Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Erin Learns About My Life

By Cheryl Taggert 

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I waited for about a week before telling Erin about my family and friends. My mom had given me permission to tell her, provided I was sure she wouldn’t say anything to anyone about it. I knew Erin would want to meet them and enjoy having sex with them. I knew this because the girl had become obsessed with sex. When I would arrive at her house and her mother was gone for thirty minutes, she would strip and immediately do something to achieve an orgasm, whether it was jump me or masturbate. She was an extremely sexual eleven-year-old with the sweetest tasting hairless pussy I’d ever licked.

On the day I decided to tell her, I asked if she wanted to get in her bed and chat before we actually did anything because I had some news for her that would probably make her want to come and waiting would only make the orgasm better.

She agreed, and we padded into her bedroom and lay on the bed facing each other. We were already naked, of course, and despite my suggestion she wait to do anything, her hand still found its way to her pussy, which she rubbed lightly while we talked.

“So, whatcha wanna talk about?” she asked, her hand already in its favorite spot.

“I want to tell you about my family.”

“Okay, what about them?” she asked, puzzled that I would discuss them when this was supposed to be sexy.

“Well, they’re… different.”

Her eyebrows arched, “Different how?”

“Well, before I tell you, you have to promise me… no, SWEAR to me… you will never ever tell anyone what I’m about to tell you.”

She was definitely intrigued by this demand. She knew then it would be very personal stuff that I was going to share.

“”Really? I have to swear?”

“Yes, otherwise, I don’t tell you anything.”

“Okay, I swear.”

“You have to say it all, like what you’re swearing to do… or not to do in this case.”

“Wow. This is serious shit, I guess.”

“Yes. The most serious thing I will ever tell you.”

“Okay, I swear I will never tell anyone what you’re going to tell me on this date, June 29, 1998. How’s that? Good enough?”

“Okay. Good enough. I hate to make it all dramatic and all, but you’ll understand when I tell you because people could actually go to prison if you say anything.”

Her mouth dropped open while uttering, “Holy fuck.” I could see she got the point.

“Okay. here it is. My mom and my sister and I all have sex with each other.”

Her eyes bulged and grew big. “What?”

“You heard me right. We all have sex together.”

Now her mouth spread in a grin, her eyes lighting up with glee.

“That’s so… I don’t know. So… COOL!”

“You really think so?”

“Fuck yeah! That’s about the coolest thing anyone has ever said to me, like… EVER!”

“Does it turn you on?” I asked.

“Oh, my God, YES!” and she leaned over to kiss me.

“Wait a second. I’m not through,” I said, holding her back and laughing at her enthusiasm while thinking how much Mom and Jenna, not to mention Deanna and Marie, were going to love meeting Erin. In fact, everyone I could have sex with would love meeting her.

She sat back and looked at me with those wide eyes again, hardly daring to believe that there could possibly be more.

“What? What?” she asked, impatient to hear what I had to say.

“Well, I also have a couple of girlfriends. You remember I told you I wouldn’t tell anyone about us without your permission, and you wondered why on earth you’d give me permission to tell?” She nodded, her mouth agape. “Well, maybe now you understand.” The gaping mouth grew into a wide grin.

“You think they’d wanna have sex with me?” she asked.

“I’m sure of it,” I said. “They’d give anything to be with a cute girl like you.”

“Even your mom?” she asked.

“Especially my mom,” I said. “You want to see a movie she’s in?” I had told Erin my mom was a porn actress the second day I stayed with her.

For a moment I thought she was going to drool on her bed.

“You have one?! A real movie she made? Here?”

I nodded once more. “It’s in my backpack.”

“You mean like a real porn movie with fucking and everything?!”

“Yes,” I said, chuckling at her over-the-top enthusiasm.

“Well don’t just sit there. Go get it!” she said, and I laughed again as I got up to get it. It was one of the movies I had watched being filmed, Lesbians Eating Tarts. I chose it because I also wanted to tell her about my adventures going to work with my mom.

I put the video in her VCR, and when ‘Kayleigh Katz’ came up on the screen, I told her, “That’s my mom.”

“You’ve seen this before, I guess.”

“I even watched it being filmed,” I said, and once again I was getting the ‘Are you shitting me?’ look.

“They let you watch it being filmed?” Erin asked.

“Yeah. My mom swung it so I could go.”

“What did they say? I mean, isn’t it illegal for you to be there like that?”

“Yes, but it’s also illegal for the two of us to watch this, but we’re watching it.”

“Didn’t someone, like, have a problem with you being there and watching and all?”

“Only one lady did, and we tricked her into seeing how much fun I could be.”

“What happened?” she asked, just as the movie was starting.

I paused the movie and told her about Tina and how we fooled her into allowing me to lick her pussy, as well as some of my adventures while at my mom’s work.

“Did Tina like what you did to her?” Erin asked.

“I’ve licked you and you know what it’s like. What do you think?” I said with a smile.

She grinned. “I’m so lucky that my mom hired you! Did that lady come?”

“Like a volcano,” I said. “Now, let’s watch the movie.”

We sat back and watched for a few minutes, but my mom wasn’t in the first scene. After a while, Erin, who had started touching herself as soon as the movie started, asked, “Where is she?”

“She’s in the next scene,” I said. “She has sex with a girl named Sandy Beach.”

“That’s her real name?” Erin asked, squinting with disbelief.

“No, of course not. All the girls have stage names. My mom has the same last name I do, but professionally, she’s Kayleigh Katz.”

“Fast forward to your mom and that Sandy girl.”

I used the remote and we watched sex in fast motion for a short time. I stopped just where the next scene was starting. When Erin saw Sandy, she couldn’t believe it because she looked so young.

“That girl looks like she’s your age! Maybe younger even,” she said.

“She’s not. She had just turned eighteen. They have to provide certified copies of their birth certificates,” I said. “But you’re right. She does look like she’s fourteen, fifteen tops.”

My mom was playing Sandy’s stepmother, and she was angry with Sandy about how messy her room was. She was walking around the bedroom, picking up dirty clothes and holding them out to Sandy with a “Look at this mess” and “You need to clean this up before you can go to the mall with Carolyn.” Sandy did a great job looking like a girl in her mid-teens, pouting and scowling.

Then my mom ‘found’ a vibrator under some clothes on the bed along with a magazine with pictures of lesbians having sex. She looked sufficiently shocked at finding these things on her young stepdaughter’s bed. They talked about what my mom had found for a little bit until Sandy started crying and going on about how she was all confused and didn’t have anyone she could talk to about stuff like that. Of course, that was my mom’s cue to offer herself as she started sympathizing with Sandy over her ‘stepdaughter’s’ dilemma of trying to find out about her sexuality.

Of course, this led to questions, which led to answers, which ran down the path to having sex with each other.

By the time they were having their first orgasms, which I told Erin were definitely not faked, Erin was accompanying their climaxes with her own. I was actually having more fun watching Erin watch the movie. I’d seen it many times, so it was stale to me by then, but to Erin it was a feast of flesh and orgasms. Besides, she’d never seen a porn movie before, so that added to her excitement.

Finally, after Erin had enjoyed the second scene with my mom, Sandy, and a ‘friend’ of Sandy’s, I leaned over and kissed Erin before moving down to her throbbing pussy. I placed my mouth over the slit and devoured her, loving the feel of the nearly hairless mound against my lips and tongue.

Soon, Erin was bucking and moaning as she began to climax again. I still hadn’t come yet, but she must have been on her third or fourth one by then.

When that scene was over, I asked her if she would go down on me and get me off, too. She was more than happy to do that.

After she made me come twice, I said. “There’s actually more to tell you.”

Erin stared at me again, her eyes round, her mouth agape. It was becoming one of her frequent looks. “What?” she asked. “Tell me.”

“My mom has a younger sister, my Aunt Emmy.”

She started shaking her head. “No way,” she said, easily guessing where that was headed.

“Way,” I said. “She first did me when she was only sixteen.”

“How old were you?”

“Six. It was only a few days after my mom and I did it.”

“Is she pretty like your mom?” Erin wanted to know.

“Yep. And she would love to eat your pussy, too. Interested?”

“Could you call her now and ask her to come over?”

“No, she’s working, but I’m sure something could be arranged. She lives with us now with her girlfriend, my former English teacher.”

She just stared at me for a moment before saying, “Fuck, your life is so great.”

I told her maybe one day I’d write a book about it and she could read it.

Erin lay on her tummy and pulled her Winnie-the-Pooh bear underneath her and started humping his mashed nose. I watched, and within about two minutes, she was coming again. That girl loved sex. Maybe even more than I had at her age.

She also loved that movie. Twice that day I caught her in her bedroom, masturbating to it, usually one of the scenes with my mom in it. Erin asked me if she could borrow the movie, but I wasn’t too sure about that since there’d be hell to pay if her mom found it.

“Just for tonight? You can take it home tomorrow!”

I asked where she would hide it, and she said, “Under my mattress. We turned it last week, so it won’t need to be turned again for a while.”

“If you get caught with this, you have to say you found it months ago or something.”

“Okay, but I won’t get caught. My mom pretty well passes out by 10:30. I don’t usually go to sleep until midnight. She sleeps really hard, so she won’t know about it. I promise! And anyway you know her bedroom’s on the other side of the house.”

I gave in reluctantly, and Erin had her sexy plan for the night.

When Ms. Hartley got home, I asked her if I could bring my twelve-year-old little sister over the next day to give Erin someone more her own age to play with for a change. “I’ll watch them,” I said, seeing Erin grin at the double entendre. Ms. Hartley thought that would be a good idea.

Erin and I thought it would be magnificent.

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When Jenna and I arrived the next morning, I introduced her to Ms. Hartley, who was pleasant to her but not overly friendly, which was about the same way she was with me. I had realized that Ms. Hartley was not anything like my family. I was fully aware she masturbated because I’d gone searching my first week there and found her vibrator in the second drawer of her bedside table. I thought maybe she had left it there for me to find, but since there had been no other indications she was interested in doing anything with me, I figured she had unwisely trusted me not to snoop. I actually thought that was kind of odd. All babysitters snoop. It’s like a job requirement or something.

Anyway, she met Jenna and left for work. Immediately, Jenna and Erin sat on the sofa and started talking, but not before Erin looked at me and said, “Does she know I know?” I nodded, and they were off.

“I guess you’ve seen the movie Cheryl brought to watch yesterday, haven’t you?” Erin asked.

“Which one was that?” Jenna wanted to know.

“Lesbians Eating Tarts,” Erin said. “Your mom is in it.”

“Well, she’s not really my mom,” Jenna said.

“She’s not?”

“No, she sorta adopted me. My real mom is sorta having to work out of town,” Jenna said, obviously not wanting to get too deeply into her mom’s situation.

Erin accepted that explanation without asking more about it. She apparently wanted to talk about sex.

“Did you enjoy watching it last night?” I asked.

Erin smiled at me. “You know it,” she said. “I must’ve come like twenty times.”

I doubted it was that many, but I knew it had probably been a lot. She knew she could borrow the movie for only one night.

“So you and Cheryl have sex together, huh?” Erin asked, changing the subject. Well, slightly.

“All the time,” Jenna said, grinning.

I just sat there listening to their conversation. It was entertaining to listen to a pair of pubescent girls talk about sex.

“And you share a bed and everything, huh?”

Erin was asking questions that she obviously knew the answers to. She was inexperienced in getting to the point she wanted to make, which I knew was an invitation for them to have sex.

Jenna must have picked up on that. She answered her, “Yeah, we do. Listen, you wanna, like, get naked and fool around some?”

“Sure, but we have to wait for my mom to be gone for thirty minutes first. That way we know she’s not coming back home for something she forgot,” Erin said.

Jenna bit softly on her upper lip, a habit she had when she was thinking, and said, “We can make out with our clothes on. We’d hear your mom and be able to stop before we’re caught.”

Erin’s mouth formed a surprised “O” and she looked at me. “You and me coulda been doing that all along!” I was being accused of not thinking of this, but then neither had she.

“Sorry,” I said. “She’s been gone for fifteen minutes now. You can kiss for another fifteen and then we can all get naked and have more fun. Maybe go swimming?” I asked.

“Sure,” Erin said, then pulled Jenna to her for a kiss.

I watched as Erin and my sister made out, tongues exploring the other’s mouth and hands doing some over the clothes exploring. Jenna had her hand on Erin’s butt, squeezing it while they kissed, and Erin had gone straight for Jenna’s pussy. Jenna had worn a sundress, so her mound was easy to get to. Erin was in shorts.

The girls sat back from each other to catch their breath. They were both flushed from the erotic kisses and touches.

“Let’s get something to drink,” Erin said, and they scampered toward the kitchen, Erin leading Jenna by the hand.

When I joined them in there, they were finishing a coke they were sharing. The thirty minute mark had just passed, and I had taken off my clothes before entering the kitchen.

Erin squealed, followed by Jenna. Both girls immediately removed their clothes. I wasn’t exactly surprised to see that Erin was not wearing panties. They left the clothing right there on the kitchen floor and ran to the pool, Erin once again pulling Jenna by the hand.

I picked up their clothes and joined them. When I got there, they were already in the pool, taking turns at one of the filter jets.

“Cheryl, time us,” Jenna said.

“Time us? What for?” Erin asked.

Jenna grinned at her. “We each start by taking turns and letting the jet hit our pussy for two minutes, then one minute, then thirty seconds, and then fifteen seconds. After that, it stays fifteen seconds. The first to come is the winner.”

“You mean, like I start and let the jet hit my pussy for two minutes, then I move and you do it for two. Then I do it for one and you do it for one? Like that?” said Erin.

“Yeah. And you’re allowed to rub yourself but not hard, but that’s only while you’re waiting for the other person to finish the two-minute, the one-minute, and the thirty-second times. Once it gets to fifteen seconds, you aren’t allowed to touch yourself. And if you come when you’re not in front of the jet, the other person wins. When you start coming, you get to stay in front of the jet til your orgasm is over. Then the other girl gets to ride the jet til she comes.”

“Cool, let’s play it!” Erin said, nearly shrieking with excitement.

“So do you wanna go first since it’s your pool?”

“Sure,” Erin grinned.

“You gotta wait til Cheryl says ‘go’ before you get the jet, though.”

Erin looked at me. “So say ‘go’ already!” She was being rather impatient, but I understood. She finally had a friend here her own age, and one that was totally into sex the way she was, whether it was a masturbation game like this or girl-girl sex. I realized she had never been involved in a threesome before. She had quite a few treats in store for that day, not to mention my mom had asked me to see if Erin could spend the night one night. I was going to do that when Ms. Hartley got home and make it a surprise for Erin and Jenna both.

I looked at my watch, marked the time, and said loudly, “GO!”

Erin immediately positioned her pussy in front of the jet that was gushing water from the filtration system back into the pool. The water rose up her chest and wet her face from the force of hitting the wall of Erin’s tender flesh.

I noticed Jenna was rubbing herself, which was basically against the rules I had made up years ago. You weren’t supposed to touch your pussy until after your first time at the jet, but maybe she’d forgotten. We hadn’t played this game since last summer.

After two minutes, I called out, “SWITCH!” and Jenna immediately moved Erin out of the way and allowed the jet to beat into her middle, pounding her pussy. Erin forgot she could touch herself, so I said, “Erin, you can touch yourself while you wait for your next turn.”

She immediately reached down into the water to get at her bald pussy.

After two minutes, I had them switch places again, and I timed Erin for one minute before having them switch again for Jenna’s one minute of pleasure.

Then we moved to the thirty-second time, and I could tell Erin was getting fairly close to coming by her scrunched up face, which was turning quite red with her exertions to try to come first.

Once they got to the fifteen-second time, Erin discovered the real torture of this game. While Jenna received the benefit of the jet, she had to refrain from touching what was now a very excited pussy. “Both hands out of the water,” I told her. She gripped the side of the pool in the shallow water, but I could tell she was squeezing her thighs together beneath the water. I allowed it.

Now they were switching places every fifteen seconds, and I could see they were both very close, but just at the moment the orgasm was about to cascade over one girl, she had to move to allow the other a place in front of the jet. I could see that both of them were squeezing their thighs together while the other was receiving the jet’s pressure.

Finally, Jenna, the more experienced of the two, started coming five seconds before the end of her time. She rode out her climax while a jealous Erin looked on. Immediately after Jenna moved away from the powerful pussy massaging of the jet, Erin moved in and was coming in about five seconds. Her body bucked and heaved as the climax peaked before subsiding.

When they had both come, I looked at the two temporarily satisfied girls and said, “Now, what about me? Does anyone want to lick and finger my pussy til I come?”

Both girls thought that would be an excellent idea.

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