Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

The rest of the day dragged. Marcy was beside herself with anxious anticipation. She had no idea what the twins had in store for her that night. She tried to read her novel but found she was reading the same sentence over and over again. Finally she put the book down and turned on the TV. She flicked through the channels looking for something to distract her for a while.

As the time to go drew near, she climbed into the shower. She wanted to make sure she was fresh for her young lovers. Marcy realized then with a smile that she didn’t even know the twins’ names.

At a quarter to twelve, she went downstairs and headed across the dimly-lit pool deck. She left the paved area by the pool and strolled down a manicured path to the beach. The full moon helped light the way as she approached the sand.

The beach appeared deserted, but off to the left in the distance Marcy could see a bonfire. As she started toward the fire, she saw two slim figures in silhouette. She knew she was heading in the right direction when they began to jump up and down, waving their arms toward her.

When Marcy arrived at the fire, she saw that the girls had set up several torches in two parallel rows. At the end of the row was a large peaked tent with an awning at the entrance. The scene was utterly surreal, and Marcy wouldn’t have been surprised if a camel walked by. The twins ran up to her, hugging and squeezing and covering her face with kisses.

Marcy giggled as she wrapped her arms around both of her beautiful angels. She was kind of hoping that Nancy would have been there too.

“Okay, girls, there is plenty of me to go around,” she smiled, then said, “So, what is all this?”

“It is a special gift for you,” the raven-haired girl answered.

“That’s so sweet. I’m flattered.”

The young girls locked arms with Marcy and led her over to where a blanket and a few pillows were lying on the sand not far from the fire. Beach chairs had been placed beside the blanket. Blondie and Marcy sat in two of the chairs as the other twin went to a small table that was set up close by.

Raven Hair filled three small glasses from a decanter and placed them on a tray. Bringing them over, she held the tray for Marcy and her sister to each take a glass. After taking the third one, she placed the tray on the ground and held up her glass.

“Here’s to wishes coming true,” she toasted.

Marcy held her glass up and then brought it to her mouth as the girls watched closely. When she took a sip, the girls smiled at one another and drank theirs.

“Did you like it?” the blonde asked Marcy.

“It’s great,” she replied, downing the rest.

The twins both drained their glasses, then the dark-haired girl took the empty glasses from Marcy and her sister and set them on the table. Marcy watched as Raven Hair came back and took her sister’s hand and led her onto the blanket. The girls embraced and tenderly kissed. They began to caress each other all over, hands eagerly exploring under shirts and down pants. Their kiss was interrupted only long enough for the twins to pull their t-shirts up over their heads and drop them. They wore nothing underneath.

Marcy could tell these girls really loved each other, and it wasn’t just sex. She wondered for a moment what it would be like to have a pair of daughters just like them. As Marcy sighed wistfully, Blondie broke the kiss and leaned down to kiss and lick her sister’s chest and gently nuzzle her budding breast. The girl moaned at her sister’s touch, petting her hair. Then she looked over at Marcy and licked her lips. Marcy could feel herself becoming very aroused as she watched Blondie get on her knees and slowly pull the shorts over her twin’s hips, down her long legs, and off her feet, leaving her naked.

Blondie kissed her way back up her sister’s thigh and across her hairless mound. Just for a second, she stopped to savor the taste of her sister’s pussy. The raven-haired girl moaned a barely audible “Yes!” as she placed a hand on the blonde’s head and thrust her hips forward a bit. Blondie pulled away and stood up, frowning somewhat comically. She wagged a finger as if to scold her twin. Then she turned the girl and bent her slightly at the waist. Supporting her with an arm across her chest, Blondie delivered a series of playful slaps to her sister’s bare bum. Each blow was answered with a little squeak and a giggle.

Marcy’s pussy was on fire as she stared at the erotic show going on before her. She had one hand under her shirt fondling her braless tits while the other was down the front of her pants rubbing her soaked pussy. The girls looked at her and smiled seductively as Raven Hair helped her sister out of her shorts. They started kissing again, then as one got down on their knees and lay on their sides, never breaking the kiss.

Blondie soon rolled over onto her back while her sister swung around and got on top of her. Each young pussy had the other’s mouth on it. As the girls explored with fingers and tongues, Marcy’s fingers were moving in a blur on her slippery pussy. It wasn’t long before she could hear moans and squeals coming from the twins. She watched the girls twitching and shuddering, their simultaneous orgasms punctuated with loud cries of pleasure.

The twins’ mutual climax had brought Marcy to her own sweet finish. Now she studied the girls, her eyes sweeping back and forth along their perfect slender bodies, as she waited for her breathing to slow.

After the girls had rested a few moments, they got up and made their way over to Marcy.

“Did you enjoy the show?” Blondie asked with a knowing smile on her face.

“Very much so,” Marcy replied.

“Let’s get these clothes off her.”

“In the tent,” the other replied.

Marcy was feeling strange, woozy, as if she’d had one too much to drink. She let the girls guide her inside the sultan’s tent and then onto a large four-poster bed piled with quilts. Looking around, she saw ornate old-fashioned lanterns in various places. Their flickering flames cast dancing shadows throughout the tent.

The naked girls cooed in her ears as they kissed and caressed her. Marcy moaned as she felt the twins pulling the garments away from her body. Once she was nude, the twins cuddled up beside her and kissed her neck and shoulders. Their hands began to fondle her supple boobs, pinching and pulling at the nipples. Marcy lay back, her eyes closed, as the girls took her nipples into their mouths. Their tongues played as their hands slid down across her belly.

Her body was being racked with waves of pleasure as the girls stimulated nearly every erogenous zone on her body. Their touches and kisses soon brought about her second orgasm of the night. Marcy cried with pleasure — while realizing they hadn’t actually touched her pussy yet.

Marcy felt a tongue push into her mouth as someone kissed her. It was Blondie. Marcy eagerly accepted and returned the kiss, sliding her own tongue into the girl’s mouth. She wrapped her arms around the young blonde and pulled her close.

The other twin had made her way between Marcy’s legs. She put her mouth over Marcy’s pussy and drank up her juices before sucking on her clit. Marcy moaned into the other twin’s mouth as her sister continued stimulating her pussy.

“Oh fuck yes!” she suddenly yelled, pulling away from the kiss.

Marcy’s body quaked with her third strong orgasm. She couldn’t believe she had come again so quickly, nor how easily these girls could make her come. Sometimes she was capable of multiple climaxes, but almost never this fast, one right after another.

Raven Hair crawled up beside her and softly kissed her lips. Her hand slowly moved across Marcy’s belly and up over her boobs, caressing them. Then the girl got to her feet and stepped away. Marcy lay still. She was bewildered, dizzy. She felt like she was drunk, but knew she couldn’t be. Her sweet little angels had brought her to two amazing orgasms yet she had barely touched them. Her world seemed so strange now.

Turning her head, Marcy saw the twins standing near a small chest that was sitting on a table at the far side of the tent. The blonde raised the top of the chest and a blue glow filled the tent. Marcy watched in curiosity as the girl removed something from the chest. As Blondie made her way back toward the bed, Marcy had a better view of the item. Blue lights seem to swirl and dance around inside the long cylindrical object. It was smooth and tapered at one end.

“Is that a vibrator?” Marcy asked.

“Shhh, no questions,” said Raven Hair.

Marcy opened her mouth to speak but the girl stopped her by placing a finger across her lips. Looking back at Blondie, Marcy saw that she had fit the glowing device into a leather harness and had strapped it around her waist.

Marcy’s eyes widened in disbelief, her mind reeling. This little 12-year-old is going to fuck me with a strap-on! She found herself becoming very excited by at the prospect as the girl approached her.

Blondie positioned herself above Marcy. “This is your last chance to change your mind.”

“No — I want this!” the woman said, almost begging.

The raven-haired girl helped her sister guide the glowing toy into Marcy’s wet pussy. Marcy gasped as she felt the surprisingly warm object penetrating her deeply. Blondie leaned down to kiss her mouth as her hips began to rock back and forth. Marcy felt the object filling her. Every nerve in her body seemed like it was on fire. She reached down and cupped the young girl’s ass and helped her with each forward thrust. Their tongues continued to dance together as the blonde increased the tempo of her movements. Marcy moaned into the girl’s mouth feeling as if she soon might come again.

Blondie slowed her movements and broke the kiss. “Let’s change positions so my sister can join in the fun.”

Marcy turned to look at the other girl who was sitting cross-legged beside them, slowly masturbating as she watched.

“You get on top,” Blondie directed as she pulled out and flopped down on her back while at the same time beckoning for her sister to come over. Marcy obediently and happily straddled the blonde’s hips. Taking the toy in her hand, she eased herself down on the slick warm shaft, then began to ride the girl as Raven Hair took a position on top of her twin, facing toward Marcy. She lowered her sex to the blonde’s waiting mouth, and leaned forward to kiss Marcy.

The tempo picked up quickly. As Marcy bounced on the glowing vibrator and as Raven Hair was tormented by her sister’s tongue, the two found it harder and harder to keep kissing. They resigned themselves to leaning on each other’s shoulders for support, arms wrapped around one another. Blondie thrust her hips in rhythm with Marcy while she sucked hard on her sister’s clit.

“Ahh! I’m coming, sis — please don’t stop!” Raven Hair suddenly cried out, her slender body shuddering as she climaxed. Spasms of pleasure continued to jolt her as her twin licked up the juices.

Feeling the young girl come as she held her in her arms was enough to push Marcy over the brink. Intense waves of ecstasy raked her body. They were like nothing she had ever felt before. The world seemed to move, to transform before her eyes. It was if she could smell color and taste sound. Everything was upside down and inside out. She sensed herself tumbling slowly off the girl and falling gently onto the bed.

An overwhelming sense of warmth and serenity filled her entire being, as if she were wrapped in a blanket made of love. Marcy was utterly content, completely sated. Just before drifting off into nothingness, she felt two feather soft kisses, one on each cheek.

 

She opened her eyes. Marcy could see the stars twinkling above her. A cool breeze caressed her skin. She could feel the grit of the sand beneath her. Looking to her right, she saw the full moon over the ocean near the horizon. To her left, she saw the smoldering remains of a bonfire.

Marcy sat up. She was nude and her pussy was sore. A pile of clothes lay in a heap on the sand nearby. The girls were gone. The tent and torches were gone. The blanket and pillows that had been on the sand were gone. Marcy sat for a long while wondering if it had all been real.

“But why else would I be sitting naked on a beach in the middle of the night?” she finally asked, with no one to hear her.

Marcy dressed and headed back to the resort. As she was making her way through the pool area she heard a song being played over outdoor speakers. She instantly recognized the sweet voice of Vera Lynn:

We’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when

But I know we’ll meet again some sunny day

 

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December 25^th

She lay in a small private room in the maternity ward, the back of her hospital bed raised slightly so she was in a comfortable sitting position. Marcy was smiling down at two beautiful infants. She cradled the twin girls, one in each arm. They appeared almost identical but for a single exception — one was blonde, while the other had raven hair.

“Have you thought of names for them?” the nurse asked.

“No, I haven’t,” Marcy replied, “although I have received plenty of suggestions from friends and family.”

“How about Star and Moon?” the nurse suggested with a chuckle.

Marcy looked at the woman. “What?” she asked.

When the nurse saw the puzzled look on Marcy’s face she laughed, “Oh, I forgot, you wouldn’t have seen their birthmarks yet. Here, let me show you.”

The nurse gently moved the swaddling material away from each of the girls’ chests. Marcy’s eyes opened wide.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed as she examined each infant. The blonde had a little five point star just above her left nipple, and her sister a crescent moon just above her right. Exactly like the ones her young lovers had. Marcy couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

It had taken her quite a while to get over the shock when she discovered she was pregnant. Jack wouldn’t believe her when she said the babies were his. He argued that the math just didn’t work. She knew he was right, but how else could she explain this miracle pregnancy? Jack was convinced that she had cheated on him, and they soon were divorced. Technically he was correct, although she had never had sex with any other man but Jack.

She thought back to that night on the beach with the beautiful preteen twins, and pondered. Then she smiled down at her daughters as she thought to herself, I guess you were right when you said ‘We’ll meet again.’ I wonder if there might be a little sister for you down the road…

Marcy gazed out the door of her room toward the nurses’ station, which had been decorated for the holidays with bows and ribbons and garland. Another favorite old song came to mind.

“Holly and Ivy,” she said out loud.

“Pardon?” the nurse asked as she took the raven-haired baby and placed her in a bassinet.

“That’s their names. This little one will be Holly and her sister will be Ivy,” Marcy explained.

THE END