Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Carmen’s First Attempt at Seduction

By Cheryl Taggert 

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That following Wednesday when I got home from school, Jenna, who got out a half hour before I did, was on the phone in the upstairs den, sitting on an over-stuffed wing chair. Her shoes were kicked off and lying on the floor like two dead animals, her feet were up on the seat of the chair, and her hand was buried inside the front of her panties. She was gently rubbing herself there, the knuckles of her fingers tenting the panties away from her little muffin as they massaged her warmth.

“Uh-huh. Are you?” she was saying as I entered the room.

I smiled at her, cocking my eyebrows in a “who’s that?” fashion. I’d not been horny when I entered the house, but I could feel moisture building already from the sexy sight of my ten-year-old adopted sister playing with herself while talking to someone on the phone.

She said into the phone, “Hold on a sec,” and said to me, “It’s Carmen. She’s waiting for her sister to get home.” Her grin could light up the entire valley.

The way Jenna said ‘waiting’ let me know Carmen was trying out my plan of allowing her sister to catch her masturbating.

“Is she doing what you’re doing?” I asked as she went back to her conversation. Jenna nodded.

“So, are you naked?” Jenna asked. Carmen answered. Jenna said, “Cool. I wish I could be there to see what happens.”

I realized I at least wanted to hear what happened, so I said, “Why don’t you put it on speaker phone?”

“Huh?” Jenna asked, not having heard me.

“I said, why not put Carmen on speaker phone?”

Jenna turned to the phone and asked, “Is it okay if I put you on speaker? Cheryl wants to listen in, too.” Listening for a second as Carmen apparently agreed, Jenna reached for the base of the phone and pressed a button.

“– nervous about this,” Carmen was saying.

“Don’t be nervous,” Jenna said. “She does it too.”

“Yeah, but she’s never known that I do it,” Carmen answered.

“That’s the idea, to let your sister see you as sexually active,” I said.

“Hi, Cheryl,” Carmen said. I could hear the smile in her voice. It occurred to me that Carmen had a big crush on me.

“Hey,” I said. “And if she doesn’t take the bait, you can just come over here and we’ll all have fun. Our mom might even join in.”

“Really?!” Carmen said. I could tell she thought that was a great idea.

“Maybe not tonight, but, yeah, I think she’d be okay with it as long as you don’t tell anyone, like, ever,” I said.

“I think it would be so cool to lick your mom’s pussy and have her lick mine. I bet she’s great at it!” Carmen said. Then she added, “Hey, listen!”

We waited a second and then heard the squishy sound of fingers in a wet pussy. Then she was back. “Did you guys hear that?”

Jenna giggled. “Yeah, sounds tasty to me.”

“Ooh!” Carmen said. “I think I hear her coming in the front door!” We heard a ‘thunk’ sound as she put the phone down on the floor or something.

Jenna and I remained silent, listening to see what happened. After a moment, Carmen moaned loudly. In fact, it seemed almost too loud. I realized maybe I should have talked about making it not seem too obvious what she was doing, but it was too late now.

There was more moaning and then we heard her speak.

“Hey! Are you spying on me?”

“Just wondering what you’re doing,” another girl’s voice said, obviously Carmen’s sister, Clare.

“Not doing anything you haven’t done before. Especially with Erica.”

“How do you know what Erica and I do? Have you been spying on me?”

“Who has to spy? I can hear you two through the wall.”

There was a moment of silence before Clare said, “You’d have to put your ear to the wall to hear us. Not that there was anything to hear.”

It occurred to me that Carmen and Clare didn’t seem to get along that well, at least based on this conversation. I looked at Jenna and thought to myself that I would never speak to her in the tone that Clare was using. I had to wonder if the fact we were lovers as well as sisters had anything to do with that. It made me hope even more that Carmen was successful in getting her sister involved sexually.

“Just the two of you licking each other’s pussy and having orgasms,” Carmen said.

“Have you ever even had an orgasm?” Clare asked.

“Lots of times.”

“I doubt it,” Clare said. This wasn’t going as I’d hoped.

“Have too. I was just about to have one when you got caught spying.”

“Are you telling me you’re close to coming?”

“I was.”

There was silence again, then, “Naw. I don’t believe you.”

“I was so!” Carmen said. Then it occurred to me where this was going. I knew what Clare would say next.

“Prove it.”

More silence, then, “You gotta swear not to tell anyone. If you do, I’ll tell about you and Erica.”

“I won’t tell. What? You think I wanna blab to the world that I watched my little sister get herself off?”

“Well, you better not,” Carmen said.

There was the sound of some movement on the bed, and I pictured Carmen lying back and Clare sitting down beside her sister to watch her masturbate to an orgasm. I also wondered where the phone was and hoped Clare didn’t figure out someone was listening to their very private conversation.

“Gee, I never had any idea you did this kinda stuff,” Clare said. I could tell from her voice this was turning her on.

“I do lotsa stuff you don’t know about,” Carmen said. I could tell she was enjoying her touches because her breathing sounded as if she’d started jogging or something.

We listened as Carmen masturbated and her older sister watched. Neither girl said much for at least a minute. Carmen’s moans started again, and her breathing grew more ragged.

Then Carmen said, “What are you doing?”

“I’m joining you. Scoot over.”

Jenna and I heard the rustling sound of clothes being removed.

“I like your boobs,” Carmen said.

“They’re not much,” said Clare.

“More than I got.”

“You’re only ten. Give it time. They’ll grow.” A pause. “You know what makes them grow?”

“What?” asked Carmen, sounding genuinely interested.

“Having someone suck on them. At least that’s what Ben Talbot says.”

“Who’s Ben Talbot?”

“A boy at school. All I know is even if he’s making it up, it feels good. Can I do it to you?”

“Suck my boobs?” Carmen asked.

“Well, your nipples, anyway. Can I?” Clare sounded as if she couldn’t wait to get her mouth on her sister’s titties, though she really had none.

“Sure. Should I just keep touching myself?”

“For now. But don’t come yet. It will be better if you wait and we really mess around.”

Then we could hear the sounds of Clare sucking Carmen’s nipples. This lasted for a moment. “You ever kiss another girl?”

“Yeah,” Carmen answered.

“Who?”

There was a pause. I knew why Carmen was hesitating to answer. The two girls she had kissed were eavesdropping on their conversation.

“Just some girls. Two sisters in fact,” she said. “I’d rather not mention names.”

But of course, Clare could figure it out from there.

“It’s your friend Jenna, isn’t it? And her older sister. What’s her name? … Cheryl!”

“I didn’t say that!”

“You don’t have to. I can see it in your face. Then they do stuff like this together? Like what we’re doing?”

This was not a good development, but then again, there wasn’t much I could do about it now.

Carmen didn’t answer, but she didn’t need to.

“Wow. That Cheryl’s a hottie, too,” Clare said. “And her sister’s not bad for a girl your age, either.”

More silence. “So, is it okay if I kiss you?” Clare said. “You’ll like it. Erica says I kiss really good.”

“Okay.” I could hear regret in Carmen’s tone, but Clare didn’t seem to notice it. I knew Carmen was probably wondering what we were thinking while we eavesdropped.

Sounds of kissing came from the phone’s speaker. Jenna was looking at me as if to ask what I thought of the latest development that Clare now knew about us. I just shrugged my shoulders. At least we also knew about her, so it was a stalemate of sorts.

We could hear the sisters’ breathing and moaning as they kissed. Then when the kiss broke, Clare said, “Let’s sixty-nine.”

There was more rustling and soon we were listening in on the two girls as they licked and sucked each other’s pussy. My plan had been an enormous success, other than the discovery by Clare that Jenna and I were lovers.

My mouth was watering as I listened to the sisters, not to mention my pussy was dripping like a leaky faucet.

I looked at Jenna and her panties were now on the floor by the chair. The fingers of her right hand were doing a dance on her clit, while the fingers of her left hand tickled her butthole. I could tell she was getting close.

I quickly took off my own clothes and, naked, knelt in front of my adopted baby sister to begin kissing my way to her bald pussy.

Just as one of the sisters, Carmen I think, started coming, Jenna did the same.

After that, the breathing of the younger girls calmed quite a bit, but Clare still hadn’t come, and neither had I.

“Yes…. Yes…. Yes!” Clare was grunting in the wild rhythm of sex. Then, she was there. We listened as Carmen’s fourteen-year-old sister, Clare, came in her little sister’s mouth.

“Whew,” the girl said when she was finished and had recovered some from the climax that had taken her a few moments before. “You do know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

“Are we going to do this again sometime?” Carmen asked.

“As often as we have the opportunity and want to,” Clare said. “How long have you been having orgasms?”

“About a year,” Carmen said. “Why?”

“Cuz I feel like we just wasted a year we coulda been having fun,” Clare said.

I was still on edge from not having come yet, but we listened as Clare got up and went to her own room, apparently gathering her clothes while she finished talking with Carmen.

“Why don’t you come get in bed with me tonight? We’ll do this again then, okay?” Clare asked her sister.

“Okay,” we heard Carmen say. Then we heard the sound of a door closing and Carmen was back on the phone.

“Are you guys still there?” she whispered into the phone, apparently afraid Clare might hear her if she spoke louder.

“Are you kidding?” Jenna said. “Who could hang up on something like that?”

“Sorry,” Carmen said. “I didn’t mean for her to know about you two.”

“It’s okay,” I told her, “You really couldn’t help it, and she was bound to figure it out sooner or later anyway. It helps she is already thinking about Jenna and me as potential sex partners, as long as she doesn’t know we do it with my mom, too.”

“I won’t tell her,” Carmen said. “But it worked, didn’t it?” She was referring to my scheme to get Clare to have sex with her.

“Better than we’d hoped. I was thinking you two might just masturbate together to start with, but you two ended up licking each other to climax,” I said. “That was so hot.”

“Yeah,” Jenna added. “It was really cool to listen and enjoy it.”

“Did you two come?” Carmen asked.

“Jenna did, but I haven’t. At least not yet,” I said, winking at Jenna. “I’m pretty sure I can get some help with that. We may come more than once, in fact.”

“That sounds cool. I better go now, though. I don’t want her to find out you two were listening in.”

“By the way,” I said, interrupting her good-bye. “Where was the phone during all that?”

“It was on the table beside my bed. She didn’t notice it, though. Don’t worry.” Still, I wasn’t so sure, but there was nothing I could do about it if Clare had noticed the handset was there.

“Okay,” Jenna said. “See you again soon!”

“See you!” Carmen said, and hung up.

Jenna moved to where she was lying across the arm rests, her head sticking out of one side as the arm rest cradled her neck, and her butt pressed against the other arm rest. I moved to stand over her and lowered my tender, throbbing pussy to my sister’s mouth.

She began to tongue and kiss my pussy, smearing her face with the juices that had drenched me there. My clit was on fire as she made love to it. The throbbing increased its tempo, and soon I was mashing my pussy against Jenna’s face and shuddering from the orgasm that consumed me.

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Clare Cashion smiled as she replaced the receiver of the extension in her own room. When she was making love with Carmen, she had noticed her sister’s handset was on the bedside table. A small light indicated it was in use. She realized someone was listening in on what was happening, and she figured, rightly, that it was her little sister’s best friend, Jenna. She had hurried into her room and silently removed the handset from its base to listen in on what remained of the conversation.

She had been surprised that Jenna’s sister, Cheryl, had listened in as well. Clare heard the conversation and learned that Cheryl had helped Carmen seduce her. She also knew that Jenna was going to help Cheryl get off, maybe more than once, the older girl had said. However, the biggest thing was the news that Cheryl and Jenna did it with their mom. That was both very hot and very naughty.

The thought that she knew something like that about Cheryl and Jenna was almost enough to bring her to another orgasm. On the one hand, she owed Cheryl thanks for getting Carmen to go through with the seduction. Now, she would be enjoying her sister for many years to come. On the other hand, she was turned on to have something like this she could hold over Cheryl’s head.

Of course, Cheryl knew about her and Carmen. But she and Carmen didn’t have sex with their mom. It would be very bad for Cheryl’s entire family if that got out. Clare knew who Cheryl’s mom was — a famous porn actress — and Clare was certain that Cheryl would do just about anything to keep the incestuous relationship with her mom a secret. Clare thought she might even be able to have sex with the famous Kayleigh Katz!

As she lay there imagining the power she would have over Cheryl and her family, Clare smiled and thought to herself that blackmail could be a very good thing indeed.

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Gwen Fremont entered the bar and walked to the booth farthest from the door. The woman who waited there, Kinsey Harris, had known Cindy. They had worked together. It had taken some convincing to get Kinsey to meet with her, once she knew it wasn’t for a girl-girl date but to find out what she knew of Cindy and her life. Gwen sat in the booth across from Kinsey, making the call girl move to the other side of the booth so Gwen could face the door.

She took out a small pad of paper and marked the time and date. At the top of the page, she wrote Sleepy, the name of the character from Disney’s Snow White cartoon from the 40’s. She never used real names in her notes. The real names with their aliases were in her safe deposit box at the bank.

“Thanks for meeting me,” Gwen said to start the conversation.

The cocktail waitress came over to get Gwen’s order. “Hot chamomile tea,” she said before the waitress even got to the table, and the girl turned back toward the bar to fetch Gwen’s tea.

“Believe me, I wouldn’t if I knew something,” Kinsey said. “The fact is I don’t know shit about her disappearance,” She lit her cigarette, blowing the smoke in Gwen’s direction.

“Would you tell me if you did?”

“If it would make you disappear,” she answered.

“Okay, then, humor me. I’ve been hired to see if I can find out what happened to her.”

“Who hired you?”

“Just somebody.”

“She’s got family in Texas. They hire you?”

“There’s a good start,” Gwen said. “You see, I didn’t even know that much about her.”

“Well, I don’t know much more.”

“You two worked together?”

“Yeah, we sold shoes down at Macy’s.”

Gwen took a deep breath as the waitress arrived with her tea.

“No reason to turn into a smartass, okay?” she said. “I’m just doing my job just like you have to do yours. I’ll pay you for your time.”

“Yeah, that’s what you said when you called, but I ain’t seen shit yet as far as money.”

Gwen opened her purse and pulled out her wallet, removing three one-hundred-dollar bills. Kayleigh had given her money up front for expenses, plus 25% of her fee to be on retainer. She flashed the bills at Kinsey and reached under the table towards her, realizing the girl wouldn’t want any exchange of money to be seen by anyone curious enough to look over at them. Kinsey took the money and slipped the bills into her panties for safe keeping.

“If my bosses find out I talked to you, I might disappear, too. You know that, don’t you?”

“They won’t find out from me.” Gwen looked at Kinsey, and the girl visibly relaxed.

“Look, I’m sorry” Kinsey began. “I had a bad night. The truth is Cindy was a good person,” Kinsey said. “But she was turning tricks on her own time, and the guys we work for didn’t exactly like that.”

“The person who hired me said you work for Carl Lontano,” Gwen said.

Gwen noticed Kinsey stiffen some at the name. It surprised the girl that Gwen knew the real name of the person who was basically Kinsey’s pimp.

“Nah. I told ya. I work for Macy’s,” Kinsey said, but the humor was no longer there. Kinsey was now afraid. She puffed her cigarette and withdrew it from her lips, her fingers trembling noticeably.

Gwen looked at Kinsey and heaved a sigh. “Look, like I said, nobody will ever know you are the one who told me anything you tell me.”

Kinsey glanced down at the small notebook.

“I use aliases. I never put down a real name. That way, if someone finds this, they don’t know who told me what.”

Kinsey blew smoke out her nose. Fear welled up in her, making her heart speed up a bit. The funny thing about fear, though, was that it made Kinsey horny, and she felt her panties growing damp from the seeping moisture. “You sure you don’t wanna make a date with me? I swing both ways, you know.”

“Sorry, I don’t mix business with pleasure. Anyway–” Gwen stopped in the middle of her sentence.

“Actually, maybe I will. Is there a number to call to ask for you especially?”

“Sure.” Kinsey recited the number, and Gwen wrote it down in her notebook, but not the way a phone number would appear. She wrote the numbers in sequence as if she were adding the numbers together.

55 + 52 + 744 = 851

Of course, the last number, 851, meant nothing but the sum of the digits. It would throw anyone off the scent that this was a phone number: 555-2744.

Kinsey smiled. “Let me check my calendar.” She pulled it out and said, “I’m free Thursday from 9:30 to 11:30.”

Kayleigh, the woman who had hired Gwen, had said she suspected Mr. Lontano of “taking care” of Cindy. She hoped to use this number to reach him.

“Kinsey, I’m not actually going to make a date with you. I just wanted this number.” A thought occurred to her. “Is there another number, a more private one special people use sometimes?”

“Special people?” Kinsey asked, frowning at the news this lovely brunette wasn’t going to make a date. She was prettier than the usual women who called for her services.

“You know, high rollers, so to speak. People who give really nice tips.”

“Oh, nah. At our prices, everyone’s a high roller.”

Gwen smiled. She had suspected that, but wanted to be sure there wasn’t a second number where she would be more likely to find Mr. Lontano.

“When did you last see Cindy?” Gwen asked.

As Kinsey began to talk, Gwen felt something touching her leg. The next thing she knew, Kinsey had worked her bare foot up Gwen’s leg and was pushing her toes into Gwen’s pussy, massaging the softness there and producing quite a bit of moisture for her troubles.

Gwen looked at the girl. “I can’t pay you for this,” she said.

“You already paid,” Kinsey said. “Anyway, I think you’re pretty. Mostly I get these big dykes. Definitely not pretty.”

Soon, the girl had expertly slipped her toes through the leg-hole of Gwen’s panties and was masturbating the woman. As she approached her orgasm, Gwen leaned back and pushed her pussy toward the young girl with the talented foot. Gwen managed to prevent making any sounds as she climaxed. Nobody in the bar noticed.

Kinsey, who had quietly slipped a hand into her shorts and brought herself to orgasm at the moment Gwen had come, just smiled at her afterwards and said, “My mouth is better.”

Twenty minutes later, Gwen had more information on Cindy, but nothing definite that would crack it open, but she hadn’t expected that. As far as the quick sex went, Gwen looked at such things as perks to the job.

Getting into her car, Gwen headed downtown. She had another case she was working, and another person would be meeting her in a restaurant, this time a man, which didn’t interest Gwen that much. After that, she would have to go home and relieve the itch Kelsey had started and only barely scratched.

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