Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Cheryl Taggert

After we finished swimming, which took less time than we’d both planned, we quickly got dressed and left the Y. Anne drove, of course, so we got into her car for the ride to her house. She was still beside herself with wonder at what had happened.

“It’s just so weird, Cheryl. I mean, you’re nine again. How do you think that happened?

“I don’t know. But I’m not looking a gift-horse in the mouth. I plan to have fun while this lasts.”

“So you wished on a star to be nine again, and you woke up and you were? I bet that freaked you out!”

“You don’t know how much. It’s just a good thing Becky brought over a bag of clothes or I would have had to walk around naked until I grew up again.”

“You’d have thought of something,” Anne said, laughing. “You could have called me and told me to come over with some of Becky’s clothes.”

“And when I explained why on the phone, you’d have thought I’d lost my mind.”

“Whatever. Anyway, now I have TWO little ones to enjoy! This is gonna be great for me, too!”

“How are we going to do this? You gonna tell Becky who I really am?”

“Eventually, but maybe not right away. We’ll play it by ear. I’ll tell her I met you at the Y and we ended up having some sexy fun. That’s 100% true, so it won’t even really be a lie.”

We arrived at Anne’s house. It was a Saturday, and her parents were home. Anne had thought they’d be out shopping for the new car they planned to buy. I didn’t want to encounter them, especially since Anne was bringing a strange nine-year-old home to meet her little sister. It just all seemed too odd. I looked at Anne, “Why don’t you go get Becky, and tell your parents you’re going to spend the day at my place — and maybe even the night. I’ll just slip down in the backseat and hide until you come back out.”

“I suppose you’re right. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

I crept over to the backseat and hunched down, hoping nobody would see me. After about five minutes, the front passenger side door opened, and someone got in. I figured it was Becky. Her head suddenly appeared over the back of her seat.

“Hi. I’m Becky,” she said, smiling. I could tell the way we were fooling her parents made her happy.

“Hi. I’m–Carol.” I decided at the last second to change my name. We could fill her in on the ride to my place and I could be Cheryl again. After all, it would look odd for me to have a key to a twenty-one-year-old’s apartment, so we’d have to tell her before getting there.

“Hi, Cheryl.”

“No, Carol,” I said, figuring she’d misheard me.

“No, CHERYL,” she said emphatically, grinning from ear to ear.

It dawned on me. She knew. Anne must have explained it to her after realizing what I did, that we couldn’t very well go to my place if she didn’t know the full story.

“I guess Anne told you.”

“Uh-huh. And she told me other stuff too!” Her grin got bigger, if that were possible. Then she was climbing over the seat to join me in the back. I was in a slight panic that her parents would see her doing that or come out to say good-bye to her or something. She must have read my mind. “Don’t worry. They won’t come out. They’re sunbathing out by the pool.”

“They could still come out,” I said.

She giggled. “No they won’t. They’re naked!”

This was also a surprise. Anne and Becky’s parents sunbathed in their back yard in the nude? I’d known they were fairly liberal, but not that much.

“Oh, okay,” I said. “But couldn’t they put on robes?”

“Stop worrying about it. They’re not going to do that,” she said. “You’re wearing my clothes!”

“Yeah, good thing you left them at my house last night. Otherwise, I’d have been stuck with nothing to wear.”

Suddenly, she reached over toward me. I wasn’t sure what she was going to do at first. Then her hand dove down to my pussy and grabbed it. I gasped at the sudden contact.

“Anne said you wanted to play. You do, don’t you?”

I nodded. The cute, shy girl I knew had turned into a little vixen. She was rubbing my pussy expertly. Not too hard and not too soft. A sudden image of Goldilocks filled my mind.

She then began to pull my shorts and panties–well her shorts and panties–down, exposing my bare pussy. Before I knew it, she was going down on me. Right in the back seat of her sister’s car. The little nine-year-old was licking my pussy. But then I was also a little nine-year-old. It was wild.

When the driver’s side door opened, I almost screamed, thinking we’d been caught, but it was only Anne.

“So you two have already started, huh?”

“Yep,” said Becky, stopping her licking of my bald pussy long enough to answer, then diving right back in again.

The car backed out and I saw Anne looking over the back of the seat.

“That’s really cool, Becky! I’ve never seen you licking another little girl’s pussy before.”

She laughed, her tongue still buried in my slit.

“But you need to cool it. You can’t very well make her go inside her apartment naked from the waist down.”

“I will if she will,” said Becky. My God, this WAS a wild girl!

“Someone might see and have us all arrested. I doubt the police would believe my story, and frankly I’m not sure I’d want them to since I’m having sex with a nine-year-old girl.”

“Okay, but when we get there, no clothes, okay? I wanna be like Mom and Dad and go naked if I want to. And I want to.”

“Okay,” said Anne. “Anyway, you’re driving me crazy back there because I can’t drive and watch you two at the same time.”

Becky giggled and let me put my, or her, shorts back on. I left the panties off. We sat there, now buckled in beside each other, and she reached down and began to play with herself through her shorts. She managed to pull the leg open enough for me to see that she was also without panties.

“Anne, are you wearing any panties?” I asked, curious.

“Nope.”

“Then I guess that makes three of us.”

Becky giggled again. I watched her as she played with her pussy, and I decided I could join her for this. My hand sought my newly acquired little-girl pussy and I started rubbing myself as she watched me and diddled her own mound.

Soon, our breathing told Anne we weren’t exactly sitting back there looking at the neighborhoods we drove through. “Girls, stop it before I have to pull this car over and spank you both!”

“Is that a promise,” Becky said. Anne just eyed her in the rearview mirror. I decided she was mostly jealous because we were having all the fun and she had to drive. Her only chance was to get us to my apartment as soon as she could.

She continued driving, and we continued masturbating. I was enthralled. The little Becky I had desired so much was sitting beside me, playing boldly with her pussy right in front of me. This was going to be fun.

When we arrived at my place, we stopped touching ourselves long enough to get inside. Anne had brought a suitcase packed with clothes for all of us. They were going to spend the night. My level of desire tripled when I found this out.

As I opened the door to my apartment, I turned in time to see Becky pushing her shorts down below her knees before entering. If anyone had been out there, they could have seen the wild display of pre-teen sexuality. I think my mouth dropped open at the sight of Becky standing outside my door with her pants down and her pussy and butt in plain view.

They both completed stripping out of their clothes as soon as the door shut. I locked it, just to be safe, and stripped in five seconds flat. Now we were all naked.

I went up to Becky first, knowing I wanted to sixty-nine with her before doing anything else. I think we both were near the point of coming. Anne accepted this, as I knew she would, and sat back in the padded chair I had in my bedroom to watch us, her hand moving down her belly to her treasure, as Becky and I crawled up on my bed. We began by kissing. Anne had taught her well. Her tongue massaged the insides of my mouth, my lips, and my tongue. Her lips were soft and moist, and our kisses were sheer heaven. I wanted that soft mouth on my pussy. I moved down her body, kissing along the way, and finally arrived at her pussy. Swinging my leg over her chest and head, I lowered my own twat to her waiting mouth as I placed my lips to hers, where I tasted my first little girl’s pussy.

It was divine, earth-shattering, mind-numbing, and totally awesome. She tasted like the sweetest, cleanest pussy I’d ever hoped to lick. There was a freshness to the taste. I was in heaven.

Anne, meanwhile, was rubbing her own pussy to her first orgasm of the threesome. I would peek over at her and see her hand moving across her clit and two or three fingers of the other hand plunging in and out of her vagina. Even when I wasn’t looking at her, I could hear the sound of her hand and fingers sloshing in the wetness there, which, based on the sounds, was a tidal wave of pussy juice.

Soon, I could hear Becky beginning the climb to her orgasm, which was a good thing because I was well on the way to mine. I redoubled my efforts to bring her off. I wanted all three of us to come together, and if I didn’t get Becky there soon, it wasn’t going to happen. Just as I heard Anne’s groans indicating she was starting to come, my own orgasm hit. That must have tilted Becky over the edge to her own orgasm because we were all squealing and moaning out our climaxes.

Becky and I moved to where we could lie together. Because we had nine-year-old pussies, we were satisfied for the time being. Anne, on the other hand, was just getting started. She moved over onto the bed and made as if to put her pussy to my face, but I stopped her.

“No, let Becky. I want to see you two together,” I said, weakly. It had fascinated me from the moment I realized they had sex together, and I wanted to see the two sisters engaged in pedophilic incest. Anne was eighteen and her little sister, nine. I suddenly wondered how long this had been going on.

Anne moved to Becky, straddled her head, and lowered her pussy to her baby sister’s mouth. She immediately began gyrating her hips and pressing her pussy to Becky’s lips. Becky was used to this. She had her tongue popping out of her mouth to massage her big sister’s clit and inner labia. And as she did this, her fingers wandered to her sister’s asshole and massaged it for a minute before plunging two fingers inside her butt.

Anne went wild. She was thrashing around and I feared she might topple over on top of Becky or me as I lay there watching this little show. Anne came again, obviously stronger than her last come, and she screamed so loud I thought the neighbors might complain.

Finally, she collapsed on the bed beside us, and we all embraced each other.

“How long has this been going on?” I asked Anne.

“Sex? Oh, for a long time–since the beginning of time,” she answered with a grin.

“Very funny. You know what I mean. How long have you and Becky been fooling around?”

They looked at each other for a moment. Then Anne said, “Since she was three.”

I would have fallen over had I been standing. “Three? That means you were–”

“Twelve.”

“Wow. How did it start?”

“She came on to me,” said Anne, giggling unashamedly at her joke.

“Aaannnne!”

“Okay. I’ll tell you. I have to be honest. I’d thought about it since she was born, practically. The first time I changed her diaper when I was nine, I was fascinated with her tiny pussy. Mom would let me change her anytime I wanted to, of course. I would take off the diaper and have fun cleaning her up and putting the ointment on her little pussy and butt to keep her from getting a rash. I tell you, she never had a rash as long as I was in charge of changing her. So, when she turned three, I was also giving her her bath. I would clean her up very well, and one day I discovered–well, okay, I didn’t exactly discover it because I was trying to see if I could bathe her and get her pussy turned on–but I bathed her pussy so long she began to squirm around. I asked her what was wrong and she said it ‘felt funny’ down there. I acted like this was really special, and it was, but I acted like ‘hooray for you; you made it!’ and she wanted to know why I was so happy, so I told her that it was a wonderful feeling girls can get down there and I had been hoping she would get that feeling. So I took her to my bed and lay her down there and immediately went down on her. She loved it! I got her to promise to never ever tell anyone else, or we wouldn’t be able to do it anymore. I was real worried she might tell Mom and Dad, but she never did.”

I looked at Becky. “Do you remember that?”

“Nope. All I know is we’ve been doing sex things for as long as I can remember. It’s always been like this.”

“Did you ever want to do things with me when I was big?”

“Oh, yeah! In fact, Anne had to stop me from coming on to you.”

“Why’d you do that?” I asked Anne. “I’ve been wanting Becky since I met her a year ago!”

“Sorry! But I didn’t know how you’d take it. For all I knew you’d call the cops or something because nine-year-old girls don’t go around coming on to adult women unless they know a lot more about that stuff than most girls their age.”

I understood what she meant, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t wishing we had somehow gotten together earlier. I looked at Anne. “Did YOU ever want to do anything with me when I was an adult?”

“God yes! Since I first laid eyes on you! Remember that time we showered at the college gym together?” I nodded. I remembered it well. In fact it had fed many fantasies when I masturbated for months after that. “I practically came just looking at you.”

“We should have spoken up sooner,” I said. “I jilled off thinking of that for months.”

“Well, we can’t really make up for lost time, but we can certainly enjoy what we have now,” she said.

I looked over at Becky, who was just staring at us. “What is it?” I asked.

“I’m just thinking. If I ever want to go to bed with someone, I’m going to make sure they know from now on.”

“Nuh-uh, little sister!” said Anne. “That’s how people can get in a LOT of very serious trouble!”

“Okay, but it’s such a waste. Why can’t people treat sex like any other thing they like to do or things our bodies do? If you have to pee, you pee. If you have to poop, you poop. If you need to cry, you cry. So if you want to have sex with someone, you should just be able to go tell them and if they say no, then nobody should be upset over it. Can I help it if I get horny for certain people?”

Anne chuckled and said, “Yeah, but you get horny for EVERYONE, including Mom.”

Becky sat up and stared at Anne in shock. “Anne! You weren’t supposed to ever tell anyone that!” Tears immediately sprang to her beautiful eyes. She reached out and hit Anne with a real slap on her shoulder.

I took her in my arms and calmed her down. “It’s okay, Becky. Like you said, you can’t help who makes you horny. You’re already in a relationship with your sister, so it’s probably natural for you to have desires for other family members. And your mom is always special to you anyway. And I’ve seen her. She’s a real knockout! When you mentioned they were naked in the back yard, I wanted to go see them because I wanted to see your mom naked. So don’t worry about it. I won’t tell anyone, and I won’t judge you for it either.”

“Okay,” she mumbled into my neck. “But Anne, you’re still a piss-pot for telling.”

“Okay, I’m a piss-pot,” said Anne. “Anyone for a daisy chain?”

We all liked that idea. Becky and I had recovered from our orgasms and were ready for more. I looked down at my pussy and at Becky’s and marveled at how alike they were. We arranged ourselves on the bed so that we each could lick a pussy. I would lick Anne–after all, I’d only fingered her in the Y–Anne would lick Becky–which I had not seen yet–and Becky would lick me for what was already the third time that day.

It was going to be a fun day and night together. I hoped my pussy could take it.

Continue on to Chapter 4