Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

My Family’s Orgasmic Send-Off to College

By Cheryl Taggert 

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It was Sunday morning, and I was granted my wish to sleep in since the next day would be my first day of classes at UCLA. I was so excited to be starting college! I was planning to study psychology, particularly as it related to sexual attitudes and their effects on mental health.

I had already decided my first big research experiment would involve whether or not early sexual discovery had any negative psychological repercussions. I planned to interview several hundred people over the course of a year to determine whether or not early sexual experiences had affected the people in a bad way. My thesis would be that guilt thrust by society upon a young person who experienced sex at an early age was more the culprit than the actual experience itself.

Of course, I planned to limit my thesis to those who sought the sexual contact rather than had it forced upon them. Rape is rape, and that would certainly have negative effects. Unwanted advances would likewise cause emotional pain, if not physical, and that would not be a part of my study. I was also planning to limit my study to females only, especially since they were looked upon as potential victims much more often than men. If I could show that there were plenty of women who did not see what happened to them as victimization, but saw it in a positive light instead, then I felt I would be doing a service for society. I might even get published one day!

I knew this research would not begin right away. I could begin the research once I had studied the scientific method in my psychology class this quarter. It was one of the things I was looking forward to most about the class. When I knew how to ensure reliability in my results, I could begin my research.

But this was Sunday, the day before my first class at UCLA, and I was allowed to sleep in, at least to a point.

It seems my family — which included Cindy, Jenna, the twins, and Danni, along with my mom and aunt — had plans for me that day. I had my first inkling that it would be a great day when I awoke to the feeling of being licked at various places on my body. I sleep on my side with one leg hitched up, and I could feel someone’s lips on my pussy attacking it from below, another set of lips on my butthole, and still another set on my left boob. The right one would probably also be receiving special attention, except it was mostly buried into the mattress.

As my eyes fluttered open, another set of lips moved to my neck. Then I could feel yet another mouth tantalizing the soft tissue behind my knee. Someone was also sucking my toes, and yet another was chewing on my butt cheeks.

I looked around to see who was doing what.

Mom was sucking my toes.

Jenna was licking my pussy. (I later learned they had drawn small slips of paper with a body part written on it to see who did what. Jenna had been, according to her, the lucky one.)

Danni was at my butthole, her tongue doing its best to drive me crazy.

Sophia was at my boob.

Aunt Emmy was kissing and nibbling my neck.

Sonia was biting my butt cheeks.

And last but certainly not least, Cindy was licking and gently chewing on the area behind my knees, as well as running her hands all up and down my legs.

I didn’t move, afraid that doing so would upset the balance, but I did let out a long sigh and mumbled, “Holy fuck.”

Mom stopped sucking my toes long enough to say, “Relax, sweetheart, and enjoy. We’re going to act as though you were going away to another town for school and make sure we send you off to college properly.”

Who was I to argue? I relaxed and enjoyed the pleasure party.

As I lay there, I thought of Lisa, the girl Deanna and I had sort of met at UCLA the day we registered for school. I wished I had her last name. It would make it easier to find her if she wasn’t in any of my classes or anything.

I imagined at various times that she was the one making my body feel so good. Usually, she was taking either Jenna’s or Danni’s place in my imagination — because they were on my pussy and butthole — with an occasional foray into the areas being served by one of the twins.

As my family continued pleasuring me, my juices began to flow as if my vagina were a faucet and both valves had been turned on full blast. Each member of my family knew my body so well. They knew exactly what to do and when to give me the most enjoyment.

At that moment, Jenna was obviously heading into the home stretch as she attacked my swollen clit with gusto. She was intent on giving me an orgasm, and she expected it to be one of the best ones I’d had in quite a while.

I could tell my body did not intend to disappoint her.

The throbbing began deep inside me, somewhere between my clit and my butthole. It seemed to build for nearly a minute before exploding into a climax that had me writhing on the bed. Every square inch of my skin seemed to tingle and vibrate. Delicious spasms rocked me, sending waves of intense ecstasy rolling throughout my body.

I could feel the orgasm in my toes that Mom was sucking. I could feel it in my legs and knees. I could feel it in my nipples and along the soft area of my neck. I could feel it in my butthole, and in the butt cheeks that Sonia seemed to believe was a delicious and delicate morsel of ambrosia, the food of the gods, that she could chew on and taste, but not eat.

I have no idea how long my trembling explosion lasted, but it left me weak and panting.

I was aware I still had morning breath, which might be why nobody had been kissing my mouth, and I desperately wanted to get up, pee, and brush my teeth. The only problem was my legs wouldn’t cooperate right then. I began to wonder if I was going to pee in the bed for the first time since I was a small child.

The memory of being a small child occurred to me at that thought. I saw myself at six the first time my mother and I had sex. I could clearly picture my little mound and how much it had brought me joy over the years. It was a guiltless joy, which was why I wanted to do the research I longed to complete.

I saw myself again at nine and my first time with Deanna. Then I remembered how daring I had been with her sister, Elizabeth.

Then I remembered the many times I had gone to work with my mom and enjoyed everyone there, not to mention how much everyone enjoyed me.

Then I recalled Danni catching Marie and me in the bathroom after we had gotten each other off in the bathroom stall.

My life so far felt as though it had been touched by Midas, turning into a golden existence so rich that I felt nobody deserved to be that happy.

But I was that happy.

And most of the people responsible for that joy were right there in bed with me.

I looked at them and did the only thing I could do.

I cried.

I teared up and the tears began to roll down my cheeks. Mom asked if I was alright. “I’m more than alright. I have this as my family,” I said, gesturing to the people I loved most in the world.

She understood then, and soon we were in this enormous group hug.

Finally, I managed to get up and make it to the bathroom.

It was the start of a magnificent day.

When I came back to bed, my family was just lounging around on the two beds — Jenna’s and mine and the twins’ — and I stretched out in the middle of my bed and looked at them, smiling.

“What do you want for breakfast?” Sonia asked.

I looked at the sexy eleven-year-old, sitting naked on my bed with a grin that lit up the room. Her slit was slightly open, revealing the wet folds of softness behind the outer labia. I pointed to her pussy and said, “That!”

Her smile grew even bigger. “Okay, you can have that, but what do you want to fill your stomach?” she asked, giggling.

“Oh, okay,” I said. “How about French toast, with strawberries, bacon, orange juice, and coffee?”

“Okay,” she said. “Who will fix that while Cheryl licks me?” she asked, causing laughter to spread through the room.

After a moment, Jenna said, “Okay, I will. I was the one lucky enough to draw her pussy, after all. I suppose I need to pay for that privilege.”

“Huh?” I asked, not understanding. That was when they explained about drawing pieces of paper to divvy up my various body parts.

“I’ll help you,” Danni said to Jenna, and the two of them left the room.

I stayed where I was and crooked my finger to Sonia. She clambered up to me and said, “Do you want me to sit on your face?”

I nodded. That was as good a position as any.

I lay on my back and she mounted my face. Spreading her legs to place her thighs on each side of my head, she lowered her bare, juicy pussy onto my lips. I immediately began to lick and kiss her, using my tongue to scoop her moisture into my mouth. I savored the taste of my adopted sister, along with the utter smoothness of her still hairless pussy. The soft labia pressed into me as I tongued her clit.

She was immediately whimpering softly in ecstasy. My tongue lashed back and forth on her clit, stimulating it up to a point of no return. She came quickly, which did not surprise me in the least. The twins were amazingly sexual, easy to bring to orgasm. I once experimented with Sophia and gave her seven orgasms in five minutes.

I realized I would have to include them in my study once it began, despite my foreknowledge of what they would say. Of course, all my subjects would have to be anonymous anyway, since they might admit to what amounted to illegal activities.

I was reminded again of the silliness of the incest laws, especially as it related to same-sex relationships. Boys could not get boys pregnant, and girls could not get girls pregnant. So what was all the fuss about?

As soon as Sonia came, Sophia was right beside her, urging her to get off my face so she could ride my tongue for a couple of minutes, which would be all that was needed to bring her off.

Sophia’s identical pussy lowered onto my mouth, and I proceeded to tongue the cute girl to a climax. When she came, she screamed, “I love you so much, Cheryl!”

Then she was replaced by Mom. I thought about the movie we made together, everyone on the set fully aware that my mom and I had engaged in mother-daughter incest since I was little, and equally aware we could do nothing together on film.

I planted my mouth on her pussy, and like the twins, she came quickly. I suppose the buildup of that morning had everyone close to coming.

Next, Aunt Emmy mounted my face. I tongued her with the same desire for licking pussy that I’d shown to Mom and the twins. She took a bit longer to come, but she still came before my breakfast arrived.

Cindy mounted my face just minutes before Jenna and Danni came back into the room to serve me breakfast in bed. I tongued her bare pussy, and she came even faster than the twins had. Later, she told me she had been masturbating prior to sitting on my mouth as she watched me licking various pussies, which certainly helped her reach a climax quickly.

Once everyone had been satisfied, or at least everyone but Jenna and Danni, I stopped to eat breakfast, but not before promising the other two I would do them when I had finished eating my breakfast.

Once I finished my bacon and French toast, Danni lowered her pussy to my eager lips. Jenna had decided to let Danni go first because Jenna had won my cunt in the drawing and because Danni had volunteered to help prepare my breakfast.

It took a bit longer to bring Danni to her orgasm, but she finally came and Jenna squatted over me. However, Jenna had mounted me facing my pussy, unlike the others who were facing the top of my head so they could watch me licking their juicy slits. As soon as I started licking her, she bent over and began to eat my pussy, just as she had done earlier that morning.

We engaged in a very hot and enjoyable sixty-nine in front of the rest of the family. I came before she did, but she reached her peak almost immediately after I finished mine.

We lay there together in the bed we had shared for the past eight years while the rest of the family watched. Everyone had her own hand on her pussy, except for Jenna and me, and I watched for a second until it hit me this would be the perfect ending to this little party we were having — at least for the time being.

I turned to Jenna. “Yeah, let’s join them. We can all come while rubbing our own pussies.”

Soon all seven of us had our hands flying on our cunts. We masturbated together to bring the first phase of this orgy to completion.

Sonia came first — again no surprise there. Sophia was right behind her. Then it was Aunt Emmy. I’m not sure who reached an orgasm next since I got too involved in my own self-pleasuring to notice who was crying out her release.

Afterwards, we all decided to get up and get showered to try to get a second wind. I was allowed to go first in the bathroom Jenna, the twins, and I shared. I asked Jenna to join me, and we soaped each other up, enjoying the silky feel of soapy skin beneath our fingers, but not going beyond that. The twins were next, and based on the squeals and giggles coming from the bathroom, I knew they were having their own sexy fun.

Later, we sat in the large rec room in towels that everyone knew were only temporary.

Mom was setting up a video for everyone to watch.

As we took our places around the room, she said, “Everyone here knows that our college girl has also begun a career in the porn industry as, well, I’d say as an actress, but she’s hardly acting in those films.”

Everyone laughed at that, but I said, “Hey, there was some acting involved as we set up the scenes!”

“We know,” Cindy said. “But your mom tells me that you seemed surprised when Bob yelled ‘Cut!’ and you realized you were making a movie. We all know the sex part was just you being you.”

Okay, they had me there.

“Still, my lovely daughter and her best friend since she was nine have made three movies so far,” Mom continued. “Scenes, really, but they are quite hot, if I do say so myself.”

“Are we going to watch them?” Sonia asked, a smile spreading across her face as she contemplated what my mom may be introducing.

“As a matter of fact, yes we are,” Mom said. “Starting with the one I was in. Now, here’s the rule. You can watch and enjoy the movie, but you have to hold off coming until all three scenes are over.”

Everyone clapped, smiles all around, and we sat back as my mom started the VCR, before saying, “I introduce to you the latest star of erotic films, Cheryl Leanne Taylor!”

We sat there and watched my three short movies, each just a scene that lasted about thirty-five to forty minutes. By the time it was finished, everyone but me had her hand massaging her pussy, though nobody seemed in a hurry to reach orgasm. I was enjoying the scenes, but since I had been in them, they weren’t as stimulating to me.

Nobody had come, of course, but with all the sex that morning and Mom’s admonition not to come yet, the need wasn’t exactly urgent.

“Now,” Mom said. When she said that, I heard footsteps behind me. Turning, I was surprised to see my best friend, Deanna, walking naked into the room. “For the part of the first scene that we didn’t get to make, Cheryl, Deanna, and I will re-enact that scene for you with all the sex we couldn’t do on film.”

I grinned. This was awesome! Mom, Deanna, and I were going to do a scene for everyone else, and I would be able to do everything to my mom that I had wanted to do in the movie we’d made together. It wasn’t the first time the three of us had been together for sex — not by a long shot — but this was different because, as Mom said next, “We will assume our characters in the movie, and take it from where I enter the scene.”

My pussy spasmed and I felt my cream begin to flood my slit.

This would be great! I would be able to perform for my entire family, and even Deanna had been in on it.

Everyone adjourned to my mom’s room, where Deanna and I got on the bed and positioned ourselves in a sixty-nine.

Mom yelled, “Action!” and the scene started, but this time it would be different.

I thought once again how wonderful it was that I lived the life I did. I was the happiest eighteen-year-old on earth.

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