Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Cheryl Taggert

Sharon looked down at her swollen belly. It seemed to be considerably larger than it had been when she was pregnant with Susan, even at the time of delivery, and she was only seven months along now. Of course, that observation was likely just her imagination. She’d probably been just this big then, but she relished the way she had resembled a beached whale back then because it kept that bastard, her husband, from wanting sex with her. Now, however, she felt like, well, a beached whale.

Beverly and the girls, of course, said she was beautiful, but she chalked that up to her daughter and her new family just being polite. She felt ugly all the time and couldn’t wait for this unplanned pregnancy to be over and done with. She was even thinking that the cramps of a menstrual cycle would be welcome.

As she sat on the beach watching the waves tumble over each other in their race to the shore, she thought back to the wedding she and Beverly had had. The girls had been so excited, and they had gathered as many flowers as they could for her and Beverly to put in their hair for the ceremony.

They had stood in front of what was then the nearly completed hut on a bright, cloudless day and spoken their vows to each other. They had been simple, mostly impromptu vows, considered but not memorized, since they’d had nothing with which to write and nothing to write them on if they’d had a writing instrument in the first place. But Sharon remembered what she’d said to Beverly, and clearly recalled what Beverly had said to her on that gorgeous day.

She had told Beverly that, although a man had impregnated her, she would forever consider Beverly the other parent of the child, even if they were rescued one day and returned to civilization. She told her that although their marriage was ‘legal’ only on their island, she would think of Beverly as her one and only true spouse.

Sharon had gone on in her vows to proclaim herself the stepmother of Karen, just as she would consider Beverly the stepmother to Susan. She vowed to love Karen as much as she loved Susan and treat her equally to her own daughter. When she’d finished her vows, everyone was crying, including the girls.

Beverly’s vows had likewise been a lifelong declaration of her love for Sharon and Susan, whom she would always consider her own daughter as well. Susan’s smile could have lit the world at those words.  Once their vows had been exchanged, the girls performed the final honor. The moment had been wonderful, listening to those childish voices saying, “We now pronounce you wife and wife” in unison.

Now, there would be another child to raise. She would have to be careful to keep the baby out of direct sunlight as much as possible while the child developed a tolerance of the sun.

During her second trimester, Sharon had been as horny as she’d ever been in her life. It seemed she could not get enough sex, could not have enough orgasms. They would be sitting around doing little or nothing, and she would announce, “I need an orgasm.” She would pull one or both of the girls over to satisfy her while she indulged her own desires for their young flesh. Often, Beverly would join in and they would have a small orgy.

Then there were times the girls would initiate the lovemaking. She might have been lying on the beach enjoying the fantasies that seemed to be her constant companion, especially as the new baby was concerned. She would imagine the child — always a girl — as three or four years old, her face planted between the baby’s thighs as she taught the girl about the pleasures that were available to her.

Then one of the girls would come up to her, lie down, and plant her face at her pussy. Those times were special, and she thought of them now as her hand crept along her bulging tummy to her downy slit.

As she lay back now, Susan saw that her mother was starting to rub herself. The child was always ready for sex, and this moment was no exception. She walked over to her mother and said, “Horny again?”

Sharon looked up into her daughter’s lustful gaze. “Mmm… yes, as a matter of fact, I am.”

“Mommy?” the girl asked.

“Yes, hon?”

“What do you think about that makes you horny like this? It has to be something.”

“Actually, it’s several somethings,” she answered. “I guess it depends on where my mind wants to take me at that moment.”

“Where did it take you today?” her daughter asked, curious about her mother’s nearly constant state of arousal.

Sharon thought about whether or not she should confess to having sexual thoughts about the new baby before realizing it would become a reality soon, so she might as well let her daughter know of her plans.

“I was thinking of the baby.”

“Oh?” Susan said, surprised that her mother thought about that too.

“Yes,” Sharon said.

“Do you mean you think of the baby in a sexual way?”

Sharon’s clit was responding to the caresses, the fantasy she’d been having, and the conversation. “Yes, dear. I think about how if it’s a girl, how I want to lick her, but not until she’s old enough to be able to tell me she doesn’t want me to.”

“I think about that a lot too,” Susan confessed. “How old do you think she’ll have to be before she can say no?”

“I don’t know. I suppose it depends on the development of her brain. But I’ll know when it’s right.”

Susan leaned down to where her mother’s fingers were stimulating her clit and stuck out her tongue, joining the fingers in their massage. She paused for a moment and said, “I’ll never say I don’t want you to lick or touch me,” she said, and dived in for a feast of her mother’s juices.

“Good,” Sharon said, and managed to get Susan to turn about so the girl’s pussy was available for her mother to lick.

Beverly and Karen had been out collecting firewood, and upon their return they found Sharon and Susan in a sixty-nine. Both the mother and daughter were completely unaware of their audience.

Dropping the firewood, the two sat beside each other. Within less than a minute, Beverly had reached over and was massaging the hairless mound of her daughter, who was doing likewise to her mother’s pussy. They continued watching Sharon and Susan satisfying each other as their hands and fingers explored, giving pleasure that was both familiar and extraordinary.

Soon, Karen could stand it no more and stood up. She turned her butt to her mother, leaned over to expose her inner labia and clit to her mother’s gaze, spread her labia with her hand and said, “Lick me, Mommy. I’m about to come.”

Beverly leaned to the offered slit and buried her face there, tasting the delicious juices of her daughter’s snatch while pushing her nose into the child’s clean anus. The child reacted immediately, starting to grunt and push back against the welcome tongue.

“Yes, Mommy. Lick me like that. Ooh! That feels so good!” Karen said.

By this time, Sharon and Susan had reached their peaks and were now staring at the woman and child making love nearby.

Reaching up, Beverly spread the butt cheeks of her daughter and moved her tongue to the child’s rosebud, licking it and savoring the child’s reaction. Beverly felt the girl’s butt twitch and her legs spasm slightly as the joy of having her mother’s tongue there hit the child’s pleasure centers.

Karen could feel her clit spasming as well. Then, as her mommy was licking her butthole, Karen felt a thumb pressing into her little honeypot, rubbing the child’s small but sensitive clit.

Karen’s body clenched as the orgasm hit and began sweeping through her. Grunts of “Uh! Uh!” came from deep within the child as she was wracked with the erotic joy her mother could produce in her. She tumbled onto her face, and her mother’s face followed the girl’s butt to continue her oral stimulation of her daughter.

When Karen was able to think clearly again, she thought about how her mom knew exactly what buttons to push and when to push them to send her over the edge into the welcome abyss of sexual satisfaction. To her, nobody could make love to her the way her mother did. She wondered if there were any other young girls in the world who enjoyed their mothers the way she and Susan enjoyed theirs. She could no longer imagine a life without having sex with her mom. It was the very definition of bliss to the child.

As Karen’s orgasm subsided, Beverly felt another presence and looked up to find that Susan was now moving to lick her. Sharon, whose libido had grown insatiable lately, was standing there also. Beverly realized that while Sharon had developed a constant state of arousal, she could be satisfied with one big orgasm that would last her several hours.

Susan, however, was still as sexually stimulated as she’d been minutes before. Lying between her stepmother’s legs, she planted her mouth on the woman’s cunt and began to lick.

It took less than ten seconds for Beverly to begin to come. Her climax seized her and she screamed so loudly that some birds flew off from their perches in the surrounding forest.

After the sex, the four of them sat there, talking about the coming changes. Sharon was still nervous that they had no doctor, but she’d learned to live with the fear, maintaining control over it since there was nothing they could do about it at this point anyway.

Susan said, “Mom says when the baby is old enough to say ‘no’ we can start making love with her.”

“Wow!” Karen said. “That’ll be when she’s only about a year old, won’t it?”

“Well, saying the word isn’t enough,” Sharon said. “She has to understand what it means. She has to be able to know that saying ‘no’ means you stop what you’re doing.”

“You keep saying ‘she,'” Beverly said. “It could be a ‘he,’ you know.

“I know,” said Karen.

“If it’s a boy, he can one day get the two of you pregnant,” Sharon said.

The girls looked at her, their mouths open in surprise, but it wasn’t a good surprise, judging by their furrowed brows of disgust.

“But I read somewhere that a brother and sister can’t have a baby together,” Karen said.

“Well,” Beverly said, “first, you won’t be his sister, really, since you don’t share the same parents. But then you aren’t right anyway. A brother and sister can have a baby together, but studies show that when that happens, the baby can be born with defects.”

“I don’t want a baby with deflects,” Susan said.

“DeFECTS,” Sharon said, “not deFLECTS. Besides, you only share a mother with the baby, so I think it will be okay if the two of you have a baby. He could also get Beverly pregnant if she wants a baby. He’ll be able to father a child by the time he’s twelve or thirteen, and Beverly will still be young enough to have a baby if she wishes.”

“I don’t want a brother, and I ‘specially don’t want a baby,” Karen said.

“You’ll be surprised what you want in another twelve years or so,” Sharon said. “I felt the same way when I was your age about having a baby, but that’s only natural. Women feel differently as they get older.”

Karen thought about it for a moment. “When he’s twelve, I’ll be twenty-one. Does that mean I’d have to fuck a twelve-year-old boy to have a baby then?”

“If we’ve not been rescued by then, yes.”

“And if the baby’s a boy,” Beverly added.

“You’re the one who said it was a boy!” Karen said.

“No, I said it could be a boy. I have no idea what the baby will be.”

“I hope it’s a girl,” Karen said. “No boys allowed on the island!”

“Yeah!” Susan agreed. “I hope it’s a girl, too, because like Karen said, ‘NO BOYS ALLOWED!'”

The two women looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

“You’ll be surprised how much you’ll want a boy around if you decide one day you do want a baby,” Sharon said.

“Well, that’s not going to happen anyway, so there!” Karen said with finality. “Besides I don’t want to lick any boys’ thingies. I only want to lick girls’ pussies!”

“Yeah!” Susan said, and the girls stood up and moved away from the women to talk. Soon, they were engaged in kissing. This finally culminated with another sixty-nine, followed by vocal orgasms from both of them.

*******

Two months later, the cramps started. The pain came and went in nature’s rhythm. Sharon informed everyone that she thought the baby would be there later that day or that night. She still thought she was much larger than she was with Susan, but Beverly assured her she was exaggerating.

Sharon had been feeling the baby kick a lot in those final weeks. Sometimes the jolts seemed aimed at her ribs, and other times her kidneys seemed to be the target, while at other times, the baby seemed to be taking aim at them both at the same time. The child inside her seemed to be all arms and legs, which meant he or she was also all fists and feet.

She had awoken a few days before the cramping began to find that the lump of her belly had descended. She could feel the baby pressing against her bladder, causing her to feel the need to pee almost constantly. Yet, she felt as though the rest of her insides were being crowded out as well. She wondered just how big this baby would be and hoped she could push him or her out once the time came.

After the cramping turned into full-fledged labor pains, Sharon could no longer walk. She lay in the hut, windows open wide to allow the ocean breezes to cool the interior, her legs splayed. The plug had exited already, of course, and her water had broken. Susan and Karen had stared in amazement at the workings of a woman’s body as it did what it must to deliver a baby into the world.

Hours went by as Sharon went through the pain of childbirth. Beverly sat between her open legs, staring at the open vagina. Sharon’s opening had stretched quite a bit, and peering up into the canal, Beverly could see the crown of the baby’s head about six inches from the opening.

Sharon knew she needed to push soon to bring her child into the world, but she instinctively held off. The pain was nearly unbearable, but she also knew she could handle it as long as the baby was healthy.

Soon, the baby’s head had reached the opening to Sharon’s birth canal, and Beverly smiled at Sharon. Susan and Karen sat on each side of Sharon, holding her hands tightly.

“It’s time,” Beverly said. “You can push now.” She said this with such calm it surprised even her. She might as well have been saying to one of the girls, ‘it’s time to go to bed.’

Sharon tried to bend herself in half and push. The pain was excruciating, but necessary. She felt if the baby didn’t come soon, she would faint.

She felt a sudden easing at the opening of her vagina. “The head’s out!” Beverly said, not nearly so calmly as her earlier words. “One more push should do it!”

Sharon leaned over again and pushed with all her remaining strength and felt the child slither out into the world.

She lay back with a gasp as Beverly began administering to the newborn. They had fresh water there in a large container fashioned from a gourd, and she quickly rinsed the baby’s face off before lifting it by the ankles and lightly tapping the baby’s butt. There was a sudden intake of breath and a coughing sound as the baby gathered breath into its lungs for the first time. The baby began to cry, and the sound was like the world’s most beautiful music to the women.

As Beverly had held the baby in the air, its butt was pointed at Sharon and the girls, so they couldn’t see the genitals to see if it was a boy or girl.

The two girls were hopping in their seats with excitement to find out at long last if they had a sister or brother.

“What is it, Mommy?!” Karen asked, nearly squirming with excitement. “Is it a girl?”

Beverly held the child up facing the girls for them to see. The girls stared at the baby, too numb from the knowledge of the baby’s sex to speak. Sharon’s first thought was that the baby wasn’t nearly as large as she’d thought it would be, but then something else took her attention as she stared at the baby.

“It’s a… a…” Susan said.

At that moment, Sharon let out a wail that frightened the girls and Beverly. A worried look passed over Beverly’s features. What’s happening?! she wondered.

Looking down, she nearly fainted at what she saw. “Oh, my God!” Beverly exclaimed. She was shocked to see the crown of another head poking from Sharon’s vagina.

She looked at the bewilderment and shocked pain in Sharon’s face. Stunned, Beverly struggled to find her voice and uttered, “It’s twins.”

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