Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

A Big Surprise for Callie

By Cheryl Taggert

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Callie shifted in her bed to make room for us, wisely moving to the middle of the queen-size bed to allow us to each lie beside her. I wondered if she had done this before with any of her friends, but I held off asking about it right then. This was a moment for action, not words.

As soon as we settled in beside her, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. It was an adult kiss, complete with tongue. This girl was what I would call a seasoned kisser. She’d definitely done this with someone before, and her expertise suggested it was more than just another eleven-year-old, unless that girl had been with an adult before. In my years of sexual liaisons, I had found that little girls had to be taught how to kiss like this by someone who had also been taught at some point. Of course, that is just common sense, but when I met someone this young who already knew how to kiss, I knew they had a lot of experience.

I couldn’t help myself. After we finished our kiss, I asked, “You’ve done this with someone else before, haven’t you?”

She giggled. “Yeah, one of my dad’s actresses. Her name’s Sandy. She says you guys have done it with her, too. We’ve been doing it for about two years now.” Sandy Beach was one of the girls who had started as soon after her eighteenth birthday as she could. She was only nine years older than me. I’d met her when I was only nine. In fact, she was one of the women downstairs right now, and I wondered if she might guess where we’d disappeared to.

That Callie and Sandy had been fooling around for so long was a surprise, but it explained why she could kiss so well. I also felt she might be pretty good at some other things, too. “Do your mom and dad know she’s done it with you?”

“Uh-uh! I think my dad would kill her.” For some reason, I doubted that. In fact I didn’t think he would even be that upset. Her mom might — I didn’t know her that well — but Bob was all about sex. I was surprised he hadn’t done anything with Callie before, which was what I would assume based on her response to my question about her parents.

“Speaking of my parents, we better hurry. If my mom or dad come in, they’ll shit.”

Good point. Action time. While Callie and I made out, Deanna moved to the little girl’s pussy.

“My god, you’re so wet!” Deanna said. “I never got this wet when I was nine.”

Callie giggled. “My spit helps, and besides I’ve already come twice tonight.”

Deanna dived into the girl’s pussy and Callie moved to suck my nipples. As she did, her hand moved down my tummy to my pussy and she began fingering me.

She sucked my boobs like a pro, seeming to know when to nibble and when to back off and lick or suck gently. And her fingers were working a magic all their own.

Callie must have already been close to another orgasm, because she started to squeal softly and buck her hips into Deanna’s mouth within two minutes of Deanna’s assault on the hairless mound. She was obviously practiced at keeping quiet during an orgasm because if I’d been outside her door, I wouldn’t have heard a sound while she came.

I decided I needed more than fingers in my pussy. I wanted to find out how good this little girl was at licking me.

Disengaging my tit from her mouth, I moved to kneel over her head. She grinned as she realized what I was doing, even smacking her lips in anticipation of eating my own bare pussy.

Lowering my muffin to her mouth, I felt her tongue reach out and lick my clit as it got close. Then her lips locked onto my mound and her tongue began its delightful explorations of every crevice and fold of slick flesh. Sandy had taught her well. This girl seemed as if she were born to lick pussy.

I watched Deanna as she licked Callie’s slit, bathing the girl’s cunt with her tongue. I could see the outer lips of Callie’s pussy being shifted around by Deanna’s tongue as my best friend swiped back and forth on the girl’s clit.

I decided I wanted my turn tasting Callie. I imagined her soft, smooth labia against my tongue and felt a jolt of pleasure deep inside my pussy.

I tapped Deanna on the shoulder and asked her to make room for me to join her. Deanna smiled and lifted Callie’s legs and hips to expose her little rosebud, which we were both happy to see was clean. Callie now had her knees nearly touching the bed on either side of her. She gave a soft squeal as Deanna began tonguing her butthole as I leaned in and tasted the delicious young-girl pussy.

Occasionally, Deanna and I would stop our licking to kiss, sharing the eleven-year-old’s pussy juices and savoring the moment.

“Put a finger in me,” I heard Callie say as she stopped licking me just long enough to make her request.

Who was I to say no to that? I took my index finger and gently inserted it into the soaking wet pussy. It was tight, but an easy fit. My finger slid in without any trouble, and I began to slowly finger-fuck her while my tongue did a dance on her clit.

I could feel her muscles tightening as her orgasm approached, and that sent me over the edge. Spasms shook me as wave after wave of my climax tumbled through my body. Callie joined me seconds later, and we rode each other to completion.

Deanna looked at me and said, “Let’s change places.”

I was happy to do that. Deanna hadn’t come yet, and I could tell she was about to go crazy with the need.

Soon, Deanna had squatted onto Callie’s talented mouth and the young girl was feasting on my best friend’s juices. I moved to lick the girl’s butthole, hoping to help her come again as Deanna licked the smooth pussy.

In about thirty seconds, Deanna was coming, and hard. Her grunts of pleasure were muffled by Callie’s pussy, which was a good thing because I wondered how loud she might be if there was nothing in her mouth.

At one point during her orgasm, Deanna was looking into my eyes, her own expression one of amazement at how good Callie was at licking pussy. Her eyes seemed to say, “Holy fuck, this girl’s good!” It was obvious Callie loved the taste of pussy. Her enthusiasm for her task was obvious.

Finally, Callie came one last time, and we lay beside each other in the bed. The room reeked of pussy, and I wondered just how much the girl’s parents actually knew. Based on the smells permeating the room, they had to at least know their daughter was masturbating regularly.

Suddenly, the door opened. All three of us gasped in shock at the fact we would now be caught red-handed, or maybe red-pussied. Time itself seemed to slow down as the adult entered the room slowly.

We all breathed a huge sigh of relief when Sandy entered. Then the shock returned when we saw she had Callie’s mother, Lana, with her. We were totally caught. The smell of pussy in the air, two naked eighteen-year-olds lying on the rumpled covers with Lana’s naked eleven-year-old daughter, and raw, red pussies in easy view all said one thing. We had just had sex with the woman’s daughter.

“Mommy!” Callie said, fear coloring her voice. The tears were immediate.

Lana then surprised us by rushing to the bed and pulling Callie to her, soothing her and shushing her. She didn’t seem mad at all, not even slightly perturbed.

Deanna and I exchanged a look that said, ‘What the fuck is going on?’

Seeing our confusion, Sandy explained.

“She already knows. Has for some time.”

Okay, that was an explanation, but how did the woman come to know about her daughter’s sexual activity?

Once Callie realized she wasn’t in trouble, Lana held her and began the story that, among other things, got me horny all over again.

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” she began, “but I’ve known about your fun for some time now. You see… well… it was my idea for Sandy to seduce you in the first place.”

“Huh?” Callie said, not understanding. I understood, but I was still trying to wrap my brain around the meaning of the statement Lana had just made.

Glancing at me before continuing, Lana sighed and said, “Well, I’ve been, um, aware of Cheryl’s sexual life since she was little. I would pop in on the set of some of the productions, and there she’d be, having sex with one or more of the women there.” She looked at Deanna and me. “I saw you both with Tera once and, forgive me, I got so turned on watching you three together. I never did anything on the set — Bob would kill me if I did — but I went home that day and, well, I masturbated to that memory.” At this point, Lana looked at us with pleading eyes. “Please forgive me,” she said.

“It’s fine,” I said. “I’m not exactly the world’s most private person.”

“Me neither,” Deanna said, giggling slightly at the utter truth of the statements.

“Thank you,” Lana said, and continued. “Well,  I also overheard a conversation between Tera and Rick. No–” she corrected herself, “I eavesdropped on the conversation. They didn’t know I was standing nearby, and I listened as they discussed having the two of you seduce their daughter, Erin.” Lana was blushing so hard, I thought the redness might extend all the way to her toes. “I know, eavesdropping is bad, but I was so intrigued by everything. I knew you were sexually active, but more than that, your mother not only approved, she encouraged it.

“This made me think about Callie, who was then only two years old. I decided right then that one day I would have someone seduce her so she could begin enjoying life’s greatest pleasure early in life.” Looking at Deanna and me, she added, “Like you two.”

I suppose Lana’s throat was getting dry by this time from the combination of embarrassment and saying so much. She looked up at Sandy, who continued for her.

“Your mom came to me when you were seven,” she said to Callie, “but I told her I thought that was too young, so we agreed to wait until you were the same age as Cheryl and Deanna were when she first saw them with Tera. So just after your ninth birthday, your mom arranged for me to sit with you for a bit while she went shopping. Do you remember that?” she asked Callie.

“Of course I do. It was our first time.”

“Yes,” Sandy continued. “Do you remember I didn’t want to come up here to your bedroom once we got started, insisting instead we lie on the sofa in the sitting room downstairs?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s because your mom was really outside watching us while we had sex.”

Callie looked at her mom. “Why did you wait so long to tell me?”

“Well, honey, I was embarrassed. I wasn’t sure how you would take the news I had set that up. Earlier this evening, Sandy talked me into finally telling you. When we noticed Cheryl and Deanna come upstairs, we knew what was going to happen. I saw you standing in the loft masturbating. I also noticed that Cheryl saw you. It was easy to figure out what would happen next. We waited for a while before coming up here because we wanted to make sure you had the time to enjoy yourselves.”

Lana looked at Deanna and me. “I’m sorry, girls. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Ms. Lindsay, do you want to make love with Callie?” I asked.

Once again, the woman blushed a deep red before whispering a soft, “God forgive me, yes. Yes, I do.”

Callie’s mouth was agape, her eyes wide. This was news to her, but was it welcome news?

“Does Daddy know?”

“No, dear, and he can’t find out. I slipped off with Sandy, so he probably thinks we’re having some private time together. I don’t think he would understand about you.”

I wondered if Lana was aware that I had given her husband my first blowjob when I was only six. By the time I was eighteen, I was no longer into men, but when you’re six, you get the sex where you can if it is available and desired. I wasn’t sure I should tell her, so I didn’t. Still, I doubted he would have a big problem with what was happening here. Hell, he’d probably be angrier not being a part of it.

“How do you feel about what your mom said?” I asked Callie. “How does it make you feel that she wants to make love with you?”

“I think it’s great,” Callie said, “but right now my pussy is so sore from what I’ve already been doing tonight.” The disappointment was written all over her face.

I grinned at her and said, “What about your lips and tongue? How do they feel?”

Callie smiled, understanding where I was going with this. “They feel okay.”

I looked at Lana, who was already naked from the orgy that had been taking place in her sitting room downstairs. I reached out and pulled her to me, kissing her. When I pulled back, Sandy, Deanna, and Callie were all grinning.

I gently prodded Lana onto her back and said to her, “Get ready for a wild time. Sandy’s taught her well.”

Callie crawled up to her mother and the two lay together on the bed. She leaned into her mom and they kissed. It was their first passionate kiss together, and I could feel my juices flowing as I watched them.

Callie’s hand moved to her mother’s breast. She cupped the soft globe of flesh, hefting its weight. Taking the woman’s nipple between her fingers, she pinched and twisted it gently, urging a soft moan from her mother.

“Do you want to suck it?” Lana asked. Callie grinned at her mom and nodded. Her enthusiasm was palpable.

Scooting down in the bed, Callie leaned over her mom’s chest and for the first time since she was a baby, locked her lips on her mother’s tit and began to suck. Lana leaned back and I saw her hand sneak to her pussy and rub it without urgency. It was a simple act of increasing the pleasure instead of working to get herself off.

Lana looked at the three of us who were watching and enjoying the fact these two were making love for the first time. “I used to do this when I nursed her as a baby. It was the first time I realized my own daughter could give me sexual pleasure. I felt so much guilt about that. In fact, I would refrain from coming until later, as if the orgasm had nothing to do with what my baby was doing to me.”

“You shouldn’t have been ashamed,” Sandy said, reaching out to stroke Lana’s thigh. “Your body enjoys what your body enjoys, which includes your mind. As long as you aren’t hurting anyone, there’s no reason for guilt.”

Lana smiled then closed her eyes. It was obvious she was giving in to that long-awaited pleasure now.

She began to rub her pussy in earnest while her daughter sucked one nipple and played with the other. She had decided to come while her daughter sucked her tit instead of waiting until later. It was a beautiful moment.

Lana’s hands became a blur as she approached her climax. The wet sounds of her gooey fingers flashing across her clit filled the room. I didn’t know about the other two voyeurs, but I was definitely getting very wet watching this.

Then the girl’s mother was coming. It probably wasn’t the best orgasm she’d ever had, but as my mom says, ‘Is there ever a bad one?’ Callie rode the climax out, sucking and playing with her mom’s boobs to provide her mother the most pleasure possible.

When she was finished coming, she took her hand and raised it to her mouth. She put her index finger in and sucked the come from it. Then Callie was there, and began sucking her mother’s pinkie and ring fingers to get her own taste. Lana waited until Callie was finished cleaning those two fingers of come before offering her daughter her middle finger to lick clean. Callie grinned as she sucked on it.

Then Sandy, Deanna, and I watched as Callie moved quickly between her mother’s spread legs, settling on her tummy, her little butt inviting attention. Lana’s pussy glistened with her juices, and I noticed Callie licking her lips before she dived into her mother’s cunt.

Deanna and I were pretty well sexed out, even though I was horny from this revelation, but Sandy wasn’t, apparently. She pushed three fingers into her sopping vagina and began to fuck herself, making sure her thumb landed on her clit with each deep thrust of her sticky fingers. She still looked years younger than she was. She could pass for twenty easily.

I leaned over and whispered to Deanna and she nodded. We positioned ourselves on either side of Lana and began sucking, licking, and nibbling her breasts.

The woman was instantly moaning from the onslaught. Two teenagers and her eleven-year-old daughter were pleasuring her body while one of the most beautiful twenty-seven-year-old women in California masturbated while watching what was happening.

We weren’t exactly sure what Callie was doing with her lips, tongue, and teeth, but whatever she was doing was sending her mother into a roller coaster of orgasms. Lana started coming in less than a minute after everything started, and three minutes later, she was still riding the climax wave. Her hips bucked and she held both Deanna and me to her boobs, as if we might decide to go have coffee or something instead.

It was wonderful to be a part of this.

Once Sandy brought herself off, Lana began to calm down some, finally nudging us away so she could catch her breath. She pulled Callie into an embrace and held her there, kissing her and telling her how much she loved her, begging her daughter to forgive her for not telling her sooner.

Callie was just happy everything had turned out well. She now had her mom to have sex with, as well as Sandy, not to mention two perpetually horny eighteen-year-olds. Her sexual sphere was growing.

Finally, Sandy said, “I hear the two of you are going to make a movie with Kayleigh.”

“Really?!” Callie said.

“Yes, really,” I said. “Yes,” I said to Sandy, “it’s one of those mom catches her daughter with her daughter’s horny best friend, and joins in, but only has sex with her daughter’s friend kind of movie.”

“Why can’t she have sex with you?” Callie asked innocently.

“Because, honey, incest is actually very illegal,” Sandy said. “If the authorities were to catch you and your mom or find out about it, they’d put her in jail and you in a foster home.”

Callie expressed the opinions of everyone there when she said, “Well, that’s a stupid law!”

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That night on the long drive home, Mom asked me what went on upstairs. I told her the entire story, leaving nothing out. She smiled because another mother had discovered the joys available with her daughter. When I told her what Callie said about the law against incest, she laughed loud and long.

“Callie’s a lucky girl,” she said as we walked into our house.

“You’re telling me! If anyone knows how lucky she is, it’s me.”

Kissing me goodnight, Mom went to bed. I stayed up and watched a drama on TV before joining my sister, who was happily asleep in our bed with the naked twins there with her. I didn’t mind. I figured she might take the opportunity to have some fun since she knew I was going to have a lot myself.

Climbing into the twins’ bed, I nodded off thinking of my good fortune to be who and what I am.

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