Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Cheryl Taggert

The next morning, the three of us slept in and made love when we awoke. I had been awakened by the two sisters in a hot sixty-nine that night, and later Becky went down on me, which woke me up again, so sleeping in was a good thing.

But I had a plan that had materialized in the night. It involved a seduction. I knew that Laura, Anne and Becky’s mother, had sex with Anne twice when Anne was ten.

Now I was nine, thanks to the wish on a star that had come true, and I felt certain that I could get Laura interested in me… and perhaps even her daughters.

While Anne drove home, I confessed my plan to the sisters. At first Anne was against the idea, but Becky was all for it, and we managed to talk Anne into at least allowing me to try. After all, I wasn’t your usual nine-year-old. I was a nine-year-old with the mind of a twenty-one year old. I knew of Laura’s past excursion into sex with her young daughter, so I was aware that the interest would be there. And being twenty-one provided a certain level of understanding of situations and how to manipulate them to my advantage, especially since I didn’t look twenty-one.

When we arrived at their house. I was happy to find that Laura was home alone. It was Sunday and Mr. Thompson was going to be gone playing golf all day. That suited me fine!

Anne introduced me. “Mom, this is Carol,” she said, using the name I had tried to give Becky the day before. “She’s a friend of Becky’s we saw on the way home and picked up. Is it okay if she spends some time here playing?”

“Hi, Carol. Does your mom know you’re here?”

“Yes ma’am,” I answered. “I was just out for a walk with my mom when Anne and Becky drove by. They stopped and, well, here I am.”

Laura smiled at me. I thought it was a sexy, seductive smile, but it may have been wishful thinking.

“Mom? Is it okay if I go to the store and get some munchies for us? We’re thinking of playing some games.”

“Sure,” Laura said. “You going alone or are you taking company?” she asked, indicating Becky and me.

“Alone,” she said, and Becky interrupted her, as we’d planned.

“But I wanna go with you to the store!” she said.

“Okay, you can come, I guess,” Anne said.

“Is it okay if I stay here and get to know your mom?” I asked, being as nonchalant as possible.

“I guess,” Becky said, “if it’s okay with my mom.”

I looked at Laura and smiled. “Would that be okay?” I asked.

Laura looked nervous, as if she weren’t sure she wanted to be alone with me. Was it because she doesn’t trust herself with me? I wondered.

“Well, I suppose so,” Laura answered, and the plan was fully in motion.

I smiled the naughtiest smile I could muster at her, and she reddened, as if I’d been able to read her mind.

“We’ll be back soon,” Anne said, and she and Becky left.

I was alone with Laura. I admired her tan and decided I could start there.

“You have a wonderful tan, Ms. Thompson. Do you go to a salon or lie outside?”

“I lie outside in our back yard,” she said.

“I like to sunbathe with no clothes on,” I told her. “I told my mom I like the freedom of being naked outside. Do you ever do that?”

Laura was a bit shocked at my sudden revelation. Her eyes were wide and she stammered out a reply. “Uh, well, sometimes.”

“I told Becky about how I like to do that, and she wants to do that too. She wants to do it today if that’s okay with you. I mean, we’re just naked. It’s not like we’re kissing or anything.”

Again, Laura seemed at a loss for words.

“Would it be okay if we sunbathe nude?” I asked, all Little Miss Innocent.

“I suppose so,” she said.

“Great!” I said then started to pull Becky’s shorts off before stopping. “Oh, is it okay if I go ahead and get naked?”

Staring at me, she just nodded. I could see her breathing was a bit faster than it had been when I first entered her home.

Grinning, I pulled the shorts and panties down in one movement before lifting the hem of the t-shirt to remove it. Kicking off the sandals, I now stood in front of Laura, totally naked. I spread my arms and legs as if to say, “Ta-Dah!”

She was staring at my pussy. I knew she was getting turned on. Had I not known of her experiences with Anne, of course, I would never have done anything like this, but that knowledge pushed me forward, making me bolder than I’d ever been before.

I stepped over to where Laura was sitting and sat beside her, leaning against the arm of the small sofa and spreading my legs by tucking one leg beneath me and sticking the other one out more or less straight.

Then I began to touch myself. Not out-and-out masturbation, but close enough. I was just petting it, spreading the labia and enjoying the feelings, not to mention the power I was now feeling over this adult woman. I was obviously pleasuring myself right in front of her, as if I were doing nothing more than crocheting something.

For a moment, Laura just stared at me and what I was doing.

“Um… honey?” she croaked. Her throat was evidently very dry.

I looked up at her and grinned. “Yes, ma’am?”

“What… uh… what are you doing?”

“You mean this?” I asked, indicating my hand at my pussy.

“Yes.”

“Well, it feels good when I do this. I do it a lot really. Sometimes it will feel so good I want to scream. I don’t know why it feels so good, but it does. Do you ever do this and it feels really good?”

She avoided my question, although I knew the answer. Instead, she asked, “Does your mom know you like to do that?”

Because I wasn’t really who she thought I was, I could tell any lie I wanted to, so I said, “Sure. Sometimes she joins in and we do it together. She said it feels good because I have a secret treasure in there and rubbing it makes it feel good.”

By this time, I was doing more than just petting myself. I was definitely masturbating now. Openly pleasuring myself in front of my best friend’s mother. It made me feel sexy and naughty at the same time.

In other words, I loved it.

“Your mom,” she started before pausing. Then she continued. “Your mom does this with you?”

“Yeah, my dad and mom are divorced and she says I help her cope by doing this with her sometimes. Sometimes we even do each other. That’s ‘specially fun,” I said, my eyes wide with enthusiasm.

“Really?” she asked. She was again at a loss for words. I knew this was turning her on. Her breathing was becoming increasingly labored, and she would stare at what I was doing to myself and lick her lips, though I don’t think she knew she was.

“Yeah. And sometimes –” I stopped, as if I might be saying too much. She took the bait.

“What? Sometimes, what, honey?” Her own hands had begun to move along her ribcage, briefly massaging the undersides of her boobs as they passed there.

“Well, you promise you won’t tell anyone?”

“I promise.”

“Sometimes, my mommy, well, she puts her mouth on me there. That feels best of all.”

Laura turned completely red at this, whether from embarrassment or horniness, I don’t know.

“She –” Laura swallowed. “She puts her mouth on you? Down there?”

“Yeah. That feels even better than fingers,” I said, starting to flick my fingers across my clit. I could hear the slick sounds and knew Laura could too.

“I see,” she said, her hands fluttering across her tummy, obviously dying to be able to do more.

Then I pretended to have a sudden idea. “Would you do that to me?!”

“What? You mean go dow—I mean put my mouth on you there?”

“Sure! Mommy does it and says I taste delicious! Don’t you want to taste me?”

Her brow wrinkled at me. “Did someone put you up to this?”

I looked innocently back at her, my mouth dropping open as if that would be nearly impossible.

“No. I just love doing this and looking at you made me want to do it, and I thought maybe you would like to taste me and make it feel super good. That’s all! I swear!”

“If I do this, you won’t tell anyone?”

“No.”

“Especially your mother. You can’t tell her either.”

“She wouldn’t mind. She does it too and loves it. She even lets me do it to her too.”

“Oh,” Laura said, obviously surprised at this. “You do that to your mommy too?”

“Yeah! She tastes great too! I bet you taste great! Can I taste you? Please?!”

“But Anne and Becky might catch us. I’m sure they won’t be long.”

“It’s okay. I’ve already done this with them before. Anne told me you did it with her when she was a little girl and she misses it, so I did it to her while she did it to Becky, who did it to me.”

Laura’s mouth dropped open.

“You… I mean… Anne told you what I did?”

“Uh-huh. It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone, not even my mom.”

“And you… you’ve done this with Anne and Becky before?”

“Yeah. They LOVE it!”

“Oh my God.” It was almost a whisper. She obviously was wondering if this hadn’t been a trap after all. She’d asked who had put me up to this, and now she may have thought she knew. Maybe it was Anne who’d started this seduction in motion. At least she had to know this had been a seduction, whether done on my own or by Anne’s suggestion.

“Come on,” I pleaded. “Please can we do this? I won’t tell, and if they catch us, Anne and Becky won’t tell either. They will probably join in.”

She looked at me oddly and chuckled. “How old are you?”

“Nine, going on twenty-one,” I answered smiling, and she did not know how truthful that was.

As she sat there, I reached over and began to unbutton her shorts and unzip them. She did nothing, just watched as my wet fingers fought with the fabric. When I had completed this, she lifted her hips to allow me to pull her shorts down. I grasped them and the panties beneath and tugged until they were at her knees, then I stood and removed them entirely.  I lifted the shirt over her head, and she was now as naked as I was.

Urging her onto the floor with a slight push, I settled myself into her body and kissed her, my tongue exploring hers. When we broke the kiss, she said, “Where did you learn to kiss like that?”

“I have more experience than you think,” I answered and moved to her boobs to suck, nibble, and kiss them. They were not too large, but much bigger than Anne’s. I figured she was probably a C cup, maybe a D. I spent several minutes making love to her titties before moving my way down her tummy, traveling to her most intimate area.

I noticed her tan covered all of her evenly, indicating she rarely sunbathed with anything on. When I reached her pussy, I swung my leg over her and planted my pussy where she could get to it with her mouth.

I dove into her wetness and she returned the favor. She was certainly good at this. Her mouth, lips, and tongue knew just what to do. I concluded that Anne had not been her only female lover.

We were clinched together like that, on the brink of powerful orgasms when I heard the front door open. I don’t know if Laura heard it, but she didn’t stop if she did. Neither did I. We were both intent on coming.

She began to scream into my small pussy, and I did the same in hers. The orgasm seemed to want to rip me apart, and I wondered if hers was this good.

When we finished, I scooted to where I could lay beside her and kiss her. We did that for a moment until we saw Anne and Becky standing over us and smiling.

“We have a lot to talk about, young lady,” Laura said to Anne.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I only told them because, well, because I missed it,” Anne said, tears springing instantly to her eyes.

I looked at the sisters and said, “We can all talk later. In the meantime, get undressed.”

Laura and I sat up and watched as the sisters removed their clothes. I spent more time watching Laura’s reaction than I did the sisters since I had seen them naked just a few hours before. She watched them strip and I could tell it was making her horny.

“Ms. Thompson,” I said, and she looked at me. “Don’t question it. Don’t worry about it. They want it, and you do, too. Nobody will ever tell. And as I just demonstrated with you, it can be a LOT of fun!”

Laura looked at her daughters. “Do you?”

“Do we what?” Becky asked.

“Do you want to do this? With me?”

The sisters smiled. “I never wanted you to stop!” Anne said.

“How long have the two of you been doing things together right under my nose?” Laura asked.

“You won’t be mad?” Anne asked.

“No, I won’t be mad.”

“Just remember you said that,” Anne reminded her mother. “Since Becky was three.”

“THREE!?” Laura’s mouth dropped open.

“She loves it!” Anne said. “And you said you wouldn’t be mad!”

“I’m not mad!” Laura said, though she seemed close to it. “I’m… well… I’m shocked!”

“I started masturbating regularly when I was four,” I said, hoping to ease the tension that had built so quickly.

“Really?” Laura asked. “Four?”

“Yeah.”

“I love it, Mommy!” Becky offered. “I’m so glad she did seduce me then. I’ve had so much fun with my big sister. We love each other so much, and that’s because, well, we LOVE each other so much!”

“You’re sure?” Laura asked, now much calmer.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Becky answered.

“Let’s watch them together. You’ll see,” I suggested.

Laura looked at me and nodded. She seemed nearly in a daze.

Becky and Anne lay together on the floor near us and began to make love. They were beautiful, and I could see that Laura thought so too.

Halfway through their lovemaking, I moved over and began to lick and play with Becky’s butthole, which was exposed as she lay in a hot sixty-nine with her sister. Then I felt Laura at my own butthole and pussy, licking and kissing me there.

Soon, I could tell everyone was getting close by the sounds we made. Anne arrived at hers first, followed almost immediately by Becky, then I came, followed by Laura, whose pussy was being fingered and rubbed by Becky.

Then it was Laura’s turn to be with her daughters. They kissed for several minutes before licking, kissing, and sucking each other’s boobs, even Becky’s, which hadn’t even grown yet. Then they moved into a daisy chain. Laura started with Anne while Anne made oral love once again to Becky’s slit. Becky completed the circle by feasting on her mother’s pussy, licking the juices out of the very canal she entered the world through.

Anne asked me if I wanted to join them as things began to heat up, but I declined, wanting this family to join in sexual love without me. Instead, I watched and rubbed my own pussy to another explosion. In the meantime, they switched partners several times among themselves so that each had some time licking the others.

The orgasms mounted for the mother and two daughters right after I had mine. Based on their reactions, I’d say they all had a wonderful time and would repeat this small orgy many times in the future.

Finally, we lay back and caught our breath. This had been one of the most amazing experiences of my life, whether you measured it nine years or twenty-one.

“I could use a nap,” I said, and Anne agreed, as did Becky. We’d been awake much of the night before and the lack of sleep, despite sleeping late, was catching up to us.

“Go ahead upstairs to Anne’s room,” Laura said. “Tom won’t be home for another few hours since he usually plays eighteen holes, stops by the clubhouse, then plays another eighteen. He hasn’t had time to finish the first eighteen yet.”

“What are you gonna do?” Becky asked her mother.

“I think I’ll make plans for an all-girl vacation, just me and my two daughters. School lets out in a few weeks, and I think we need to go be alone somewhere to figure out this new aspect to our relationship.”

Anne, Becky, and I trudged up to Anne’s room, lay down, and fell immediately asleep. I fell asleep with a smile on my face, feeling I had somehow accomplished something beautiful today. All thanks to my new nine-year-old body.

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When I awoke a few hours later, I had an odd feeling, such as I have when I’ve been sleeping hard and don’t realize where I am. Funny how that only seems to happen when I nap. But the sensation was an odd one, to be sure.

I began to sit up and realized what had happened.

I was twenty-one again. My adult body was back, and it made me happy and sad at the same time. I knew being nine would never last, but I wanted it to last at least another few days. I lay wondering why it had happened in the first place. I looked beside me and noticed that Anne was starting to wake as well. Becky was snuggled up to her sister, her left arm thrown across her big sister’s chest. The arm snaked between my friend’s breasts, which were capped by nipples that were stiffening as I watched.

Anne opened her eyes and looked at me, smiling. Then she was instantly awake, staring at my adult body.

“What happened?” she whispered excitedly.

“Shh! You’ll wake Becky. I guess I turned back into my adult self.”

Anne squirmed from beneath the arm and we got up. She looked at me, running her eyes over my nudity, taking it in. It occurred to me she’d never seen me naked except as a nine-year-old. She definitely liked what she saw.

“Did we really make love with my mom?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe that’s why you became little. Maybe it was to get the three of us together in some sort of incestuous lesbian affair,” she offered.

“I don’t know. But I’m glad it happened.” I looked around and said, “I’ll have to borrow something to wear. I wore Becky’s clothes over here.”

We laughed at that, which woke Becky up.

“Hey! You’re big again!” she said, sadness registering on her face.

“Yeah, honey. I knew it would happen sooner or later.”

“Now I don’t have anyone my age to do stuff with.”

“Well, maybe you don’t,” I said, “but that doesn’t mean you can’t try to find someone like you. Anyway, now you not only have your sister to make love with, but your mom and me, too.”

She nodded and smiled at that. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

“And we have Cheryl and her wish to thank for that,” Anne said.

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When I finally got home, I removed Anne’s borrowed clothes and placed them in my hamper to wash later so I could return them clean.

Laura was taking advantage of the free time and was enjoying her own nap when we left, so she didn’t see the adult me. I figured we would probably tell her about the magic that had happened for whatever reason when she began to inquire about “Carol.”

Then, naked, I sat down for a while, and the impact of everything hit me and for some reason I began to cry.

I cried for the little girl I had been, the one who hadn’t known any better that she should love herself and make lasting memories, and not only memories of her pre-pubescent pussy. She needed to make memories of the joy of her young life as well. I cried for myself, the little girl who was now an adult, officially, and that thought of becoming “legal” wasn’t as wonderful as it had been a mere two days ago. I also cried for the women in the world who longed for something else and when they found it, were too afraid to accept who they were to enjoy it, therefore missing out on years of joy that could never be re-captured.

And I cried that I would never again know my own little mound of Venus, but would forever be with this adult one that I didn’t find nearly as beautiful.

Then I remembered the video I’d made. The one of myself masturbating that little pussy when I’d first awakened a young girl of nine. Had that only been yesterday morning? It seemed so much had happened since then, and I suppose a lot had. I had made two – no three – very good friends.

And one of them was still only nine.

As I hooked the camera to my computer to upload my masturbation video, I thought of everything I would try to teach Becky that I had not learned at so tender an age.

And that made me feel so much better that I was able to be a narcissist and masturbate to the image of my much younger self getting her own orgasm.

The tears dried, and I decided to make it my life’s work to open horizons for others.

Perhaps these words you have read about my experience will begin that work.

-30-

I hope you have enjoyed this ending to “Little.” I expected it to be longer, but this ending sort of wrote itself, much as I described here. The good news is that now I can devote my time to finishing what will be a VERY long story, “I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star.”