Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Jan Vincent

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

{ This story was originally posted at Nifty in July 2011 }

1. Calliope

Apollo’s carriage had passed countless times from east to west, and my sisters and I were still on this deserted island, being punished by our hateful father Zeus. I had begged for mercy, to no avail. “It is my fault,” I cried. “I am the oldest of the Muses. I, Calliope, am responsible for my sisters’ misdeeds and no one else. Please, dear father, forgive us, because we have sinned against you.” Despite my sincerity, our father didn’t heed my plaints, my contrition, my pain.

We tried to conjure the help of Ares, as he was a mighty warrior, whose knowledge of the martial skills could deliver us from our undeserved prison. He didn’t heed us, though. He did not wish to enrage Zeus for a mere nine women who had disobeyed the Father of the Gods.

Hera would not help us either, as she had never looked upon us with a benevolent eye. Hera was indeed an irascible, jealous spouse. Hera had never forgiven her brother and husband to have slept with our mother Mnemosyne nine times. And nine times she gave forth a female child, one more beautiful than the other, with strands of gold covering her heads and clear eyes. Nine Muses to spur the mortals on to spawning poetry, songs and tragedies. Nine muses so the gods would seek laughter and knowledge of their dwellings in the sky. Nine muses to engrave humankind’s actions onto stone or papyrus, so that no one would forget past crimes or heroic deeds.

Our mother Mnemosyne was now a frail old woman who had never dared to question our father’s tyranny. Even the mortals were afraid of Zeus, building temples to appease him, while us Muses, the inspiration of gods and mortals alike, were forgotten and forsaken on this wretched island.

With nostalgia I remembered the days when my sisters Euterpe, Erato and Terpsichore sang Sappho’s poems, exulting the beauty of women, the love of women, the longing of women. They sang it not as seriously as the poems of the Great Poetess demanded. They sometimes mocked Sappho’s passion by declaring each other’s devotion to Aeolus, while the windy god blew them away with false promises of endless love. They were young and knew no better, I must add in their defense. In any case, youth should be careless and free, filled with joy and laughter, and indeed my sisters and I were all that and much more.

The island where the Minotaur had lived, before being slain by Theseus, was now ours alone. We still could see the labyrinth where the monster had dwelled and fed on young women to curb his appetite and spare the life of the island’s inhabitants. Since the Minotaur was no more, all the islanders had mysteriously disappeared as if that very place had been cursed by the gods. Too many crimes had been committed to placate the monster. Too many crimes had been carried out to justify the unjustifiable.

Nowadays only wild goats and boars could be seen wandering across the green pastures. Sheep, horses and donkeys seemed to have disappeared along with their wicked masters. Struck by hunger, Erato succeeded in improvising a bow, her green eyes filled with pure pride, showing us what she had done with a piece of wood and a string of her lyre. Many attempts after, she shot her first wild goat, making us jump for joy. We would starve no more. Even we Muses had to eat, or we would suffer the eternal ache of an empty stomach. I was sure that Zeus had planned it that way, to castigate us with starvation. We would not die of it, oh no. We were as immortal as he was. His goal was to make us suffer and endure a thousand deaths, crippling us, punishing us relentlessly till the end of days.

Indeed, our first days on the island were not simple. Melpomene would harangue us, reminding us that the life-paths of the gods were often tragic. She filled us with fear of what the future might have in store for us. It soon became obvious that to remain warm and well nourished was no simple task for nine young women used to the instant gratification of their needs when they lived under the roof of the Palace of the Gods. On this island we lacked Bacchus, who would bring us delicious wine; Artemis, who would offer us the bounty of her effortless hunting; the naiads, who would bathe us; the dryads, who would supply us with abundant firewood for the winter; and the other nymphs, our lovers and companions.

There was a time when we thought our situation was desperate. We all wished to be mortals, so we could find peace and cross the river Styx and meet the infernal Hades. But none of that came to pass.

Little by little our simple existence improved, our skills became sharper, our eyes quicker, our muscles stronger. We became fearless hunters, able to wield the swords and shoot the bows as any mortal man or hero. We learned how to weave our own chitons, himations and mantles. We learned how to bathe ourselves in the running streams. We now knew how Hephaestus produced fire — a lesson, taught by the dryads, which Clio had recorded in her scrolls.

***

2. Clio

My scrolls… I am unable to remember how many times my sisters had poked fun at me every time I registered an adventure experienced, a lesson learned, a song sung.

“You should live,” said Thalia, “not write your life away.”

“It’s my life,” I replied, “and I will do as I please.”

“Come and dance with us, Clio,” said Terpsichore, while she waved her body in an erotic dance with her favorite nymph.

And I would steadfastly reply, “It’s my life, and I will do as I please.”

Now all my sisters, older and wiser, recognized the importance of my scrolls and exhorted me to continue my work. I noted down every change in our bodies and minds since we were expelled from Mount Olympus. I noted down when Thalia, our youngest sister, decided to walk and hunt naked. I noted down when Polyhymnia and Urania followed suit, saying that our chitons and himations were no longer needed.

“Wait till the winter,” I observed.

Euterpe turned to me and smiled. “Clio, you’re right, as always. But let them be. They are young and they will learn that for themselves.”

“Foolish they are, though,” I maintained. “Hunting naked… Such nonsense.”

“You utter those words, because you don’t know what love is.”

I looked at Erato, puzzled. “What do you mean? What love has to do with cavorting around naked?”

“Everything.” Erato kept grinning at me, as if she were mad.

“I still don’t understand.”

“That’s my point.”

“No, that’s not the point. Because I know what love is. I was in love once.”

“With whom?” asked my sister Melpomene with eager wide eyes.

“Ares,” I stated, blushing a little.

“Ares?” Melpomene said. “But he’s a man! How can you be in love with a man? Don’t you know that men only love young boys? And their toys?”

“Toys?” I was again mystified.

“Everything with pointed ends, like spears, penises and swords.”

“But you are a woman, and you do like fingers and the like.” Then I raised my hand, making my fingers move. “Don’t you see? Is that pointed enough?”

It was time for my sister Melpomene to gain color in her golden-tanned cheeks. “Yes, but that’s different.”

“How different?”

“Different. I like fingers and tongues, not penises and swords.”

Calliope, Erato and myself laughed at our sister’s remark. Melpomene could be amusing at times, in spite of her love for drama and tragedy.

***

3. Euterpe

If my sister Clio was in love with an unattainable man, I certainly wasn’t. Although I don’t necessarily agree with Melpomene, I can understand her dislike of men. She had never met a sympathetic one, whereas I had. Hercules had always been my hero. I admired his virility, his courage and his strength. But he was a mortal, and goddesses were not supposed to mate with mortals. Zeus, our so jealous father, had forbidden us to approach mortals for our sexual needs. But he was so handsome and I was so in love with him that I couldn’t resist. We made love… and Zeus punished not only me but all my sisters, sending us to this island, where no wretched soul lived.

My love for Hercules diminished in strength before long. I forget how many times Apollo’s carriage crossed the sky from east to west while I waited for him at the beach, staring at the sea, my eyes oblivious to the waves and the sea birds that hovered above. Eventually I realized Hercules was not coming; I would not be rescued from my fate. I cried and cried and cried. My only solace were my sisters, who had never blamed me for our shared fate. Their love for me had always amazed me. It was pure, true and simple.

From time to time I would return to the beach with Erato and Terpsichore, my favorite sisters. We all loved music and poetry, so we would sit on the soft sand, and sang and played together. Despite Clio’s cautionary words, we had joined our younger sisters in their decision to walk around unclothed through the island. I felt free, unencumbered, and sexually daring. It was only a shame there was no one to share my sexual desire with. Or was there?

Unconsciously I had noticed how my sisters looked increasingly attractive with their tanned, vigorous yet feminine bodies. It was impossible not to, for they had forsaken their chitons for now. However, we had never considered anything sexual between us. It was normal enough for brothers and sisters to get married in the Palace of the Gods: Zeus and Hera, for one. But sex between sisters was unheard of, I thought. Or was I wrong?

This preoccupation made me seek Clio’s advice. Probably she could find an example of such love in her scrolls. On the other hand, Clio was known to be as prude as our mother’s archrival Hera… What to do? I wondered. Would she be horrified with me? Would she blame me for our fate this time, for being a wanton woman, who was unable to control her sexual hunger? Even if that meant to seek love with my own flesh and blood?

After a long while, for my body and soul ached so, I decided to unbosom myself to my wisest sister: Calliope. Grabbing her hand I made her come with me to the very beach where I had waited for Hercules senselessly.

Unlike our younger sisters and myself, Calliope was fully dressed with a clasp-fastened chiton, her long braided blond hair atop her head. Her serene face was intrigued, her lips set in an undefined smile.

“So, dear Euterpe,” she said, as she sat on the sand, “tell me what is on your mind.”

“I don’t know how to start.”

“Is this still about Hercules not coming?”

“No.” I shook my head. “Hercules is not coming. I know that now.”

Calliope crooked her head, widening her smile, more intrigued than ever. “So, what’s the problem then?”

“I was wondering if… Our father has punished us because I had sex with a mortal… But… he never… said anything about having sex with other gods.”

“No, he hasn’t,” she confirmed.

“Then…” I catch my breath, unable to go on.

“Then?” she said, arching up her eyebrows.

“What if I had sex with Erato… or Terpsichore? Would that be wrong? Would I be punished for this?”

As soon as I said these words, I panicked. Calliope’s smile was gone. She seemed terribly surprised. Minutes elapsed before she asked, “You want to have sex with Erato and Terpsichore?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Have you talked to them about it?”

“No, I wanted to know what you thought of it.”

“But I am not Erato, or Terpsichore. You have to talk to them. Not me. I am not Mnemosyne or Zeus to tell you what to do. I am just your eldest sister.”

“But what do you think about it? Suppose that Clio comes to you and asks you if you would make love to her. Would you do it?”

“I don’t know,” she said, shaking her head gravely. “Everything we do with our lives is never black or white. It depends on the circumstances. Every word, every sigh, every glance, every look, every word, every body motion has a meaning. If it all falls into place, then that’s right. If not, then that’s wrong. So simple is that.”

***

4. Melpomene

When I heard it I could not believe my ears. Euterpe wanted to have sex with Erato and Terpsichore! Astonishment filled my soul and my body. With a galloping heart I ran and looked for them. I had to tell them the news. I hated for them to know it from my mouth, but I was unable to resist the sweet temptation to tell them what consumed Euterpe. Euterpe, the one who said she would never lie with a woman… Euterpe, Hercules’ lover, the one to blame for our friendless, hopeless fate, wanted to have sex with Erato and Terpsichore!

At long last I found them on Euterpe’s beach, collecting shells and singing their songs of love and discovery.

“Melpomene!” they cried in unison, surprised by my apparent distress.

“Erato,” I puffed. “Terpsichore… You must know this…” And I told them what I witnessed, word by word, sigh by sigh.

Terpsichore’s eyes, as blue as the sky overhead, darkened for a moment into a greenish hue. Her delicate mouth opened, skeptic, nervous. “Melpomene, I know your love for scandal… I know this, for I had witnessed it so many times when we lived our eventless, dull lives on Mount Olympus. But what you’re saying is plainly ridiculous.”

“Believe me, it’s true. I heard it with my own ears.”

“Melpomene, I didn’t know you were partial to eavesdropping.”

I looked at my sister Erato and felt intense heat on my cheeks. She was not chastising me. She was smiling at me, with a teasingly slanted mouth. I had been caught, and she was making sure I was aware of that. Erato took a deep breath, looked back at the sea, and sighed.

Terpsichore’s hand slid on the naked shoulder of Erato. “Why did you sigh, sister?”

Erato bade her time before she was able to face us both. “I must say that Melpomene is right.”

“How so?” Terpsichore said, removing her hand from Erato’s shoulder at once.

“Didn’t you see her eyes when we danced with her? Didn’t you notice her eyes lingering on our breasts, our hips, our thighs? I knew her hunger. She is starving… starving for affection, because she is wounded… inside.”

“Why?”

“Unrequited love. The kind of love that hurts most.”

***

5. Terpsichore

We left the beach and made our way back to the camp at a brisk pace. I was worried about my dear sister Erato, experiencing a confusing mix of jealousy and powerlessness. Erato and I had always been the closest of friends, but for the first time she had kept hidden the fact that she knew someone else yearned for her. I felt betrayed, deeply betrayed. At the Palace of the Gods there was no lover, no whisper we didn’t share. But now… could I trust her still? Could I?

I felt a hand holding my hand, slim fingers intertwining mine. “Terpsichore?”

“Yes?” said I, raising my head and facing my beloved sister Erato.

“Don’t be sad. It’ll be all right. Euterpe just needs a little loving, and then everything will turn out fine.”

Despite myself I smiled at her and gave her cheek a kiss, pressing my palm against hers.

“Come,” she said, springing forward, “let’s run.”

Melpomene, Erato and I tore up the hill, where our camp was situated, giggling and screaming and daring each other. That was the reason why I loved Erato so. After all, she sang of love, and nothing else but love, I reminded myself, as my heart hammered in my chest, leaving me dizzy and slightly distressed.

All of our sisters were back at the camp, a rare event at this Apollo’s carriage height, as it was too soon for our evening meal. Euterpe was the last one to face us, and then, to my great shock, I saw her eyes, sparkling with tears. I thought Apollo was playing tricks on my eyes, but eventually I had to give in and accept our fate, whatever that may be.

Erato knelt before Euterpe and hugged her lovingly. “Shh, sister. We’ll take care of you. We will love you and protect you, until you feel no pain, just joy in your heart.”

Euterpe embraced her, sobbing for the longest time. Speechless, we remained seated in a half circle, watching Apollo’s carriage approaching the sea’s divide, setting off their embracing silhouettes. Sometimes I felt I could not breathe, as I watched Euterpe sleeping quietly in our sister’s lap. The pain was gone for precious moments, too precious to be told.

***

6. Erato

Tonight Euterpe and I made love for the first time. She kept her eyes shut, as if she didn’t want to let go of her pain. I kissed her disrobed body, which smelled and tasted like the sea we knew so well. My tongue found the smallest crevices, my hands searched for her nipples, my fingers for her gaping pleasure. Her wetness convinced me I was healing her, until her sobbing stopped. Silent she remained as I caressed her and cradled her in my arms, as if she had become more than a sister: a baby, my baby, my lover.

When Apollo’s carriage appeared in the east, I awoke, sensing her hands on my breasts, her head on my shoulder, her thigh between mine. I could feel her sex still moist, another proof that the healing had started.

When Euterpe woke I had her meal ready, which she accepted with a content smile. We didn’t talk, because no words were needed; it seemed as though my presence was enough to calm her down, to appease her still aching heart. Hand in hand we left the camp after seeing to our daily duties. I knew where she wanted to go, so I led her to her preferred beach. We hugged, feeling each other’s naked bodies, engulfed in each other’s hair, light as Apollo’s carriage and soft as sheep’s wool.

She kissed me with passion, her hands feeling my breasts with unmatched eagerness. Again I sensed her hunger as she wetted my breasts and my belly with her skilled tongue. She knelt on the sand, pressing me hard against her mouth so that her relentless tongue was able to invade me, rape me, and bring me to ecstasy.

I screamed my pleasure out, like a mad woman, a free spirit, naked to her appetite. I let myself fall to the sand and heaved a deep sigh. I looked at her lovely, pretty face, full of longing, longing for me, her sister, her lover. We held each other again until we rolled on the humid sand and a wave washed over us. She laughed, but didn’t let go of me, kissing me instead, her tongue searching mine in a game of hide and seek. I made love to her again and again, until her pain was gone, until she screamed my name with bliss in her eyes, her pleasure oozing in my fingers.

“Erato.”

“Euterpe.”

“Let’s stay like this forever.”

“Yes, let’s stay,” I agreed, burying my fingers deep in her, feeling her pulsating womb, until her body arched up again, her eyes went shut, and her mouth gaped to scream.

When she came down from Aphrodite’s embrace, she brought me to her arms and said, “I know what love is now.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

I kissed her and smiled, wondering whether she really did know what love was. Whether I did.

***

7. Polyhymnia

“Euterpe’s and Erato’s union is unholy.”

“Why do you say that, Polyhymnia?”

I observed my sister Calliope and asked myself whether she had gone mad. “Isn’t that obvious?”

This time she really looked at me, actually seeing what I meant. “You’re too young to understand it.”

“I am not too young. I am older than any mortal who has ever walked on Terra, and you say that I am young.”

“For a goddess you are young. You’re not a mortal, so don’t behave like one.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Mortals are quick to judge and quick to punish. They seldom think, so busy are they with their own lives.”

“Zeus is a god and he has punished us… on account of Euterpe’s disobedience.”

“Our father is a god who has bedded many mortals… Only Zeus knows how many diseases he caught, but I think the deadliest of them all was fear itself.”

“Fear?”

“Yes, fear. Fear of the unknown. And apparently he passed it on to you.”

“That is not true!” I protested, leaping to my feet. I ran, being overcome by intense anger. Calliope was not being fair. I was not as childish as she claimed. I hated her for it, and for having defended Euterpe and Erato. And I was not afraid. And I was not as Zeus, our merciless father… although I had been his favorite Muse.

“Polyhymnia!” I heard someone call. I came to a halt and searched for a face. I saw Urania and Thalia waving at me. They beckoned me to come closer and keep my silence.

“What?” I whispered, hunkering down where they knelt.

“Look,” said Urania, giggling.

I craned my neck and what I saw left me breathless. Erato and Euterpe were making love in a close-by field, where goats used to come and eat the tall green grass. I heard Euterpe moan Erato’s name, murmuring her love for our sister, the one who sang songs so the mortals could fall in love.

“They really are lovely together,” Thalia sighed.

“Yes, by the gods, they are, indeed,” said Urania with visible longing in her eyes. “They are two Virgos in one. I wished I were one of them, and feel what they feel for each other.”

“Do you wish that?” Thalia looked serious for once.

“Indeed. With all my heart. I think to be in love is the best thing a Muse can hope for, long for, pine for.”

“Even if that hurts you no end?” I said, a trifle disgusted with their desire.

“Yes,” Urania said. “If your heart doesn’t hurt, then your love is not pure enough. That is written in the sky. Look at the stars and you will see it.”

“I don’t understand,” I said, shaking my head.

Suddenly we fell silent. Erato’s beautiful face was drawn tight, as if in pain, as if in intense agony… But I knew better; she was in the arms of Aphrodite, feeling the goddess’ embrace. She exhaled deeply, then opened her shining, loving eyes, sitting up and covering Euterpe with gentle kisses.

Urania’s face, so similar to mine, turned to me and smiled graciously. She said, “Don’t worry, sister. One day you will.”

***

8. Urania

Seeing Euterpe’s and Erato’s love for each other made me want the same. I wavered a long time before I had the courage, the nerve to go and tell them what I felt. I wanted them to teach me what they had learned with each other. It was true we had already been loved by the nymphs, but somehow I felt that the love of a Muse for another would be unlike any other love we had experienced.

Maybe because we had known each other since we were born… Maybe because we trusted each other with our lives… All I knew was that I did not know, nor did I comprehend this longing.

I looked for answers in the sky, but the stars and the planets remained silent. I knew Zeus had a hand in it. Even Ares, Aphrodite, and Hermes, so close to Apollo’s carriage, did not answer me. I cursed my hideous father. I cursed him with all my strength.

One day I saw Euterpe and Erato walking hand in hand through the fields, their naked bodies merging into one in a long embrace. Their long, resplendent hair becoming one as they kissed and felt each other’s breasts, while sighing against each other’s mouths. My whole body tingled, experiencing exquisite giddiness. I could no longer resist, and so I darted across the field and joined them, breathless.

“Urania!” They watched me as I closed in, my hands shaking, my legs weak.

“Sisters, forgive me. I love you both… so much. I want to learn. I want to feel the same.”

“Is that all, sister?” Erato asked with a mischievous smile.

“Yes! I swear!”

“Then come with us. We’ll teach you.”

***

9. Thalia

“Avenged!” I cried. “We are avenged!”

“Avenged?” Clio asked, holding her scroll, where she set down our sisters’ lovemaking, describing in detail all the tongue-flicks and moans they were experiencing at each other’s hands.

“Don’t you see, Clio? We are happy now! Even on this god-forsaken island. We have each other, and Zeus’ punishment is actually a blessing.”

I shut my eyes, feeling another powerful wave of pleasure rushing over me. I gave an intense kiss to Urania’s mouth. Urania, my dearest sister, my so beautiful lover, who kept her very deft, very wet hand inside me.

And at that very moment, Zeus saw how wrong he had been. We had been stronger than his punishment, and our triumph over tyranny was as clear as the Greek sky.

He freed us from our destiny, allowing our return to Mount Olympus. We resumed our duties, and to this day we keep mortals and gods inspired till the end of all things.

This is our story. The Muses have spoken.

The End

 

Author Unknown

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

***

Lori was watching television, taking a break from her housework. Her favorite program was on, a very steamy teen drama set in a small town high school.

The young mother squirmed and pressed her thighs together, sending a delicious glow through her damp pussy. A shudder ran through her body, causing her large, perfectly shaped breasts to rub deliciously against her thin shirt. Her nipples, already erect, burned with sudden desire.

She closed her eyes, letting her head fall back as the need in her grew to a fever pitch. She wanted to masturbate, but ruled it out. After all, her daughter Cindy was just outside and should be coming in any second for lunch.

She sighed, thinking back to one of her most memorable sexual experiences, one that happened when she was still in seventh grade. She had been fingering herself in a stall in the girl’s room when Sheri Loomis, a cute redhead in her class, quickly slid under the door of the stall she was seated in. Lori could only stare in horror at having been caught, but her fear turned to excitement when Sheri hoisted up her own skirt, slipped a hand into her panties, and began to masturbate, gazing into Lori’s eyes with a playful smile on her lips.

Within five minutes they were fingering each other and kissing deeply. Lori could still vividly remember the sensation of coming from Sheri’s touch. They were lovers for the next year or so, getting together whenever they were able to. God, the pleasures they had enjoyed back then…

Lori enjoyed men, too, but had always preferred women ever since that first time with Sheri. Actually, what she really preferred was girls. Something about teenage baby dykes drove her insane with lust. And lately, she had been finding herself indulging in lustful thoughts when she saw even younger girls, as young as twelve or thirteen.

It was too bad, really, there was no way to satisfy her forbidden desires, but at least she could fantasize. Except for that one fantasy so taboo, so frightening that she couldn’t even let herself think about it…

The back door slamming shook Lori from her reverie. Without noticing, she was teasing her nipple, her other hand knotted up against her lower belly, feeling the tingling nearness of her release. She was very close to coming.

Flustered, she tried to settle down, but the sweet ache continued to mount between her thighs. Luckily, Cindy had only come in to use the bathroom. She waited until her daughter had left, then fingered herself to a shivering orgasm.

She had drifted off again and jolted back to reality when she realized that Cindy was in the room… and shifted her hand from her mound as subtly as she could.

Cindy was a darling young girl whose body had already begun to shed her baby fat. Lori marveled at how quickly her little girl was growing up, how beautiful she was becoming… how desirable…

Enough! she told herself, squeezing her thighs together as if trying to bottle up her libido. Jesus Christ, I just masturbated, and the sight of Cindy has me worked up and tingling all over again. 

Cindy was standing there, twisting nervously, one hand tugging at the bottom of her shirt. She was on the cusp of womanhood, the slight curve of her hips barely detectable through the cute emerald-green shorts she wore.

“Mom, I feel kinda weird.”

“What’s wrong, baby? What feels weird?”

“Up here.” Cindy’s big eyes looked helplessly at her mother as she tugged harder at her shirt, stretching the material to make the outline of her nipples show. She wore no bra, and her babyish breasts were capped with erect buds. “My, um, boobs have been feeling all tingly and warm for a couple of weeks, Mom.”

Lori’s heart throbbed as she stared at her daughter’s nipples, clearly visible through the thin fabric.

“And now I’m feeling it down here, too!” Cindy exclaimed, gesturing to her crotch. “I was riding my bike just now, and it felt all, all tickly. I thought I had to pee, but I went to the bathroom and nothing happened!”

Lori detected the frustration in her daughter’s plaintive voice, her excitement steadily growing. She knew what was bothering Cindy… and it was the same thing that was bothering her. Cindy was experiencing sexual arousal — for the first time, in her case — and she didn’t understand the changes taking place in her body. Probably the girl’s bicycle seat had chafed against the thin material of her shorts, stimulating her vagina.

Lori’s head spun as she idea of her daughter’s awakening sexuality burned in her brain. At that moment, the forbidden desires she had pushed away with increased vehemence over the last few weeks had her aching with a fierce need for the eleven-year-old girl standing before her.

Lori couldn’t ignore this craving anymore. She wanted her daughter. Wanted her naked body, her mouth. Her skin.

She knew full well that these feelings, this incestuous hunger, was wrong. But at the same time, she imagined how sweet Cindy’s introduction to love could be in the arms of her mother. The mother who adored her… who knew how to make her daughter feel special. How to make her feel loved. Surely it would be a better introduction to sex than being pawed by some dimwit teenage boy…

Her heart throbbing, Lori made a decision.

“Come here, Cindy,” she said softly, opening her arms.

Cindy moved into her mother’s embrace, standing between Lori’s spread knees. Lori gently stroked her daughter’s cheek. She let her hand drift slowly down Cindy’s neck, exploring the silky smooth skin of her child.

Cindy whimpered as Lori let her hand move down further, gently caressing her daughter’s upper chest. Cindy’s heart was pounding, and Lori could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest.

“Mom…?”

“Shhhhh… honey, I think I know what’s happening to you.”

Lori dropped her hand further, feeling the gentle inward slope of Cindy’s abdomen, but not quite touching the youngster’s budding nipples. Cindy squirmed as Lori cupped the girl’s tight little bottom, to steady her.

“Take your shirt off, baby.”

Cindy pulled the shirt up over her head. She was naked above her low-riding shorts, her pretty face hidden as she struggled with the inside-out shirt.

Lori’s pussy tingled as she saw Cindy’s swollen nipples jutting proudly from her otherwise flat chest. Impulsively, Lori leaned close and kissed one puffy little bud, eliciting a soft squeal from her child.

“Is that where it feels strange, honey?”

“Yes, Mom! There… and other places, too…”

Lori became even more excited as she watched her half-naked little girl, seeing Cindy’s nipples turn an even darker hue of pink.

Cindy was very confused by all these new feelings, but when her mother kissed her nipple, the strange but wonderful sensations intensified, making her shiver deliciously.

“God, that feels so weird!”

“It’s all right, darling. This is the start of some very new, wonderful feelings that your body is beginning to experience.”

“A-are you sure?”

“Yes, baby, I’m sure. Just relax. I’ll show you.”

Cindy sighed, some of the tension leaving her. Lori held her daughter by the waist, nuzzling her delicate neck. Cindy trembled and wrapped her arms around Lori, enjoying her mother’s loving attention.

Lori raised her face to smile at Cindy. “Take your shorts and panties off, honey.”

Cindy steadied herself, a hand on Lori’s shoulder, as she squirmed out of the tight shorts, then slid her pink underpants down her slender thighs. Cindy had no hair on her pretty little pussy, Lori noticed, and her head spun with an even greater desire for her daughter.

Cindy watched intently as her mother gently touched her, stroking her soft skin, making her practically vibrate with powerful new feelings.

Lori’s panties were soaked and her breasts felt heavy, full. Her nipples throbbed as they brushed against the silky material of her top. Overwhelmed with need, she stopped caressing her daughter long enough to remove her own shirt. She wore no bra, and Cindy openly stared at her mother’s bare breasts.

“Mommy… will my boobs ever get as big as yours?”

“Oh, yes, Cindy… In a few years, they’ll be every bit as big as mine,” Lori murmured softly, as she drew her daughter to her, hugging the young girl close.

Lori savored the heat of Cindy’s naked body against her bare skin, running a long fingernail down her daughter’s narrow back, eliciting a shudder that made Lori’s breasts quiver. She let her hand drift lower, cupping a small ass cheek. Cindy reflexively pushed her hips forward, moulding herself to her mother’s half-naked body.

Lori brought her other hand to Cindy’s stiff nipple, pinching it gently, playfully. In response, Cindy hesitantly took her mother’s erect nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeezed it lightly, making Lori moan deep in her throat.

“Does that feel good, Mommy?”

“Ohhh… Cindy, baby,” Lori breathed, “yes, it does.”

Lori slipped a finger between Cindy’s succulent little ass cheeks, caressing the tight crack of her child’s bottom, feeling the heat rising there. Cindy shifted her stance, parting her legs slightly, and Lori slid her finger down further, following the sweet little crack until she felt the heat and, with a rising excitement, the dampness at Cindy’s bare slit.

Cindy trembled, thrusting reflexively against the exploring finger, at the same time pinching Lori’s hard nipple. Mother and daughter both cried out in sudden, unexpected pleasure.

Lori slipped to her knees before her daughter, settling her ass on her heels and kissing at Cindy’s soft tummy. The little girl was panting heavily now, and Lori had an uncontrollable desire to taste her pussy. And with the object of her deepest, darkest craving so near, nothing was going to stop her.

She held Cindy tightly, both hands fondling her daughter’s tight little ass as she dipped her head to lick at the girl’s sugary slit.

Cindy squealed, clutching at her mother’s head and thrusting her tingling pussy against her mother’s sucking mouth. Lori parted the tight lips of Cindy’s childish vagina, sliding her tongue deeper, probing… then withdrew to lick at her daughter’s labia, finding the tiny nubbin of her clitoris.

“OHH! Oh Mommymommymommymommy… mmmmmwhat’s happening to me?!”

“You’re going to come, angel… I’m going to make you come!” Lori gasped, in between licks of her daughter’s vagina.

“Oh! OH! Oh, Mommy!” sobbed Cindy. “I’m… I’m… I’M… I’M–”

Suddenly, Cindy’s body heaved and she started to cry wordlessly as her mother’s licking sent the little girl over the edge in her first orgasm. Low in her throat at first, then building until she was keening wordlessly as Lori licked and sucked at her pussy.

With each helpless thrust of Cindy’s hips and pulse of her girlish slit, Lori could taste more and more of her daughter’s delicious essence. Her own excitement was so intense that Lori began to come herself. She sobbed as the taste of her daughter’s pussy drove her climax to even greater heights, shaking and shivering with pleasure until she almost passed out.

“Ooooh, Mommy!” cooed Cindy softly, as she recovered, quivering slightly in her mother’s arms. “That was wonderful!”

“You liked it when I licked you like that, didn’t you, baby?”

“Yes, Mommy… yes, I did!”

Mother and daughter hugged tightly, luxuriating in the slippery feel of their bare skin sliding together. Lori’s lips and chin glistened, coated with Cindy’s sweetness. The young girl kissed her mother’s mouth, then licked her lips thoughtfully.

“Is that me? On your face, is that my… my, you know…?”

“Yes, sweetie, that’s the taste of your pussy on my lips. Do you like it? I know I do.”

“Oh, yes… I do like it, Mommy!”

“Want to taste some more?” Cindy nodded, her eyes wide. “Then kiss me again,” Lori breathed, closing her eyes.

Her head spun as she felt her daughter’s mouth shyly brush against hers. The sweet contact lingered for a few delicious seconds… then Lori allowed her tongue to tease Cindy’s lips, which parted slightly. Suddenly Cindy was purring with pleasure as her own mother was French kissing her, something she knew about, but had never experienced. Her own tongue flashed to life, almost before she was aware of it… and then mother and daughter were kissing like lovers.

After a long while, Cindy broke their kiss to softly ask, “Does your pussy taste like that, Mommy?”

“Yes, baby, it does,” Lori crooned.

“Mommy, I want to see you now. I want to see your pussy!”

“Oh, honey… I want you to see me, too. All of me.”

Lori rose to finish undressing, and Cindy stood and hugged her from behind. Lori felt her daughter’s arms reach around her to grasp her swaying breasts.

“Mmmmm, Mommy! I love your boobs. They’re so beautiful!”

Lori turned to face her daughter, bracing her hands on the counter. Cindy lowered her face and licked at one of Lori’s erect nipples, making her mother shiver with delight.

The room seemed suddenly warm, almost stifling as Lori stood, unresisting, while Cindy opened her mother’s shorts between loving licks at her nipples. When Cindy had Lori’s shorts and panties down to her knees, the older woman began to fondle herself. As Cindy watched closely, Lori let her own hand drift lower to her bushy auburn pubes, finding her moistened slit with eager fingers.

Seeing her daughter’s enraptured stare, Lori moved her hand away, giving Cindy a good look. The preteen girl let out a squeal of delight at the sight of her mother’s glistening pussy.

“Oh, Mommy! It’s so beautiful! I wanna lick your pussy and kiss it, the way you did mine!”

Cindy knelt before her mother, tugging Lori’s panties and shorts down to her feet. Stepping out of her remaining clothes, Lori felt the youngster’s warm breath on her pussy, and breathed “Oh, my angel…”

Cindy’s tongue licked a hot path along her mother’s sticky labia, and Lori cried out, “Oh yes, honey! Lick my pussy, baby.” Lori’s hips thrust against her child’s eager mouth, grinding against the young girl’s chin.

The child made happy, wet noises as she feasted on her mother’s dripping pussy, making Lori’s head spin. One hand bracing her body against the counter top, Lori’s other hand went to the back of her daughter’s head, gently guiding her hot licking mouth. She indicated her clitoris, gasping “Lick me here, honey, like I did for you.”

Cindy’s lips encircled her mother’s throbbing clit, and she sucked at it.

Lori moaned, “Ooooooh… now, Cindy! Oh, yes. You’re making me come! Oh! OH GOD! YESSSS!”

Young Cindy happily pleasured her mother, using the tip of her eager tongue to lick at her throbbing clitoris. Within seconds, Lori came in long, powerful torrents of pleasure as Cindy greedily sucked at her cunt.

It was as if her eleven-year-old daughter was born to make lesbian love. “Oh! Cindy!” Lori panted as she came, “y-you make my pussy feel so — oh! — so g-good!” Lori’s hips thrust hard as she felt each hot, wet lick of her daughter’s probing tongue. She watched through a blurred haze of pleasure as her daughter’s slim ass twisted enticingly with the pounding of her climax.

Finally, her knees weak, Lori gently pulled Cindy’s head back. “N-no more, honey,” she barely managed to get out.

The young girl stood before her mother, her mouth and chin glistening with Lori’s wetness. Her heart glowing with adoration, Lori raised herself up on one elbow and kissed her daughter full on the mouth, licking at Cindy’s lips.

“Did I make you feel good, Mommy?”

“Oh, honey… yes, you did!”

“I wanna do it again, Mommy!”

“What, honey? Lick my pussy again, or have me do it to you?”

“Both, Mommy! I wanna do it all again and again and again!”

“We will, baby. We’ll do it many more times, don’t you worry.” She drew Cindy into her embrace. “I love you, my darling daughter.”

Impulsively, Lori slipped her other hand down over Cindy’s succulent little ass cheeks… and the preteen girl giggled, pushing back against her mother’s hand.

“Cindy…?” began Lori, as a naughty idea crossed her mind. “Do you want to feel something else… something really nice?”

Wordlessly, Cindy nodded her head. Lori continued to stroke the soft, hot smoothness of her child’s bottom… then her fingers gently brushed their way between Cindy’s cheeks. She found her daughter’s tight little asshole and circled the hot, moist ring of her anus with her fingertip.

“Oh,” Cindy moaned softly, her heart pounding furiously as her mother touched her most intimate place. She was overwhelmed by the surprising new delights her body was discovering, happy that her mother loved her enough to share these things with her.

Suddenly the tip of Lori’s finger pushed its way into Cindy’s bottom hole, and the little girl gasped out loud. Slowly, slowly, Lori eased her finger into her daughter’s anus as deep as it would go.

Cindy’s head spun. She had never known how wonderful it felt to have something in her bottom… so tickly and nice! Then she panted in excitement, her mouth open wide as her mommy pulled that sweet finger out, but not quite all the way… and a cry burst from her lips as it slid back into her butt again, but a little faster this time. Now Mommy’s other hand was between her legs, touching her pussy some more!

Lori’s heart thrilled as Cindy moaned shakily, burying her face in a pillow, her childish body trembling as her mother began to fuck her ass, that wicked finger slowly pistoning in and out, in and out while her other hand played sweet games with her little girl’s sticky slit. “Oh, Mommy… oh, Mommy,” Cindy breathed into the pillow. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, OH — OH MOMMY!” She was screaming now.

Lori felt her daughter’s asshole grip her finger tightly, her eyes wide as she watched Cindy come. Lori had to hold her child steady as her hand continued to saw back and forth, pumping her probing digit in and out of Cindy’s anus, feeling the young girl’s thin frame buck and lurch backward as she cried out in ecstasy. Her fingers, still fiddling between her daughter’s trembling thighs, were moist with Cindy’s juices.

Finally Cindy lay on her side, breathing heavily, flushed from head to toe. Lori drew her into a warm embrace, and mother and daughter lay together, cuddling happily for a long while.

Cindy turned to gaze deeply into her mother’s eyes. “That was… so, so nice, Mommy,” she whispered. “I love you.”

Lori rested her forehead against Cindy’s and smiled at her daughter, her eyes glowing with adoration. “I love you too, angel,” she murmured, “so very much.”

Radiant with contentment, the two lovers snuggled close and gently sank into slumber.

The next morning was a school day, but before Cindy left for the bus stop, Lori promised her daughter that they would make love again. Sweet little Cindy was just learning about her sexuality, and Lori planned on teaching her more that very night. And there was so much still to teach her. After all, Cindy still hadn’t been fucked yet.

Lori gave her child a lingering kiss as she left for school, then padded to her room, slipped back into bed and gently fingered her pussy as she thought about the bottom drawer of her dresser and the delightful toys it contained. She shivered to one last satisfying climax as she pictured sweet little Cindy lying on her bed, thin legs pulled back and spread wide, exposing her pink, wet slit, ready for whatever sexy games her mommy wanted to play.

The End

By Author Unknown

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

No certain recollection of where I found the original of this, though I believe it’s from an erotic fiction pay-site that no longer exists. It’s the final part of a novel, the only part I liked enough to save… which probably means that it’s the only portion of the tale where the sex gets seriously hot. Incomplete though the story is, I felt that this closing scene was well worth sharing with you good people — a climax in every sense of the word! Do enjoy.

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A woman, clad in long, flowing robes, sat upon the edge of a bed, gazing down at the tearful face of a girl who knelt before her, head in the woman’s lap.

“It’s too much, Sister Song,” eighteen-year-old Tanya sighed, averting her eyes from the penetrating ones of the High Priestess. “Please, just let me stay here at the castle. Let me live as one of you instead of this endless wandering. Let me surrender this… this thing inside me. I’m not strong enough to use it.”

Song, the High Priestess, stroked Tanya’s hair, holding her, rocking her. “But there is nowhere for you to go, Tanya. All your people are now gone. Except for you, dear child. You have been spared. No… selected. For something greater. You have the power. The Gift of Venus.”

Tanya looked at her, and closed her eyes tightly. “I don’t want this power,” she said, as if needing to explain. “Everything I had in life, all of those I cared about, everything I had to live for, all were taken from me. If I was the only one to be spared, then that only leaves me in utter isolation. It makes me lonely. I don’t want any of it.”

“And yet you have it,” Song said gently. “You cannot escape the power within you, any more than I can. Tanya, you can change this world! Venus has given you the ability to do just that. You can use her power to change the way people feel about each other. One life, one life at a time, you can bring light to us all. Bring Love back into a world from where it was driven away. You can give all of us hope.”

Tanya dabbed her eyes once, still held by Song, and looked the High Priestess in the eye. “If I could bring back my family, my friends, my home, by giving up this gift — I’d do it. Right now. I’d never even look back.”

Song nodded. “You’re not alone,” she said softly. “I wouldn’t be High Priestess if there hadn’t been great suffering and death to contend with. I can only take what I have and do what I must, to ease the pain that has consumed the world.” She tightened her grip. “But you… you can do more than I and all my sister priestesses can ever hope to do. You can stop the suffering. You can change people. Maybe we can go on, then, and live as if there were a tomorrow worth living for.”

Tanya shook her auburn locks. “I don’t know if it is worth living for.”

“Are you sure, Tanya?” Song whispered. “Venus favored you. Gave you a gift… a gift intended for a purpose. Can you say the future is not going to be better because you want it to be? Who else among us can?”

Tanya closed her eyes. She could feel her passion like a stoked and ready fire, there between her thighs, the heat waiting. “I don’t know. Somebody else. Somebody besides me.”

“But it is you, Tanya.” Song said softly. “What are you going to do about that?”

Tanya squeezed her eyes tight shut. The tears swelled out of them anyway. She felt her gift now, heavier than ever — heavier, more present, more insistent, more demanding. “What can I do about it?” she asked Song back. “Would you like to see?”

Song looked into her eyes with surprise. “I — yes. Yes,” she said firmly. “The Goddess has willed it. I am her Priestess. You are her gift. Thy will be done.”

“So be it.” Tanya took Song’s head in both hands and kissed her, hard. She let the energy of the Gift flow into her, full force. Tanya felt Song’s body respond, gradually at first… then the Priestess was embracing her with passion, her tongue a red ribbon in Tanya’s mouth. The Gift was as powerful as ever… and Song was caught in its enchanting spell.

Tanya broke their embrace and left Song sitting dazed, her nipples hardening, her newborn taste for the touch of a girl’s lips clearly written on her face. Tanya went to the open doorway and called out down the corridor. “MONDRA! Where are you? I need you!”

The eleven-year-old maid hastened to obey, her little feet pattering on the stone floor. Entering the bedchamber, she curtsied quickly.

“Milady?”

Tanya indicated Song. “Do you know who she is?”

Mondra’s beautiful blue eyes widened. “Yes,” she nodded. “She is High Priestess Song of the Temple of the Venus Incarnate.”

“Yes, that’s right. Did you know she wants to kiss you? To make love to you?”

“Milady?” the maid gasped.

Song, stunned, turned to look at Tanya… who now slipped out of her robe to stand naked in front of Mondra. The girl’s big blue eyes got bigger as they looked on the pale-skinned woman’s hard pink nipples, the gentle curve of her hips, the swelling of her auburn mound, the lips of her labia swollen and visible. “Have you ever loved a woman before, Mondra?”

Helpless, the maid looked up from Tanya’s body to meet her eyes, looking frightened, anguished. She quickly shook her head no.

“You will,” Tanya promised, and carefully put her arms around the girl, holding her close, touching noses. “You will,” she breathed, and let her moist lips close over Mondra’s.

She kissed the maid gently, but firmly, holding her close, her lips locked to the young girl’s sweet mouth but not forcing her, not tonguing her, not even squeezing her cute bottom. She only kissed the girl, and let the heat from her belly rise through her body, seep through her breasts, her belly, her cunt. Not doing anything but holding her close, and letting the Gift do the seducing for her.

Mondra made a single, dainty sound of surprise, of resistance, and her wide-open eyes looked helplessly into Tanya’s. Her arms slowly, slowly wrapped themselves around Tanya’s waist. It was fuel to the fire, and Tanya let that delicate little acknowledgement of Mondra’s arousal feed her own, build on it, grow it even larger. The urge to squeeze the girl’s ass, to force her tongue into Mondra’s mouth grew stronger. She could hardly keep from trembling to feel her heat rising, passing into the maid. How could she have resisted this for so long?

With a moan of lost caution, her eyes rolling, Mondra gripped Tanya tightly, grinding her hips into the naked woman’s groin, and the young girl’s tongue pushed into Tanya’s mouth with a passion that nearly matched her own. They kissed hotly, sucking and gasping, and Tanya squeezed the maid’s ass under her tight skirt… and yes, it was as pert and round as she’d dreamed. She dug her fingernails in and Mondra did the same to her, crushing her tits into Tanya’s and moaning oh, so deliciously.

She let her go so suddenly that Mondra gasped, sobbed, her hands closing on nothing. Tanya could feel the fire behind her eyes. “Undress,” she told the girl. “I want to see you naked.”

Mondra reached for her blouse and undid the top buttons rapidly, her fingers disappearing in lace. She reached behind her and untied her apron. She pulled her blouse open to reveal her budding breasts, unhindered by a bra. She peeled off the sleeves, scarcely pausing to undo them, unzipped her skirt and struggled to push it down her legs. She sat down heavily and yanked her panties off, hardly bothering to kick away her shoes.

Tanya watched Song taking in the sight of the young girl undressing, and suddenly stood before her. Song turned to look up at her, blue eyes dazed but hungry, and Tanya favored her with a quick tongue kiss and a glide of the palm across the woman’s breasts. Song tried to tongue kiss her back, but Tanya moved away, grinning.

“First, show me how much you want me,” Tanya purred. “Lick my pussy. Pleasure me, High Priestess.”

Song, eager, her hands trembling, slid out of her robe to kneel naked at the young woman’s feet, grasped Tanya’s hips as she leaned in close to gently kiss her pussy… then the High Priestess’ tongue emerged to lick.

“Mmmmmmm,” she moaned, her inexpert but eager tongue tracing Tanya’s labia. She buried her face between the teen’s legs, sucking at the copious flow of thick juices from Tanya’s sex… delicately at first, then hungrily, wanting more.

Song feasted on Tanya as if she would drink her, slipping her tongue deep into her cunt, licking her distended clit, pushing her legs further apart so that she might put her entire mouth on Tanya’s dewy flower. The High Priestess of Venus feasted on her wet pussy and Tanya put her pale hands into her short blonde hair, and caressed her head, moaning.

Behind her Mondra, naked now, pressed her body against Tanya’s, kissing the back of her neck, fondling her breasts. Mondra’s nipples brushed deliciously against her bare skin as the preteen girl licked and kissed her ear, moaning. “Oh God, I want this! I want it so bad!”

Tanya smiled. “Okay.”

And with that she quickly extricated herself from Song’s and Mondra’s embrace, nudging the young maid into the arms of the High Priestess.

Song swung her head toward Tanya, mouth open, staring at her questioningly.

“Go on,” Tanya smiled wickedly. “Kiss her.”

Song turned back to the naked girl in her arms, and she and Mondra stared at each other awkwardly for a brief moment. But the erotic force unleashed by the Gift was too great for them to withstand. The High Priestess leaned into the preteen girl, her mouth seeking Mondra’s. The girl’s lips parted, and soon the older woman was passionately kissing the younger, both moaning into each other’s mouths.

“Oh, God,” Song managed, tearing her lips away from Mondra’s to speak, “oh, God, it’s so good! So good!”

Tanya could feel every sensation they were experiencing, from Song’s bare body to Mondra’s, and she could feel it making her hotter yet, hot enough to feed the fire of both women and then some. She pressed herself into Mondra from behind, reaching down to cup the young girl’s ass as they continued to kiss like lovers.

“Yeah,” she moaned into Mondra’s ear, making her moan back. “Oh, yeah, kiss her. Give her your tongue.” She felt between her own legs, sank two fingers into her own pussy, knowing that they could feel her doing it. “That’s right, Mondra, kiss her. Then I want you to fuck her. Fuck her just like you want to fuck me.”

Mondra whimpered but did as she was told, her tongue plunging in and out of Song’s mouth as she kissed the High Priestess avidly. Tanya believed she had never before been made love to with such hunger as she saw between the woman and the child. Mmmm, so eager!

Song held the maid around the waist and kissed her passionately… then she crawled onto the bed, pulling Mondra’s naked body atop hers, then fell back with a gasp of delight as Mondra covered Song’s mouth with her own and the two women kissed anew.

Tanya moaned, fondling her breasts and fingering her cunt as she watched Mondra squirming so hotly on top of Song, who threw her white legs open as the maid madly forced her hips against the High Priestess’s open cunt. She wanted them to go even further, though her mouth wouldn’t form the words… but as if they had just then read her mind, Mondra pulled free of Song’s kiss to swing around, straddle Song’s head and press her hot wet cunt down into the High Priestess’s face.

Song purred with pleasure, happily nuzzling Mondra’s dripping pussy. Mondra’s eyes closed and she gasped as the High Priestess began to lick… then she lowered her own face between Song’s thighs to lap the blonde pussy waiting for her.

Tanya watched the spontaneous lesbian sixty-nine between Priestess and servant with intense pleasure. She could feel the couple on the bed, feel their passion, felt it coming off herself, and knew it was going through the house. It was probably beginning to affect all the other women as well.

The idea exciting her, she turned away from the passionate scene and padded, naked and barefoot, into the house. It was a big place. She had to concentrate very hard on not losing her way, or going someplace she shouldn’t. She had only a little time.

She stumbled into the master bedroom, where she wasn’t surprised to find Sister Fiola sitting on her own big bed, squeezing her breasts absently, pressing her thighs together under the book she had left open there. She looked up, startled, to see Tanya, stark naked in her doorway.

Tanya knew the sight of her nakedness was making Fiola even hotter. Both of them. She could sense Fiola’s anticipation, wonder, fear… and lust. She held out her hand, and Fiola willingly put hers into Tanya’s and let the woman draw her up and into her arms. She melted into a kiss with Tanya that surprised them both — with its suddenness, it’s unlooked-for sweetness, its delicate tracery of tongues. Their mouths glistened as they looked into each other’s dazed eyes.

“Quickly,” Tanya said softly, “bring your daughter to Song’s room.” She turned and ran to the door, then turned back to look at the dazed Fiola. “Now!”

Tanya made her way back from the bedroom and followed her nose to the kitchen. She wasn’t surprised to find Solan, the temple cook and Mondra’s mother, sitting spread-legged in a chair not far from the chopping block and the unfinished vegetables. Obviously affected by the sex spell that had enveloped the entire temple, she had hiked up her skirt and was happily masturbating, fingers squishing in her cunt. She looked up only when Tanya was close.

“Come with me,” Tanya breathed. She seized Solan’s hand and led her, almost pulling her out of the kitchen, back through the candlelit corridors, heading for Song’s bedroom.

Song was still on the bottom… Mondra, sweat-sheened, was on top of her, both women still deeply engaged in the act of mutual cunnilingus. As they entered the room Tanya saw Song’s body seize up, bucking wildly as she orgasmed into the young maid’s mouth.

Solan pressed both her hands to her mouth and gasped, “Mondra!”

Mondra’s hair flew back in a damp arc as she lifted her wet face from the pink-blonde pussy of the High Priestess, a look of horror on her thirteen-year-old face “Mama!”

Now, Tanya thought, THIS should be interesting…

Solan was too shocked to speak, her mouth open, hands shaking. She mutely turned to Tanya, her eyes wide and pleading for understanding. Rather than answer Mondra’s mother with words, Tanya swiftly pressed herself up against Solan and kissed her.

She struggled at first, but Tanya let the Gift flow, strong and sure, from her own body into Solan’s… letting the older woman feel the heat from her, from her daughter, and from the High Priestess, all flowing into her shapely, cozy-warm mother body. Solan tried to pull away, but then her struggle weakened, her protest turned into sighs, and she simply stopped fighting and let it happen.

Not enough, Tanya thought. Her pussy ached for more, and she felt as if it was an itch she had to scratch. She directed her need, her lust and her wanting all, all into Solan. I want you to want it! she thought. I want you to need it! Need it as badly as I do — I want your cunt to flow like mine, and I want you to want it so much you will want to make love to the High Priestess of Venus… and to your own daughter!

She was strong, Solan was… resisting the pull to lesbian love and desire with such fervor that Tanya was surprised and impressed. And stimulated; she knew now how sexy it was when the woman struggled. Solan stood against Tanya’s torrent of desire and did not yield easily, as her daughter had. A strong core in her resisted the notion of touching another woman, and as for desiring her beautiful, naked daughter, still in a lesbian embrace just ten feet away — never!

Tanya felt her Gift meet Solan’s resistance… and it only made her own lust more powerful. More focused. Oh, sweet, sweet mama, your unwillingness only makes me want to make you want it more. And more. Want it more… want it as much as I do. To kiss, to love another woman… to feel your pussy moistening at the sight, the touch, the feel and smell of my ripe, swelling breasts, my hot, luscious pussy, now open for you, begging for you to touch it. Touch me… there.

Solan sighed into Tanya’s mouth. Her body relaxed, as if she was surrendering to the hot wet kiss the woman was laying on her, but still she did not yield completely. Emboldened, and yet tantalized by her weakening will, Tanya pressed her harder. Kiss me, she almost breathed against Solan’s lips. Kiss me, sweet mother. Let me feel you surrender to your new lust.

Solan’s arms slowly snaked around Tanya’s waist, almost as if they were moving through lava, slow, hot, bringing deeper heat she could feel burning through her arms. Oh, and her tongue tip, her delicate little tongue tip, now brushing Tanya’s lips, oh yes… As if her love came not all at once, like a dam breaking, but slowly, slowly, a reservoir, vast and dark and hot, finally flowing over the top, the waters still rising, luminous now, her tongue seeking entrance, so softly, so tentatively.

Tanya wanted so badly to open her mouth now to Solan, to, let her in… but she resisted, now, letting Solan’s passion build. And build. You want me? Take me!

Solan’s arms tightened around Tanya’s body… hands closed on the globes of the young girl’s ass and squeezed. Hard enough to hurt — but, oh, god, when she squeezed, it made Tanya quiver with lust and need. It was hard to resist her, but she continued to do so… and was rewarded at last with Solan’s tongue forcing its way between her lips. Oh God, the woman’s mouth was so fucking hot…

Solan held Tanya forcefully, tighter than a man would, and tongue-fucked her as if she had just discovered how sweet and lovely a woman’s mouth really was. Tanya moaned, unable to resist the tide of sweet fleshly hunger than surged from Solan now, made her kiss Tanya hungrily and — oh, GOD… slide her index finger deep into Tanya’s cunt from behind!

“Oh!” Tanya gasped as her head spun. She clutched Solan’s beautiful breasts and squeezed them, seeking her nipples, feeling how much the woman now wanted to be touched — touched deep inside, and loved, and made to love. Now a seething cauldron of desire for another woman, Solan probed Tanya’s vagina with her exploring finger as their mouths remained locked together, tongues entwining. Finally, gasping for breath, Tanya threw her head back and panted in ecstasy.

Solan’s mouth, unable to surrender contact with her new lover, trailed down to shower wet kisses on her neck, then down further to her breasts, sucking Tanya’s nipple into her hot mouth, making electricity sizzle through every fiber of the teenager’s body.

Tanya looked lovingly down at Solan’s face nursing at her breasts and thought, I want you bubbling over. I’m gonna turn up the heat on you, until you fuck me inside out… I want you to want me, want ANY woman, as much as you’ve ever wanted anything before.

Tanya stroked the cook’s damp curls and heard the deep satisfied purr that came from her. She licked her lips, bringing her mouth to the woman’s ear, flicking the lobe with her tongue, then whispering “Sweet Solan… I want you.”

Solan’s eyes shone. “I… I want you too,” she breathed, and drew Tanya into her arms again, hands on her back, pulling her into another wet, passionate kiss. Completely willing. Eager. Impatient, even.

“I want you naked,” Tanya breathed in her ear, kissing her.

“Yes,” Solan sobbed. “Yes! Oh, yes!” She fumbled for her apron strings.

Solan frantically undressed herself, and Tanya helped, touching and caressing the woman’s bare skin as it was revealed. Every touch and caress brought forth a little more from Solan, more heat, more impatience… more desire. Tanya fed Solan’s growing lust for lesbian sex with the power of the Gift — like blowing on a hot coal to make it burn all the more brightly. It was so much fun to feel her impatience, how eager Solan was to bare herself to Tanya, to her fingers, her knowing lips, her warm, wet tongue… yes, she was already anticipating it! Already she was feeling the hunger of a thousand new sensations a woman’s love could bring her, and she wanted it all!

Solan all but ripped her bra from her shoulders, then pushed down her panties. Her eyes locked on Tanya’s, she reached behind her head and undid her hair. She shook it out — and Tanya was delighted and aroused to see how long it was, how dark, how full. She couldn’t help reaching for it, to touch it — and Solan stepped into her arms, her mouth open and falling on Tanya’s, kissing her with a strength that took her breath away.

Tanya couldn’t stand it. “On the bed,” she gasped. “Oh, Solan, please — please lick me!”

Solan spun her around like a child and Tanya’s knees buckled as she fell on the bed. Solan was already kneeling before Tanya as she parted her thighs, lifting her feet high, exposing herself to Solan’s hungry gaze, lightly caressing her cleft. “I am yours,” Tanya husked. “Take me, any way you want.”

Solan seemed mesmerized by the teenage girl’s open pussy as she stroked Tanya’s lifted legs with her palms, slowly…. from ankle, to knee, over her knees, down her thighs, back up to her knees, down to her feet again, squeezing them, making Tanya thrill at her strength and gentleness. All the time gazing at the young woman’s open cunt… the auburn pubes, the moistened labia, the protruding and aching clitoris. Solan’s hands trailed up her legs again, over her knees — Tanya bit her lip — down, oh, down her soft inner thighs. Slowly lowering her face, she kissed Tanya’s pussy as tenderly as she had her mouth.

Tanya gasped, and Solan looked up at her, smiling, pleased with the reaction she had gotten. She bent down to kiss her younger lover’s sex again. The girl’s hips surged up, trying to capture Solan’s mouth, and the woman grinned, delighted.

Her eyes locked on Tanya’s, Solan parted her lips to place a wet, open-mouthed kiss on the teen girl’s pussy, then took Tanya’s flower in her mouth. Her tongue probed into the girl’s dewy opening, making her whimper. “Oh…”

It was all Tanya could do not to come right then. “Lick my pussy,” she told Solan, her voice dark and low. “Lick it, sweet angel. Oooh, YES, lover!”

And suddenly Solan ate at her cunt voraciously, lustily. Her tongue, oh… her tongue was sliding in and out of her pussy, touching her everywhere, flicking her clit, brushing her labia, dipping so far down inside her that it made her hips rock. Tanya was panting “Oh yes — yes, baby, make me come! Make me COME, sweet lover, OHHHHH!”

Solan’s strong hands stroked Tanya’s open legs, brushed her thighs. Then one hand slipped below to fondle the young girl’s bottom. Tanya inhaled sharply as she felt the cook’s finger toying with the crease of her ass… then cried out loud when Solan took Tanya’s clit between her lips and sucked the throbbing tip. She was shaking now, her breath rasping in her lungs. Suddenly Solan slid her finger deep into Tanya’s ass with a single smooth stroke.

She seized Solan’s head as she exploded in a frenzied orgasm, drawing the woman’s face deeper into her cunt. Solan was more than ready, her teeth nipping at Tanya’s clit. “Oh, GOD!” Tanya wailed, and ground herself on Solan’s face as she felt her climax build, and build, and build, until another orgasm took her, shook her, made her hips convulse, made her, made her, OH!

She screamed, her cunt drenching Solan’s face as she bucked like a wild stallion on the bed. Finally, panting, Tanya reached for Solan, pulled her up between her legs, enfolding her in a passionate embrace. They kissed deep and hard, breasts pressed firmly together. Tanya kissed Solan wildly until they both were gasping, tasting her cunt on the woman’s lips, sharing the flavor of it with her.

Tanya held Solan close, their bodies pleasurably entwined, her lips on the woman’s neck, Solan’s hand resting lightly on her breast… then she looked up to see Fiola, wide-eyed and enthralled, staring at them. She stood next to her daughter Rebekah, a darling girl of eleven whose eyes were big as saucers, her childish mouth open as she stared at Solan lying naked with Tanya… at Mondra kissing the High Priestess while fingering Song’s cunt. Almost unconsciously, the little girl pressed one hand against the budding breasts beneath her gown.

Tanya smiled to see them. As hard as she’d just come, her body and soul still craved more, and she knew that her hunger was feeding theirs. She could feel their shock, and their even deeper arousal, and it made Tanya even hotter than she’d been just minutes ago. “Hi,” she breathed to Fiola and Rebekah, her arms still entwined about Solan, feeling the cook’s kisses on her neck as she stroked the woman’s bare back. “I want you two to see something.”

She turned to Solan and kissed her sweetly, then extricated herself from the woman’s loving embrace. She shifted on the enormous bed, turning her attention to Song and Mondra. The High Priestess lay beneath the preteen girl, both women still kissing hungrily, their fingers working expertly in each other’s hot, wet cunts.

Tanya lowered her face to kiss Song’s breast, and the High Priestess moaned, turning towards her. “Did you enjoy making love to Mondra?” she asked softly. Song nodded, unable to speak.

Then Tanya looked at the flushed face of Mondra. “Do you like to touch the High Priestess’s pussy?” Nuzzling Song’s breasts, the young girl nodded. “Did you enjoy tasting her, making her come?” An even harder nod. Tanya smiled, her lips touching Mondra’s ear as she whispered “Want to take it to the next level…?”

Mondra, eyes suddenly fixed on her, licked her lips and nodded once more.

Tanya smiled. “Then let me show you something.” She turned to Mondra’s mother. “Solan, kneel up here.” She made room for the older woman to get onto the bed facing her daughter, hands pressed between her thighs.

Tanya knelt between naked mother and daughter on the bed, and enjoyed the way they looked at each other — hungry, aroused, uncertain, a little afraid, a little intrigued. Tanya smiled, reached between them, taking one of their breasts in each hand and stroking it. Mondra gasped, Solan sighed. Their nipples were alike, yet unalike… and Tanya loved to touch them both, feel their heat. The heat they had for her.

She turned to Mondra and kissed her, softly. The younger woman whimpered, but eagerly tongue-kissed her, and Tanya tasted Song’s cunt on her face. “You’re so beautiful,” she breathed into her mouth. “I want you so much.”

“I want you,” Mondra moaned back, closing her eyes.

Tanya turned to Solan now, heavy-lidded, moist-lipped. “Your daughter is so lovely,” she breathed to her mother. “I love kissing her. She kisses like you.” She pressed her wet lips to Solan’s. Her little squeak of protest only fed Tanya’s desire.

She licked her lips as she leaned back. “Mmm,” she turned to Mondra, “your mom’s got my pussy all over her face.” She turned her head, came closer. “Taste me…” Tanya kissed the young maid, and heard the same soft squeak from her. She could feel Mondra’s tongue lick her lips, purring with pleasure at Tanya’s flavor.

Tanya turned to look at Fiola, still clothed, clutching the shoulders of her daughter, both of them staring at Mondra and Solan on the bed with Tanya. Rebakah’s little mouth was open, her lips moist. The girl trembled at what she was watching. Trembled with anticipation… and desire.

Tanya turned back to Mondra and Solan, mother and daughter seated on the bed with her, and gave them each a sweet smile. She took one hand from each and placed them on her own breasts. She closed her eyes and arched her back when they both began to knead her large, hard-nippled tits.

They learned quickly. Their hands circled her breasts, not touching the nipples, just barely brushing them, making her sigh. She bit her lip as Mondra and Solan moved closer to her… then the hands of mother and daughter made contact.

She could feel the electricity between them as if it passed through her nipples. They were feeling their own first lesbian desire for her, and now their desire seemed to slowly encompass one another. Tanya felt how powerful their arousal was as she bit her lip harder, fighting the urge to bring the two together to kiss. She had to let events unfold on their own. If she made them go slow, get closer on their own — it would be oh, so much better. So much hotter.

She concentrated on the feeling of mother and daughter touching her breasts. Oh, now Solan used both her hands… and now, so did Mondra. They caressed, and stroked, and their fingers touched, glided over, interlaced, fell away, re-engaged… Tanya moaned to feel four hands fondling her now, mother and daughter stroking her breasts and each other’s hands at the same time. Drawing, slowly, closer. And closer…

Tanya cupped her breasts in her hands. “Lick them,” she breathed.

And Solan, then Mondra bent closer to kiss her pale skin, to lick the soft, warm flesh… then each took a nipple into a warm, wet mouth. “Oh yes,” Tanya moaned, as mother and daughter shared her. “Oh, yes, my sweet lovers. Your lips feel so good on my breasts. Mmmmmm.”

Their heads close together, mother and daughter each sucked one of Tanya’s nipples as she looked down on them. So alike they looked… yet, so different. Mondra so fresh, Solan so earthy and hungry. A delicate young girl and an experienced older woman, their lips on her flesh, her nipples in their hot mouths. She rolled her head back at the sensation of mother and daughter joining together to make love to her.

Tanya then drew Mondra’s face up to hers and kissed her hotly, then whispered in her ear. “Suck your mother’s nipple, now, lover,” she husked to the young girl. “Go on — do to her like you did to me.”

Mondra hesitated, but only for a moment… then lowered her head down to her mother’s hanging breasts, kissing the one closest to her.

Solan, her eyes closed, opened them slightly… then, as her daughter’s lips closed on her nipple and sucked at it, arched her eyebrows, as if to concede that yes, it was her daughter at her breast — it was her daughter sucking her nipple, and God, it felt so good!

Tanya watched them, her chest heaving. “All right,” she said, “Mondra, suck my nipple again. Solan… I want to see you licking your daughter’s nipple at the same time.”

A quick look of shock and mutual trepidation passed between them, and then Mondra had Tanya’s nipple between her lips again. Solan gently touched Mondra’s bare breast for the first time, eyes wide with wonder, then slowly bent and touched her tongue to her daughter’s erect nipple. Mondra sighed, and turned to offer her breast to her mother.

To Tanya’s delight, Solan’s mouth became eager, taking in the pink tip of her daughter’s smaller breast, sucking it strongly, surely… then her free hand took her child’s other breast, and fondled it openly. Palmed it, thumbed her nipple, caressing it, making love to it.

Making love to her, Tanya thought. That’s what I want.

As if she read Tanya’s mind, Mondra reached to her mother’s hanging breast, and began to caress it with loving strokes. She was more comfortable with touching her mother this way, now. More experienced. More desiring.

Mondra sat up straight and, thoughtfully licking her lips, looked down at her mother, still nursing at her breast. Solan, looking up, saw the adoring look on her daughter’s face, and sat up to face her.

Tanya didn’t dare to breathe. She watched as wide-eyed Solan, her lips parted, leaned close to a trembling Mondra. Their lips touched, mother to daughter, and their eyes closed as they gently brushed them together in a little try-it-out kiss. They moved apart, opening their eyes, their beautiful blue eyes, each looking deep into the other’s soul… and the answer there was yes.

They melted back together, mother kissing daughter, and Tanya saw and heard the liquid sound of their tongues engaging, dueling with each other as their kiss grew hot and hungry. And as she put her hands on their backs to feel their desire grow, she felt the deep forbidden thrill of breaking a double taboo — lesbian love, and lesbian incest.

Mondra pulled back first. “I love you,” she gasped. “Oh, Mama, I love you!”

“I love you too,” Solan crooned, cupping her baby’s breasts. “Oh, sweet Mondra, my angel!”

“I’m going to kiss you again, Mama,” Mondra swallowed.

Solan’s breath was ragged. “I want you to, darling.”

“Really kiss you, Mama.”

“Oh, baby, please…” Solan breathed, “Make love to me.” She closed her eyes, her moist lips parting for her daughter.

With a whimper of lust and delight and forbidden desire, Mondra claimed her mother’s open mouth with her own, throwing her arms around Solan’s neck as the older woman hugged her waist.

Tanya, wide-eyed, watched mother and daughter kiss like lovers. She couldn’t stop from touching them, caressing the bodies of the incestuous mother and daughter. She hadn’t imagined it would be so hot to watch them, so much alike, now so hungry for each other. She stroked them, nuzzled their ears, their necks… but they only kissed each other, their newly realized desire drawing them together.

Tanya moved away to watch as their hands slipped between each other’s thighs… and she cooed with delight as Solan eased her fingers into her daughter’s glistening pussy, and Mondra began to probe her mother’s wet cunt. Solan moaned and, still feasting on her daughter’s mouth, gently pushed Mondra onto her back. The thirteen-year-old opened her thighs, welcoming the weight of her mother’s mound against her own.

Tanya looked over her shoulder to where Fiola stood, behind the rapt Rebekah… the young girl now touching herself beneath her chiton. Tanya gazed directly into the child’s eyes… and as if in a trance, Rebekah pulled off her chiton to stand naked, her skin pale, her little nipples hard on the soft little rises of her new girlish breasts. She stroked them with her free hand, and in the girl’s eyes was a hunger that sent Tanya’s lust soaring.

Her pussy throbbing as if with a life of its own, Tanya rose onto her knees and stepped off the bed. Fiola and Rebekah stood, enthralled, as the languid girl padded towards them. She reached out, and with one finger she traced the hollow at the top of Fiola’s breastbone. “Take it off,” she whispered.

Fiola, trembling, did as she was bid, drawing her purple chiton off to stand naked in front of Tanya. She rested one hand on her daughter’s bare shoulder. “What — what’s happening to me?” she quavered. “You — you’re somehow– somehow making this happen.”

Tanya was too high to care. “It’s the Gift of Venus,” she said, her voice breathy and tender. “Bringing the gift of love.” She looked back to where Mondra lay on top of her mother, kissing her deeply, her hand half buried in Solan’s pussy. “They feel it. They can love without exception. Without reservation. Without fear or guilt or shame.”

As if to emphasize Tanya’s point, Mondra suddenly swiveled her body around atop Solan’s, straddling her mother’s face. Solan moaned happily at the sight of her child’s dripping pussy, then eagerly extended her tongue to taste Mondra for the first time. Liking what she found, the older woman reached up to grasp her daughter’s hips, drawing the girl’s cunt down to settle on her open mouth.

Mondra cried out, palming her breasts as her mother ate her pussy… then she lowered her face between Solan’s thighs to lick at her mother.

The other four women in the room stared at the erotic spectacle unfolding before them. Song sat in a nearby chair, two fingers buried in her cunt, her mouth slack from pleasure. Fiola’s arms encircled Rebekah, her naked body pressed against that of her daughter. Tanya lightly brushed her own nipples with her fingertips, sighing happily as she watched mother and daughter fuck.

On the bed Solan lay under her daughter, legs spread wide. Her daughter Mondra, hair wild and flowing, lay reversed on top of her mother, her mouth sunk deep into her own mother’s thick pubes, sucking at her wet pussy. Tanya could hear the helpless moans of lust from Solan, the wet sound of the woman’s tongue probing her thirteen-year-old daughter’s vagina. She trembled to feel the incestuous lesbian need coursing through them like a whirlpool. Lust feeding on lust. Mother and daughter, who never before even knew they could want another woman, were now making love with a hunger that seemed to charge the very air of the room.

Fiola, now as naked as her little girl, stood looking on Solan and Mondra making love, her hands now touching her own daughter, stroking the eleven-year-old girl’s budding chest, her smooth stomach, tracing down to within inches of Rebekah’s little-girl vagina. Rebekah herself swayed as if she was intoxicated, her lips parted as she watched Mondra feast on her mother’s pussy.

Tanya came closer, and Fiola and Rebekah turned their expectant faces to her, ready for anything. “I love this,” Tanya said to them. “I love it when two women who never touched each other before find they enjoy sharing their bodies as lovers. And when it’s a mother sharing with her daughter… there’s no sweeter joy in this world.” She placed a hand upon Fiola and Rebekah’s bare shoulders, leaning in close to whisper, “I’d love to see you two kiss.”

It was as if she had given them permission. Fiola leaned forward just as Rebekah turned her head to meet her mother’s mouth with a gulp of delight and girlish pleasure. They kissed, gently at first… then harder, deeper, their tongues coming to life at the same instant. Fiola’s hands found and caressed her daughter’s breasts, teasing her nipples. Rebekah made a tiny sound of surprise and delight, stroking her mother’s arm, covering Fiola’s hands as they cupped her baby breasts.

“Oh, yes,” Tanya whispered. “Oh, you look so beautiful doing that. Keep kissing. Let me see you make love to each other.”

Fiola turned Rebekah to her, brushing the girl’s wayward hair back from her face, and they traded nervous, slightly self-conscious smiles. The air was full of the scent of aroused women and girls… and Tanya knew they could scent their own arousal, and that of the other mother-daughter couple on the bed. They cupped each others’ faces, closed their eyes, and their mouths came together in a tender, sweet, and very passionate kiss.

Tanya licked her lips as mother and daughter finally broke apart, dreamy expressions on their faces. “You love your little girl, don’t you, Fiola? Really love her.”

Fiola turned to her. “Oh, yes. Now I — Now I understand how much I love her.” She turned to her daughter, stroking her face as she smiled. “How much I want to love her. How about you, honey…?”

“I love you, too, Mommy,” the adolescent said, stroking her mother’s face, touching her lips. “You’re so beautiful. I want to touch you so much… ” They gently kissed, then opened their eyes and smiled at each other. “I love kissing you, Mommy. I could just do it… ” She closed her eyes and pressed her lips to her mother’s, and Tanya watched as the little girl licked at Fiola’s mouth, “…forever.” And with that, Rebekah seemed to melt into her mother’s arms, offering herself up to the woman who had given her life.

Fiola and Rebekah clung to each other, kissing passionately, and Tanya felt their lust grow.

“Do you love each other… like that?” she purred, indicating Solan and Mondra, still eating each other’s cunts on the bed.

Fiola and Rebekah, holding and caressing each other, watched mother and daughter make love. Then Fiola turned to her child with a loving smile. “Would you like to do that with me, Rebekah?”

The little girl tossed her hair back. “Yes!” she gasped, her eyes flashing with excitement. “Do you want to?”

“I do,” Fiola nodded, and smiled. “I want to love you like that, baby. So much.”

Rebekah kissed her, hard, tongue quickly flashing into her mother’s mouth for emphasis. “Love me, Mommy. Love me like Mondra loves her mother. I want — I want to be yours.”

“Let’s get closer,” Fiola breathed, her eyes flicking from the other mother-daughter couple to her own little girl, “and see how they’re doing it.”

Tanya eagerly watched as the woman and her child daughter got onto the bed next to Solan and Mondra, the two incestuous lovers still locked in a wet, hot sixty-nine. Fiola’s eyes glowed as brightly as Rebekah’s, and she tenderly cupped her child’s breasts.

Rebekah’s breathing was so ragged, her color so high, Tanya wondered how the girl could keep from leaping on her mother in that instant. “I’ve never seen women make love before,” she breathed.

Fiola stroked the hair from her daughter’s forehead. “Me either. I never… never knew incest could be so… ” She bit her lip. “So good.”

“Is that what this is, Mommy?” and the little girl turned her head to look into her mother’s eyes. “Incest?”

“Lesbian incest,” her mother whispered, bending to kiss her child’s forehead. “Mother… and daughter.”

“Daughter,” and Rebekah offered her mouth up, her eyes closed, “and mother. Love me, Mommy.”

They kissed passionately as Tanya stood over them, two fingers deep in her own pussy as she watched them make out, Rebekah atop her mother next to the sixty-nining Solan and Mondra. Then Rebekah turned her body around to face Fiola’s feet.

Now lying on their sides, Fiola and Rebekah reached for one another’s hips as they parted their thighs… and mother and daughter pressed their hungry mouths to the wet and secret places where their lust was blooming. The happy sigh they both gave as they began to kiss each other’s pussy, then lick, then tongue one another deep inside… the joy of watching Rebekah and Fiola exploring, enjoying their bodies… it made Tanya’s pussy throb.

Side by side, mistresses and servants, two mother-daughter couples — making love to one another for the first time, reveling in their forbidden passions, the pleasures of their wet cunts, their asses, their breasts… and oh, how they loved it!

They loved it! Tanya could almost sob at the beauty of it. These feelings were not perverted, were not deranged or bad — they had been deepened… and Mondra licked her mother’s anus with as much devotion and care as Rebekah showed in her tender nuzzling of her mother’s clitoris.

The deep maternal love Solan had for Mondra was just as much there as before, only now it was with her tongue buried deep inside her beautiful blue-eyed daughter, and was equally as sweet and tender as Fiola’s pressing of her mouth into Rebekah’s entire hairless slit and lapping her, over and over again, from clit to asshole, loving the taste of her daughter, loving the way their daughters pleasured them, their tenderness blending seamlessly into lust, fanning the flames of their need for the women who bore them, the children they bore, now the lovers who sucked their cunts and touched their skin and loved them, loved them as child, as mother, as sweet incestuous lovers.

The feeling they gave off was more than lust, more than mere passion. This new love they had for each other merged seamlessly, blended effortlessly with the old… so it was no longer such a different thing for mother to peck her daughter on the cheek, or to fuck her mouth with a loving tongue. No different to touch her hand, or to hold her naked sweaty body close, teasing her nipples with playful little bites. All the same to hug her and to kiss her with her mouth full of the sweet taste of her pussy, trading her own flavor back, sweet and thick. Love and lust were one and the same, only a small distance apart. A pat on her fanny could be a wet finger deep in her ass. A kiss hello could be the prelude to undressing her, falling to her knees and licking her sugary pudenda.

Tanya felt the room pulsing with the precious love of mother and daughter, for all mothers and daughters, loving each other with little kisses and fingers buried deep in hungry orifices, sharing soul-shattering orgasms — oh yes! Like that one!

As in a dream, Tanya watched the four of them come apart, and then, with smiles and caresses and deep tongue kisses, Mondra kissed and stroked the tits of Fiola, and Solan clasped little Rebekah in her hands, covering the little girl’s mouth with her own.

She watched smiling as a cooing Fiola nestled her face into Mondra’s open crotch as Solan sank her tongue deep into Rebekah’s hairless quim. The daughters ended up side by side as their mothers tongue-fucked them, their hands touching, then they shyly linked fingers. They smiled at each other, almost lost in the deep maternal lust they felt, then they moved together and kissed, softly, like young girls ought to, their little tongues playing together… then locking their lips together in close, sweet passion.

Tanya felt soft arms wind around her body, and turned into Song’s embrace. The High Priestess’ mouth sought hers, and Tanya reached down to cup Song’s ass while they kissed. Their naked bodies pressed together, Song grinding her thigh against Tanya’s throbbing, wet pussy.

Breaking their kiss, Tanya glanced over Song’s shoulder as Mondra eagerly rolled Fiola onto her back, dipping her face between the woman’s legs to eat her cunt, while Rebekah did the same with Solan… and now it was the daughters holding the mothers’ thighs wide, mouths pressed to their pussies, and now it was Fiola who opened her eyes to look down, then at Rebekah licking Solan, then at Solan, smiling at her, reaching for her hand.

They held hands tenderly, looking deep into each other’s eyes. It was Fiola who said, “I love you,” to the other mother, and Solan who replied, “I love you, too!” They moved to kiss, a soft, mother-to-mother kiss that spoke of how fine and good their newfound lust for their daughters was… and now, for one another.

Their desire grew, and grew… and suddenly Fiola had Solan on her back and was kissing her, then trailed her tongue down the cook’s body before settling down to feast on Solan’s pussy.

The two daughters watched, holding hands, then they looked into each other’s eyes. They leaned close to kiss, eyes open, softly, tentatively — then they grinned, and giggled, and kissed hotly, groaning, before their hands stole between one another’s thighs to fondle their adolescent slits. The two young girls lay back together, arranging their bodies so Rebekah was on the bottom, her mouth deep in Mondra’s open cunt, and Mondra feasted on the wet pussy of the thirteen-year-old as avidly as her mother ate out Fiola.

Song, somehow knowing that Tanya needed to see the incest that unfolded before her fevered gaze, knelt behind the teenage girl and began planting soft, sweet kisses on her buttocks. Tanya purred happily, then inhaled sharply as the High Priestess gently parted her cheeks and pressed her tongue into the girl’s ass crack, eagerly rimming her.

Head spinning from Song’s loving attentions, Tanya watched the passionate games that daughters and mothers played before her on the bed. Hands felt for hands, caressed faces pressed between parted thighs, sweat-glazed breasts brushed together, naked women and girls moving and melting into each other. Fiola was eating Rebekah, who was lapping hungrily at Mondra, who was eating her mother, who was licking Fiola. A closed chain of love.

Suddenly all four women shuddered, exploding together in a torrential four-way orgasm… and Tanya gasped to feel how powerful it was, how heavily it shook her, like an ocean wave crashing her into a seawall.

Rebekah moaned, “Oh, Mommy, I’m coming!”

“YES, baby!” Fiola panted, tossing a sweaty strand of hair from her face. “Come for Mommy!”

“Oh — oh — oh, Mommy! Mommy, I love you!”

“I love you, Mama,” Mondra panted, squeezing her mother’s breast.

“Oh, honey,” Solan moaned, “this is heavenly,” nibbling at her daughter’s lips, then claiming Mondra’s mouth in a hungry kiss.

“It’s so wonderful,” Fiola panted, “I just sucked my baby daughter’s sweet little pussy, then she licked me… and — and it still isn’t enough. I want to make love to her again — what about you, baby?” She kissed Rebekah’s little thirteen-year-old mouth, her tongue emerging to lick around the little girl’s pussy-wet lips.

“I want to fuck you again, Mommy,” Rebekah moaned, cuddling her tits. “I love doing this — I love making you come!”

Song rose from her kneeling position at Tanya’s ass, and drew the young redhead into her arms, kissing her hungrily. “It’s… it’s all because of you!” she gasped happily, holding Tanya’s face to her breast. “Sweet, sweet, precious child of Venus! You make us all realize the power of love…”

Dizzy with possibility, hungry from Song’s kisses, fired by the sight of beautiful girls and women making love around her, Tanya could only moan happily.

The End

 

by Author Unknown

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

All right, site detectives… can anyone find the original of this one? The basic plot is the same, though I gave it a major coat of polish.

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I took off Erin’s jeans and panties together, eager for her. She giggled and kept her legs closed, teasing me. Kneeling between her legs, I eased them apart, revealing her pussy, cooing as the scent of her excitement wafted to my nose. Her hair was very fine on her mound, sparse and light brown. I kissed one knee, then the other, nuzzling my way down her thighs as she opened them wide for me.

I saw the ring then, small and golden, nestled between her pussy lips. I dipped my head and ran my tongue between her lips as she opened, tasting her. Moaning, she rolled her hips, her fingers in my hair, urging me to her as my teeth closed on the ring and pulled. She could tell that I was excited by my discovery by the way my tongue moved as I kissed her wetness.

“Oh, Jenny,” she moaned, her fingers tightening in my hair. I flicked her ring with my tongue. “Have you ever seen anyone pierced like this before?”

I knew I shouldn’t have said it, but blurted it out anyway. The good wine, the heady excitement of sex, the taste of her… all combined to cloud my senses.

“Only my mom,” I said.

Her body stilled under my kisses. I licked at her, my tongue lightly brushing her clit.

“Your mom?” Her voice was thick, no longer passionate, but I was not sure what else it was. “Your mother is pierced? And you — you’ve seen her?”

I let my nod answer, licking her, not wanting the mood to change, wanting to make love with her, hoping she would not be shocked, knowing she was anyway.

But there were lots of reasons a daughter might know her mother wore a gold ring in her clitoris. Nude beaches. Casual bathroom scenes. Any number of things.

Or the daughter could have been lying naked between her mother’s thighs and kissing her cunt, just as I was now with Erin.

I had met Erin just that day. I saw her and wanted her and within moments of talking to her, I knew she wanted me too. I am tall and well-rounded, blonde and blue-eyed, and easily attract attention. Just like my mother.

These things went through my mind as I licked Erin, trying to bring her mind back to lovemaking. She was too curious — or freaked out? — to let me, though.

“How… I mean, when…” She had to ask.

I moved from between her legs and lay down next to her. Softly, I kissed her lips, seeing her eyes were open. Sighing, I decided I had nothing to lose by being honest. Either she would be totally turned off or it would excite her… so I finally spoke.

“Erin, my mother and I are very close.”

She let me kiss her, then pulled away to look at me. “How close?”

My fingers moved between her legs, toying with the ring. “Very close.”

“Oh, God,” she murmured–partly with shock, partly because of my fingers. “You’re… you’re kidding, right?”

“No,” I answered simply, kissing her ardently as I lay next to her, easing a finger inside her cunt.

“You have — have made love with your…”

“Yes,” I answered, punctuating my answer by pushing my finger into her even deeper.

“Oh, God.”

I stopped her from saying more by covering her mouth with mine, letting my body speak to hers, wanting to bring her back into the moment, the touch of my fingers moving in and out of her, the sweet taste of my lips on her own, the warmth of my body against hers.

Erin whimpered under me, and I could sense her excitement returning, building. She arched her back, pressing her slender body to mine, her sex onto my finger as her tongue slipped into my mouth. Then she broke the kiss and gazed at me, lips parted and breathing heavily. “Oh, Jenny,” she sighed, “that excites me.”

In a moment I was sure of it as she pushed me back onto the bed, trailing kisses down my body, biting each nipple a little harder than just for pure pleasure, then moving down, down between my long legs, touching my clit with her lips, then suddenly licking my pussy gently. Her tongue was hot and playful and I squirmed, raising my arms over my head and palming my breasts and their hard nipples. It was sheer delight.

“Jenny,” she said, pausing in her licking, “tell me.”

Tell her. Tell her how I became my mother’s lover. As if it were that easy.

***

Delia is an amazing woman. She was seventeen when I was born, thirty-three when we first made love. Free-spirited and uninhibited, she began playing with other women when quite young, then with men later.

She was married, briefly, before she met my father. When they did meet, the sparks flew, so she left her husband and took up with Dad and another woman named Tina, a ménage a trois that kept them quite happy for a few years. They broke up, then she reunited with Tina on my fifteenth birthday.

Shortly after I was born, Mom decided to go to graduate school to study advanced design. She supported us by becoming a nude model. Mom had been featured before in a men’s magazine, and her sister had done two porn movies. It wasn’t like any of the women in my family were very shy about showing off their bodies.

I gazed deep into Erin’s expectant eyes as she ate me, then took a deep breath.

“We were doing a modeling shoot,” I began. “A mother and daughter thing. Nude.”

“Totally nude?” asked Erin, pausing in her licking, the uncertainty and awe clear in her voice.

“Not a stitch,” I nodded. “I’d modeled before, but this was the first time I’d ever done a shoot naked.” God, her tongue was so wonderful, such a delight. I lowered my hands and ran my fingers through her hair as my other hand lightly caressed my breasts.

“The photographer had the stylist braid our hair together for some of the shots, so we couldn’t move apart at all. The photos themselves weren’t sexual, really, they were more artistic… but I felt incredibly aroused anyhow — because the slightest movement would cause my breast to touch hers, or her naked hip to brush mine. Anyway, there was a lot of our skin touching one another. And we had our arms around each other most of the time.”

“Oh, God,” Erin murmured, laying her head on my shoulder and caressing my breast. “This is so turning me on.” She nestled her face into my shoulder for a moment, then bent her lips to my nipple and let her hand play across my mound, fingers teasing my clit. Her slim thighs found one of mine and pulled it up tight to press against her sex. “Tell me more.”

“Well, at first, we tried not to brush against one another more than we could help,” I breathed, “but it felt so good when we did that we… well, we kinda started brushing our bodies together on purpose.” I inhaled sharply as Erin lightly teased my clit with her finger. “Not too much, just enough so no one at the session would notice. We kept giving each other these big naughty smiles, like we were totally getting away with something. Mmmm, that feels so nice, Erin.” I sighed deeply as she touched me, savoring the thrill of her lips on my nipple.

“Once we were done, the photographer had hired a limo to take us home… and after the shoot, we threw on our clothes and slipped into the back seat, kind of flushed and very aroused. Neither of us had put on our panties or bras, we just tucked them into our bags… so we were both completely naked under our dresses. I was feeling hotter than a pistol, knowing I was going to get myself off as soon as I got home and to my room.”

Erin nuzzled my neck as her finger slid in and out of me. I was on fire, both from her touch and knowing how much it was turning her on to hear about my first time with Mom. I’d never told anyone before, and found myself getting deeper and deeper into the idea of sharing the memory with a lover.

“I glanced over at Mom at some point and was kinda surprised to see her with her hand between her legs, touching her pussy. It was such a sexy sight that I think I gasped out loud. But what really surprised me was that she didn’t stop fingering herself after I caught her. In fact, she spread her legs even wider, putting herself on display for me. She had such a… such a bad-girl expression on her face, I can still picture it.”

I sucked in my breath again as her finger pumped my dripping cunt. “I couldn’t just sit there and watch her anymore — so I slid across the seat to her. As I did, the hem of my dress caught and rode up my legs until my pussy was showing.”

Erin giggled. “You slut,” She withdrew from me, running her wet fingers through my pubes.

“Hush, now… we’re getting to the good part. Mom sat up as I came near her, just… looking at me. Now, I’d been nude with her nearly all day, and she’d seen me without clothes thousands of times before. But this was different and we both knew it… and she was turned on. I was too. So I came close and kissed her on the mouth — not a daughter’s kiss to her mother, but a real kiss, a kiss of passion.”

Erin kissed me hungrily to let me know that she knew exactly what I meant, then moved again, making her way down between my breasts. “Go on.” Her soft brown hair tickled my skin.

“As we kissed, I ran my fingers up her leg, up her bare thigh. I felt her pressing into me, wanting it as much as I did. I still remember how wet her cunt was the first time I touched her there. Her mouth opened and she gasped, then whispered, ‘I love you, Jennifer.’ I smiled and said that I loved her too, and her thighs opened wide for me. We kissed again, my fingers opening her cunt, and she wrapped her arms around me as I made love to her.”

“Damn…” Erin breathed, pausing to trail her tongue over my tummy.

“Mmmm… Okay, so I was working my fingers in and out of her, and then I felt her hand between my legs, caressing my pussy. Oh, Erin…” I purred happily as she trailed a line of soft kisses down my body. My head spun, but I continued, knowing how hot my story was making her. “She had just slipped the tip of her finger inside me when, all of a sudden, the limo stopped outside our house.” I giggled, remembering. “Oh, man, was that a shock! We had to get about ten seconds to get ourselves apart and covered up before the driver opened the door.”

“Wow,” Erin said again. “Did he catch you?” She was teasing me with feather-light kisses, brushing her lips all around my cunt without actually touching me there.

“No,” I grinned wickedly, “but the car reeked of pussy, so who knows what he was thinking?”

“So… what then?”

“Oh, we got inside as fast as we could scoot ourselves– and as soon as the front door closed behind us, Mom pushed me back against it and kissed me, hard. I remember sucking on her tongue. Then she knelt at my feet, tore off my skirt, and put her hands on my ass, pulled me forward just a bit… and the next thing I felt was her mouth on my cunt.”

“Wow,” Erin said, “that must have been incredible.”

“It was,” I gasped as her tongue traced slowly along my labia. “I’d never been licked or even touched there by someone else, and Mom was so good at it. She only had to eat my pussy for a minute or two before I was coming so hard I nearly fell over.”

“Wow,” Erin said again.

“Then she kissed me again, and I could taste my pussy all over her lips and tongue. It had me hot all over again, and I knew I had to do that to her — lick her the same way.”

“God, this is making me crazy,” she murmured into my pubes.

“I started tearing her clothes off. I ripped her skirt, but she only laughed. Anyhow, once she was naked I just started making out with Mom like I was possessed — groping her, biting her, kissing again and again… I had my way with her for awhile, got her so hot she was hyperventilating. Then I was between her thighs and nuzzling her. I’d never eaten pussy before, but somehow I knew exactly how to please a woman — how to please her. It was fucking incredible.”

“Make love to me, Jenny,” Erin whispered, moving up my body to kiss me sweetly. “Like you would make love with her.”

I sat up, taking the lead, rolling Erin onto her back.

“Oh, Mom,” I murmured in her ear as I ran my hand up her thigh to touch her ring again. I threw my thigh over hers as she moaned in pleasure, my other hand cupping her  breast, feeling her nipple stiffen against my palm. God, how it stirred my memory to think of how my mother’s breast felt through her blouse that first time I touched her.

My hungry mouth found Erin’s — and as we kissed, I pulled at her ring, just as I had with my mother on that incredible day seven years ago.

“Oh, Jennifer,” Erin cried out, trying to lift her hips, even with me on top of her. “You did that to her, to your mother, your own mother, you pulled her pussy ring?”

She knew the answer. But hearing me say so would excite her. “Yes, I played with her ring, lover. I pulled it like this…” and I demonstrated, “and turned it like this.” Erin cried out again, louder this time. I love noisy women.

“And then,” I whispered, moving down her body, “I did this.” I began to nibble her clit.

Erin’s trembling hands came down to rest on my head, her fingers lacing into my hair. “Do you still make love to her? Do you… is she still…”

My tongue moved with her, into her, the ring teased and toyed with. I could sense her impending release as she moved with me, her pussy opening to my kiss.

“Yes, Erin,” I breathed. ”She is still my lover.” I slipped two fingers deep into her. “My mother is a very desirable woman.”

“Oh, God, so is her daughter,” Erin moaned. “Oh, God!” She came explosively, gasping and crying out, arching her body.

“Want to meet her? I am sure she would like you… very much.”

“Yessssssss,” my pretty young lover hissed.

I kissed her sweetly… then rolled over onto my back, my legs open to her, eager for her touch.

The End