Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Cheryl Taggert

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When Donna pulled into her driveway, she noticed Becca’s car. She knew the young girl would be staying with her daughter, or rather daughters, for the remainder of the week until Saturday, but seeing her car there caused a wave of excitement to wash over her. The ripple seemed to emanate from her skin and rumble toward her crotch, where it was absorbed there, causing her clit to stiffen slightly. She was so turned on by the thought of what would be happening over the next few days with Becca and her daughters that she could feel the cream seeping from her inner softness.

Getting out of the car, she walked briskly to the front door and, taking a deep breath, entered the house. She heard the girls in the kitchen and could smell the aroma of spaghetti sauce simmering on the stove. Her tummy grumbled, reminding her she’d eaten only a small salad for lunch.

When she stepped into the kitchen, however, she got a wonderful surprise. All three girls were naked, except that Carolyn wore an apron that said “Kiss the Cook” on it. The twin globes of her ass cheeks were framed on three sides by the hemmed edges of the apron and the apron strings that were tied in a bow at her trim waist.

As her gaze wandered over the lovely girls, her vision settled on Becca. She had never seen the seventeen year old naked, and to say the girl was as lovely as Donna figured she’d be was an understatement akin to saying that the sun’s surface was a bit warm. The girls were busy with preparations and hadn’t noticed Donna yet, so she had a moment to take in the sheer beauty that surrounded her. Her mouth had begun to water because of the delicious smells in the room, but she could feel her mouth water even more at the thought that she would be licking all of these pussies that evening.

The quickness with which she’d become what she could only describe as a pussy slut came over her for what must have been the hundredth time in the past few days. She was shocked at how fast she had transitioned from what might be called an “average” mother to one who lusted after her daughters — and their friends. Her heartbeat grew more rapid, her breath became more ragged, and her pussy became wetter — all in a matter of seconds.

The idea she was a pedophile only added to her excitement because she knew the young girls she wanted were standing naked in her kitchen, looking forward to the fun they would have. She certainly didn’t have to worry about forcing anyone to do anything to satisfy her needs.

Candace saw her mother first, and her face broke into a grin. “Hi, Mommy!” She stopped buttering the loaf of French bread and ran into her mother’s arms.

Donna looked down at the lovely ten year old and was surprised when Candace kissed her, but not in what most people would think was an appropriate way. Donna still wasn’t used to the new relationship she had with her daughters, despite her longings and the acceptance of who and what she was, and things like full kisses on the lips accompanied by an exploring tongue still took her by surprise at times.

“We’re glad you’re home!” Candace said, still grinning. “We made spaghetti!”

“So I see,” Donna said, still relishing the taste of her daughter’s lips and tongue.

“Hey, Mom,” Carolyn said with a smile as she added the pasta to the boiling water.

“Hi, Ms. Shea!” Becca said, blushing. “Would you like a glass of wine?”

“Yes, please,” Donna replied.

“Here, let me help you with this,” Candace said and went behind her mother to unzip her dress.

“Uh,” Donna said, not sure if she wanted to have her younger daughter strip her in front of Becca, but by the time she was able to say anything, her dress was in a puddle at her feet and Candace was pulling the straps of her slip off her shoulders and allowing it to join the dress.

Now, Donna stood there in bra, panties, pantyhose, and shoes. She could feel Becca’s eyes on her revealed flesh, and she blushed. When Candace unhooked her bra, Donna found her voice. Clasping the loosened bra to her, she said, “Wait a second, baby. Let me just get used to this for a second, okay?”

“Used to what?” Candace asked, unaware her mom might be embarrassed at the situation.

“Candace,” said Becca, understanding completely, “your mom’s never been naked in front of me before. I’m sure it’s something she needs to, you know, take her time with.”

Donna looked at Becca with appreciation, suddenly aware of how much courage it had taken for Becca to be nude when her friends’ mother had entered the room. Even though they had been planning this little orgy for days, being naked like this was quite daring.

Finished with preparing the salad, Becca strolled across the room, handed Donna a chilled glass of Sauvignon Blanc, and took Donna’s hand, leading her into the formal living room where they could be alone for a moment. Candace tried to follow, but Carolyn stopped her.

“Candace, why don’t you finish the bread before joining them, okay?” she said. Her sister gave her a look of disappointment before accepting that dinner had to come first…before she could come.

Becca sat on the loveseat, feeling as if their roles had been reversed and she was the lady of the house, and Donna the young visitor. Donna sat beside her, placing the wineglass on the end table, allowing Becca to say whatever she had to say before responding.

“I really hope you really are…um…well, okay with this,” she stammered.

“Okay with it?!” Donna said. “I can’t wait for the fun to start!”

Becca smiled with relief. Despite everything that had been planned and that she’d been told it was okay, she still needed to hear it directly from Donna. She pulled the adult into a hug, wrapping her arms around her neck. She could feel the loose garment of Donna’s bra nearly dangling between them. “Do you mind?” she asked, gripping the straps gently.

Now or never went through Donna’s mind before she said, “Please do.”

Becca removed the bra and sat back to gaze at the older woman’s breasts. They were capped with quarter-sized pink areola and a tiny nub of flesh that poked out from the center. As she looked at the nipples, they puckered with growing excitement as if wanting to show themselves off. She looked into Donna’s eyes, the desire evident on her face. Donna nodded, almost imperceptibly, and Becca moved down to suck, nibble, and lick the offered flesh.

Donna gasped at the contact and sat back to enjoy the teenager’s attention.

While she enjoyed the woman’s nipples, Becca moved her hand down Donna’s tummy to the waistline of her pantyhose, and pushed beneath the tight material to touch the warm pussy through her panties.

The hand and arm were a tight fit, so Donna reached down to push the hosiery down to mid-thigh to allow the girl easier access. Already Becca’s touch had sent small spasms coursing through her body, this time starting at her pussy and working out.

Becca stopped what she was doing long enough to push the pantyhose down and off, taking Donna’s shoes with the garment. Once that was accomplished, Becca stood and moved to where she could position her pussy on Donna’s thigh and still be able to make love to the woman’s gorgeous breasts. As she kissed, licked, sucked, and nibbled the tender flesh, she ground her bare pubic mound against Donna’s leg.

While humping Becca’s leg, Donna managed to let her know she wanted a kiss by putting both hands under the teen’s arms and pulling up.

Now the two were grinding away at the other’s leg, doing whatever they could to increase the contact. Each felt a jolt of sexual energy every time her clit came in contact with her partner’s thigh. Becca had been waiting all day for this and could feel the orgasm surging from deep within her. Donna, however, was surprised at how quickly she was going to climax. She hadn’t realized she was that close, but the intimacy had driven her desire — her need — to new heights.

The two came simultaneously, as if their bodies were in perfect synchronization, tuned ideally to the rhythms of the other.

Their moans brought the sisters in from the kitchen. They watched in grinning fascination as their mother and best friend brought themselves to crashing orgasms while never letting up on the kiss that lasted throughout the peak of their pleasure.

Carolyn glanced down at Candace as she noticed movement. Her little sister was masturbating openly as she watched the pair on the loveseat.

When Becca and Donna managed to look at the doorway, they giggled and hid their faces in each other’s necks. Finally, they managed to get to their feet, turning just in time to see Candace bring herself to an orgasm. Carolyn watched her sister get herself off, smiling down at the lovely preteen.

Donna reached for the warming glass of wine on the table beside the loveseat. “I guess I didn’t need this to loosen me up, after all,” she chuckled.

Becca reached out and in a swift motion, pulled Donna’s panties down to her knees where the woman allowed them to fall to the carpeted floor. All three girls wanted to lick the exposed pussy, but the timer going off in the kitchen reminded them there was a good supper to be had.

Carolyn’s face took on a look of shock. “The pasta!” Hurrying to the kitchen, she was happy to find she had not left it boiling without being stirred for too long, which would have resulted in thick ropes of spaghetti. The timer for the bread sounded, and she called loudly, “It’s soup!” to indicate dinner was ready.

Turning, she realized everyone had followed her. They were standing within three feet of her and had been startled by the sudden shout. They all burst into laughter before serving themselves.

After dinner, they adjourned to the den, where the TV was. The girls all grinned at each other, knowing Donna was in for quite a surprise when they turned on the very illegal DVD. The first one was inserted in the player, waiting for them to start the show.

“Before we do this,” Carolyn said, “we have to talk to Mom about Friday.”

The other girls nodded as Donna asked, “What about Friday?”

“Well, you see, we…um…we have some plans we think you might like,” said Carolyn.

“Yeah, plans,” added Candace.

“Shush, Candace. Let me and Becca handle this,” Carolyn said, drawing a look of annoyance from Candace that Carolyn ignored, knowing everything would be fine with her little sister once Mom said yes and the movie started.

Donna felt unsure as she glanced from Carolyn to Candace and back. This was obviously something that she might not like, based on Carolyn’s response to Candace. “Handle…what, exactly?” she asked, looking and sounding suspicious.

Carolyn began, “Well, you know we have this big house and all. And we have the pool and privacy fence. And this big den with the TV and games and stuff…”

“Yeeesss?” Donna said, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“And it’s like, the perfect house for a party,” Carolyn continued.

“Oh, no!” said Donna. “We’re not having a party the night before your dad gets home.”

“Why not?” asked Candace, despite the warning to stay out of it from Carolyn.

“Too much crap to clean up before he gets here,” Donna said.

“We’ll all help!” Carolyn said.

“No!” Donna said.

The girls looked crestfallen. Carolyn looked at Becca and said, “I guess you better tell everyone it’s off.”

“You mean you already invited people?” Donna asked.

“Well, we never imagined you wouldn’t want to have this party. I mean, Mom, it’s not just an average party. It’s… well… it’s an orgy.”

“An orgy?! You invited MEN?!” Donna was beside herself.

“No, Mom. Not THAT kind of orgy. A… um… an all-girl orgy.”

“Yeah,” Candace said. “A pussy party!”

Donna looked at Becca and asked, “Just how many did you invite?”

For a moment, Donna sounded to Becca as if she might give in since people had been invited. “Fourteen, including us,” said Becca. “No, wait, really sixteen,” she said, deciding to include Lynn and Lori.

“You’ve invited…” she paused, doing the simple subtraction of the four of them, “twelve women to an orgy with us?!”

“Not just women, Mom,” Carolyn said. “Girls too.”

“Girls?”

“Yeah. As young as eight,” Carolyn replied, hoping this would sway her mom.

“Are these girls already involved with an adult?” Donna asked, incredulous that women her daughters knew had initiated sex with girls that young. She was reminded of her earlier thoughts when she was standing in the kitchen. Apparently, she — and her sister Daphne — were far from alone when it came to having sex with willing young girls.

“Yes,” said Becca. “I’ve already been to an orgy with most of them. The other two are cousins of mine. The youngest, Lori, is the eight year old.”

Donna felt as if she’d stepped into some weird TV program. “Have you had sex with your cousins?” she asked Becca.

“Well, no, but they have had sex with an adult babysitter, and they love it.”

“Will the babysitter be coming over with them?” Donna asked, still trying to sort everything out in her head.

“No, she lives in Florida,” Becca said. “They met her when they went on a vacation recently.”

“Who are the others?” Donna wanted to know. She was still having a hard time understanding that her daughters, or at least Becca, knew that many women who were into sex with young girls.

“Let’s see,” Becca said, counting off each person she named on her fingers. “There’s Heather and Tina, who are sisters. I think they’re eleven and twelve. And Susan, their friend, who’s also twelve, along with their mothers, Cheryl and Mia. Monica, who sorta invited herself to the orgy I went to a few weeks ago. She’s twelve. Oh, and her mother, Ashley. Us four, and your sister, Daphne, plus my two cousins.”

“That makes only fourteen,” Donna said, still a bit confused and amazed at the popularity of what she had thought was something only she and Daphne enjoyed.

“Oh, yes. I forgot Lisa and Jennifer, Heather and Susan’s middle school teachers.”

Donna stared at Becca, who had just listed these people as if she were naming friends who liked being at the beach, not going to all-girl orgies. More than that, really. They were all-girl, incestuous orgies involving pedophilia.

“Are you sure none of these people are police officers?”

Becca laughed. “If they are, they’re just as guilty as we are,” she said. “Every adult I named has had sex with someone younger than eighteen. Much younger! And that someone is, more often than not, their daughters.”

Donna looked at her daughters, whose pleading looks reminded her of when they were younger and wanted ice cream from the street vendor driving the ice cream truck with its cheery music. How times had changed!

Then she began to think about what this party would entail. She realized there would be very willing little girls there. She wondered what it would be like to make love to the bald pussy of an eight year old child longing for someone to lick her pussy. She looked at Candace and recalled what her daughter was like two years ago when she was only eight. She had wondered that first day what it would have been like to make love to her back then. Candace had started having sex at the tender age of six. And apparently had loved it. Of course, her pussy was still hairless, but not as small as it had been when she was eight…or six for that matter.

She realized her hand had crept to her own wet slit and she was rubbing herself. She wondered what it would feel like to have an eight year old girl licking her there.

She finally spoke.

“Okay. We’ll have this orgy, but if ANYTHING goes wrong, we’re all going to jail or to juvenile hall. So NOTHING can go wrong. Got it?”

“YAY!!” the girls jumped up and hugged each other in their excitement, hopping around in a circle.

“Now, let’s show Mom the movie,” Carolyn said.

“What’s so special about this movie?” Donna asked.

The three girls just looked at her and grinned.

Continue on to Chapter 24