wear yourselves out before the party,” she said.

I was slightly annoyed she’d stopped us because it was starting to feel very good, but I was also happy because I wanted to get to Marie’s and start having fun with more than just my little sister.

I pulled my shorts back up and we headed for the car. Jenna wanted to make out with me on the way, but Mom made us stop.

“Jenna, what’s gotten into you?” Mom asked. I was wondering the same thing.

“I don’t know. I’ve been just super horny looking forward to this. It’s gonna be fun! I want to have at least a dozen orgasms between now and tomorrow when you pick us up! Maybe even more, like two dozen!”

We arrived at Marie’s without having to prevent Jenna from masturbating herself to the first of her orgasms for that afternoon and evening. Mom got out and walked us to the door and rang the doorbell.

Marie’s oldest sister Sara, who was twenty, answered the door. Seeing Mom, she said, “Oh, my…” She knew who my mom was but had never seen her before in the flesh. It’s funny having a mom in the porn business. Everyone you meet knows what she looks like naked, not to mention all the things she’s done on-camera. I oddly wondered if Sara had ever seen my mom peeing on someone or being peed on.

Mom smiled and said hello. Sara just stood there for a moment before remembering her manners.

“Oh! Sorry! Um, won’t you come?” She blushed, then changed her question, “I mean, won’t you come in?”

Mom was used to this by now. She usually had women gushing over her — in more ways than one — and men leering at her, as if she’d never really been fucked before because she hadn’t been fucked by them. I was really starting to dislike men, but the ones I already knew were okay, I guess.

We walked into the entry foyer and stood there. Silence had descended on us like an uncomfortable blanket.

“Where is everyone?” I asked, more to break the awkward quiet.

“Oh, uh, in the den. I’ll show you.” With that, Sara led us through the house to the den, which opened onto a spacious yard with a tall privacy fence and a pool. The curtains were pulled open so we could look out onto the well-cared-for lawn, pool, and fence.

In the den, a large sectional sofa lined one wall, forming an L shape to cover half the other wall. It seemed big enough to comfortably seat twenty people. A big TV was set so that people on the sofa could watch it. Marie was watching a movie, but it wasn’t a Disney film. This was one of my mom’s movies.

Mom saw this and said, “Well, at least you all have good taste,” and Sara laughed a bit. It was an uncomfortable laugh, as if she’d been caught doing something naughty.

Mom looked at Sara and said, “Maybe one day soon you can experience me in the flesh.”

Sara blushed deeply. It was obvious she had probably fantasized about doing just that, especially in the last few minutes.

“Would you like that?” Mom asked. Sara nodded. Her knees were beginning to tremble, and I wondered if she were about to come. Maybe she had spontaneous orgasms like Marie.

“Well,” Mom said, “I guess I’ll go and leave you kids to your fun. Don’t anyone get pregnant.” We all laughed at her joke.

Jenna and I stepped to Mom and kissed her goodbye. She used her tongue and I could tell she was horny. I wasn’t sure who would be the beneficiary of this, but whoever it was would be in for a treat.

After we kissed, I asked, “Who’s coming over tonight?”

“Nobody. I’m flying solo,” Mom said, smiling and winking at me.

When Mom finished kissing Jenna and me, she walked over to Sara. Linda, Marie’s sixteen-year-old sister, had arrived in the den and was now staring at my mom in disbelief as well. She had literally stopped dead and her eyes had bugged when she saw her.

Mom took Sara’s hand and said, “Thank you for hosting this little mini-orgy. I’m sure everyone will enjoy it.” With that, she leaned over and kissed Sara. Sara’s response was immediate. She wrapped her arms around Mom and accepted the tongue that was thrust into her mouth.

Mom’s hands wrapped around Sara’s waist before dropping to her very shapely butt. She squeezed the horny twenty-year-old’s ass, sliding a finger along the crease in her shorts formed by her butt crack.

Stopping suddenly, Mom moved to Linda and repeated her embrace. Meanwhile, Sara looked over at me then back at my mom. Her hand seemed to involuntarily move to her pussy and rub for a few seconds. I watched as a shudder shook her. She hadn’t come, but I could tell she was not far from it.

When Mom’s kiss with Linda ended, Mom moved away from her and took a deep breath, blowing the air out through slightly puckered lips. “My, that was nice.” Then turning to Sara, Mom said, “Are you sure you don’t mind bringing them home tomorrow? I don’t mind stopping in to pick them up.”

“No, that’s fine. I really don’t mind at all. I’d like to see where you live.” The twinkle in her eye let Mom know the exact reason she wanted to be able to find our house.

“Okay, then,” Mom said, “I’ll see you around noon?”

Sara answered her with a laugh. “If we’re up and moving by then.”

As Mom left the room, I noticed Linda’s hand was also at her crotch, squeezing her pussy. A shudder that was identical to Sara’s ran through her like a wave rushing with the tide.

Sara looked at me. “Cheryl, do you have any idea how lucky you are?” she asked, still trying to catch her breath.

“As a matter of fact, I do,” I said.

“I’m lucky, too!” Jenna said, which earned a smile from Sara and Linda both.

“Yes, you are,” said Sara.

“Okay,” said Linda. “Everyone strip. But there’s one rule we must follow, no matter how difficult it gets to follow it: No touching anyone’s pussy but your own until the other girls arrive, and no coming even if you touch yourself.”

“No coming? Like all night?” Jenna asked, worried about her ability to adhere to that rule, I’m sure.

Linda laughed. “No, sorry if I wasn’t clear. No coming until everyone gets here, and even then you have to wait at least ten minutes to allow the late-comers to catch up.”

We took off our clothes, and Marie and I started making out. We couldn’t touch each other’s pussy, but we could squeeze each other’s butt or play with each other’s boobs, which we definitely enjoyed doing.

Jenna contented herself with having a ‘no pussy-touching’ threesome with Sara and Linda, though I noticed Sara sometimes would manage to get in a quick feel of my little sister’s bald mound. I guess I couldn’t blame her. Unless there was someone I didn’t know about, she’d not been with anyone that young since Marie was ten, three years ago.

Soon, the doorbell rang and Sara put on a robe to answer it in case it was someone unexpected.

It was Deanna. She had brought a surprise with her — a video of her and her little cousin, Tori, who was five. Deanna’s older sister Elizabeth, who was seventeen, had made the video on their last visit. Deanna had told me about the video, but I’d never seen it.

As we sat to watch the video, the doorbell rang again. It was Carmen. Her aunt Gwen, our private investigator, was dropping her off. I wanted to ask Gwen how she was after her scary meeting with one of Mr. Craven’s men, but I didn’t want to spoil the atmosphere that had begun to build in the room.

Once Gwen left (after getting an eyeful of naked, young flesh), we all sat down to watch the video. I took the opportunity to lean over to Carmen and ask if Gwen had done anything with her yet. She smiled and said, “Tell ya later.” I knew from that the answer was yes, but I was anxious to hear the details.

We sat back to watch the movie of Deanna and her five-year-old cousin, Tori. The “no pussy touching” rule was no longer in effect, so I reached over to Marie and Deanna and began massaging their clits, pushing my finger into their pussies and drawing it out again, wet with their lubricating juices. I would smear the fluids all over their labia and begin my explorations again.

They were nice enough to do the same for me.

I looked over and saw that Sara was now with Jenna and Linda was having fun with Carmen. It was obvious these girls liked young girls, and it seemed the younger the girl was, the better, though I’m fairly certain there was an age limit. I just didn’t know what it might be. They were also mesmerized by the video of Deanna and Tori.

As were we all.

I looked around again and realized this was going to be one of the best parties I’d ever been to.

And this time, my predictions were totally accurate.

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