Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

The Slumber Party, Part II, or Riding the Pussy-go-round

By Cheryl Taggert 

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“Do you want me to touch you there?” Deanna was asking her cousin Tori in the video.

“Yeah, it feels good!” Tori said.

Already this was becoming the greatest slumber party in the history of slumber parties! Like many of these get-togethers, it was mostly an excuse for engaging in sexual play, depending on how much sexual knowledge the slumber party guests had. Many girls our age either didn’t know much or wouldn’t admit to all they knew. The girls at this party had no such problem. Even the ten-year-olds, Jenna and Carmen, were more like adults when it came to sex.

What we were watching on the large TV screen was the sexual education of another little girl, five year-old Tori. My eyes were glued to the little girl who had the puffy pussy of a girl that age, as well as a little bubble butt. I tried to imagine what it would be like to touch her the way Deanna was on the video, which Deanna’s sister Elizabeth had been more than happy to video.

As we watched, the picture began to jiggle.

“Sorry, Elizabeth couldn’t keep her hands off herself,” Deanna explained.

“I don’t blame her,” said Linda, who was staring at the events on the screen. Carmen was pinching Linda’s nipples playfully and tweaking a nipple stud piercing the older girl had while Linda rubbed her own clit lightly.

“Are you gonna kiss and lick it again?” The question was Tori’s.

“If you want me to,” said the onscreen Deanna.

At this point Elizabeth walked up to Deanna and Tori and knelt, pointing the camera down to where Deanna’s head was concealing Tori’s little pussy.

“You wanna touch me where I showed you?” Elizabeth asked from behind the camera.

“Yeah,” came the enthusiastic reply. We watched as Tori’s hand came up to Elizabeth’s pussy and began massaging her clit. Then a shot of Tori’s face showed how much she was enjoying touching the seventeen-year-old.

After about five minutes of this, Tori said, “It’s starting to tingle a lot again.”

“Just let it happen, sweetpea,” we heard Elizabeth say. “Just like the last time.”

“K,” Tori said. So… she had come before.

Soon Tori’s cute, little face scrunched up and she began to breathe in short gasps, as if she were trying to finish running a marathon. Her squeals of delight echoed throughout the den where we sat watching this erotic display. Her little body spasmed and shook as the orgasm ran through her.

We could hear Elizabeth breathing hard too, but she wasn’t coming yet.

“Come lick me,” Deanna said to Tori, “and I’ll lick Elizabeth this time.”

Soon, the video showed Tori licking her cousin Deanna while Deanna licked Elizabeth.

“I have to lie down,” Elizabeth said. I was amazed she’d managed to remain upright all this time.

The camera angle had some funny movements, and we watched as both Elizabeth and then Deanna came. The camera work was shaky by this time, but the eroticism of what was happening affected all of us.

Then the video made that funny, twisting transition where you can’t see anything for a moment until what had been on the tape that you are taping over comes into view. It was of Deanna when she was younger, like maybe seven. Once again, Elizabeth was operating the video camera, but Deanna was asleep. We knew it was Elizabeth because she was providing some narration.

“I need to be quiet, but I don’t think she’ll wake up. She hasn’t before,” Elizabeth’s voice said, though it sounded younger.

“I’ve never seen this before,” Deanna said from her place on the sofa where she sat watching this strange video.

We watched, wondering what might happen. The young Deanna lay in her bed with the covers thrown off, as if she had gotten hot in the night and disposed of the blankets. She wore panties and a t-shirt, but nothing else. I began to wonder if what I thought might happen would.

And then it did.

Elizabeth’s hand sneaked into the picture frame and reached for her sister’s panties. I knew Deanna used to sleep like the dead, and I doubted she would wake up during this.

The hand sneaked into Deanna’s panties and began to rub the young girl’s slit. Deanna, still asleep, gave a soft moan after a minute of this and adjusted her body. Then she was still again.

The hand managed to get underneath the elastic waistband and gently tug the panties down to just below Deanna’s crotch.

“Oh my God,” Deanna said. “She’s molesting me in my sleep.” She gave a nervous giggle.

“You never knew about this?” Sara asked.

“No,” Deanna said. “I’ve never seen it, and I never knew she did it, much less taped it.”

It seemed that a part of Deanna was annoyed at this intrusion by her sister. It was obviously before they began their incestuous relationship, or at least it was before Deanna knowingly took part in it. Their mutual relationship hadn’t happened until Deanna was nine. She was clearly younger in this video.

On the other hand, I could see watching this was turning Deanna on quite a bit. The knowledge that her sister had lusted after her for at least two years prior to the moment they had consensual sex was indeed very exciting. Elizabeth would have been about eleven in this video.

We watched as Elizabeth played with her seven-year-old sister’s snatch.

I glanced around. All eyes were on the TV screen. The idea we were watching a real molestation seemed to excite everyone even more than we had been excited by the part with Tori.

As I watched the video, sneaking glances at the girls watching it, I could see that everyone was being turned on by this, even Deanna, who was the one her sister was taking liberties with.

This looked more like a pubescent seduction, or at least a ‘pre’ seduction, at any rate.

I wanted to find out what Deanna thought. “Do you wish you’d woken up and caught her?” I asked.

Deanna glanced at me before returning her eyes to what was happening on the screen. “Yeah.”

“Are you pissed?” Marie asked.

“I was a little at first, but then I thought about how she’s only eleven here.”

“What are you now, then, if not pissed?” I asked.

She smiled at me. “Horny.”

That settled it. Had she been bothered by this in any way, I would have insisted we turn it off. Her response basically said it was okay to watch this. She certainly wanted to. I guess if she didn’t mind, nobody else should either.

Elizabeth’s hand disappeared behind the camera again, but she was obviously reaching for her face. I suspected what she was doing.

Sure enough, when her hand reappeared, her fingers glistened with her saliva. Being asleep, and only seven, Deanna didn’t produce much in the way of pussy juices, so it would be natural to moisten her pussy with spit.

As we watched Elizabeth continue to fondle her little sister’s pussy, the young, sleeping Deanna began to respond. Her hips began to move slightly and her breathing pace increased quite a bit.

“Here it comes,” we heard Elizabeth say from behind the camera.

Deanna’s body began to hunch a little bit and spasms rocked her, though they were small ones. I realized my mouth had dropped open as we witnessed little Deanna coming on camera.

When she had finished her little climax, her breathing slowly returned to normal. We watched as Elizabeth’s hand moved behind the camera again.

Then the camera adjusted its view, making me dizzy with the quick movement. We were now looking at eleven-year-old Elizabeth’s face. She smiled and put the finger that had been playing with Deanna’s pussy into her mouth, saying, “Mmmm. Delicious!” into the camera. “Maybe one day I’ll get my nerve up to lick her directly.”

The video made that adjustment from one filming to another, and we were watching something that had obviously been taped off the TV, a cartoon of some kind that I didn’t recognize, though I probably would have if the video had continued playing. However, since the sex had ended, so had the movie, with Sara switching off their VHS player.

“Holy shit! You had no idea, did you?” Sara asked.

“No,” Deanna said.

“You two obviously get it on now,” Linda said.

I looked at Marie’s older sisters. Each had one hand on the pussy of the ten-year-old nearest them and one on their own mound. Then I saw that Marie and Deanna were masturbating themselves gently as well. The funny part was that I didn’t notice I had been touching myself too.

I giggled before asking Deanna, “What are you thinking?”

“That I wish I’d woken up and she’d taught me how to lick her pussy back then instead of us getting it on for the first time two years later. We wasted so much time,” Deanna said. “It was pretty obvious I liked what she did. Imagine if we’d gotten into a sixty-nine.”

I looked at Deanna and I could tell she was disappointed she hadn’t awakened during her sister’s nighttime fun.

“Well, there are plenty of girls here who would love to lick you,” Linda said.

I liked Linda. She was older and had pink and blue hair, a nose ring, and a number of other piercings, including a stud through her right nipple, which Carmen had enjoyed playing with earlier. I could not imagine doing that to my boob, but I admired the one she had. She also had four piercings in her left ear and three in her right.

Yet, despite looking so punk, she seemed to be fairly average. She would surprise a lot of the adults I knew who thought punk kids were rebellious and difficult. Linda was as nice as it was possible for a girl to be. She just liked that look. I began to wonder if the fact her mom had brought her up to be accepting of others made that difference.

Of the three sisters, she was also the plumpest, though I would never have described her as fat in any way. It’s just that whereas Sara and Marie were thin and athletic, Linda had a bit more, well, padding, I guess would be the word. Like I said, average.

Not only that, but she had the most genuine smile I’d ever seen. It beamed from her face, and when she smiled at me, I automatically smiled back.

Now, she was smiling at me again, and was crooking her index finger to beckon me over to her.

I think I knew what she had in mind. I had noticed her whisper to Carmen before her ‘come here’ gesture, so I suspected I was in for a great threesome.

Meanwhile Sara was preparing to go down on my sister, who was all smiles. I could tell Jenna had gotten an instant crush on Sara.

Marie and Deanna were already making out, and Marie had one hand on Deanna’s mound, rubbing her delicious honey all through the folds inside her pussy.

For a moment I was jealous before realizing both of these girls loved me completely. We were now a threesome in all aspects, and jealousy had no place in our lives. Who cared if they got together, even if I wasn’t around? I would be a hypocrite if I let something like that bother me. After all, I still had sex with them when the other wasn’t around.

Joining Linda and Carmen on the sofa, I set myself in a position that allowed me to make out with Linda while playing with Carmen’s pussy and butthole. I placed one knee between Linda’s legs, the other outside her thigh, and squatted so that my pussy was against her right thigh. I moved my hips in a fucking motion to smear my juices on her leg. Linda grinned as I did that, then reached down to where my pussy pressed against her and gathered some fluid on her finger. Bringing her hand up to my face, she let me lick some of my juices from the offered finger. After I had a few licks, she stuck her finger in her mouth and said, “Mmmm.”

Then we started making out. I reached for Carmen’s pussy and let my fingers flutter, rubbing her clit and labia. She was soaking wet down there, and I loved it. I loved that she enjoyed watching Deanna with Tori on the TV, not to mention Elizabeth’s youthful foray into Deanna’s room one night to touch her pussy while Deanna slept.

Linda cupped my boobs, massaging and pinching them. Our mouths slid over each other while our tongues wrapped each other in a spit bath.

I continued to rub my pussy against Linda’s thigh as our kiss broke. I glanced at Carmen, whose eyes were half-lidded with lust.

Suddenly, I wanted to get my mouth on Carmen’s pussy. I’d licked her before, when she and Jenna had tricked me, but I wanted to do it again.

“Let’s both take turns licking Carmen,” I said to Linda.

She was all for it. Smiling, she said, “Sure thing.”

We moved to the floor, which was plushly carpeted, and laid Carmen back with a sofa pillow under her head. She spread her legs wide, gripping her knees to pull them toward her almost non-existent boobs, and I could see the sticky honey that coated everything inside her hairless pussy. My mouth literally watered. I had to stop and swallow for fear I would drool onto the carpet.

“Me first,” I said.

“Your idea, so dive in,” said Linda, grinning.

I didn’t hesitate. Who would? I was being offered a succulent little pussy, bare of any hair without the need for waxing or shaving, and its owner eager for me to bring her to a smashing orgasm.

I followed Linda’s advice and dived in.

I had licked her before, and was immediately taken back to that time. She tasted so fresh and delicious! I did the chewing thing I had learned from Marie, and it seemed to be sending Carmen into orbit. She began squealing and trembling. I could feel her legs shudder she was enjoying my lips, tongue, and teeth so much.

Next, Linda took a turn, doing pretty well the same thing I had. I figured the Perlacci girls were all expert at using their teeth just enough to cause extreme pleasure.

Then, I took over again, spending only a minute licking and chewing Carmen’s pussy, hoping I would be the one to take her over the top.

Linda tapped my shoulder and I moved back to allow her access to Carmen’s dripping pussy. I waited for about a minute and tapped her to take my turn again.

Soon, Carmen was grunting and hunching herself up from lying down, as if she were trying to do crunches for her abs. She was coming like mad. Finally, the little girl tapped my head, saying, “No more… No more… Sensitive.”

I leaned back and Linda was immediately kissing me, tasting the sweet nectar that was covering my mouth and chin. We settled back and moved into a frenzied sixty-nine. We both were so horny we felt the need to come as quickly as we could. At least I know I felt that way. And based on Linda’s quick movements to get us into position, I figured she felt the same.

Carmen lay there and watched us eating each other. The sounds of other girls’ orgasms filled the room and helped push me quickly over the edge. I could hear Deanna’s high-pitched squeaks, along with Marie’s grunts of pleasure. I knew they were having a wonderful time with each other, whatever they were doing. I could hear Sara talking to Jenna and telling her how lovely she was, and how soft her pussy was. Jenna wasn’t hearing much of it, I don’t think. She was too busy coming.

Later, we lay there catching our breath and cooling down. Then we decided to play Truth or Dare. We decided to let the youngest girl go first, which meant Jenna would start the game since she was a few months younger than Carmen.

Jenna looked at me first and waved her hand at me as if shooing a fly. “I know everything about you, already,” she said. The other girls laughed.

“I don’t,” Sara said.

“Then you can ask her something if she chooses truth,” Jenna answered, which brought more laughter and a lighthearted “she shot you down” from Linda.

Jenna decided to choose her friend first, probably to avoid being embarrassed by asking or daring the wrong thing.

“Carmen, truth or dare?” she began.

“Truth?” she said, not sure which she should pick since either could be embarrassing.

Jenna thought for a second. “Okay, how old were you the first time you touched your pussy and liked how it felt?”

Carmen thought for a few seconds before Marie said, “Come on, girl. You gotta tell. It’s the rule.” Marie was smiling at Carmen, or rather leering at her. I could tell she wanted to have some sexual fun with her before the night was through.

“I know. I’m trying to remember. I was kinda young.”

“That’s the point,” Sara said. “How young?” She, too, was obviously excited by the idea of having fun with Carmen.

“I think I was four or five,” Carmen answered.

“How did it happen?” Jenna asked.

“I don’t have to tell that,” Carmen said. “I already answered your question. Now, it’s my turn.” She looked around at the naked girls sitting in a circle and landed on Marie, probably as payback for trying to hurry her up.

“Marie,” she said. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” said Marie, always the boldest one in the group. It was one of the many reasons I loved her.

“Okay,” Carmen said. “You have to run naked up to the street and back while we watch.”

“Like she’s never done that before,” Sara laughed.

“Shush,” said Marie, grinning. I had never heard about such exploits and was curious.

We all got up and went to the formal living room, which faced the street. I was surprised when Marie stepped out into the night and sauntered to the street and back, seeming not to worry if anyone saw her walking outside in the nude. It took her well over a minute, closer to two actually, to complete her trek.

We walked back to the den, laughing and joking.

“Okay, my turn,” Marie said. “Cheryl, truth or dare?”

I had considered what I would say, of course, when called upon. I figured most dares wouldn’t be much of a challenge, much like asking Marie to walk to the street and back naked. I would be more nervous, given it wasn’t my neighborhood, exactly, but I would have no problem completing the task. Because most dares in these circumstances involved nudity or sex, there really weren’t many actual ‘dares’ for us to fear. I mean, if we’d not just had an orgy, maybe telling someone to lick another girl would be the biggest dare possible.

Therefore, I decided to see if someone could challenge me with a question that might be uncomfortable to answer. I know most girls might shy away from the more difficult choice, but I wanted the game to be exciting.

“Truth,” I said.

“What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done, sexually, that nobody else knows?”

I knew my answer right away, but there was a glitch. “Deanna already knows it,” I said.

“Something even Deanna doesn’t know,” Marie said.

“She knows everything,” I said.

“There’s not one thing she doesn’t know about because you’ve been too embarrassed to tell her?” Linda asked.

“Nope,” I said. I was confident I had told her everything about my sexual life.

“Okay, then, we’ll let you tell the most embarrassing thing that only Deanna knows,” said Marie.

“I’ve let a dog lick me to orgasm,” I said.

Jaws dropped all around the circle. Eyes went wide.

Then I saw Deanna. Her jaw had dropped, too, and her eyes showed her shock at my statement.

“You didn’t know about that?!” I asked her.

“No!” she said. “Really? You let a dog lick your pussy until you came?”

Now I really was embarrassed. Had I gone too far?

Then Sara broke the tension. “That is so… fucking… hot!”

I continued to look at the circle of girls. “Really?” I asked, echoing Deanna’s question to me seconds before.

Sara, Linda, Marie, and Deanna all began to talk at once, excited by my confession. Questions like, Did you like it? What did it feel like? Did you let the dog fuck you? bombarded me.

I laughed. “One at a time!” I said through my giggles. The younger girls, Jenna and Carmen still sat there, wide-eyed. I felt certain they didn’t know what to think about what I’d done.

“I actually considered doing that once at a friend’s house,” Sara said. “She had a mixed breed dog that loved to stick his nose in my crotch. One night I spent the night and went to pee and the dog came up to me in greeting. His nose went straight for my pussy. I was only like fourteen at the time, and I considered letting him lick me to find out what it was like, but I chickened out.”

“You mean Sheila’s dog Max?” Linda asked.

“Yeah.”

“He used to sniff my crotch all the time, too!”

“What was it like?” Sara asked me. “Did you do anything else with the dog?”

So I proceeded to tell them about babysitting Emily and how I’d discovered her letting her dog Annie lick her. By the time I’d finished, each of the girls had her hand in her pussy, rubbing it.

“Maybe we can talk Mom into getting a dog,” Jenna said.

“I doubt it,” I told her. “She doesn’t like dogs much, and besides, she’d know why we wanted one.”

By this time, the game of Truth or Dare had been forgotten. I remembered a game I had played with other girls and women for my tenth birthday and suggested we play it. I explained how it worked, and everyone loved the idea since it would give everyone a chance to lick each of the girls at the slumber party.

I made everyone lie on their backs on the carpeted floor next to each other, the youngest, Jenna, in the first position, followed by Carmen. Marie, Deanna, Linda, and Sara followed the young girls as they formed a row of naked girls. Because it was my game, I was to start.

I lay between my sister’s legs and began to lick her pussy, spending maybe a minute on her before moving on to Carmen. After I finished licking Carmen for a minute, I moved to Marie and Jenna began licking Carmen. As each of us finished licking, we moved to the next girl in line. By the time I was licking Sara, Jenna was licking Linda, Carmen was making Deanna feel good, and Marie was waiting her turn to lick Deanna. When I finished licking Sara, I lay down beside her to wait my turn to get licked. When Jenna finished licking Sara for a minute, she moved to me.

It was the world’s most wonderful party game!

The movement of the line of girls began to snake around the room to avoid furniture and walls. Soon, I heard Linda begin to come. The rule was that even if it was time to move to the next person, once someone started coming, nobody moved on until that person had finished her orgasm. This allowed girls to get even closer to their climax.

Once Linda finished coming, everyone moved to the next girl in line. Another rule was that nobody could play with her own pussy. If you are not being licked, you can play with your boobs, but that was all. With an even number of girls there were times when everyone was either licking or being licked. That never happened when there was an odd number of girls, like this time.

We continued the game for at least a half hour. By that time everyone had come at least once. Linda and Sara had come twice, but Marie came three times. Needless to say, everyone LOVED this game!

“I wish I’d known about this game years ago,” Sara said when we had all recovered from playing.

“What do you call the game?” Marie asked.

“I don’t know. It’s just ‘the game.’

“I have an idea for a name,” said Carmen.

“What?” I asked, curious to see what name she might have.

“Well, it’s sort of like a merry-go-round, so why not call it pussy-go-round?”

Everyone responded very positively to that name. It fit the idea, and it made the sexual aspect to the game obvious.

We were all getting tired by then, so we went upstairs to Sara’s room. She and Linda shared a room and each slept in their own king-sized bed. They had pushed the two kings together to form this huge bed. We tumbled onto the comfortable beds and finally drifted off. I remember looking at Sara’s bedside clock when I was about to nod off and saw it was 1:43 A.M.

It seemed like only a minute later that I was being awakened, but not in the usual manner. I awoke to the feeling of a mouth on my pussy.

Someone was licking my slit, coaxing my clit out to play and enjoy the fun. I really didn’t care who it was, but I realized that whoever was licking me may have gotten the idea from the video we’d watched earlier that evening.

I was being molested in my sleep, and because I was aware someone I knew was doing the molesting, I was fine with the idea. In fact I loved it!

I lay with my eyes closed, playing a game with myself to see if I could identify who it was without looking.

I could feel soft, long hair lying against my hips, so it wasn’t Linda. I listened to the girl’s breathing as she ate me. For some reason, she sounded older, so I eliminated Jenna and Carmen. She seemed to feel larger than Marie or Deanna, so I guessed it was Sara.

Looking down, I found I was correct. I could see her in the dim sunlight that managed to sneak itself into the room around the heavy curtains. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was only just after six o’clock.

Sara was lying between my legs, her mouth against my slit. I moved slightly to give her easier access. When she looked at me, I smiled at her. She winked and returned to what she was doing.

I felt movement to my left and noticed that Linda was licking Jenna, who was still asleep, but probably not for long. When Linda saw me, she pulled back and began to flick Jenna’s clit with the tip of her tongue for me to see, the corners of her mouth turned upward in a smile as she did it. Then she moved back and covered my sister’s hairless mound with her mouth. I noticed Jenna stirring a bit as she did this.

My own clit was starting to tingle in such a way that I knew I was getting close. Jenna awoke at that moment and looked down to find Linda perched between her legs providing the exquisite pleasure for the ten-year-old.

She immediately began to come.

Meanwhile, my thirteen-year-old clit was climbing the mountain fast. I began to buck and hump Sara’s mouth, and my movements woke Deanna and Marie up. Carmen remained asleep for now.

I think my screams of delight may have awakened her, however.

Soon, everyone was lying in a pile of young girl flesh, seeking the nearest pussy, boob, or butt. I felt someone sucking my toes. It tickled, but in a good way. Fingers invaded my pussy, which was happy to surrender. Mouths attacked my boobs, bringing my already stiff nipples to firmer attention. Someone’s finger entered my butthole, while a mouth clamped onto my slit, the tongue massaging my clit.

Meanwhile, I was doing the same to whichever girl I came into contact with. Each pussy was bald, but some were larger, so I figured the larger ones belonged to Sara or Linda. I recognized Jenna’s pussy and took a minute to lick my little sister. My fingers explored whatever they touched.

It was an orgy to beat all orgies, at least to me. I felt I was in heaven.

Finally, I wanted to be with the two girls I was madly in love with, Deanna and Marie. We ended up in a daisy chain. The other girls watched until they rejoined one another.

By nine o’clock, we were all totally exhausted and realized the party had to come to an end.

Later, as we waited for Gwen to come pick up Carmen, I asked her again about her relationship with Gwen.

“Yeah, she had me spend the night last week,” Carmen said. “When I got to her place, she asked me if I knew why she wanted me to come stay the night with her. Clare had stayed with her a few nights before, so I knew what was going to happen. Of course, Clare had told me everything. So I told Aunt Gwen I wanted her to do to me everything she’d done with Clare.”

“How was it?” I asked, remembering the time Gwen joined in for a family ‘get-together.’

“Great! I asked my mom if I could stay the night with her at least once a week, and she said I could.”

I was happy for my sister’s young friend. She had to put up with Clare and her bossiness, so she deserved some special time with Gwen.

Gwen picked up Carmen, and Jenna and I loaded into Sara’s car to be taken home. I felt so tired and sexually satisfied that I thought I could go without sex for a week after all that. As it turned out, that idea didn’t last because Jenna sneaked into my bedroom three nights later and molested me in the middle of the night because, as she said, “I wanted to find out what it was like to do that to someone.” It turned out she liked it, and continued sneaking into my bed for years.

And of course, I would often return the favor. Because we were already lovers, it was certainly not any kind of molestation, just fun.

The slumber party had changed our lives in a way.

But when I got home from the fun, troubling news awaited.

Continue on to Chapter 39