Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by  JetBoy

Tammy and Mist followed me in their car as I negotiated the twisting roads that led to my home. Once arrived, I ushered them inside; and once the door had closed behind us we stood there for a moment, grinning foolishly at one another, ready for anything.

“How about dinner?” I finally said.

This met with enthusiastic approval, and I invited Mist and Tammy into the kitchen to join me while I threw something together. They wanted to help, so I dug into my larder, and the three of us pitched in to conjure up a lovely supper of pasta with marinara sauce, a salad and garlic bread. I opened a nice Cabernet, and we sat down to our humble feast and tucked in.

I was incredibly hungry, and my guests clearly were as well, so we made short work of the meal. The mood was one of exuberance. Fixing dinner with Tammy and Mist had been a lot of fun, and we couldn’t stop smiling and giggling as we ate.

The wine turned out to be excellent, and we called on Mist to make a toast. She stood, looked back and forth at her mother and I, then raised her glass and softly said, “To us.”

“To us,” Tammy and I echoed — and when I glanced into my friend’s eyes, I seemed to fall into them. We gazed at each other for an eternity that only lasted for a few seconds, and something passed between us, something warm and beautiful. I think that was when I first realized that this was more than one of my casual lesbian sex romps. Much more.

Then I turned to Mist, who gave me a smile as big and bright as the sun, and I felt a surge of adoration for her, too.

I wasn’t sure what was happening to me, but I liked it — and rising from my seat, I purred, “I think we’ll have dessert in the bedroom.” Taking the bottle of wine, I beckoned Tammy and Mist to follow, adding, “Leave the dishes,” with a wink.

We climbed the stairs, a tangible excitation in the air that seemed to positively crackle. The lovemaking we had enjoyed earlier now seemed like a mere appetizer, and we were already ravenous for more. I ached to sample every imaginable sexual delight with this pregnant goddess and her luscious nymph of a daughter. As for Tammy and Mist, they were clearly eager to explore their new relationship as lovers.

Entering my bedroom, I set down the wine bottle and turned to my guests, only to have both mother and daughter take me in their arms. I wrapped my arms around their bodies, and we simply held each other for a long, lovely while. Then I sought out Tammy’s mouth with my own, and we enjoyed a gentle French kiss. Then Tammy turned to her daughter, their mouths meeting, tongues dancing. When Mist kissed me I melted into her, licking at her lower lip, and she sucked playfully at my tongue.

Our kisses grew increasingly urgent, and our hands began to wander and explore the curves and planes of each other’s bodies. Mist’s fingers were toying with my right nipple as I slid a hand beneath her mother’s top to stroke her swollen belly, while Tammy’s tongue trailed its way around the edge of my ear. Our heartbeats seemed to accelerate in unison, the excitement level increasing dramatically by the second.

And then we were undressing each other — but slowly, teasingly, as if we had all the time in the world to make love. A button unfastened here, a portion of skin bared there, the sound of a zipper being tugged down… we were playing out a slow dance of seduction, making each moment count. I tugged Mist’s tank top up and off, bent to place a soft kiss upon her shoulder, then stepped out of my panties when Tammy slid them down to my ankles. No words were spoken — none were needed.

Soon we were all naked, and Mist squealed “Come on!” followed by a flying leap onto my bed, where she bounced excitedly, as if she were eight instead of fourteen.

I glanced over to Tammy, standing beside me. She smiled and took my hand, and we padded over to the bed, climbing aboard next to Mist, whose eyes were aglow with lust. “I wanna watch you guys fuck now,” she cooed.

To hear those wicked words from this sweet young girl… well, my libido was aflame in an instant. I turned to Tammy and seized her in my arms, claiming her luscious mouth with my own. She matched my passion and then some, her tongue darting between my parted lips.

We lay down together, still locked in a fierce embrace. Tammy was fucking my mouth with her tongue, grinding her pregnant body into mine. I dragged my nails down her back, and she broke away long enough to moan “Oh… I love that!”

Her ass demanded to be groped — and I obliged, kneading her generous buttocks with hands that hungered to touch, to fondle, know every inch of this magnificent woman.

My mouth, however, was watering for Tammy’s cunt, and it would not be denied.

Pulling away, I quickly positioned Tammy on her side, then twisted around to burrow my face between her thighs. No gentle nuzzlings were wanted now… I plunged into her sex, a greedy mouth drinking deep from a lover’s body.

A shiver flickered through me as I felt Tammy placing hot, open-mouthed kisses upon my own cunt — then I inhaled sharply as her tongue probed into the vaginal tunnel, wriggling about deliciously. Tammy’s chin was brushing my engorged clitoris, making my body jolt with her every movement.

The entire lower half of my face seemed to be coated with her essence, and I still craved more. Drinking deep from the chalice of my lover’s sex, I suddenly wondered if she tasted different because of her pregnancy. I imagined going down on her right after she gave birth, soothing her aching vagina even as I sampled and savored what new flavor her cunt might have.

Tammy and I lay curled on our sides, pleasuring one another with ardent mouths, our bodies forming a sweet circle of womanhood — a circle with an unborn child nestled in the center. Can the baby feel this, sense our loving from inside her mother’s womb? I wondered. As I ate Tammy’s juicy cunt, I slipped a hand between our bodies and placed it on her belly, wanting to convey all the warmth and joy I felt at that moment to the little one.

Then I felt a crazy surge of joy as Tammy placed her hand atop mine, squeezing it as if to say that she knew my wishes, and shared them. It was a beautiful moment that sent my arousal — and my love — soaring.

My response was to grind my face even deeper into Tammy’s wet flesh, going down on her with everything I had. No subtlety here — my objective now was to make her come and come hard. I rolled my tongue around the walls of her vagina, then withdrew to shift my attention to the hard nub of her clitoris, which I sucked between my lips.

Tammy took my cue, quickly moving to envelop my throbbing clit with the warmth of her mouth — and then we were off, both of us passengers on a mad roller coaster of sexual rapture that wrenched us this way and that, ever moving faster, faster; knotting into tangles of pure velocity that swiftly untied themselves, only to twist together all over again; whizzing past blurred flashes of ecstasy, barely glimpsed through speed-narrowed eyes.

Oh, my stars, what a wild ride it was. And it steadily grew ever more intense as Tammy and I each licked and sucked and nibbled at the other’s pleasure button. I was spinning, whirling helplessly as that damned roller coaster somehow trapped itself on a loop-the-loop, increasing its speed on each go-round — gravity tearing at me like an insane thing as the world raced by spinning, spinning, spinning —

And then I was coming, wrenched free from the weird whirligig and flying headlong through space, body strobing to the impossible poundpoundpound of my heart, each beat in perfect rhythm with the throbbing of my orgasm. I plummeted to earth, but somehow never felt myself land.

Finally, my eyes fluttered open.

I was greeted by the sight of Tammy’s beautiful cunt, the glistening pink flesh nearly hidden within a thick bush of auburn curls. I moved in to press an affectionate kiss inside the dewy flower, then rested my cheek upon my new lover’s inner thigh. A blissful, serene haze enveloped me, and I felt a sudden flush of warmth course through my limbs as Tammy lightly nuzzled my own still-tingling sex.

Then I felt soft hands caressing my body, and I rolled away from Tammy to peer up at the beaming face of Mist, who now knelt beside us. “Gosh,” she whispered, her eyes moist as she stroked her mother and me, “that was… that was awesome.”

I was out of breath and a bit dizzy, but the sight of this naked girl rejuvenated me, made me want her. Raising myself into a sitting position, I drew Mist into my arms, covering her mouth with my own. My lips were sticky with Tammy’s wetness, and the cute teen moaned happily as she tasted and delighted in the flavor of her mother.

Tammy was now hugging her daughter from behind, adorning Mist’s neck with heated, open-mouthed kisses. A prickle of excitement raced through me as Tammy trailed her tongue up to the girl’s ear, pausing to nip at the lobe in a playful fashion. Mist swiveled around to gaze at her, and a lust-filled glance passed between them that made my heart skip a beat. Then their mouths crushed together as they embraced, mother and daughter lost in the forbidden pleasures of incest.

Then Tammy gently broke their kiss, turned to me and with a wicked smile cooed, “C’mon, Carly… I think Mist needs both of us to get her off.”

Tammy and I lay the girl down between us and began to touch her, gossamer-light caresses that traveled the length and breadth of her body. She sighed contentedly, lulled into relaxation. But as our touches became less gentle, more intimate, Mist began to squirm in arousal.

Then we began to love her with our mouths as well as our fingers — barely-there kisses, light tongue flicks and teasing love bites intended to drive her frantic with lust. Soon she was moaning in our arms as we lavished affection on her bare body. We were careful, though, not to make Mist come, wanting to take her to the absolute limit of pleasure — and beyond! She would have to beg us for release.

By now I was sucking on Mist’s toes, sending delicious shivers through her slim frame while Tammy licked at her daughter’s nipples. I could see her hand tucked between Mist’s thighs, fingers lightly stroking at the girl’s slit.

Mist was writhing helplessly, eyes wild as she mewled in desperation. “Oh, Mommy,” she gasped, “Carly. P-please… let me — ohhhhh, I need to, to…”

In spite of her entreaties, we continued to tease her for just a bit longer. Then Tammy’s eyes met mine, and she gave me a nod.

I quickly crawled between the redheaded nymph’s slender thighs, opened her cunt with my fingers and kissed the sweet pinkness inside. Tammy was manipulating Mist’s clitoris with her fingers as I allowed my tongue to slide deep into the girl’s vagina. She tasted wonderful — tart and juicy as an exotic fruit.

I began to tongue-fuck my teenage lover, gazing up the length of her form to watch Tammy enjoy her daughter’s breasts — suckling them, then teasing the pert nipples with her teeth. Mist’s head was thrown back, mouth slack as she cradled her mother’s face to her chest. Her body was quivering from head to toe. She was going to come soon, and her climax promised to be one for the record books.

Eager to take this young lesbian even higher, I brought my hand into play as I continued to suck at Mist’s dripping cunt, placing the tip of a finger against the moist cleft between her buttocks. A shudder flickered through her body at that — and as she sucked in a lungful of air, I slid the finger all the way into her anus with a single steady stroke.

And then Mist exploded in a surge of pleasure that had the girl thrashing about like a wild mare, her heels drumming a tattoo on the mattress as she came. God, did she come. It was all I could do to hang on and not be thrown from the bed by the helpless thrusts of her hips. I held firm, though — my mouth glued to Mist’s sex, tongue probing her. I was rolling my finger around inside the teen’s anus, moving it in tight little circles… and that only made her buck all the harder.

Tammy and I carried Mist through the arc of her ecstasy, keeping it going until she had climaxed at least four times in succession. Finally she lay limp, her eyes glazed, panting as if she’d just completed a marathon.

I lifted my face from between Mist’s thighs as Tammy turned to me, the two of us coming together in a brief but passionate kiss of celebration. Finally we broke apart and lay down alongside Mist, cuddling her between us.

We three lay entwined for a long, wonderful while — serene and contented, occasionally exchanging soft kisses and taking warm swallows of wine from the bottle I’d brought upstairs.

I was amazed at how good it felt – just being with these beautiful women. When it came to relationships, I’d always kept things on a casual basis. I just liked playing the field too much, sharing my bed with a steady stream of willing and curious females. But the warmth and affection that I felt in the arms of Tammy and Mist was something else again. It was as if I’d been magically transformed into a teenager with an enormous crush — and I loved it!

The three of us didn’t leave the house or put on a stitch of clothing from that Friday night until early Sunday. Well, I threw on a dressing gown when we had Chinese take-out delivered on Saturday night, but otherwise it was all nude, all the time. Mist had made plans to meet with friends on Saturday, but she called them to beg off, claiming she had a headache. And for an amazing forty hours or so, Tammy, Mist and I indulged our every sense in a wild bacchanalia of pleasure that the gods on Olympus might have envied.

We made love again and again in every combination, three new lovers exploring every part, every inch of each other’s bodies. We fucked ourselves into exhaustion, dozed, then awakened to fuck once more. We’d unwind from our orgies in the hot tub, though even in there we’d make out — which sometimes got the love play going all over again.

And when we weren’t engaged in carnal delights, there were many other ways to pass the time. We watched a Bollywood film from my DVD collection, danced naked to Sixties soul records, fed each other chocolate cake with our fingers, even had an impromptu yoga session. I read to Tammy and Mist from the love poems of John Donne, and Tammy told our fortunes with a Tarot deck I had lying around. As for Mist, she fell in love with my tabby cat Percival, and played with him every chance she got.

But that wasn’t all — we also shared our souls. I found myself opening up to Mist and Tammy in a way I seldom did with my lovers, giving them the chance to see me as I honestly was… all the while getting to know them better, too.

And Tammy and Mist were discovering one another in a different way — mother and daughter adding a sexual dimension to their relationship, joyfully exploring a new life together as women in love.

There was one more particularly special moment that I want to tell you about. We were curled together on the bed, all flushed and glowing from our lovemaking. We’d just engaged in an oral daisy chain; the three of us licking each other’s cunts at the same time.

Anyhow, Mist twisted around to smile at her mother and murmured, “Say, Mom… do you have one of those strap-on cock thingies?”

Tammy arched an eyebrow at her daughter. “Well… yes, I do. Why do you ask?”

Blushing sweetly, Mist replied. “Um, I’m — well, the thing is, I’m still a virgin, Mom… and I’d kinda like for you to be my first fuck.”

Tammy’s eyes widened. “Mist!” she gasped, “Is that… are you sure that’s what you want? You shouldn’t rush into–”

Mist placed a finger against her mother’s lips to shush her. “It’s been a fantasy of mine, Mom,” she whispered. “Ever since I knew that I wanted you. God, I’ve made myself come so many times, just imagining you on top of me, taking me with your cock… totally making me yours.” She cupped Tammy’s cheek, her eyes shining with love.

Tammy was overcome with emotion. “Oh… oh, my God, Mist,” she breathed, her eyes suddenly moist. “I don’t know what to say…”

Mist sighed happily. “I… I never believed it could actually happen, Mom. It was just a, a crazy dream I used to get myself off. But now that we’ve made love…” She touched her mother’s swollen belly. “I know you can’t fuck me just yet… but — after the baby is born, I hope you will, Mom. You’ll b-be making my dream come true.” She took her mother’s hand, pressing it to her lips. “Oh, Mom — please say yes! I don’t want anyone but you to do it…”

Tammy stared at the ceiling. “How can I say no?” she whispered, her face alight with wonder. She turned to Mist. “Sweet baby,” she cooed, “If you want me to be your first, nothing would make me happier.” She drew Mist close, cradling the teen’s face to her breasts. Then she glanced at me, her eyes brimming with happy tears. “I’ve got a date with my little girl, Carly,” she whispered. “She wants me to fuck her.”

I was on the verge of tears myself, overwhelmed by this incredible love between mother and daughter. “I think it’s a beautiful thing, Tammy… and you are a very lucky woman.”

Then we were all hugging… and it was only moments before the three of us were making love again, our lust rekindled.

Our weekend was a wonderful vacation from the cares of the world, and I was sorry to see it end. Tammy had to work on Sunday, though, and I’d committed myself to a staff meeting at the clinic that same afternoon. So mother and daughter bid me a fond goodbye, we kissed passionately, and I waved as they slowly drove away.

Ah, but before they left, Tammy and Mist made plans with me to get together for dinner on Monday night at a local French restaurant. It was a marvelous evening, too. We enjoyed a fine meal, then nipped back to their place for fun and games. All of which, needless to say, we played naked.

Over the next few weeks the three of us spent every spare moment in each other’s company, and that included more than a few overnight sleepovers. I even drove Mist to school one morning and, wicked woman that I am, fingered her to a lovely orgasm before I dropped her off.

The sex continued to be nothing short of incredible, and the time I spent with Tammy and Mist with our clothes on was a joy, too. Getting to know them both, as friends and lovers, moved me to reevaluate a few things I’d always taken for granted about myself. As I mentioned earlier, I’d always been one for casual, commitment-free relationships. Oh, there had been roommates, in my less affluent days, but I had never shared my personal space with a lover, and shunned serious romance as if it carried the plague. I’d been a player, jumping into bed with any available female that took my fancy.

But the hours, the days, the nights spent with Mist and Tammy had me wanting something different.

Suddenly I wasn’t seen at the Hot Spur on Fridays, trolling for young cuties. I abandoned the lesbian chat room. I bought a very expensive new outfit — complete with sexy underwear — just to dazzle Tammy and Mist for a night out on the town. I sent them flowers and spent hours making each of them a personalized mix CD. They had an ice cream cake delivered to my door, festooned with pink frosting hearts. Then there was the night that they tied me to a chair in my living room and performed for me, doing a nicely choreographed song-and-dance rendition of “I Only Have Eyes for You,” while stripping naked, one item of clothing at a time… then they got into a mother-daughter sex show on the floor at my bound feet that nearly gave yours truly a heart attack — not to mention got me so fucking wet that I had to have the chair professionally cleaned. I wouldn’t let Tammy pay for it, either.

After three weeks of this craziness, I knew I was in love.

It shook me up, I’ll tell you… but I was determined not to let this chance for happiness slip through my fingers. I invited Tammy and Mist over for dinner on Friday, then spent a couple of days making preparations.

By the time the doorbell rang on Friday, I was a bundle of nerves… but as I opened the door to let them in, all the tension that was churning through my tummy simply melted away at the sight of their smiling faces. I was a woman in love, and everything was perfect.

We dined on a sumptuous feast of chicken in a orange glaze, a wild rice casserole and steamed vegetables, with black bottom pie for dessert. Then I brought out a bottle of vintage Reisling, and we toasted one another. Then, my heart racing with excitement, I took out three tiny black velvet boxes and gave one apiece to Tammy and Mist.

I watched as mother and daughter opened the boxes, then flipped the top of my own. Their eyes widened in unison at the sight of the trio of matching rings I had purchased.

And I simply said, “I love you both, and I want to be a part of your lives. Tammy, Mist… will you marry me?”

The next thing I knew, we three were hugging tightly, all of us sobbing as we tearfully exchanged vows of devotion. I was deliriously happy and, truth be told, a little wistful that I’d spent so many years running away from this kind of love.

Before long our hugs and kisses began to grow increasingly heated, so we tiptoed up the stairs to the bedroom, shedding our clothes as we went. By the time we reached my bed – our bed — we were all naked and ready to play. And play we did, losing ourselves in an evening of wild sex that I still remember vividly. All the heat and passion we had already explored together was there, now flavored with the spice of romance.

A few weeks later, we had a small ceremony in which Tammy and I were joined together, as lovers and life partners. Mist slipped the rings on our fingers, which all our friends thought was adorable — but nobody noticed that she wore a ring of her own, one exactly like ours.

So Tammy and I were united as a couple. Everyone cheered, we had a great party afterward, toasts were made, confetti was thrown. Then my lovers and I waved goodbye to the guests, jumped in the car and squealed away in a crunch of gravel for our honeymoon. I’d borrowed a vacation house in Costa Rica from a friend of mine, and we spent two weeks there, celebrating our new life together.

*****

That was five years ago. The three of us are still together, still blissfully content.

Mist attends a local college, and occasionally enjoys herself with other girls, some of whom she brings home to romp with in her room. But she always returns to the big bed that her mother and I share, where we three renew our secret bond, this wondrous triangle of love and lust that unites us.

Oh, and then there’s the fourth member of our happy household — the one who brought us together in the first place, when you think about it.

Pony Myrtle Parker was born nearly a month after our ceremony. The birth was performed by a midwife I know, so it took place in our home. After the midwife had shared a congratulatory glass of wine with us and departed, Mist and I undressed and climbed into bed with the new mother to make gentle love to her. And yes, we both took turns going down on Tammy, soothing her vagina with our mouths as she nursed our daughter.

That was such an amazing experience that we made it part of our sex lives for awhile — Tammy, Mist and I sharing our bodies as lovers while Pony fed at her mother’s breast, all four of us gloriously nude.

I still carry a picture in my mind — an image viewed while lying between Tammy’s thighs, mouth buried in her red pubes as I drink of her thick, sweet nectar. I’m gazing at Mist’s flawless bottom as she perches upon her mother’s face; then at Tammy, happily licking at the juicy cunt of her daughter. And all the while, little Pony is nestled in Tammy’s arm, taking milk from her mommy’s nipple. I’m not sure I’ll ever have a lovelier erotic memory.

Unless it happens to be the night, two weeks after Pony’s birth, when Tammy kept her promise to Mist and took her daughter’s virginity. I prepared Mist for her mother, licking her slit while she sucked at the seven-inch latex cock that jutted proudly from her mother’s waist.

It was a breathtaking sight, watching Tammy lower her naked body onto that of her daughter, slowly entering Mist until the tip of her cock rested against the girl’s hymen. Tammy and I each took one of Mist’s hands… fingers entwining as our virgin lover inhaled deeply, bracing herself for her mom’s penetration.

Mist cried out loud when Tammy’s cock broke through the thin membrane, her face contorting with pain. She wouldn’t allow her mother to pull out, though, wrapping her legs around Tammy’s ass to hold her in place while she waited for the hurt to lessen… trying her best to accommodate the seven inches of latex that filled her. Finally she whispered, “Okay, Mom, I’m ready… just go slow.”

God, it was beautiful. The tears were still drying on her cheeks, but Mist’s face gradually grew radiant with joy as Tammy began to move her hips — only an inch or two at a time, at first.

And soon mother and daughter were really fucking, their bodies grinding lewdly, mouths pressed together in the most torrid of French kisses. I frantically masturbated while I watched my lovers from a ringside seat, right next to them on our bed.

It was a hell of a night, one that left Mist with an abiding passion for strap-on sex. And the little minx loved to fuck — every bit as much as she loved to be fucked. Tammy’s cock, along with a few other bad-girl toys that we owned, became a crucial part of our collective sex life after that night.

Pony is four now and about to begin nursery school, the most charming, delightful child imaginable. I certainly never saw myself as the maternal type, back in those younger, wilder days, but raising Pony together with my lovers has brought me a profound sense of fulfillment. Corny as it sounds, I consider myself blessed.

Our little girl understands that Tammy and I are a couple, and has even seen us make love a few times… but we are keeping big sister Mist’s role in our sex lives a secret from Pony until she is old enough to understand.

It was Mist who was the first to bring up the subject of bringing Pony into our incestuous relationship, broaching the idea soon after the child had turned three. Mist adores her baby sister, and wants her to be a part of the passion and pleasure that she, her mother and I have shared for five years.

We spent hours discussing the pros and cons of making love to our little girl. In the end, Mist’s heartfelt arguments won the day.

Here’s what we finally decided. Pony is already comfortable in a lesbian household where open nudity and sex are part of our everyday life, and we have always been very physically affectionate with her. When she turns seven, Tammy, Mist and I will sit our child down and tell her about our secret love life, then offer Pony the chance to join the three of us in bed. Mist has already staked her claim on making love to her little sister first, but Tammy and I are also ready and willing to teach our daughter all about the joys of the lesbian life. And knowing Pony as we do, we are all confident that she will say yes.

It’s a wonderful feeling, imagining that day, less than three years from now, when we hope to make Pony our new lover. And this anticipation we feel only seems to grow in intensity with the passage of time. Our little girl might make some adorable remark, or skip happily through the living room, or sprawl naked before the television, giggling at a Bugs Bunny cartoon — and Tammy and I will share a secret smile, or Mist will give us both a saucy wink as we dream of the magical night when our sweet trio will become a quartet.

The End