Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Surveys and Sex

By Cheryl Taggert 

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The following week I decided it was time to begin my major project. It was to be part of an ongoing work that I would be doing as a precursor to my attempt to get a master’s degree in psychology. I hoped to continue this work as my master’s thesis.

I had decided to interview women who had experienced sex at a young age. My first order of business was to develop what I intended to call sex. My faculty adviser asked if masturbation would be identified as sex for my study. Then she wanted to know if oral sex with a man would be considered sex, probably because of all the hubbub surrounding the former president. She also suggested that if I wanted to make this a more thorough study that I should also interview men. I made it plain I had no desire to do that — no pun intended — at least for this study. I figured I could get some guys to do that if I went on to complete the study for my thesis, or even my doctoral dissertation should I choose to do that.

My working hypothesis was that women felt guilt over sexual encounters while children only because of pressure from society, not because they felt guilt on their own. I was particularly interested in interviewing subjects who had been nurtured sexually instead of being forced. I was also more interested in female-female encounters because of the stigma society attached to any sort of same-sex encounters, regardless of age.

I placed an ad in the college newspaper, as well as on a variety of web sites, advertising for women who had experienced sex with a partner before puberty. I had chosen not to include masturbation as sex, though I would ask questions about it, my thoughts being that any girl who had sexual encounters with another person would more than likely also have begun masturbating at a young age. I mentioned in the ad that I was doing a study on early mutually desired sexual encounters and their psychological effects on the subjects. I had also been warned in my classes not to reveal anything more than vague information about what my study was about. I was also told that I would need to interview women who had regrets as well, but those interviews could wait until I had interviewed some of the women who had no regrets.

I wondered if anyone would even answer the ads, so I was surprised to receive twenty-seven of them in the first week. They left their names and phone numbers on a special voicemail account I had set up, and I would call them back and ask a few preliminary questions to determine if the information they wanted to share would qualify for my study.

The preliminary questions were these:

1. At what age did your sexual encounter begin? At what age did it end?
2. Was your encounter with a male or female?
3. How much older or younger than you was the other person involved in the encounter?
4. Was your partner a family member? If so, what was your relationship?
5. Was your encounter discovered by anyone?
6. What is your age now?
7. And finally, on a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being not at all and 10 being extremely, how guilty do you feel about that encounter?

If their answers to the preliminary questions were such that I felt they could add to my research, I made an appointment to meet them face-to-face in a small office with a window where people could see us that I had been given access to in one of the university’s libraries. Of the twenty-seven who answered my ad the first week, only twelve qualified. The thing was that an answer of “no” to number five would usually disqualify them since the basis of my hypothesis involved the cause of any guilt. This was especially true if the respondent chose a low number to answer question seven in addition to a “no” answer to number five. Also, if the answer to number one was older than fourteen, they would be disqualified as well, though I could not reveal the reason for their disqualification at any time during the phone call. I had chosen fifteen and above for disqualification because the girls would be too close to becoming a legal adult to have discovery matter as much to them.

The first in-depth interview was with another student at UCLA named Andrea. She was a junior, age twenty. Lisa had insisted she tag along as my “assistant” for these interviews. I felt her need to be there stemmed from her fear of my becoming intimately involved with one of the subjects. I was disappointed she didn’t trust me but I also understood. Her break-up with Brenda had left some deep scars, and I had decided early in our relationship to indulge her misgivings and doubts to show her I had nothing to hide from her. Our “no sex with a possible rival” pact was sacrosanct to me, though we had agreed that if we both wanted sex with a girl, we could indulge in a threesome, such as the time we had sex with the girl who had delivered our room-service at the hotel that time. We had agreed not to exchange any contact information with these brief encounters, so the fact I had these girls’ phone numbers already was leading to Lisa’s nervousness.

Andrea arrived right on time. She was very cute with a petite frame, sporting a blond pixie cut that framed her lightly freckled face. She sat down across from us at the only table in the small room and we introduced ourselves. I identified Lisa as my assistant to avoid creating any possible hesitation or other problems for Andrea, since knowing Lisa was my lover might create a feeling in Andrea that she should say what she thought we wanted to hear, or conversely, keep some of the details we needed to hear to herself. She was very outgoing with a bubbly personality. Her smile was natural and attractive, displaying genuine happiness that she was there. She wore tight yellow short shorts that seemed molded to her butt and a light green tank top. It was obvious from a quick glance that she wore no bra.

Subjects were given ten dollars for the hour or so they would spend in the interview. Mom had agreed to bankroll my project. She hadn’t batted an eye when I’d informed her that the first “wave” of interviewees would cost $120.

Looking again at my notes on Andrea to refresh my memory of her answers, I said, “So, your encounter was with your female cousin when the two of you were children?”

“Yes,” Andrea replied.

“And you were eleven and she was twelve?” I asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“And according to this, you were caught together by your cousin’s mother?”

“Yeah.”

“This relationship is ongoing, correct?” I asked, feeling my pussy grow warm and wet, despite knowing I had to do my best to remain detached from the details of her story. Yeah, right. Fat chance of that happening. I glanced at Lisa, who I could tell was equally turned on by this girl’s easy admission that she was still involved in an incestuous relationship with her female cousin, who would now be twenty-one.

Andrea nodded, indicating she and her cousin were still involved sexually.

“You need to answer verbally,” I said, indicating the tape recorder on the table.

“Yes,” she said, smiling broadly.

“And you are aware that this interview, which is being recorded, will be asking you some very intimate and detailed questions about your encounter with your cousin as well as your current sex life, right?”

“Encounters,” she said. “Plural. We get together every chance we can.”

“Okay,” I said. “Sorry. Encounters.” I looked at Andrea. “How many encounters do you think the two of you have had?”

“Oh, God. A thousand? Two, maybe?”

“Would it be accurate to say more times than you can accurately judge?”

“Yeah, I’d say that. Shit, we’ve made it twice this week already.”

“I see,” I said.

“Listen,” Andrea said, concern showing on her face, “this is totally anonymous, right? I mean, nobody’s gonna come down on me from the university or anything because I have sex with my cousin, are they?”

“You have nothing to worry about there. What’s said in this room stays in this room as far as anyone knowing who said what. When I write this up, you will be Jane Doe 1, no names.”

Her grin returned. “Good.” She placed her forearms on the table and said, “So, what’d’ya wanna know?”

I decided to go off-script for a moment to ask about her masturbation habits and when they began.

“How old were you when you discovered sexual stimulation?”

“Wow. ‘Sexual stimulation.’ So formal. Okay, um, I must have been around six… or seven… at the oldest. I was climbing on some monkey bars and was straddling one of the bars. It rubbed my pussy and I noticed it felt nice. In bed that night I tried to recreate those feelings with my hands and fingers.” She smiled as if sharing a secret we may not have encountered before. “It worked.”

“Did you achieve an orgasm?”

“Not at that time, but I did soon after that night. In fact it was talking together about our first orgasms that got Belinda and me started together.”

“Belinda’s your cousin?”

“Yeah.”

“So, tell me about your first time with Belinda.”

“Well, we were sharing my bedroom. She and her mom had just moved here from Ohio after her mom divorced Belinda’s dad, and my mom let them stay with us til they got settled. My mom is Belinda’s mom’s older sister. They’re two years apart.”

“Go on,” I said, urging Andrea to continue her story.

“So anyway, it was, like, the second night and we stayed up late talking about everything. Boys, games we liked to play, boys, our favorite songs and groups, boys.” She paused for a second. “And the talk about boys led to talk about what we’d do if we were alone with a boy we really liked, and Belinda said she’d kissed a boy, and not having done that, I asked her what it was like. Then she said it would be easier to show me instead of tell me because telling couldn’t really do it justice. Actually, her words were it was easier to show than tell. So we talked about that and ended up kissing each other. We made out for a while then we went to sleep.”

“You two did nothing else sexual that night?” I asked.

“No, I guess we were too scared to. The next night, though, I told her I liked kissing her and she said she liked it too and she never thought it could be so much fun with another girl. Then she asked me if I ever touched myself. I knew immediately what she meant. I mean, I knew she wasn’t talking about, like, touching my arm. I answered her with a question, of course, asking her if she ever did. She grinned and said she had and said she was even having orgasms. I told her I’d been having them since I was, like six or seven. She was totally amazed at that, saying she didn’t think people could have an orgasm that young.

“Anyway, we started making out again, and I was getting horny, just like the night before, but I hadn’t done anything with my pussy because I was afraid she’d hear me or something. So, we were making out and I felt her press her pussy to my leg and sort of hump herself against it a little. She wasn’t like humping it hard or anything, but she was definitely humping me. I slowly maneuvered myself so I could hump her leg, too, and before you know it, we were going at it with each other.”

“Were you both naked at the time?” I asked.

“Nah, we didn’t get naked or anything yet. We were still in pj’s. I was too afraid her mom or mine would come in and find us naked and humping each other, and I guess she was too. We really never talked about why it took so long for us to get naked together. We were just humping each other’s thighs. It was pretty obvious we were going to come, so we just kept doing it until we did. Belinda came first, and I followed shortly after that.

“Then we just lay back and caught our breath. Belinda said we could never tell anyone about what we’d done. I asked her if we could do it again the next night, and she said as long as we’re careful.”

“How long did it take for the two of you to get naked together?”

“When our moms went out about a week later on a Saturday to do some house-hunting for Belinda’s mom so they could get a place of their own. I remember thinking I didn’t want them to move out because of the fun we were having in bed at night. Anyway, they left, saying they’d be gone until nearly suppertime that night. So we knew we had hours together without our moms there. They hadn’t been gone ten minutes before I asked Belinda if she wanted to mess around. She said she’d been thinking about it since our moms would be gone for so long. I mean, it was like right after lunch when they left, around 12:30. Suppertime was at 6:00, over five hours later.

“So we went to the bedroom and I wanted to start kissing right away, but Belinda asked me if I wanted to do something more than just hump each other’s leg with our clothes on. Of course, I wanted to know what she had in mind, and she said why don’t we get naked, and I thought that would be really cool, to be lying around the house naked and not having to worry about getting caught. So we took off our clothes and jumped into bed. We started making out and were soon humping each other. Then I felt Belinda’s hand on her pussy as she was rubbing herself against my leg, so I joined her, putting my own hand on my pussy to rub it.

“The fact our hands were so close to each other’s pussy occurred to me, and I wondered what she’d do if I moved my hand and touched her instead. She sort of jumped like she’d been touched by an ice cube or something, but she smiled and put her own hand on me. So instead of humping each other, we ended up rubbing each other off.

“When we were finished, we lay back and caught our breath and soon I was horny again because I guess I was thinking I wanted to take full advantage of being alone for so long like that. So anyway, we start making out again and Belinda asks me if she can touch my boobies. I didn’t have much — Hell, I still don’t — but she started playing with them and soon I’m noticing how I can feel it in my pussy when she’s playing with my boobies. I tell her about it and she says something like of course. Then she leans over me and takes one of my nipples into her mouth and starts kissing and sucking on it gently. Her hand is on my pussy, rubbing me there, and I instantly came.

“She looks at me like, wow, and I lean over and start sucking and kissing her boobies too. She’s like going into orbit or something, and soon she’s coming too because my hands are kinda busy on her puss. We lay there for a while and she says again how we can’t tell anyone about what we do together. Then she leans over and kisses me, and we’re off again.

“By now, we’re humping, fingering, sucking boobies, rubbing each other’s butt — everything. Or at least we thought it was everything. When we finish that time, we decide to find out if my mom has any dirty books or something we can share with each other. We’re traipsing around the house naked and go to my mom’s bedroom, and we find more than a book. We hit the mother lode. My mom, as it turns out, likes to watch porn. All kinds in fact — hetero, gay, and lesbian. I’d never known my mom was into watching stuff like that. She had kept all that well-hidden from me, but apparently Belinda knew where to search, which turned out to be in a plastic box with a lid that was under my mom’s bed. There musta been like thirty or forty movies there. We pulled out a couple of tapes and went into our den where the main TV was. I guess we coulda watched them in my mom’s room on her TV and VCR, but the idea of watching in there kinda gave me the creeps or something.

“So we put this one movie in and it’s like guys sucking each other and fucking each other up the butt. It didn’t do a lot for me, but I glance over at Belinda and she’s going at her pussy like nobody’s business. She came and we put another movie on. This one had men and women fucking. That one got me going, but I found myself looking at the women more than I did the men.”

I interrupted her for a question. “Then you’re lesbian?”

“Uh-huh. I guess I’ve never been that attracted to dicks after all. I mean I had thought I was, but it turned out I preferred pussy.”

I glanced at Lisa, who was positively sweating. Her breathing was a little ragged, too. I knew she would want to fuck me after this, and I was fine with that. My own pussy was overflowing with my juices by then, and I was hoping I wouldn’t have another spontaneous orgasm, which would be very difficult to hide.

I looked back at Andrea and noticed she, too, was dealing with a huge case of the hornies. Her eyes were glazed and her own breathing was giving her away as well. I figured she could probably tell her story was getting our juices flowing. I swallowed what little saliva had formed in my mouth and said, “Go on,” to urge her to continue.

She took a deep breath and said, “So, anyway, we put in the last movie, and it was an all-girl film. We ended up getting educated about what girls could do to each other when we watched that one. Oral sex had never crossed my mind, but it sure did when I watched these girls in a sixty-nine. We both could tell they were loving not only having it done to them but also doing it to each other. I began to wonder what another girl would taste like. Hell, at the time I didn’t really know what I tasted like, for that matter. I remember seeing this one girl take her hand out of her pussy and put her fingers in her mouth to suck off the juices that coated her fingers. That just looked so fucking hot, you know?

“I looked at Belinda and asked her if she’d ever tasted herself, and she said she hadn’t. I said I hadn’t either, but that those girls sure made it look tasty. Belinda just sort of gave me this ‘uh-huh’ kind of answer. I could tell she was thinking the same thing I was. So I asked her if she wanted to try it.

“She looked at me and asked me if I did. I said I asked first but I think we both could tell we wanted to. So Belinda lies back on the sofa and parts her legs and I move in between them for a taste. I took some time inspecting her pussy. I’d never been that close to one before, at least not close enough to look at it like that. Finally, she said something about going ahead and doing it, so I leaned in and licked her pussy. She sorta jumped like it had felt really good, and I decided I kinda liked the flavor and all. Soon enough, I’m going down on her like I’d been doing it every day of my life. She came again, and I told her it was my turn to get licked like that.

“She didn’t hesitate at all. She got between my legs and started licking, and soon I was in orbit myself.”

I saw that Andrea’s right shoulder was moving slightly and realized that at some point she had begun rubbing herself softly through her cotton shorts. She realized I could tell what she was doing, but she didn’t stop or even slow down. If anything, she sped up a bit.

I glanced at Lisa, who shrugged slightly as if to say, “If you want to.” Then her own hand moved to her pussy and she began rubbing gently.

I got up and checked to see if anyone in the large room beyond the window had noticed us. There were a few people milling in the book stacks, but nobody seemed the least bit interested in us or what we were doing. I slowly pulled the cord on the Venetian blinds to close them so we could get ourselves off without worrying about prying eyes in the library before returning to my seat beside Lisa.

I pulled my shorts down to just above my knees, along with my now thoroughly soaked panties. Lisa and Andrea did the same. I could smell the pussy in the small room and hoped the ventilation system worked well.

Andrea stood up, showing us both her bald pussy. I’d wondered if she shaved or did anything else to keep her cunt smooth and hair-free.

The three of us continued like that for several minutes until Andrea began to moan. Her staccato breaths were punctuated with tiny, gasping grunts of “uh…uh…”

Then she came. To her credit she was silent about it. Or at least quiet enough not to be heard in the room beyond the door and window. Both Lisa and I came about the same time, which was about five seconds after Andrea had reached the peak of her intense orgasm.

When I’d finished, I held up my sticky, soaked hand for Andrea and Lisa to see. Then I offered it to Lisa, who took my hand in hers and licked off my vaginal fluids, relishing the flavor, sucking each finger. Andrea reached over to Lisa and took her hand, the one not holding mine, not to mention it was also the one with all her pussy juices on it. She stuck my lover’s fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean while she held her own wet hand out to me to enjoy.

I feasted on the tart and sticky cream that covered Andrea’s hand and fingers.

She was delicious.

Finally, I sat back and said, “My last question is this. What happened when the two of you were caught by Belinda’s mother?”

“Well, that’s sort of hot, too. You sure you want to hear it?”

“Of course. I need it for my study.”

“You mean this is a real study? You’re not just doing this to meet girls and get off?”

“Well, I have to admit the getting off part is fun, but yes, this is a real study.” I thought for a moment. “Have you made up any of what you’ve said?”

“No, of course not,” Andrea said. “But I was still thinking this was all about getting off to girls’ stories about their sex lives.”

I smiled at her. “Just think of that as a fringe benefit of my study.” Recalling a different aspect of her story, I said. “So, tell me about the two of you getting caught.”

Andrea smiled back at me. “Of course,” she said.

Lisa and I sat back, sated for the moment, to listen to Andrea’s wild story, which turned out to be as hot as what she’d told us thus far.

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