Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

The Good News, the Wedding, and the Seduction

By Cheryl Taggert 

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The night before we left on our flight to Amsterdam for the wedding, Jenna got a call that brought both sadness and utter joy. Carmen, Clare’s younger sister, called to say that Clare had been arrested for attempted blackmail, extortion, and raping a female minor. I was sad for Carmen, who loved her sister despite her many problems, but I was thrilled that my long-time enemy had finally gotten what she deserved.

According to Carmen, Clare had attempted to blackmail a professor for both good grades and cash. She had stayed after a class that was held at night in what was a mostly deserted building at that time of the evening. She stayed to talk to the professor, and after talking to him for about a half hour about how she might improve her grade, she told him that if he didn’t give her an “A” in the class, along with $10,000, she would tell the police he had raped her when she’d stayed for help with the class.

The professor went along with her, pretending to agree to her demands. However, when she came to collect the money, she was met by the police instead. Not only that, but she was stupid enough to have a video in her car that she had made of her forcing a little girl to bring her to an orgasm. The girl had cried and said she didn’t want to do it, but Clare threatened to kill the girl’s cat if she didn’t.

It was likely Clare would be going to prison for quite a long time. I was sad for her family, but I had always known that girl had something terribly wrong with her. I was also very upset about the little girl Clare had forced to do things to her. I had never forced anyone into sex and never would. Yes, I had successfully seduced a few, but they were always willing to play with me, and every single one of them enjoyed what we did.

Clare’s tactics made me sick to my stomach. She was nineteen, so she couldn’t hide behind being a minor. Carmen had said Clare had been offered a deal by the DA: 10 years for the blackmail and another 15 for the child molestation charge. The DA was refusing to run the sentences concurrently, insisting on having them run consecutively instead. That meant that she would have to serve a total of 25 years for both charges, especially since two other girls had come forward alleging the same things that were on the video. She wouldn’t be up for parole for at least 18 years, according to Carmen.

I was also sorry that someone who could have been nice to people had chosen to be sadistic to them instead. As I said, she had something drastically wrong with her personality. She just wasn’t right. She seemed to delight in the misery of others. Carmen was nothing like her, and while I was sad for Carmen, I also knew she wouldn’t have to put up with the ugliness Clare had forced upon her own sister. I thought that in the long run, Carmen would end up happy her sister was no longer there.

That night Lisa and I talked about Clare for the last time. We were both happy she could no longer cause us any more problems, but we were also sad that she had chosen the path she did. We’ve not spoken of Clare since that day. We were rid of her, and that was that.

The following morning we all rose early to catch our flight, which left Los Angeles International at 1:45 that afternoon. We would be flying to Amsterdam non-stop on United Airlines, arriving at 9:05 the following morning, over ten hours of flying time and through multiple time zones, which accounted for the overnight aspect of the flight. The wedding would take place the following afternoon in the hotel where we would be staying, the Hotel Andaz Prinsengracht. That was not far from the Anne Frank House and Museum, which I’d always wanted to visit. We would be checking out of our hotel three days later, allowing everyone to enjoy the beautiful city. From there, Lisa and I would fly to London on British Airways, while everyone else flew back to Los Angeles, which was nine hours earlier than it was in Amsterdam. Those flights would land in Los Angeles only about three hours later than they took off due to gaining the nine hours flying west.

The flight to Amsterdam was uneventful, which made Mom really happy, but it was LONG! I thought we’d never get there. Lisa and I had chosen to wear identical wedding gowns. We’d picked them out and had them shipped to the hotel a week earlier to avoid having to worry about them on the flight. The hotel had agreed to have them pressed and ready for us when we arrived.

The gowns were a pastel blue, the color of the sky when there are thin clouds softening the stark blue color of a clear sky. The veils were silk lace, and the A-line dresses were tulle with tulle lace trains. We had decided on sleeveless gowns, but we wore long blue gloves that were a shade darker than the dresses.

In other words, they were gorgeous!

I had balked for the required ten seconds about the costs of the wedding, but Mom assured me it was fine, so I didn’t think about it again.

When we arrived at the hotel, we were exhausted from the trip. Mom had insisted that Lisa and I not share a room until after the wedding, saying it was bad luck to see each other the day of the wedding until we walked down the aisle. Mom walked me, and Lisa’s mom walked her. We flipped a coin to see who would walk first. Lisa won the toss, so she got her choice, which was to walk first. Thus, she became the “groom” and I became the “bride,” since the “groom” is the one waiting for the “bride” to appear and walk down the aisle.

Just because we weren’t staying in the same room, however, didn’t mean we didn’t talk on the phone. We kept the room phones occupied all the day we arrived and into the night. I was too nervous for sex, a miracle unto itself, so while we considered phone sex, we never actually did anything until after the wedding.

Then July 8 was here at last. At some point during the hectic wedding day, I managed to grab a bite to eat, a sandwich and a beer. Then I promptly threw up from nerves. Lisa told me she hadn’t eaten anything for fear she might throw up in the middle of the ceremony. We really chowed down after it, though. It was fully catered and the food was delicious.

The ceremony was quick and beautiful. Both Lisa and I joined nearly everyone else and cried throughout the wedding, each having difficulty reading the vows we had written. Then, as quickly as it began,it was over.

After pictures and such, we changed clothes and partied and danced until late that night. We both got quite drunk and nearly had sex in the middle of the room where we had the reception. That would not have gone over well, especially since Lisa’s dad was there. It was kind of funny, really. He was the only male in the entire wedding party. Every single other person at our wedding was female. Lisa had invited her uncle, but he and his family couldn’t make the trip with the exception of Lisa’s cousins, Joanne and Crystal, who were bridesmaids in the wedding, along with Rachel, who was Lisa’s maid of honor, of course.

I’d never met Joanne and Crystal, but I liked them. Joanne was seventeen and Crystal fifteen. To say they were cute would be a vast understatement. I could feel my pussy getting wet just watching them dance.

During our featured slow dance, our first of the reception, I asked Lisa about them.

“Are they at least bi?” I whispered in her ear.

“Who?” Lisa asked.

“Your cousins.”

“I don’t know, really.”

“What do you know?”

“I know they have each been with a girl, but I don’t know if they’re still into it.”

“Oh? Who?” I asked, my hopes rising.

“I’ve done it before with Joanne, and Rachel’s done it with Crystal, but that was a couple of years ago.”

“Did you all do it together?” I asked, hoping for a yes.

“No. Joanne and I were in our room, and Rachel and Crystal did it down at the beach.”

“I take it Rachel told you about her encounter?”

“Yeah. We wanted to see if we could get together for a foursome, but that never happened.”

“How old were you all?” I asked, wanting to picture it.

“Let’s see. I was fifteen, so Joanne would have been fourteen. That would make Rachel and Crystal thirteen and twelve, respectively.”

My mind seemed to explode with the images that were rolling around in my head.

“So you don’t know if they ever did it together?” I asked.

“Nope. It only happened that one summer when they visited for a couple of days.”

“I would have thought you would be closer with them since you had them as bridesmaids.”

“We’re close. We just never had an opportunity after that, and the next time they visited, Joanne acted like we’d never done anything together. I think she may have been sort of embarrassed by it.”

I glanced over at Joanne, who was watching us intently. “I guess she might be remembering that time with you now. After all, we don’t hide that we’re lesbians.”

Lisa laughed. I looked at the crowd that had gathered around us to watch our first “official” dance together as a married couple. There were smiles and soft chatter. They could see Lisa and I were talking about something that was amusing to us both. I got Jenna’s eye and tried to cut my eyes over towards Joanne and Crystal, who stood together watching us dance. I wanted her to start up a conversation with them if she could.

She didn’t understand my eye motions, though. Either that or she didn’t notice them. She just stood where she was and smiled at us. Love seemed to be emanating from every pore of her body.

The song ended and I kissed my wife. She was happy to kiss her wife back. Our tongues became busy until Mom came up to us and said, “Okay, you two. That can wait until you’re in your room.” She was smiling, but she meant it. She didn’t want us to make a spectacle of ourselves in front of people who weren’t as used to a spectacle like the one Lisa and I could give them.

Lisa made her way to the booze and I went straight to Lisa’s cousins.

The way Joanne was looking at me told me she had been fantasizing about me. She might as well have worn a sign announcing she was interested in a little game of sixty-nine with her cousin’s wife. Crystal was all giggles and stares. Perhaps they had discussed me during the dance when I was discussing them?

“So,” Joanne began, “you’re a lesbian.”

I laughed. “Well, if I’m not, I just made a huge mistake.”

She and Crystal laughed at that, and I noticed while we talked that Joanne’s gaze kept dropping to my cleavage. Not that I have much of one, but what I did have, she was interested in.

Lisa walked up, some sort of mixed drink in her hand.

“Having a drink?” I asked. “And you didn’t bring me one?”

“I didn’t know what you’d like. There’s a full bar. And this is already my second one. Maybe you should catch up.”

Damn. She must have downed the first one rather fast. I’d only been separated from her for about two minutes.

“I’ll get you one,” Crystal said, all eyes and smiles. “Whatcha want?”

“I’ll have a rum and coke,” I said, and she was off, leaving me marveling at how this girl was so eager to do for me. Then it hit me. She was obviously nursing a big crush on me. She was fifteen now, certainly old enough to recognize desire when she experienced it.

We chatted for a bit until Crystal returned. “I got you a triple. Now Lisa has to catch up to YOU!” she said.

I tasted the drink and nearly gagged. It was almost pure rum. Oh, well, I thought. Down the hatch! I tipped the glass back and downed it without stopping.

“I think my wife is intent on getting drunk tonight,” Lisa said. “That’s good. I didn’t want to get drunk all by myself.”

A minute later, Crystal was there with another rum and coke for me. This one a double. I grinned at her eager face. “If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me.”

She giggled nervously, her blond hair quivering with delight. Only a fool could not see that I’d basically hit the nail on the head.

I leaned over to her after downing that second drink, now having consumed the equivalent of five mixed drinks. I whispered in her ear, “While I do plan to get drunk, you don’t have to get me drunk to take advantage of me.” I leaned back unsteadily and she was blushing. I leaned in again.

“Do you know I’m the best pussy licker in Europe?” I whispered to her, leaning down to her ear again to avoid anyone else hearing me.

“No,” she said, giggling.

“I suppose you’ll want me to prove it,” I said and laughed. I was already fairly drunk, and somehow I had obtained yet another double rum and coke. I was well on my way to becoming shit-faced, as was Lisa.

She giggled again. I looked at my wife, and she was extremely close to Joanne, nearly rubbing herself against her.

I looked back at Crystal, who had a drink for herself. I wondered if it contained alcohol. I leaned close to her and found I could smell rum on her breath. She was getting rather tipsy herself. I said, “Lisa tells me you and Rachel got intimate a few years back.”

Crystal’s mouth dropped open in amazement. “How did she know about that?”

“I would assume Rachel told her. But that’s okay, Lisa also told me she and your sister did the dirty deed as well.”

“Yeah, I know about that.”

I may have been drunk, but I figured out easily enough how she’d known that. “Joanne told you, right?”

“Yeah. We share everything.” Her gaze told me she didn’t just mean their clothes.

I looked at Joanne and said to Crystal, “Is your sister a good pussy licker too?”

“Uh-huh, but not as good as me,” the girl said. She was breathing rather unsteadily, and I wanted to kiss her but was not drunk enough to do that in front of the entire wedding party. Then she said, “I guess you’ll want me to prove that.”

Then Lisa and Joanne were there. Lisa said, “Joanne and I have been rehashing old times together, if you know what I mean.”

“I do,” I said. “I was just talking to Crystal here about those old times she had with your sister.”

“Joanne says she wants to see our honeymoon suite,” Lisa said and looked at Crystal. “What about you? Do you want to see our honeymoon suite?” Crystal nodded. The girl was so turned on, I thought she might just come right there.

Lisa looked into my eyes. “Shall we show them?”

“Absolutely,” I said. “I hope nobody comes looking for us.”

 “I don’t know if anyone will come looking for us,” Lisa said, “but they might when they find us.” We all laughed loudly st her play on words.

“They’ll get quite an eyeful if they do,” Joanne said through her laughter.

Lisa looked around and said, “Cheryl and I will leave first, as if we”re just going to our room for a minute. People will probably think we went to have sex, which of course we are. You two wait two minutes and follow us. We’re in suite 7 on the third floor. Just knock.”

Lisa took my hand and we departed for our suite. When we got there, we stripped our clothes and waited. A few minutes later, a tentative knock sounded at the door. I opened the door, standing there totally nude in the open doorway. If anyone had walked by they would have seen me revealed to the world. Of course, I didn’t care.

Crystal’s hands flew to her face as she gasped. Joanne pushed her into the room and soon we had them naked as well.

Crystal was very petite. She had small boobs, barely an A-cup. Joanne’s boobs were bigger, but not by much. She was also taller than her younger sister.

“So, confession time,” I said. “You two do it together, don’t you?”

“All the time,” Joanne said. “Ever since that time we visited and we did it with Lisa and Rachel.”

Lisa and I pushed them down onto the bed and started making out with them. For fourteen, Crystal was quite a good kisser. She knew how to use her tongue, moving it enough to be seductive without making it a tongue race, which is common in younger girls who feel their tongue must be in constant fast motion.

I began touching Crystal’s pussy, feeling how wet and ready the young girl was for sex. She reached out for my cunt and began fingering me expertly. She was really a very good lover. She plunged her middle finger inside my flooded vagina while flicking my clit with her thumb. Joanne had taught her well.

I decided I wanted to trib with her, so I got her to sit up and press her pussy against my mound, her body perpendicular to mine. We rubbed against each other and I could feel the wonderful friction sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. My orgasm was mounting and soon I lunged against her as it began from deep within my pussy. She joined me soon after and we lay with each other, panting and doing our best to cool down a bit before we had to get dressed and return to the party that was being given for Lisa and me.

The passage of time since we’d disappeared struck me. I was sure people would be looking for us, and they would almost certainly notice that Joanne and Crystal were missing as well. Of course, everyone there with the exception of Dr. Brown, Lisa’s father, would know exactly what had happened, but I didn’t want Dr. Brown to know we had seduced his nieces.

Lisa and Joanne had opted for a sixty nine, and Crystal and I watched as they approached their orgasms. They looked lovely together, and I felt a sudden wave of love for my wife.

Then that hit me. My wife. We were married, at least as far as the Netherlands was concerned. It was legal there, if not in our own country. Tears of utter joy filled my eyes. I wasn’t sure if the alcohol had assisted in producing those tears, but I don’t think so. I was so much in love I could not hide it.

The moment Lisa and Joanne were finished, I moved to Lisa and took her in my arms and kissed her. The sisters noticed this and did the same thing. Soon, they were at each other, pawing each other’s flesh and generally working toward another orgasm. They were soon in their own sixty-nine and Lisa and I left them there as they licked and sucked each other’s mound, giving each other the ultimate pleasure available to man or woman. I loved watching the sisters making love, but we both knew we had to get back.

I got Joanne’s attention. “Just make sure the door closes when you leave,” I said, and we left them there in the throes of ecstasy.

Entering the large room where the reception was being held, we were met immediately by Marie.

“Everyone was wondering what happened to you two,” she said, looking and speaking mostly to me. “I told your mom you were probably off fucking somewhere.”

I smiled at her. “Very astute of you,” I said, smiling mischievously.

“Then someone noticed Lisa’s cousins were missing too, and I figured you all four had gone off to fuck,” Marie said. “I just thought I’d let you know I’m jealous.” She smiled at me, and I knew she was just kidding. Well, half way kidding, at least. I knew she would have jumped at the chance to get into either Joanne’s or Crystal’s pants.

Then my mom was there, along with Lisa’s mom. “Did you two go off and fuck Lisa’s cousins?” Mom asked.

I shrugged. It was no use trying to deny it. “Mom, they wanted it. Bad. Who was I to deny them such pleasure?”

Donna, Lisa’s mom, grew pale, apparently unaware her nieces were like that. “Where are they now?” she asked.

I figured she might as well know.

“We left them still in our suite in a sixty-nine,” I said.

Donna stood there for a moment, seeming to make a decision. Then she looked at Lisa. “May I borrow your room key?” she said.

“Sure,” Lisa said with a smirk.

Before Donna walked away in the direction of our suite, she said to Lisa, “Not a word to your father about this. Just tell him I said I had a headache and wanted to lie down for a while alone in the room.”

We all watched Donna walk across and out of the large room. Then looking at each other, we laughed.

It seemed we had a total convert to our way of life.

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