Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

The Honeymoon, Lily, and Laura

By Cheryl Taggert 

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We had fun in Amsterdam for a few days, enjoying everything from the red-light district to the Anne Frank House. A lot of people there ride bicycles, and the streets have special areas for bikes and scooters, and renting a bicycle was much cheaper than it would be in the states, so that’s how we got around the city. Lisa and I fell in love with Amsterdam and plan to return one day.

That first morning after the reception we lay in bed after making love and cuddled. I wanted to discuss what had happened the day before in this bed, not so much what she and I did with her cousins Joanne and Crystal, but what her mom had done.

“So, what do you think about your mom and your cousins?” I asked.

“Holy shit!” Lisa said. “Talk about something coming out of nowhere! Mom’s like a complete freak about this stuff now.”

“Yeah,” I said, “she’s really into it. Kinda freaked me out some, too. I mean, I know you and Rachel had sex with her at my house that day, but she got this… I don’t know… this look when she found out Joanne and Crystal were back in our room having sex. I thought she might have an orgasm standing right there in the ballroom.”

“She and Rachel are rooming together. I wonder if something happened last night when they went to bed?”

“No telling. I mean, she didn’t come back to the party for over an hour when she came here to have sex with her nieces. Maybe she got enough from them and was too tired,” I said.

“It’s kinda weird knowing my mom has had sexual thoughts about me and Rachel all this time. I mean, since we were kids. I never had any idea. She must’ve been checking us out whenever she had the chance.”

“Well, I knew she was a very sexual person from our talk in your kitchen that day.”

Lisa sat up on one elbow and looked at me. “Yeah, that reminds me, you never told me about that conversation other than she wanted you to tell me all about your sexual history.”

“She’s seen the videos,” I said. Lisa knew exactly which videos I meant, the ones I made with Deanna, with one including my mom.

“Oh my God! Really?!” I nodded. “Did she guess about you and your mom? I mean that was really intimate between you two.”

“No, I don’t think so. At least she didn’t give any indication she suspected it. Maybe she did, though. I mean there she was hiding from me that she’d been lusting after you and Rachel since you were little. Maybe she wondered about it.”

“I don’t know. She was pretty shocked when she got to your house that day and caught us all naked on one bed while the twins were getting it on in the other.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” I said. “I suppose the Mom gene was in control right then. I mean she also seemed upset that you were naked while not having a problem with a couple of eleven-year-olds having sex in the next bed. Knowing what we know now, a part of her had to be turned on, like, instantly when she saw that.”

“I agree. I mean, was it for appearances? She’d never told us or anyone about her desires before, so she had to keep up the appearance of having a problem with it?”

“I guess so.”

Lisa moved to another topic, the movies. “So, my mom saw your movie, huh? What did she think of it?”

“Actually, she never said. At the time I thought she shut it down when she recognized me. She may have even said that, I don’t recall. What she did say was that something like that could cause problems for us. I told her you already knew about it because you’d watched it.”

“You told my mom I watched internet porn?”

“Sure. I mean, you obviously were sexually active. She admitted she should have already known you did.”

“Well, thanks for discussing my masturbation habits with my mom. I’m sure she appreciated it.”

“Knowing what we know now, you can bet on it,” I said with a smirk that got me a sharp goosing from my wife.

We talked to Joanne and Crystal later, and they said that when Lisa’s mom walked in, they didn’t hear her at all they were so involved in having sex. They said they heard someone clearing her throat, and because they knew we had left, they started scrambling for covers when they saw it was their aunt.

Then they noticed that their sexy aunt was also naked and was rubbing her pussy softly.

“That was so fucking wild,” Joanne said. “Before we knew it, she was in the bed and taking turns licking us. I came like crazy.”

“So did I,” Crystal said. Then looking at Lisa, she said, “And your mom’s cunt is really juicy and delicious. You should try it sometime.”

“I have,” Lisa said, and their jaws dropped while their eyes bugged.

When we saw Rachel later that morning, she was all smiles.

“Mom woke me up this morning by eating me out,” she said as if telling us it was sunny outside. “I told her after we got each other off a couple of times that she should have done something about her desires sooner. She said she thought about it a million times but always managed to talk herself out of it because she thought we’d be all warped because she had sex with us.

“Then when she found out Cheryl and her mom had been having sex since Cheryl was little,” Rachel continued, “she realized that if it was done in a loving way, there would be no problems. I know I intend to teach my kids about sex.”

“Even if you have a son?” Lisa asked.

“Hey, I’m not like you. I’m bi.”

“Oh, yeah. Forgot,” Lisa said, grinning. “But if you have a daughter will you let us have some fun with her?”

Rachel smiled at us. “Of course.”

That night Lisa and I joined her mom and Rachel for a little orgy. It was one of the best times we had while in Amsterdam. It was also the first time I had sex with Lisa’s mom. I also found that Crystal was right. Her cunt really was juicy and delicious.

After our days in that lovely city we checked out of our hotel and left to board our flight to London. Although our honeymoon had technically already begun with the fun we had with Joanne and Crystal, we were looking forward to our week there without everyone else around.

It was a short flight, just an hour, and when we landed at Heathrow, we took a long cab ride to our hotel, which was near Central London. It actually took five minutes longer to get from the airport to downtown London as it did to fly from Amsterdam to London. We were staying at the Trafalgar Hotel, adjacent to Trafalgar Square, which was an eight-minute walk to Big Ben.

In other words, we were in Heaven.

Mom had contacted the hotel to let them know we had just married in Amsterdam, and they were gracious beyond belief. A bottle of Dom Perignon was waiting in the room for us, chilling in an ice bucket. Rose petals were scattered on the bed and along the carpet when we entered the room. The manager told us that a friend of my family’s had provided a large sum of money to ensure our stay was “exquisite.” When we got back home, we found out that Cindy and Lisa’s mom had paired up to do that. Tips were not common in London, so they weren’t used to receiving money to, as they said, “do our jobs,” but they would hope that we gave them a good report upon our return home.

We have no idea how much money they had given, but we didn’t have to pay for a single meal while we were there if we ate at the hotel, and the prices were rather steep.

The second day, we chanced upon a wonderful young girl and her mother. We were walking through the Piccadilly area of the city when we saw a young girl, maybe ten-years-old, playing outside a building in a fountain. The girl was playing in the water… fully clothed in thin cotton garments.

This made the clothing totally transparent. We could easily see the girl’s nipples (stiff), as well as her butt and pussy (obviously sans panties). Her light green top and yellow shorts, which clung to her naked body beneath, may as well have been discarded on the side of the street.

Lisa and I couldn’t help but stop to watch, pretending to enjoy the girl’s antics rather than her body. The mother, however, knew better.

We were standing there, watching the girl while exchanging glances that showed our appreciation for the local scenery, when we heard a woman speak up right behind us.

“She is beautiful, isn’t she?” the woman asked in a refined English accent. “She shows such joy in her play.”

We were startled by the woman — we didn’t realize she was there — and our shock registered as we turned suddenly to face her.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. I just noticed your appreciation for my daughter,” she said.

“Yes,” I said. “She looks like she’s having a lot of fun. But won’t she get in trouble for playing in the building’s fountain?”

“Well, I suppose she could if the owners of the building took issue with her playing in their fountain. But since I’m the owner of the building as well as Laura’s mother, I doubt she will get into any trouble.” Our new acquaintance, who was very pretty and looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties, smiled at her little joke.

We chuckled as well, probably more from nerves at being observed watching this child than at the joke. Lisa tackled the public exposing of the girl’s nude body beneath the transparent clothes.

“But what about the fact her body is totally on display? Isn’t that illegal?”

“We aren’t as shocked at nudity here in Europe as you Americans are. She’s just a young girl enjoying the water,” the woman answered. “Besides, the two of you seemed to be enjoying the view.”

Lisa and I exchanged a look. I felt myself blushing, which matched Lisa’s face. Had the woman noticed our true interest in watching her daughter playing in the water?

I stammered, “Well, um, I –”

The woman chuckled. “Don’t let it bother you that your appreciation was obvious to me. I’ve seen it countless times, right here while she let the world see her nudity beneath the wet clothing. Usually, it’s men or boys, regardless of age. It’s amazing how many tented pants I’ve seen here. But sometimes we get lucky and a young woman stops to admire Laura’s body.”

“But,” Lisa managed to protest, “we weren’t looking at her body. We were just watching her having fun.”

The woman leaned closer to us. “Come now. You both were practically drooling.” We faced this woman, shock coloring our faces. “Don’t worry, dears. Your secret’s safe with me. After all, don’t you Americans always say, “It takes one to know one”? The woman smiled slyly, obviously sharing her secret with us. She appreciated her daughter’s body as well.

We were, it seemed, among friends.

Again, the woman leaned close. “My name is Lily. Laura is my daughter. When we’re in a — particular mood — we come out here and she plays in the fountain in clothing that will become unnecessary within seconds. So you see, dears, this is a fishing expedition. Laura is the bait.” Lily smiled gaily. “And it appears I’ve hooked two instead of one.”

I saw a man ogling Laura, his pants already tenting at the crotch. “Actually, three,” I said, nodding towards the man.

Lily’s reaction was immediate.

“Excuse me! You there! What do you think you’re doing?” Lily admonished, gesturing toward the man’s crotch. “She’s just a little girl!”

The man looked at the woman with wide eyes and scampered away.

When Lily came back to us, I said, “I don’t understand. If you’re fishing for people interested in your daughter’s, well, charms, why chase him away?”

“Oh, my dear, it’s obvious, isn’t it? We much prefer young ladies to men, especially Laura, who is a virgin and won’t allow a man to stick his stinking shaft into her, usually angering the man or boy. Yeah, we do have them up occasionally, but sometimes the rules are a bit restrictive for the blokes.”

That’s when it dawned on us.

“You have people up to your place to have sex with your daughter?”

“I’ll deny it if you say anything to anyone about it,” the woman said. “That’s why I’ve kept our conversation private. What we like is nobody’s business.

I glanced at Laura and she was looking our way with a saucy smile. She got out of the fountain and joined the three of us. Then holding out a wet hand for me to shake, she said, “Hello, there. I’m Laura. Won’t you come up for some tea?”

She shook hands with Lisa as well, and Lily guided us toward the building’s front door. We were escorted inside, and it occurred to me that we could be in some danger, but that feeling was short-lived as Laura shed her wet clothes and sat in a nearby chair while her mom talked to the two of us. I was distracted by Laura, who couldn’t seem  to stop running her hands over her body and stopping occasionally to stroke her bald pussy for a moment before moving on again to touch somewhere else.

“You see,” Lily began, “we enjoy sex. Laura can’t seem to get enough. Me? I like to watch others with my darling daughter. The men and boys she will masturbate or suck while allowing them to touch her and get her off with their hands and fingers or their mouths. The women, though, have the freedom to do whatever they want since they lack the equipment Laura doesn’t want inside her. And I want what Laura wants. We’re always delighted when a girl or woman gets interested. You two seem to be a bit of both. Not quite old enough to be strictly considered a woman, yet too old to be a child.”

“We’re eighteen,” I said by way of explanation.

“Oh, my. A perfect age for today’s fun. We’ve had all ages.”

“You have young girls, children, expressing interest?” I asked.

“Oh, my yes,” Lily answered. “We’ve had girls as young as Laura is. Last summer there was even one a year younger than Laura, and my daughter was nine at the time. The girl’s mother enjoyed the show as much as I did.”

“Well fuck me twice and let me die,” Lisa said, using her favorite line to express shock.

“Well, Laura can do that, too. She’s even done some fisting of older women,” Lily said in response to Lisa’s statement. Laura giggled just as Lily added, “So, then. Are you two game? Would you like to play with Laura?”

I looked at Lily, unsure how to broach this subject. “Um, is there a charge?”

“Heavens, no. We should pay you! No, this is all about enjoyment. Take all the time you need or want. I can tell you Laura is quite turned on today. She told me earlier she wanted some fun, and I’m certain she loves it that you two dishes are her reward for showing the world her sexy body beneath those clothes.”

“So what do we do?” I asked, unsure how to begin and feeling awkward.

“Anything you’d like, but I imagine you’ll enjoy it more if you’re naked.”

“What about you?” Lisa asked. “Won’t you be joining us?”

“I like to watch. You two just get started and I’ll join in by myself as your lovemaking progresses.”

I shrugged at Lisa as if to say, ‘What the hell?’ and she returned the shrug. We began to undress in front of Lily and Laura.

As we finished getting undressed, I asked Lily, “Do you mind if I ask your age?”

“Not at all,” Lily said. “I’ll be thirty next month.”

I looked at Laura, and she was smiling at Lisa and me.

“You’re both bald there, too!” she said.

“Yes, I’ve permanently removed my hair there. I like to be like I was when I was your age,” I said.

“And I like to be like my wife,” Lisa said.

“You’re married to each other?” Laura asked.

“Yes, just last week we got married in Amsterdam,” Lisa said.

“Who wants to lick me to my second orgasm of the day?” Laura said, lying back on the sofa. Lisa and I both raised our hands and laughed.

“Second orgasm?” Lily asked. “When was your first?”

“When I was squatting over the fountain and letting it jet against my clit,” the girl said.

“You are a little minx, aren’t you?” Lily said, and I watched as the girl’s mother tweaked her own nipples through her dress.

This was going to be wild.

Laura didn’t have to wait long to get her bald, little pussy licked. Lisa and I both moved between the girl’s outstretched legs and began taking turns tasting the fresh, young cunt offered to us.

Laura began to squirm right away as Lisa took her turn first. I watched as my wife licked the child, causing Laura to moan at the first contact of Lisa’s lips to her excited flesh.

By the time it was my turn, Laura was bucking her hips to increase the pressure on her clit. I was amazed that we had happened on this pair.

Lisa decided to squat over Laura’s face when the child began to beg for someone to offer a pussy for her to lick. I would have but I figured it was only fair for the one not engaged in giving pleasure to the young girl to have that opportunity.

“Oh, my God!” Lisa exclaimed as the girl’s lips and tongue began their assault of her pussy. “Cheryl’s she’s fantastic. Really knows — really knows what she’s… doing with… with her mouth.”

I couldn’t wait to experience the girl’s talent. Lisa could barely put words together to form a sentence she was so involved in the erotic sensations the child was so expertly giving her.

Meanwhile, I could hear some rustling of clothing beside me and looked to see Lily taking off her slacks, followed by her shirt. She now had only a bra and panties on. They were a gorgeous, matching set, black with lacy red trim along the edges. The waistband of the panties and the red trim at the cleavage of the bra had tiny yellow flowers spaced along them. The panties were translucent and the bra did magnificent things to Lily’s cleavage. I could see through the panties enough to know the woman was as bald as I was on her mound. Lily was sitting where I could watch her a little bit in my peripheral vision.

I continued licking Laura as her mother began to touch herself, first pinching her nipples through the fabric of the bra before reaching down to push her hand inside the panties. I wondered if masturbating would be all she’d do or if she might join us at some point.

Laura was now bucking her hips against my mouth in earnest. I felt she was getting close to orgasm, though having never seen her come before, I wasn’t sure. She’d been pretty wild since we had started.

Then Lisa began her own climax, and it was a doozey, based on the guttural moans and near screams that were echoing throughout the room. Laura kept her mouth glued to Lisa’s pussy until she had finished that orgasm, and remained there until Lisa was coming once again, this time even harder than the one before, again judging from the sounds my wife made.

I was almost jealous that a ten-year-old girl could lick her at least as well as I could, perhaps better.

Then Laura was coming, and I kept things up until she was through. Guessing the child might be as multi-orgasmic as Lisa and I were, I remained there, as she had done with Lisa, and sure enough, seconds later, she was coming again, grinding herself against my mouth as I swallowed the surprising amount of juices the girl was producing for me.

Lisa finally could take no more and climbed off the girl’s wet face. Turning over, my wife began licking her juices from the girl’s face, stopping periodically to kiss Laura and let the girl suck the juices from her tongue.

The look on Lisa’s face was priceless. She looked to be in love with the girl.

Lisa tapped me on the shoulder as Laura finished another in a series of climaxes. I moved from the girl’s hairless pussy and positioned myself over the girl’s still wet mouth. Pressing down, I felt her talented tongue make contact with my pussy.

I now knew what Lisa meant about how skilled the girl was at licking pussy. I thought I would go into orbit any second. However, she realized I was close and backed off for just a moment to allow my nerve endings to calm before moving back to full pressure. Her tongue danced around my clit.

I could hear a sound echoing in the room and it took me a moment to realize that I was the one making them. Squeals of delight and erotic joy came from deep within me. Good Lord! This girl could make money giving pussy eating lessons!

Laura began to come again, and I looked down to see my wife’s face. I could tell that if her mouth weren’t full of the girl’s tender pussy that she would be smiling knowingly at me. Her eyes seemed to say, “I wasn’t kidding, was I?”

Right after that, the world exploded. I began to come in one long orgasm that rolled right into another. I may have screamed, I’m not sure. I rode Laura’s face until I couldn’t ride it any more and remain conscious. Rolling off her, I lay on the floor beside the sofa and did my best to catch my breath and allow the sweat that was pouring off me to dry and cool me down.

At that moment, Lily began to come. She had now stripped completely, and her hand was a blur as it swiped across her cunt, bathing her fingers in the copious fluids that were pouring from her vagina. I looked at her and my eyes asked if I could have a taste of her vagina. She nodded, and I moved to where I could lick the woman’s bare pubes.

I moaned she was so tasty. Her fluids tasted clean, with a slight tartness that gave her a distinct flavor.

I brought her to another orgasm, and Lisa was there to take over for me. I looked over and saw that Laura was rubbing herself as she watched us licking her mother’s pussy. She was licking her lips absently, as if she were imagining her mother’s delicious juices.

I moved to Laura and began licking her.

Once again, I thought about our luck. What a wonderful situation to come upon.

Ten minutes later, we were all sprawled in various chairs and on the sofa. We chatted for a few minutes before finally getting up to get dressed again. That’s when we found out that mother and daughter slept together each night, living as lovers, but that they reserved their own lovemaking for their own private times. I guess I couldn’t blame them, especially Lily. That was one awesome little girl. I suddenly wondered if she’d learned her pussy-licking technique from Lily, her mother. If so, I’d love to be able to sample Lily’s talent in that area.

Then as Lisa and I left, we made a date to come back the next day.

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