Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Danni’s Fun and Gwen’s Meeting — a Study in Contrasts

By Cheryl Taggert 

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When we arrived home, Danni pulled in behind us and followed Mom to the end of the driveway.

We all tumbled out of our cars and made a bee-line for the front door. We were all horny again, and Mom was the only one of us who hadn’t gotten off yet.

Jenna was already home of course, and seeing us all enter the house and start removing our clothes clued her in to what was happening, so she asked, “Can I play too?”

Of course, she could. She was smiling, aware of the fun in store.

“Who’s this?” she asked, indicating Danni, of course.

“This is my English teacher, Danni,” I said. “She’s going to join us.” That second part was obvious because Danni was already nearly naked.

“Hi,” Jenna said. “I’m Jenna, Cheryl’s sister. Is it okay if I lick your pussy, too?”

“Of course,” Danni said, blushing slightly and smiling down at Jenna as my sister started removing her clothes. “May I return the favor?”

“Huh?” Jenna said, not understanding Danni’s question.

“In other words, is it okay if I lick you as well?”

“Oh,” Jenna said. “Of course!”

Soon, we were all in Mom’s huge bed.

Jenna, Marie, and I started out watching Mom and Danni. It was obvious this was a dream come true for my teacher. I’ve never seen anyone so anxious to satisfy my mom in bed, and in the process of having sex with Mom, she must have come a half dozen times at least. In the meantime, Marie, Jenna, and I would lick each other, play with each other’s pussies, and sometimes join Mom and Danni, each of us doing things to them to help get them off as well.

When we took a break, Mom asked Danni some questions about herself so we could know more about her. Danni, as it turned out, was only 23, having graduated from Arizona State University in Tempe, Arizona, which is more or less part of Phoenix, with her Masters degree in English Education only a year before. We were all very impressed that she could get her Masters in only four years. Actually, I didn’t realize it was that much of an accomplishment, but Mom was impressed, so the rest of us were, too.

Mom was 29 at this time, and she’d been making movies since she was 20. However, she hadn’t become a real star in the industry until the following year, when she was 21. I had been only five then. So when Mom was becoming “big,” Danni was only 16. She told us she’d been masturbating to porn since she was about ten and became interested in her father’s stash of lesbian porn.

She’d been raised by her dad because her mom had died when she was eight. As it turned out, she no longer talked with her dad at all. Mom got Danni to confess that her dad had basically replaced his wife with her when it came to sex. He had made Danni watch movies with men and women in them, but it wasn’t until she discovered the ones with two or more women that she started enjoying them. Danni hated her dad, who had basically raped her from the time she was eight, but when she found out women and girls could have sex, she realized she was a lesbian.

“I discovered what truly intimate sex was when I was about twelve with my best friend Kelsey. I hadn’t had the nerve to approach another girl, but she sort of brought up the idea one night when I spent the night at her house. We camped out in her back yard, in fact,” Danni said. “She had done it with her cousin, and she talked me into trying it, though it hadn’t taken much convincing. I pretended to be hesitant, but really I was so overjoyed she wanted to fool around.”

“So you two did more than masturbate together that first night together?” I asked, remembering her story to me.

“Yes. She’d done everything with her cousin.” Then Danni smiled at me and licked her lips, saying, “Everything” as I had done to her. I grinned. “So she also did ‘everything’ with me,” she finished.

“You licked each other?” Jenna asked.

“Yes, honey. And a lot more. We were so tired the next morning when her mom came out to get us up to take down the tent and clean up. I have no idea how late we went to sleep, but it had to be at least three a.m.”

“I’m sorry your dad did that to you,” Mom said. “Did it bother you to find out Cheryl and I have sex with each other because of what he’d done?”

“No. In fact, I was kind of jealous. You see, my mom died when I was so young that I never had a chance to have any kind of real relationship with her. Once I discovered lesbianism, I would fantasize that she had run off instead of dying and came back to take me away and… well… show me what real love was like.”

“So you discovered me when you were sixteen?” Mom said, probably wanting to change the subject to something happier.

“Yeah. I was in love at first sight.” Mom smiled a bit at this. “I’ll never forget that the first movie I ever saw you in was Janet’s Lesbian Liaisons.”

“Really? That’s the movie that made me famous,” Mom said.

“I know,” Danni said. “I own it.”

“A girl after my own heart,” Mom said, and they kissed. When the kiss ended, Mom said, “I own it, too,” and laughed.

Later, Danni offered to take Marie home. It wasn’t that late yet, and Marie gave me a look that said she hoped Danni would want to park somewhere. I talked to Marie later, though, and she said the only thing that happened other than some conversation about sex and being careful at school was that Danni kissed her good-night.

“She also said that catching us in the girls’ bathroom made her really horny and she had to masturbate before going to bed that night,” Marie said. “I think that is so cool!”

“Me too,” I said. “And now we have a teacher on our side.”

After talking to Marie, I went to my mom’s room to say good-night. Jenna was taking her bath, so we had a few minutes alone.

“I really like Danni,” Mom said, smiling.

“Yeah, she’s cool.”

“We’ll have to be careful though. I don’t want anyone figuring out we’re special friends. That would cause her a lot of problems, I’m sure.”

“Yeah,” I said. “I guess she could lose her job.”

“She definitely could lose it if they find out she’s having sex with a couple of students from the school,” Mom said. “And she might lose it if they find out she’s having an affair with me.”

“An affair?” I asked. They’d only had sex this one time. Calling it an affair seemed to suggest it was more.

“Well, you understand what I mean, especially since I want to see her again.”

At that point, Jenna came in to say good-night. Her head was wrapped in a towel, but she was naked other than that. I eyed my sister’s vulva and felt my own pussy stirring to life at the sight and memory of the many times I had licked it to an orgasm.

It was time for bed, or I would have made sure she ended up in my room for the night. We had school the next day, so staying up late was not an option for us, but I wondered if maybe I could have some fun with her after school tomorrow.

As it turned out, too many things were happening for us to become involved sexually then. Way too many things.

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Gwen parked her car and went into the small office. She had finally arranged to meet with the “boss” of the prostitution ring where Cindy and Kinsey had worked.

When she walked in, she realized this was not their usual place of business. There was a single small secretary’s desk and a phone. The desk was bare except for that, not even a small computer or even an old-fashioned typewriter.

Just a phone.

There wasn’t even a chair in the room other than the one for the person behind the desk. No sofa. Nothing. Nowhere to sit at all. The hastily arranged, almost bare room was about as welcoming as a school of piranhas.

Suspicion grew when she grasped that this wasn’t their usual place of business, but some kind of “hourly rent” office where she’d been told to meet Mr. Craven, the apparent owner of this “stable” of call girls.

The woman who greeted her said, “You the lady wantin’ to see Mr. Craven?”

Gwen eyed the bleached blond. She was dressed in clothes meant for someone much younger, a very short beige skirt, silver pumps, and a cream midriff blouse. The woman herself looked at least fifty, though she wore heavy make-up in a failed attempt to hide that fact. She reminded Gwen of someone who couldn’t accept she was getting older, making her a lot like many aging wanna-be’s who had come to Los Angeles when they were young to find fame and fortune, but who would leave this earth from that city long before they should have died. She’d seen this wasted attempt to appear young before, and it always made her sad because no young men were going to want anything to do with this woman. A gigolo might if the woman had anything he would want from her, but nobody worth knowing would ever give this depressing woman the time of day.

Not only were the woman’s clothes sad, but she also wore her dyed hair in twin ponytails that fell across each shoulder blade. It was a young girl’s hairstyle. In fact, it reminded Gwen of a girl of ten or eleven. She’d rarely seen a woman over thirty pull that kind of hairdo off, and the thirty-year-olds looked much younger than they were because they’d taken care of themselves.

It was just a sad world, especially in a town where misery masqueraded as exquisite contentment, and true happiness was as rare as real gentlemen at a gentlemen’s club.

“Yes, I have a business proposition for Mr. Craven,” Gwen answered the woman’s sole question, wanting to get away from the woman as quickly as possible because of how discouraging it was to be standing there looking at her.

“Hang on,” blondie said, and picking up the phone, dialed a number.

After a moment, the woman said, “She’s here” into the receiver, listened for a moment, and hung up.

“Wait outside the door. A limo will come along in about a minute. When it pulls up, get in the back,” blondie said.

Gwen, slightly confused, pointed at the door she had used to enter this faux office perhaps only one minute before. “That door?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.

“You see another one, sweetie?” blondie said. Her tone when she said ‘sweetie’ had sounded more like ‘bitch.’

Without answering, Gwen turned and went back through the door. She hadn’t waited more than two minutes when a stretch limo pulled to the curb right behind Gwen’s own car.

As she got into the expensive ride, she turned to look into the office she had exited. Sure enough, blondie was already grabbing her purse and moving toward the front door. Oddly, she noticed that the woman had something else with her — the phone she’d used. Gwen realized then it was the only thing in the office she’d seen the woman touch.

As Gwen closed the door to the backseat of the limo, she turned to look at Mr. Craven for the first time. But as it turned out, this wasn’t Mr. Craven after all. It was one of his employees. Another go-between there to make sure she was on the up-and-up, apparently. She found this out when she said, “Mr. Craven?”

“Not today, lady. My name’s Mitch.” He stuck out a meaty paw. “Mitch Royals. Glad to meet you.”

Gwen took his hand and shook it, noting the firm, dry handshake. For some reason, she didn’t believe that Mitch was necessarily glad to meet her at all. He was just doing his job.

Then Mitch was frisking her, his hands moving into areas of her body she had not intended to allow him to touch. His search for a wire — which she’d expected, just not a search so intimate — ended with Mitch sitting back in his seat and continuing to glare at Gwen. The one thing she could tell was that he had enjoyed this particular part of his job. He’d spent nearly a minute rubbing her crotch while making sure there was no wire there, even though he would have been able to tell that in seconds, if he knew what he was doing, and Gwen felt Mitch knew exactly what he was doing.

Mitch was a large man, tall and very heavy. If Gwen had to guess his weight, it would easily be in the three-hundred-pound range, maybe three-fifty. She couldn’t tell his true height, of course, sitting in the back of the limo, but she would have guessed between six-two and six-five. He was also bald, reminding Gwen of Mr. Clean. He even had a small hoop earring, the diameter of a penny, in his left ear. The tiny earring seemed to make his head appear larger. Yet despite his stature, the man moved with the ease of a jungle cat, a leopard maybe. He seemed quick and agile, which served to throw others off when meeting him. It was unexpected and certainly gave Mitch an advantage over others.

She straightened her clothing. “So when do I meet Mr. Craven?” Gwen asked, suddenly wondering why she had chosen this ploy to meet this powerful and dangerous man. Now she was just hoping she would get out of the limo alive.

“In due time,” Mitch said, appraising Gwen through slitted eyes. “In due time,” he repeated. “First, he wants me to decide if it’s worth his time to meet you.”

“Well, I hope you decide in my favor,” Gwen said, smiling at the man, exuding the most charm she could muster as her nerves screamed at her to jump out at the next light.

“So, tell me about this proposition you have,” Mitch said, with no hint of a smile. Gwen wondered if he ever smiled, in fact. He didn’t look much like someone who found ordinary life amusing. The closest he had come so far to smiling was after he had felt her up while checking for a wire.

Gwen once again hoped she’d not made an error in judgment here. Mostly, she prayed it wasn’t a fatal error.

“Well,” Gwen said, “I was hoping to branch out in my business and was hoping to get Mr. Craven’s support.”

“And what’s your business? Selling cosmetics?”

“Uh, well, no. You see, I have a stable of call girls I was hoping to move to L.A. I was hoping to meet Mr. Craven and discuss the terms of a deal that I feel he would believe to be, well, advantageous for us both.”

“You wantin’ to cut in on his business?” Mitch said. “Not that I’m saying he does anything illegal, of course, like prostitution.”

“Come now, Mr. Royals. I’ve admitted that I do something illegal, like prostitution,” Gwen said, deciding to be more forthright with Mitch in the hopes he would admire her for it. “The fact is I don’t want to cut in on Mr. Craven’s business at all. That’s why I’m here. To cut a deal.”

“It still sounds like it’s not a deal you’re cutting. It sounds to me like the only cutting that would take place would be you cutting in on his business.”

“No, you see–“

“No, YOU see!” Mitch said, pointing his thick finger in her face. “I don’t give a fuck what kind of deal you think you have for Mr. Craven. If he lets you bring call girls in as any kind of competition, he’s losing money in the long run.”

“I was hoping to settle on some sort of… franchise fee.”

“Why would he allow a ‘franchise’ to be set up when he already owns all the stores in town?” Mitch asked.

Gwen realized she had made a huge error. She had thought that an offer of more girls and more money would entice Mr. Craven to share details of his operation with her after a while. The idea that he would not be the least bit interested never entered her mind. It was more money. It involved more girls, even though they didn’t exist in reality. But the promise of more girls would certainly have swayed him. Or so she’d thought.

“Anyway, you look more like one of the girls than the owner of such an operation. You don’t exactly strike me as, for want of a better word, a madam,” Mitch said.

“Well, I am,” she said. “I am a ‘madam’ as you call it. I’m from Phoenix.”

“So, when is your flight back?” Mitch asked.

“Well, I was still hoping–“

Mitch interrupted her by springing on her and putting his large hand over her delicate throat and beginning to squeeze, increasing the pressure by degrees. His other hand reached down into her blouse, causing several buttons to fly off. He felt around inside her blouse before delving into her bra to feel her breasts.

He’s going to rape me, Gwen thought.

Then his hands moved out of the top and down between her legs once again. Grabbing the gusset of her panties roughly, he felt around inside her, touching her most intimate area. Then a finger was shoved inside her before it moved on to her butthole, where it once again assaulted her. The hand moved up across her midriff, swarming around her tummy before plunging behind her to check her back.

Then Gwen realized he wasn’t raping her exactly. He was just being more certain their conversation wasn’t being recorded. It wasn’t, of course. She knew Mr. Craven, or whoever he might send, would check for a wire, so she had decided against one. She hoped that decision would save her life.

His large hand was still choking her, however, and she felt the pounding of her blood as it struggled to reach her starving brain. Darkness closed in from the edges of her vision until all was black and she spiraled down into the darkness.

Her final thought before the darkness completely consumed her was that this must be what dying felt like.

When Gwen could no longer hear what was said in the limo, Mitch leaned forward and pressed a button on a console near his seat.

“Drive us back to her car,” he said. “There’s one more thing we have to do.”

The sound of the driver’s voice came over the small speaker in the console. “Sure thing, Mr. Craven.”

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