Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

The Real Meaning of “Eating Out”

By Cheryl Taggert

If you’ve not read Chapter 1, you should read it first. Also, I must admit that this is one of my all-time favorite chapters. I’ve not done much to it.

After dinner and more sex, Jenny went home because she had to take Mollie and Emily home of course, but after dinner we had made love together while the three girls watched, since we had watched them earlier. They had ended up masturbating and eventually playing with each other again. I guess the sight of two grown women making love got their juices flowing once more. And the fact that Dani was my daughter and Mollie and Emily were Jenny’s students added a surreal quality to the evening.

After Jenny had left with her two, Dani began to prepare for bed, taking a shower, brushing her teeth and such. I thought about joining her but decided to let her have some time alone. I know it isn’t everyday an eleven-year-old girl starts a sexual relationship with her mother, so I allowed her some time to sort it out.

When she had finished, she came out to the living room where I sat watching TV. The only difference from a normal night was that we were both naked. She sat beside me and leaned into my side for a snuggle, her hair still damp from the shower, the aroma of coconuts wafting from her freshly shampooed hair. She reached up and began to play with my nipple absently. The touch wasn’t sexual; it was more like just something to do.

“Sweetie, are you okay with what happened tonight?” I asked. She nodded. “You sure?” Again the nod. “Do you want to talk about it? If you don’t want to do it again, I’ll understand.”

With that, she raised herself and looked at me, a slight fear in her eyes. “Of course, I want to do it again! I’ve thought about this for a long time. It’s like a dream come true.”

Relief washed over me like a cascade of warm water. “Then what is it? I can tell something is on your mind.”

“Nothing, really.”

“What did you mean you’ve thought about this for a long time?” I asked.

“One time I walked into your bedroom without knocking and saw you masturbating. Your eyes were closed and you were really close, so you didn’t see me. I just stood there and watched. When you began to come, I sneaked back out and went back to my room, pulled down my shorts and panties, and started rubbing myself. I’d known it felt good before, but now I could see there was more to it than that.”

“How long ago was this?”

“About three years ago. I remember because it was the summer before I entered fourth grade, and in August I’ll be entering seventh grade. That makes three years,” she said, holding up three fingers that only a short time ago had been inside me. “Anyway, I started rubbing and stuff and it felt different than it had before. I guess because images of you doing it were running through my mind. It took maybe thirty minutes and it was getting sore, but finally I came for the first time. Since then, I’ve tried to get peeks at you naked and all whenever I could and masturbate later while I would imagine us doing stuff.”

I thought about that. It was true. I had even noticed how she would always choose when I was in the tub to enter the bathroom to get something or pee. She had actually almost caught me masturbating once in the tub. I realized now that I had still not locked the door after that. I guess I wanted her to catch me. I also remembered enjoying the sight of her little puss as she squatted onto the toilet to pee.

“So what did you think about?”

“You know. Us rubbing each other and kissing. Finally, I got online and looked for some lesbian porn and that helped my fantasies a lot since I had found all the possibilities.” I knew what she was talking about. She hadn’t realized before that girls could have oral sex.

“So you’re okay with all this? Is there anything else you want me to know?”

She went back to snuggling my side. “I just love you, that’s all.”

“I love you, too, Sweetie.” Suddenly I was picturing when she was a toddler. She would snuggle against my side like this and fall asleep. The only difference now was that she was gently playing with my left nipple. “I think it’s time for you to go to bed.”

“But it’s Friday. Can’t I stay up a little longer?” she protested, her gorgeous brow furrowing into a pout.

“No. I think either you go to bed now, or I end up having to carry you, and you’re too heavy for that, or I’m too weak.” I patted her left butt cheek as a signal for her to get up and head to bed. She looked at me drowsily and pouted. “Good niiiight,” I said, coaxing her to rise.

“Good night,” she said, and leaned in for a kiss. It was the first time in her or my life that we used tongues when kissing goodnight. Had I not already come about eight times, I would have thought about doing more.

As she started down the hall, a thought occurred to me. “Which bed are you sleeping in?”

She turned and looked at me. I had stopped allowing her to sleep with me when she was about six. I now realized it was because I didn’t trust myself. “You mean I can sleep with you?” Tears welled up into her eyes. I hadn’t thought it would affect her that way.

“Of course, Honey. We’re lovers now, aren’t we?”

She rushed over to me and leapt into my arms, straddling my leg as she did so. I couldn’t help but feel the softness of her little pussy pressing against my thigh.

“Yes, I guess we are. I love you, Mommie.”

“I love you, too. Now off to bed.”

As she scampered down the hall, I watched her shapely little butt, hoping this would all turn out well for her and me.

The next morning, being a Saturday, meant that Dani usually slept in. When I awoke the next morning, I looked at the naked sleeping form of my daughter. She had pushed the covers off in the night, and I decided that it would be a good time to do some casual exploring.

I scooted down and got another close look at her pussy without the desire to immediately begin licking her getting in the way of my inspection.

The mound made a soft rise from her belly, and the lips formed a small slit through which her tiny clit peeked out. I imagined her rubbing herself while thinking of me between her legs, licking and kissing her sweet pussy. The thought was giving me ideas when the phone rang. Because it was so much like an alarm clock and Dani had slept all night, the sound woke her. It was true she was a hard sleeper, but it was equally true that once she’d slept enough, she would easily wake up. I was caught. She looked down at me and smiled. Then reaching over to my bedside phone, she answered it.

“Hello?… Hi, Jenny!” She couldn’t hide the excitement in her voice. “Yes, she’s here. In fact, I woke up to find her looking at my pussy up close….Okay. Here she is.”

“You didn’t have to tell her that,” I hissed, but with a small smile to let her know I wasn’t really angry. Dani just grinned back at me. I lay back on the bed with the phone while Dani scooted down to do some inspecting on her own. To help, I spread my legs wide, which of course opened the view considerably to her eager gaze.

“Hi, Jenny,” I said. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering if everything is fine with you two and to see if you wanted to join Mollie and me for lunch. Emily can’t make it, but Mollie is eager to get together with you two again.”

“That would be great,” I said, and Dani looked at me, understanding from my conversation that some fun was being planned. I glanced at the clock. It was already 10:35. At that moment, Dani decided her tongue needed to explore my pussy more than her eyes did. “Oooh. Oh, my,” I said into the phone. Jenny giggled.

What’s she doing?” she asked, probably already knowing the answer.

“Her tongue,” was all I had to say.

“Mmmm. Well, don’t wear yourselves out. Mollie and I want some of that too, you know.”

“Sure, and we want you two as well. When and where do you want to meet?” I managed to ask. Small, erotic twitches were already building in my body.

We made plans to meet at a little bistro downtown at 11:45 and hung up. Immediately, Dani, who had been rubbing herself, swung her leg over me and presented her pussy to my sight. It was much wetter than it had been when I had looked at it before.

I decided, why not, and dove in. Her youthful juices were like sweet nectar from the loveliest of flowers. I could feel Dani moving from my clit to my vaginal opening to my anus, working her tongue in and out or all around, driving me crazy with desire. I did the same, attacking her hairless pussy and tiny butthole, slobbering all over her and generally driving her wild.

Finally, I could stand it no more. Her lips were wrapped around my clit and sucking gently and I came. It wasn’t the most intense orgasm of my life, but it was a satisfying one. As soon as I finished mine, Dani began her own spasms, bucking her slim hips against my face and grinding out her orgasm.

Spent, we lay back and caught our breath. I glanced at the clock again. It was almost 11:00. I reached out and smacked her gorgeous little ass. “C’mon. We have to meet Jenny and Mollie for lunch in forty-five minutes.”

We showered together and arrived just as Jenny and Mollie did. They were both wearing bright summer dresses that came to mid-thigh. Mollie’s was a light powder blue that lightly hugged her tiny form seductively, and Jenny’s was a red floral print that was considerably looser than Mollie’s.

The restaurant was not busy at all for a Saturday. In fact it was nearly deserted. As we sat in a booth that was secluded from the view of other diners, Mollie and Dani put their heads together and had a bit of a giggle-fest. Mollie’s eyes darted toward me and I knew Dani was whispering in her ear about our morning.

I leaned over to Jenny. “Have you come yet today?”

“No, but I want to as soon as we can get somewhere after lunch.” Jenny was beside the wall of the booth, and the table was fairly wide. It gave me an idea.

“Why wait until then?” I asked and started to ease her dress higher with my right hand, all the while looking innocently at the girls. My hand got to her panties about the same time the waitress arrived.

She was a cute young girl, probably a student at the local college. She had short black hair and beautiful green eyes, a rare combination, and a genuine smile that attracted me immediately. Her breasts were a perfect size for her shape, probably a C cup. And she was a slender 5′ 5″ or so. Yes, I was attracted.

She greeted us by giving her name, Savannah, and listing the various specials on the menu and finished with, “So what can I get you to drink?”

If only she knew, I thought. “I’ll have a virgin… daiquiri,” I said, pausing as if I was making up my mind, but sending quite another message to Jenny and the girls. Dani and Mollie went into their huddle and giggled while Jenny just tried to keep her composure as my hand found the leg-hole of her panties.

“The same,” she managed when the waitress looked at her.

“And what about you two lovely ladies,” she said to the girls, who dissolved into more giggles. “The same,” they said in unison and squeeled with delight. And Mollie added with delight, “A virgin… daiquiri” with the same pause I had used.

I could see that the waitress was aware that something was going on that she was not a part of, even while understanding the basic joke. She gave us all a slight, quizzical smile and said, “I’ll have those to you in a jiffy,” and walked off to place our drink orders.

The girls burst into more laughter, which stopped suddenly when they saw Jenny’s face. It was obvious that something was happening to her. Her face had the unmistakable look of a woman who was nearing an orgasm. Mollie and Dani looked at each other with a “what’s going on?” question posed on each face. Mollie leaned down to look under the table and instantly rose back up before leaning in to whisper to Dani, whose mouth dropped open before she, too, bent down to investigate.

Then Mollie looked around to see if anyone could see or was watching. When she was satisfied we were being ignored, she lifted her butt and lowered her panties while raising her dress to a level just below her pussy. Dani, who was wearing shorts, did her own glancing around and shifted her weight so she could undo the shorts and make her own pussy available. Soon each girl had a hand below the table and was casually rubbing the pussy of the other girl. All of this, of course, would only be visible if someone came by and bent awkwardly to look into our laps or for some reason crawled under the table. I was the only one not being fingered, but I decided I could wait. However, I was concerned that the girls, who were less practiced at hiding their orgasms, might draw unwanted attention when they came, so I leaned over and whispered to them, “Do NOT come!”

They looked disappointed, but agreed to hold off, although Dani, who understood why I had said that, protested. “We won’t make any noise.”

I just shook my head, since the waitress was arriving with our drinks and silverware. She leaned over the table, placed our drinks in front of us, and stood back straight. Then picking up the napkin-wrapped silverware from her tray, she began to place it on the table but dropped one set.

“Oh, I’ll get it,” she said and before anyone could say or do anything, she had stooped down to get the silverware she’d dropped. Apparently, there was a reason to crawl under the table, an idea I had dismissed as silly to think would happen. Of course, none of us could remove our hands from the pussy we were feeling in time to avoid being caught, not to mention that Dani’s shorts were nearly to her knees with her panties pulled below her hips, and Mollie’s dress was hiked up to her hips with her own panties at her knees.

The fact that Savannah took about three seconds too long before rising to replace the silverware let us know that we were, indeed, caught.

A sudden flash of images, Savannah screaming and running away, the manager calling the police, Jenny and I getting arrested while the girls were taken into custody as well, flitted through my mind as I neared panic.

However, Savannah’s smile put us at ease. It was a smile of knowing, of understanding, and, well, of sudden lust, as if we had just provided her with some masturbation fantasies that might commence in the ladies’ room during her next break.

She leaned over the table and said, “Don’t worry. I won’t tell. I may be dropping more silverware as I pass your table, though,” she said and gave us a wicked, conspiratorial wink. She looked at Jenny and me and then the girls. “So please… continue.” Her eyes, and that pause, said it all. This girl was horny and found what we were doing to be extremely exciting.

The girls looked at me and I nodded. They began exploring each other again and Savannah leaned over the edge for a quick look at the busy hands of the two young girls before smiling and taking our food order. Then she went about her work.

I continued what I was doing, but I watched Savannah. She went about her job but looked at us every ten seconds or so. At one point she went to the ladies room but was not in there long enough to really do anything but wash her hands. When she came out, she spoke to what looked to be the manager. He glanced our way as I held my breath. She’d said she wouldn’t tell. What was she saying to him? I thought. Savannah started toward us again and plopped down beside Mollie, facing me, but glancing down occasionally at Mollie’s lap, where Dani’s fingers were quite busy.

“I told my boss you were friends of mine and he said I could sit with you for five minutes since it’s so slow. I hope you don’t mind.” She was already beginning to squirm in her seat.

She could have us arrested right then and there, so how could we protest even if we did mind, which of course we didn’t?

I knew the answer to my next question, but I asked it anyway. “Why do you want to sit with us? You could watch from anywhere.”

“Yes, well,” she stammered, “I just wanted to join you.”

With that, she reached up and took Mollie’s unoccupied hand and led it gently to her lap. Mollie’s eyes widened. “She’s not wearing panties,” she said in an excited whisper. Then I knew what she’d done in the bathroom.

I took my fork and casually dropped it on the floor. Leaning down to retrieve it, I looked toward Savannah. Knowing what I was doing, she spread her legs wide enough for me to get a good look. Mollie’s hand was already busy rubbing her pussy, which wasn’t shaved, but had been neatly trimmed. Mollie’s fingers were already literally covered with Savannah’s juices. She had apparently been quite wet before sitting down, but I certainly didn’t blame her. I myself was on fire to the point of worrying about staining my clothes. This made me think of something.

“Savannah, you might want to lift your skirt above your pussy. It might leak onto it and make a big wet stain.”

“Oh, thanks,” she said and scooted her skirt to where her bare ass was now on the seat. “Hurry, Hon,” she said to Mollie. “I have to get back to work in a few minutes.”

At this point, Savannah’s hand disappeared as well, and from Mollie’s reaction, I could tell that Savannah had placed her own fingers in Mollie’s slit, joining Dani’s fingers there. Dani, who must have decided it was getting crowded in Mollie’s pussy, sat back against the wall of the booth and began masturbating openly while watching Mollie and Savannah.

In the meantime, I had stopped fingering Jenny to watch what was happening across the booth. I glanced at Jenny now and she, too, was watching, but her hands weren’t idle. She was emulating Dani. I decided to continue to wait since someone had to keep an eye out for the manager to come tell Savannah to get back to work or something, but I did occasionally reach down for a little rub.

The next thing I knew, Dani had slithered out of her seat and had disappeared under the table. I had an idea of what she was doing, but I had to see, so I once again casually dropped my already dirty fork. Bending down, I was greeted by the site of my eleven-year-old daughter with her tongue in Mollie’s hairless pussy, lapping both the pussy and Savannah’s fingers. Then she moved to Savannah’s pussy, where she licked Mollie’s fingers and Savannah’s pussy. Sitting back up, I was just in time to see Savannah’s face contort into a wonderful presentation of a beautiful young woman having a powerful, but silent orgasm. I found I admired her ability to make no sound.

Dani remained under the table and I remembered the fork I had dropped but failed to retrieve. Leaning over I saw her with her face in Mollie’s pussy. Savannah’s fingers were still there but making no motions at all. I sat up and Savannah thanked us all before gathering herself together and going to the ladies’ room to freshen up and replace her panties, I assumed. The next thing I knew, Jenny was taking my hand and plunging it into her very wet pussy. I stroked a few times and she began imitating Savannah’s silent orgasm. At that moment, I heard some rather heavy, quick breathing from across the booth. Mollie, in spite of my warning, was coming. She wasn’t being noisy about it, but she wasn’t as silent as Savannah or Jenny had been. Then I heard Dani’s orgasm from beneath the table. She was a bit louder than Mollie, but still not loud enough to be heard from any farther than five feet away, given the various noises of the restaurant. Also we were fortunate that the nearest occupied table was nearly twenty feet from us.

Not worrying about the fork ruse, I glanced beneath the table to see that Dani had placed her pussy against Mollie’s bare foot and was humping it frantically. When she had finished, she pulled herself from beneath the table just as Savannah was arriving with our food. As she placed the plates around the table, mixing up who got what in her state of satisfied sexual desire, she looked at the girls.

“Was it good?” she asked with a smile.

“Yes,” said Mollie, but Dani just nodded.

“You just now had one, didn’t you?” asked Savannah.

Dani nodded again and smiled.

Savannah looked around at us. “You haven’t, though, have you?” she asked me.

I shook my head and said, “But I’ll get mine later. They owe me.”

Savannah smiled. “So do I. Will there be anything else?”

“Yes,” said Jenny. “Your phone number.”

Savannah grinned and slipped us a piece of register tape on which she’d already written her name and number. “I was hoping you’d ask.”

And with that, we enjoyed our meal.

Continue on to Chapter 3