Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Cheryl Taggert

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The women and girls each helped themselves to the refreshment of their choice. Most of the ladies had wine, and the girls had sodas, juice, or water. Snacks were shared and before long, they were all ready for the next phase of the orgy. The young girls were especially interested in the toys, most of them never having experienced that before.

They all sat down in various chairs and on the two sofas, with many of the younger girls choosing to sit on the floor. Carolyn stood in the center of the den and addressed the group.

“Tonight, my aunt Daphne surprised us when she arrived. We were expecting her, of course, but the surprise was a suitcase she pulled behind her. I, for one, wondered if Mom had asked her to come live with us, but no such luck.”

Everyone chuckled at this, and Donna replied, “I would, but I’m afraid your father might get suspicious when she spent more time in your bedrooms than her own,” causing more laughter.

Smiling at this comment, which was probably more true than most of the guests realized, Carolyn continued. “Anyway, she had this suitcase and when she opened it, my pussy clenched at the sight of dozens of toys and vibrators. I think my eyes may have bulged as well.” More laughter greeted this, especially when Daphne added, “They did.” Everyone was obviously in a wonderful mood, and the laughter was an indication of how close they had begun to feel in such a short period of time.

Turning to Daphne, Carolyn said, “Aunt Daphne, would you present us with your lovely contribution to tonight’s festivities?”

Daphne, who was sitting next to Becca, rose from her place on one of the sofas, removing her fingers from Becca’s pussy as she did.

“Hurry back,” Becca breathed.

“Woo-hoo!” Lisa shouted, and the room echoed her enthusiastic encouragement with comments of their own.

Daphne stood in front of the group and stuck the cream-covered fingers into her mouth, sucking and licking them clean. All sound in the room ceased, other than the sounds of breathing. Everyone was imagining the erotic experience of sucking Becca’s fluids from their own fingers. As Daphne looked around at the women and girls, she noticed more than one licking her lips subconsciously.

“Well, that was tasty,” she said, smiling at everyone. She licked and smacked her lips to emphasize this fact.

“Now,” she said, opening the suitcase and noting that all eyes were riveted on its contents. “The toys that can be found in here are available for whoever wants one. Each toy has been thoroughly cleaned with sterilizing wipes, and those requiring batteries have been supplied new ones. Feel free to explore what is in here; just don’t ask me for a recommendation. Each one is a favorite for its own reasons. As those of us who enjoy toys know, the sensations brought about by different ones are varied. That’s a good thing, since otherwise, all we would ever have is a dick-shaped dildo, as if all women want nothing more than the feeling of being fucked by a man when they masturbate.

“Personally,” Daphne continued, “I choose a toy based on my mood and the fantasy I’m having, because each one is different. If I’m feeling romantic,” she said, reaching into the open suitcase and rummaging for a few seconds to find the toy she was looking for, “I would choose this one.” She held up a soft glove, its exterior lined with a soft, washable material of some sort. She pressed a hidden button on the back of the glove, and it began to hum with the sound of the hidden vibrator that lay within the lining of the glove. “There are small, vibrating inserts sewn into the lining, lying flat in the fingers and palm of the glove,” she said, looking at the women and girls, the latter totally fascinated that such a thing existed.

“Lovely,” she added before switching it off and replacing it in the suitcase. “But it’s really more for when you’re alone, though it would be nice to have a lover massage you with it. It especially works well when I’m imagining myself with the latest girl I want to have sex with, but never have.”

“You mean every girl you’ve not yet had sex with?” Candace asked, a sly smirk on her face.

Daphne looked at Candace, displaying her own smirk. “Not every girl,” she said. “Just every girl I find the least bit attractive.” Everyone laughed again, including Daphne.

Then she continued, “When I want to have fun with someone else, I sometimes use one of my remote controlled vibrators, but some of these require panties.” She pulled one of these from the suitcase. “Still, it is easy enough to hold in place with your hand, which makes tickling your butthole easy while your friend controls the vibrations.

“Next,” Daphne said, “if I just want to get myself off over and over again, I will sometimes use one of the wands.” She held up a large body massager. A large, smooth dome sat on one end. The other end had a cord running from it. This one could be plugged into a wall outlet. Daphne showed them the cord. “One of the best things about this one is that you never have to worry about the batteries dying on you just at the wrong time, and the fact it can keep going and going means so can the orgasms.”

Ashley held her hand out to Daphne to take the wand from her.

“I think someone has already made a choice,” Daphne said, chuckling. Blushing, Ashley remained sitting where she was for the moment, holding the vibrator, not wanting to abandon the others for her own pleasure just yet. More than that, though, she didn’t want everyone to start watching her masturbate, which she was sure would happen if she decided to plug the toy in right then.

“Can I have one of the butterflies?” asked Lori. “I think they’re pretty!”

Daphne reached into the suitcase and pulled out one of the battery-operated Butterfly Traps. Lori stepped forward to get it and as she did, Candace reached up and rubbed the little girl’s bubble butt. Lori stopped and bent over a bit, allowing Candace to take a moment to caress the smooth, firm flesh and dip her finger into the crevice of the girl’s twat to lightly tweak the tiny clit. Candace noticed the eight year old was already wet.

“Can I get –” Susan began, but Daphne interrupted her.

“Actually, I’m going to let everyone help themselves to whatever they want to play with. I’m going to take this double-dildo for Becca and me,” the woman said, and she grabbed the twin phallus and rejoined the teenager.

“See? I hurried back,” Daphne said as she took the girl’s hand to lead her to a spot on the plush carpet where they could spread out and enjoy the toy.

The remaining guests stepped over to the suitcase to explore its contents and make their selection.

Ashley stepped behind Heather and waited until the young girl had made a choice, a bullet-shaped vibrator called a pocket rocket. Ashley had to smile at the difference in sizes. Her wand was enormous compared to the tiny vibrator Heather had chosen.

As soon as Heather made her choice, Ashley wrapped her hands around her from behind, cupping the girl’s blossoming boobs. “Care to have some fun together? I’ve fantasized about you since Monica told me how sexy you are.”

Heather smiled at the compliment and turned so she was facing her friend’s mother. “I’d love to.” Ashley moved in for a kiss that started out tender before blooming into a hot, spit-swapping promise of the fun to come.

Ashley guided the girl to a place on the floor beside a wall outlet, and lay down beside the slender nymph.

“Let’s start by watching each other,” Ashley said. Heather nodded. That had been exactly what she would have suggested.

The two sat on the carpet in a corner where they could watch the other, spreading their legs and staring at the wet slits that were leaking fluids.

Heather marveled once again at how much larger a mature pussy was than hers. Ashley was a slender, sexy woman, yet her pussy was noticeably bigger.

After plugging her wand in, Ashley switched it on to the lowest setting to start. Placing the bulb against her wet cunt, she jumped slightly at the intensity of the pleasure waves that swelled in her at first contact. This is going to be good, she thought to herself.

While they engaged in an activity as old as sex itself, they chatted.

“How young were you the first time you touched yourself cuz it felt good?” Heather asked.

“Oh, wow. I’m not sure. Really young, though. I was still a little girl. Seven, maybe? Perhaps even six. You?”

“About the same,” Heather said. “How old were you when you came the first time?”

“I remember I was in fifth grade, so ten.”

“What about doing it with another girl?”

“You mean masturbating or doing more?”

“Let’s start with masturbating.”

“Actually masturbating, ten or eleven. It was my best friend. Before that, though, some of my girlfriends and I fooled around some, but it was mostly kids’ games, like playing doctor.”

Heather twitched with the sensations that coursed through her. This toy was making her feel totally turned on. It felt so good! “You played that too?”

“Yeah. We always used it to get a look at each other, even though we were girls. I did play it with a boy once, though, but he wanted to do more than I did.”

Heather nodded. She understood how boys could be. Heather was thoroughly experienced with girls, of course, but she’d never done anything with a boy. In fact, she had no desire to ever try anything with one.

Heather looked around the room to see what others were up to and noticed Monica, doing basically the same thing with Heather’s mother, Cheryl, that Heather was doing with Monica’s mother. Carolyn was the final member of the Monica’s threesome. Each of them were also masturbating and looking at each other’s efforts. They, too, were taking the opportunity to chat.

“Look at your daughter,” Heather said. “How long have you wanted to have sex with her before doing it?”

“I honestly don’t know. It was something that just sort of happened, and when it did, I realized how much I’d longed for it. I just wasn’t sure when that desire started. I didn’t even know I wanted it before it finally happened. That sounds strange, I know, but it’s the truth. At least as close to the truth as I can understand.”

Heather’s breathing was becoming ragged with deep, shivering breaths filling her lungs. She could almost feel the oxygenated blood sweeping to her pussy where the small vibe was doing a fantastic job! She decided she would ask her mom for one of these.

A small moan caught their attention.

It was Becca, who had joined Daphne across the room on the floor where the two had the double-headed dildo shoved inside themselves.

“Fuckfuckfuck!” Becca said, exhaling a trembling breath. She and Daphne were riding against each other, one end of the dildo shoved into them. They bucked and grunted with their erotic efforts.

“Come with me, baby!” Daphne was saying. She had situated herself so she could watch the end of the toy plunging in and out of the teen’s pussy.

Daphne reached down to the springy latex and pushed the button hidden in the center, which was a small square of rubbery material that the two ends jutted from. The toy began to vibrate, causing the sensations flooding the women to double.

Becca could feel the approaching orgasm. “I’m gonna come!” she announced, only vaguely aware of the others in the room.

“Yes, baby, do it!” Daphne humped her hips, sliding her end of the dildo deeper inside herself, feeling the vibrations quivering against her clit.

Oh! Oh! Oh!” Becca panted, her brow furrowed in concentration. The entire universe seemed to exist only in one place: the small circle on the floor where she and Daphne were working to get themselves off.

“Uh-huh! Uh-huh!” Daphne grunted, nearly there.

“Fuck! Oh! OH! Shit!!” Becca gasped, and the orgasm took her.

Mmmmm!! YES!” Daphne screamed, drawing attention from everyone in the room.

The two bucked and heaved against each other, feeling the tremors shaking them, relishing the spasms that soared through them.

When they’d finished with their orgasms, they moved to lie beside each other, the dildo slipping out and lying on the carpet, humming and buzzing its delightful song of promised satisfaction. Daphne and Becca kissed each other tenderly for several minutes before they broke the kiss and looked into each other’s eyes.

Finally taking the time to look around, they found the others had returned their attention to where it needed to be — achieving their own orgasms.

They noticed Candace and Lori, who were lying in a sixty-nine position, but they were not licking each other, at least not yet. Each girl had a Butterfly Trap and was pressing it against the mound of the other.

These two girls, the youngest in the group, were humping their hips involuntarily to the sensations the toys were bringing their little pussies. Looking more closely, Daphne and Becca noticed that each girl had a finger inserted inside the other girl’s butt. Their fingers were gently fucking in and out. As they watched, Candace moved her head up to where she could lick Lori’s butthole. The shiver that shook the younger child made Daphne and Becca envious of the wonderful feelings Candace was giving her.

Soon, Candace announced she was about to come, and come she did. The ten year old seemed to blast off. She trembled and shook and sweated and shivered as wave after wave of pure bliss washed over her. The orgasm seemed to last forever.

Within a few seconds of the start of Candace’s climax, Lori entered her own state of delight. Her hips jiggled and the girl nearly sobbed, her orgasm was so amazingly strong. She had never experienced the sensations the Butterfly Trap was giving her, and consequently, the orgasm was different as well. Like Heather, she decided she would ask for one of these for Christmas or something.

Carolyn noticed the young girls’ responses to the climaxes that shook them and disentangled herself from Jennifer and Tina, even though they were still pleasuring each other with the toys.

“Time for a group grope!” she announced. “Let’s move into a pile on the floor where we can reach each other, kiss each other, eat each other. Whatever we want to do to the body nearest us.”

All the women and girls who had not come yet looked at Carolyn with half-lidded eyes that gleamed with lust. The announcement was an interruption, but they all smiled at the idea of being touched, kissed, and licked by a girl who merely happened to be close enough to do so.

The girls and women moved together, some crawling across the floor. Lisa and Daphne moved to where they could be near Lori, each knowing they didn’t want this fun to end without having a chance to lick the pussy of the youngest girl at the orgy.

Soon, the women and girls were a pile of hands, legs, feet, boobs, pussies, butts, lips and tongues. Each of them was involved with at least one other woman or girl.

Lisa and Daphne, aware of the intentional placements each had chosen, took turns licking Lori’s small, bald pussy. The tiny clit was clearly stiff and Lori was enjoying the attention from the two adults. While being licked by the women, Lori started out by sucking Carolyn’s boobs. Before long, she was touching, fingering, licking, or sucking various women and girls, usually totally unaware of which person she was pleasuring. And even as young as she was, she didn’t care. This was fun. That’s all she cared to know.

It was the same with most of the others. The women and girls were intent on satisfying whoever was available at that moment. Moans and groans and grunts punctuated the activities, with louder responses accompanying the many orgasms they were having.

Monica was literally sobbing, her orgasms were so magnificent. She wasn’t sure why she had started to cry, but she accepted it anyway, being thrilled by the wonderful sensations that flooded her body and brain. If someone had explained sensory overload to her at that time, she would have understood it clearly. She kept assuring everyone she was fine, that she was just having such a marvelous time. Soon, others accepted her emotional response without comment or worry.

Thirty minutes after the mass of bodies had come together to come together, they were lying back and separating enough to allow each other to get some air. They were all sated beyond their wildest hopes. Monica’s sobs settled to slight weeping before stopping altogether.

In the quiet that ensued, a sound could be heard, small and subdued. As she became aware of its source, Daphne began to laugh, though not with the gusto she would have laughed at the beginning of the orgy had the same thing occurred. It was a weak laugh, but it was as strong as her body could muster at that moment.

Mia heard it too. “What’s that noise? Is someone actually still using a toy?”

“No,” Daphne said, still laughing. “It’s the double-dildo Becca and I used. We left it on when we…” Her hand flitted through the air, as she searched for the right words. “You know…joined with everyone. The batteries are dying.”

Everyone laughed. The two had obviously been so engrossed with everything they had forgotten all about the toy they’d shared.

“May I suggest a dip in the pool to freshen us up?” Carolyn said, rising to retrieve the double dildo. Everyone agreed with her idea.

This time, swimming was what people were thinking about, but sedate swimming. Certainly nothing exuberant. They were all much too tired from the exertions of the past several hours.

On the way out to the pool, Carolyn glanced at the clock and found it was a little after midnight. This party had been a rousing success. She could tell by looking at Candace and Lori that they would be asleep within moments of placing their heads at rest, Candace in her bed and Lori in her mother’s car.

After they got out of the pool, everyone dressed. Carolyn volunteered to retrieve the clothes from Gina’s car for the woman and her daughters who had made their way into the house naked beneath large towels.

When everyone was ready to leave, Carolyn asked for a few minutes with them in the den so she could say good-bye.

After waiting until everyone was seated, Carolyn looked at the assembly of beautiful and loving women and girls. All of the mothers in the gathering had learned that sexual love between them and their daughters was fine as long as everyone involved was okay with it. The daughters all felt the same. Becca, she thought, was an apparent exception, but Carolyn saw no reason to mention that.

“Do you all know how beautiful you look right now?” she asked, unexpected tears gathering in her eyes as her voice strained with emotion. This response surprised her, and the tears began to flow.

Donna went to her and held her in her arms, trying to convey the depth of her love for her older daughter through the firmness of her embrace.

Candace, who was very tired, didn’t notice her sister’s tears at first. She’d been about to nod off in Becca’s lap. When she noticed her sister was crying, however, she looked up at her. “What’s wrong?” she asked, wondering what tragedy she’d missed. Her eyes instantly brimmed full and she began to cry as she ran to her sister and hugged her tightly around the waist.

Carolyn, aware Candace didn’t understand her tears, spoke reassuringly to her baby sister. “It’s okay, honey. I’m just happy about the orgy and how much fun everyone had. I just… well… I just love everyone here, that’s all. It kinda overwhelmed me for a second.”

Candace looked into her sister’s eyes, which were still full of tears, and jumped up, wrapping her arms around her big sister’s neck and kissing her tenderly. The sisters continued their hug once the kiss ended. “I love you, too,” she said to Carolyn.

This prompted everyone else to react as well. They rose as one and made their way around the room to each of the women and girls to express their love and how happy they were this party had happened.

Finally, Cheryl spoke up, addressing everyone in the room to express her thoughts from earlier that evening. “I was thinking just this evening as we were going outside to the pool that this is one very special group of women and girls. While I’m sure there are other groups like ours in the world, I am certainly not aware of one. I mean, look at us. We are a group of women and girls who love to make love to other women and girls, some as young as eight,” she said, looking at Lori, who was nearly asleep in Gina’s arms. “And some as old as –” she stopped abruptly. “Well, as old as older than that.” Everyone laughed, especially the adults.

“It occurred to me that with the exception of Gina and her daughters, we all live very close to each other and that it is certain this will repeat itself in the near future, and again and again after that. We’re sort of like, well, like a club. A very special club.”

A surprised gasp caught everyone’s attention. They looked at Susan and Heather, who were staring wide-eyed at each other, their mouths open in gaping surprise, the corners turned up in surprised smiles.

“What is it?” Cheryl asked her daughter, Heather.

“We nearly forgot!” Heather said.

“Forgot what?” Jennifer asked.

“We’re already a club! Heather and I decided that the last day of school! We even have a name for it!” Susan said.

“You mean the last day when I caught you two together in the woods?” Jennifer asked.

She noticed Gina looking at her, the question written all over her face. “It’s what started all this,” Jennifer said to the woman. “I caught these two sneaking off into the woods and followed them, guessing correctly what they were up to, a little girl-girl sex among the trees.”

Gina lifted her eyebrows in surprise. “Then here’s to suspicious teachers!” she said, raising an imaginary glass of wine to Jennifer.

“So you came up with a name for your club?” Lisa asked, getting the topic back on point.

“Our club!” Susan corrected, spreading her arms to indicate everyone in the room. “We called it ‘The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club’!” The girl grinned from ear to ear.

Everyone loved the name and said so, congratulating the young girls on such a wonderful club idea.

“Well, then, I move this meeting of The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club be adjourned!” Daphne shouted.

Carolyn looked at Heather and Susan. “Madam presidents?”

The two giggled at the title they now shared. “What?” Heather said.

“Say ‘All in favor?’!” Carolyn said.

“All in favor?” the two said in unison.

“AYE!” came the response, all from the adults since the kids did not understand Robert’s Rules of Order, and thus, were clueless about what was going on.

Neither girl knew what to do then. Carolyn leaned over to them and whispered to them the proper response.

“Meeting adjourned!” Heather and Susan said, giggling. The excitement had them fully awake now.

“Are you staying here for the night?” Gina asked Becca. “Or are you coming home?”

Becca looked around and saw the hope in Carolyn’s and Candace’s eyes. “I’ll stay here tonight and come home tomorrow, if it’s okay with Donna.”

“Of course it is, honey. You have an open invitation to stay with us!” Donna replied, so it was decided.

All the women and girls hugged one last time and everyone made their way out the door to their cars. Donna and her family, along with Becca, stood in the open front door and waved good-bye.

Closing the door behind them when everyone was gone, Daphne said, “The thing about a club is we need to have regular meetings.” A sly smile played along her lips.

“True,” said Becca. “I wonder when that could be?”

Donna spoke up, speaking to her daughters. “Your father will have to be out of town again in two weeks.”

They all smiled at each other, the plans already hatching. Then Daphne began to strip again and looked at her nieces.

“Anyone need to pee?”

Moments later, Donna watched in fascination as her daughters stood in the tub and peed on their Aunt Daphne. Candace squatted over her aunt’s breasts and the warm urine spilled out of her, covering the woman’s boobs. Daphne’s hand was rubbing her pussy, which was also being pissed on by Carolyn.

“I have one freaky family,” Donna said, sitting on the toilet to pee.

The next thing she knew, Carolyn and Candace both had placed their hands in their mother’s stream. Donna looked at Becca, who was not taking part in any of it, but was watching it with obvious enjoyment, as if seeing the girls peeing on their aunt and playing with their mother’s pee turned her on.

“Don’t look at me,” Becca said. “I’m just a guest here.”

Continue on to Chapter 31 — and two alternate endings!