Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Cheryl Taggert

“What is it, Mommy?!” Karen asked, nearly squirming with excitement. “Is it a girl?”

Beverly held the child up facing the girls for them to see. The girls stared at the baby, too numb from the knowledge of the baby’s sex to speak. Sharon’s first thought was that the baby wasn’t nearly as large as she’d thought it would be, but then something else took her attention as she stared at the baby.

“It’s a… a…” Susan said.

At that moment, Sharon let out a wail that frightened the girls and Beverly. A worried look passed over Beverly’s features. What’s happening?! she wondered.

Looking down, she nearly fainted at what she saw. “Oh, my God!” Beverly exclaimed. She was shocked to see the crown of another head poking from Sharon’s vagina.

She looked at the bewilderment and shocked pain in Sharon’s face. Stunned, Beverly struggled to find her voice and uttered, “It’s twins.”

Sharon felt as if everything came together with those words. No wonder she had felt so much larger than she’d been with Susan, and no wonder she felt as if she were under constant assault from the baby in different areas of her body. There had been two of them. Two babies the entire time.

She looked at Beverly, who was still standing there with the older twin facing them so she and the girls would know the sex. The baby was tiny, much smaller than most newborns. She saw the twin pillows of skin forming her newest daughter’s labia. She knew the girls would be thrilled, but now there was another baby coming out. Which would it be? Another sister, or a brother who could impregnate the girls, including Beverly, one day and allow their world to be complete.

Sharon found herself hoping for a boy. Certainly not for the sex, but because she wanted the girls to be able to experience this one day.

All of these thoughts raced through her mind like a bolt of lightning. It was time to push again, and she bent herself in half, or at least it felt as if she had done so. Pushing with what strength she had left, she felt first the head and then the rest of the baby’s body exit her birth canal.

She lay back, and this time she wasn’t surprised when Beverly said, “Oh my god! There’s a third one!”

Triplets? Beverly had handed the oldest of the babies to Susan to hold and cuddle while she cleaned off and patted the butt of the second child, causing the sharp intake of breath and the cry of life to fill the hut.

“Is it a boy?” Sharon asked, unable to hide the hope in her voice.

Beverly held the child up. The girls squealed with delight. “Another girl!” Karen said, excitement causing her to jump from her seat.

Beverly then turned her attention to the third baby, the one she prayed would be the last. It was amazing that Sharon had brought two babies to full term, and they appeared to be healthy but small. That she was now giving birth to the third baby seemed impossible, but there was the child’s head, crowning at the combination entrance to and exit from her body.

At the appropriate time, Sharon once again pushed with what strength she had left. The baby’s head burst into the world, followed by shoulders and body.

Beverly picked up the child and for the third time administered the life-giving smack to the baby’s butt. This time she announced the baby’s sex to them all as she noticed the dangling member at the baby’s center.

“It’s a boy!”

The girls groaned in unison, but Sharon and Beverly smiled.

“But we didn’t want a boy!” Susan whined.

“Well, honey, we can’t very well send him back,” Beverly said as she tended to the last part of childbirth, the delivery of the placentas, which had kept the babies nourished during their time in Sharon’s womb. As she did this, she talked to the girls. “I tell you what. Since with three babies, we’re going to need a lot of help, we’ll let the two of you deal with the girls for the time being. Sharon and I will deal with the boy.”

Sharon lay back, as exhausted as she’d ever been. Bringing one baby into the world was difficult enough. Giving birth to three was beyond what she thought she was capable of.

Sharon held the babies on her stomach for a while before allowing them to suckle from her breasts, which were nearly straining with the milk they carried. She prayed she would have enough for them. Beverly had said they could also give the babies coconut milk, which she knew was high in fat, something the babies would need, to help supplement their mother’s milk.

The babies took to breast feeding as if they’d done it before, which pleased Sharon immensely. Susan had not taken to it naturally, and she had worried that her oldest daughter would starve, but she finally learned how to get the nourishment she needed. The triplets, on the other hand, had no problems at all. Sharon was thankful for this.

Now that the babies had enjoyed their first meal, Sharon lay back and slept. Beverly and the girls took the infants outside and sat in the shade of a grove of palm trees. Beverly had tied off the umbilical cords with twine made from vines they had found and stripped into pieces for just this occasion.

“What’s this for?” Karen asked, indicating the twine.

“That’s to hold the cord closed until it heals. Then it will fall off and form their belly-buttons,” Beverly answered.

“Really?!” Karen said, looking down at her own navel. “You mean that’s where they come from?!”

Beverly laughed. “Yes, dear. That’s where they come from.”

Beverly watched and noticed both girls already toying with their sisters’ pussies, gently rubbing them. It appeared to calm the babies, who quickly fell asleep. When the boy became fussy, Beverly decided to try the same tactic the girls had used inadvertently to get their sisters to calm down and sleep. She began to fondle the penis, and soon the boy not only had a small erection, but he fell asleep.

Susan was looking down at her half sister, smiling. “I can’t wait to be able to put my lips on her pussy,” she said. Then she looked over at the tiny girl Karen was holding. “And hers, too,” she said.

“Yeah, that will be so nice,” Karen said. “We can teach them how to lick our pussies too.”

“Just don’t get too ahead of yourselves,” Beverly warned. “They’re still much too young to be able to ask you to stop if they don’t want you to do that.”

“Don’t worry,” Susan said. “We’ll wait, but it’s okay if they watch us, isn’t it?”

“I don’t see how that can be avoided,” Beverly said, “so, yes, they can watch us, as long as they want to, that is.”

The next day Sharon asked for help in naming the babies. “I haven’t decided what their names should be,” she said. “I was figuring we could choose the name of the baby together once we knew if it was a boy or girl. Then, I had triplets, so we are going to need two girl names and one boy name.”

Beverly and the girls looked at Sharon as she lay in her homemade bed of soft grasses and fronds. She had not slept that well the night before because she was the only one who could feed the babies. Still, she looked much better than she had immediately after giving birth to the babies.

“Can I name this one?” Susan asked, holding the oldest girl, which she had been responsible for since she had been born.

“Certainly,” Sharon said, “as long as you don’t choose something totally odd, like coconut or something.” The girls giggled at the joke.

“No, I want to name her Laura. Laura Sue.”

“That’s a wonderful name,” Sharon said, and Beverly and Karen agreed. “Sue wouldn’t be after you, would it?”

Susan grinned and blushed. “Maybe.”

Everyone looked at Karen. “Would you like to name your sister?” Sharon asked.

“Can I?” Karen was amazed that she would be allowed to do this.

“Certainly,” Sharon said.

“Then I want to name her Coconut!” she said, giggling, causing everyone else to break out in laughter.

Beverly said, “Very funny, Karen. Now, what would you like to name her, really?”

Karen thought for a moment. She looked down at the sleeping baby in her arms. Her heart swelled with love at the sight, bringing unexpected tears to her eyes. “I want to name her Amanda Karen.”

Everyone agreed that Amanda Karen would be a wonderful name. Karen beamed.

“Now, what about the name for my son?” Sharon said. Looking pointedly at the two older girls, she said, “Your brother. Whether you like it or not.”

“You and Beverly choose,” Susan said, and Karen agreed.

“Yeah, we don’t want to name him.”

“Well, we will pick his first name, but the two of you must pick his second name.”

“How about you pick his first name, and Beverly pick the second name? Then you each get a part of naming him,” Susan said. “Karen and I got to pick both names for the baby girls.”

Sharon sighed. She’d been trying to get the girls more involved with the baby boy, but it hadn’t worked as she’d hoped. “Okay, fine,” she said.

Beverly spoke up. “But the two of you must decide which of his two names he will be called.”

Sharon smiled. She liked that idea. It would force the girls to have something to do with his name. “That’s a wonderful idea!” Then she thought for a moment. “I think his first name should be Michael.”

The girls squealed in spite of themselves. They liked the name, anyway.

Beverly thought for a moment, thinking of a name that would sound good with Michael. “I think that… James would be a good second name.”

“Michael James it is, then,” Sharon announced before looking at the two girls holding their sisters. “Now, shall we call him Michael or James?”

Susan and Karen leaned into each other. After a moment, it became apparent that the girls had a different opinion. Susan kept saying, “No, I think it should be Michael.”

Likewise, Karen would say, “No, he looks more like a James to me.”

Then Susan’s eyes brightened. “I know!” she said, her face lighting up with her eyes. She leaned in and whispered to Karen, who began to grin. They had apparently reached a decision.

Susan looked at the two women. Smiling she said, “We’ve decided! We will call him ‘MJ’ for Michael James!”

So it was decided. Susan began treating Laura as if the baby were hers, and Karen did the same with Amanda. The two women tended to MJ more than both of the girls combined.

Sharon had worried that she wouldn’t produce enough milk for all three babies, but she found that fear had been unfounded. She produced plenty for all of them, even with MJ taking in twice as much as his older sisters. Sharon discovered that she could feed her son from one breast while allowing her new daughters to feed from the other in turns. The biggest problem was dealing with the crying of one daughter waiting for her turn at mama’s breast while her sister and brother were fed. Sharon realized that it was best to allow the first girl to drink enough milk to be satisfied for a while, then allow the second daughter to drink about the same amount. Then she would switch girls again until the first daughter was full. After that, the second daughter would finish her meal. All of this switching back and forth would take place while MJ got his fill from the other breast.

Life on the island was good, and the children grew.

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For the next couple of years, the two women and their young daughters raised the babies. Susan did most of the raising of Laura, and Karen did most of the mothering for Amanda. As the babies grew, the girls would place them in a penned area with MJ and allow them to watch their sisters make love. Occasionally, one or the other of the girls would look over at the improvised play pen and give instructions to the babies, even long before they could understand what was being said.

“You have to concentrate on the clit eventually so you can give us and each other orgasms,” Susan would say.

Or Karen would look at them and say, “Our boobs are very sensitive too, so don’t ignore them. I love how Susan sucks my nipples, and your mommy has said she gets turned on whenever you suck milk from her titties.”

By the time of the triplets’ fourth birthday, they had absorbed quite a bit of information from watching their sisters or their moms making love, or sometimes witnessing an orgy with all four of them together.

Not only that, but caressing the babies’ genitals helped calm them, so the babies learned that sexual stimulation was both fun and relaxing. Their lives were ideal.

By the time they were four, the triplets were no longer confined to their play pen area, of course. That had long ago been discarded. The babies would play and watch while their sisters and mothers had sex. They seemed fascinated by masturbation early in their development, since that was something they realized they could do themselves, just as their sisters and mothers were doing.

In fact, Susan and Karen would masturbate nearly every day, sitting in front of their young siblings and rubbing their pussies. It didn’t take long until the babies were joining in. They obviously loved the feelings they could give themselves, even if they weren’t having orgasms yet.

That changed on the triplets’ fourth birthday.

“Okay, girls,” Sharon said that morning. “The triplets are old enough now to tell you what they want and don’t want, so we can now begin including them in our fun.”

Karen, who was now thirteen, and Susan, now fifteen, were ecstatic about this news. The girls had begun having periods, of course, and there were many complaints about cramps, but the thought of growing up was worth it to the girls. They had even begun considering that one day their brother would indeed get them pregnant.

They had also begun to realize that the most difficult part of their fun would be to make sure he didn’t get his two younger sisters pregnant. Of course, by then the girls would be old enough to make sure that didn’t happen.

To initiate the triplets into sex with their family, it was decided that Susan and Karen would teach Laura and Amanda, while Sharon and Beverly taught MJ. The older girls took their baby sisters off to an area near the shore to have sex with them for the first time. Sharon, Beverly, and MJ, it was decided, would watch, afterword initiating the boy into family sex.

Susan, Laura, Amanda, and Karen lay next to each other while the pulse of the waves washed the shore. The older girls had instructed the younger ones what would happen while everyone else watched, and the two younger girls were excited and eager to join in. They had already begun touching each other, in addition to having learned about masturbation. They had even licked each other’s pussies, partly out of curiosity about how it felt. They had certainly watched their mothers and sisters doing that and enjoying it like nothing else any of them did. They had felt their clits grow into tiny bumps of tender flesh. Now they would learn from the sisters who had raised them.

Susan leaned into her baby sister and kissed her, urging Laura’s mouth open with her tongue. Susan herself had kissed only three people like this in her life before now, and the feeling of a fresh pair of lips and the girl’s small tongue was enough to send tingles down to her most private places. She had kissed both Laura and Amanda before, but not in this manner, only with what had been barely more than pecks.

Karen turned to Amanda after Susan and Laura had started kissing and locked her own lips onto Amanda’s. Her tongue began to explore the inside of Amanda’s mouth and the child’s tongue. Amanda seemed to take to sexual kissing with the same ease as she had taken to sucking milk from her mother’s breast. The only thing was that both young girls’ lips were too tight, too stiff.

“Loosen your mouth some,” Karen said. “Just let your lips be like small pillows for mine. Move them around, but softly.”

“Yes,” Susan said to Laura. “Karen is giving Amanda good advice about kissing. Listen to her.”

The two little ones adjusted how they were pursing their lips, and eventually got the hang of it, turning their kisses into an invitation to their older sisters to move down their bodies and kiss even softer lips.

Susan and Karen were only too happy to comply.

They kissed their way down their sisters’ bodies until they reached the soft mounds that hid their most secret places. Already, the four-year-old girls were feeling the effects of what had been happening. They could each feel a mounting sensation of swelling in their labia, a sensitivity that they’d felt on a smaller scale.

They had felt the touch of each other’s mouth on their little pussies, but today, however, they would experience what a trained mouth could do to them.

Susan and Karen leaned into their baby sisters’ pussies and began to tongue the soft folds of flesh there, flipping the tips of their tongues against the tiny clits.

Laura raised her butt off the ground as sensations she’d never felt before rippled through her. An involuntary grunt came from Amanda as she felt these same tremors of stimulation. Each of the young girls had experienced slighter versions of this when they had touched themselves and each other, as well as when they had experimented with giving each other oral love.

This, however, was different. Although they had never heard a piano played before, had they heard a world-class pianist playing immediately after a child playing a simple tune, they would have immediately understood how experience makes the difference at times like these. Their own touches and kisses down there had felt good, but the same touches and kisses from someone who knows what is there and how to make it feel its best were immensely better.

Earlier that day, Susan and Karen had discussed their baby sisters’ first attempts at real sex with someone who knew how to make love — how to make another person reach a sexual climax — and they were intent on giving their sisters their first orgasms. They knew from experience that this would seal Laura’s and Amanda’s resolve to do this as often as possible.

The girls tongued their sisters’ pussies, concentrating on their tiny clits. They could feel their baby sisters trembling from the immensity of the sensations this activity caused. The two little ones were easily more sexually stimulated than they’d ever been before. Each of the small girls’ hips would jump and shake as their big sisters’ tongues rolled across their tender buds.

Instinctively, the older girls continued their lovemaking by placing a finger at their baby sisters’ rosebuds and massaging the tiny sphincter. They would allow their tongues to dive down the little girl slits to the entrance to their immature vaginas and return to the immensely sensitive clits of the little girls, lapping up the creases as deeply as their tongues could probe without causing the children any discomfort.

Both the young girls were now moaning and panting with their heretofore unrealized need to reach their sexual peaks. They weren’t sure what was about to happen, but their sisters had told them before they had begun this that whatever feelings happen, they should allow without any hesitation.

The three voyeurs were touching themselves as well while the young teenage girls worked to bring their young sisters to their first orgasms. MJ, too, was excited.

Soon, Laura began to squeal in earnest as she felt a wave of something she’d never known before start to crest inside her. The feelings centered in her mound and seemed to radiate outward from there like the waves that were rushing onto the shore near where she lay, her bronze body exposed to nature as it had always been.

Then the tide that had been building in the child since birth burst forth, enveloping the little girl in bliss and satisfaction. It was like needing a drink of water but not knowing how good the water would taste until it was in her mouth and washing down her throat.

Amanda noticed the change in the timbre of the moans coming from her sister. She could tell that whatever wonderful feelings had been overcoming their mothers’ and older sisters’ bodies had happened to Laura, causing a type of jealousy to mount in Amanda. She wanted that feeling too. She had known for quite some time that whatever the sensation was that had coursed through the bodies of the older girls and women, she wanted it badly.

She remembered something that Karen had told her before this first real time together. Karen had said to concentrate on the feelings, especially the tingling ones in her center. She had said to block everything else out and think about making those feelings last and get even better.

She did this, and the sudden difference was astounding to the child. She seemed to be able to feel every inch of her body and what was happening to it. She could feel the touch of Karen’s tongue along her slit, especially at the small nub of her clit, that tiny button of pleasure that she’d been told all girls have.

Then the feeling grew. It seemed to grow a thousand-fold. Spasms rocked her as the waves spread from her middle outward, only to continue to ripple like the water when a pebble is thrown into it would form small waves that seemed to grow from the starting point in ripple after ripple.

She, like Laura, fell in love with the sensations that were flooding her body. Things would never be the same again. She knew that this was the special feelings that her moms and sisters had talked about for as long as Amanda could remember.

She lay back with a sigh and suddenly wondered if her brother was capable of having those same sensations.

After the two young girls caught their breath, Susan and Karen told them it was their turn to lick their older sisters.

The two cherubs eagerly situated themselves between their older sisters’ legs and eyed the wet slit before them. They had looked forward to this as much as getting that special feeling.

Overwhelmed by the lust in the acts being performed before them, Beverly and Sharon had reached their own orgasms at the moment that Amanda had reached hers. MJ continued to play with himself.

Laura and Amanda watched as their sisters took the time to point out where their clits were, which was the same location as their own — right at the top where the two inner lips met to form what was known as the clitoral hood.

“You can explore anywhere you want in there, just make sure you don’t leave that place alone for too long,” Susan instructed.

“And be sure to play with our rosebuds just as Susan and I played with yours,” Karen added.

Then the two older girls lay back and allowed their baby sisters to perform cunnilingus on their older sisters for the first time. It would certainly not be the last time, however.

Susan and Karen felt the tongues tentatively touching their clits, which spasmed at the delicious contact. Each girl knew she would not take long to climax.

Soon, Laura and Amanda were licking their sisters’ cunts as if they’d been born to do it, and in a way they had. Susan’s and Karen’s mounds poured their fluids into the eager mouths of their baby sisters.

The mothers watched with mounting fascination as the two four-year-olds demonstrated how ready they had been to take this crucial step. Sharon and Beverly felt as though their cunts were literally dripping. When Beverly reached down to touch her slit, she had been shocked at the amount of moisture there. She realized that the idea that she was dripping had not been an exaggeration.

Within two minutes of the moment Laura and Amanda had first placed their tongues on their older sisters’ mounds, Susan and Karen had begun their orgasms.

Grunts of “UH! UH! UNH!” filled their ears. Guttural moans came from the two older girls as they reached their peaks almost simultaneously.

When they had finished and caught their breath, they pulled their baby sisters up to them and kissed them, continuing their explorations with their tongues as they tasted their own tangy juices on the mouths, tongues, and cheeks of the young girls.

Then they stood up on wobbly legs and led Laura and Amanda over to their mothers who also kissed the children in a way they never had before, savoring the moment and the newness of the situation.

Sharon and Beverly stood up, taking MJ by the hand, and the four girls sat down in their places.

They led their son to the place where the four girls had just finished making love and lay the boy down.

Twenty minutes later, he had experienced things he never had before, and the two women had taught him many things. They had each reached their peaks, MJ for the first time.

Life for the family was better than they ever thought possible when they had first arrived. Now, this island was their home, and they realized that even if they were found, they probably would not want to leave its shores.

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