Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Youth Movement

By Cheryl Taggert

For a brief description of who’s who in this series, go here.

Lisa went to the phone while the two younger girls took their shower. Dialing Cheryl’s number she waited for the phone to be answered. On the fourth ring, it was.

“Hello,” Cheryl’s voice sounded winded.

“Hi, Cheryl. It’s Lisa.”

“Anything wrong?”

“Well, no. But I thought I would call and let you know what just happened. I caught Jenny and Tammy together.”

There was a pause. “Caught?”

“Yes. Caught. Together. As in having girl-girl sex.”

Another pause. Lisa could tell that Cheryl wasn’t sure what to do.

“I guess I should have a talk with her, then.”

“Well, I think you should come over immediately. We have a lot to discuss, I think.”

“But I have Emily. She can’t stay alone.”

“That’s okay. Bring her too.”

“But do you think we can talk with Emily there?”

“Actually, yes, I do. I think we can definitely talk in front of Emily.”

Lisa detected a small, sharp intake of breath. She knew her intent had been clear. Then she heard her tell little Emily to go get dressed. Of course the child could have been wearing pajamas, but that should not have been a problem with coming over to her house in the car. She wondered what the little girl was wearing.

On the other end of the line, Cheryl asked her the final question. “Why do you think it is definitely okay if we talk about catching Jenny and Tammy together in bed in front of Emily?”

She obviously wanted to know what Lisa knew. She wanted the other shoe to drop. She wanted the truth to be out in the open so she could deal with it, Lisa thought, admiring her for that forthright manner.

Lisa decided to drop the pretense of possibly not knowing the truth. “Because Emily has had lesbian sex with Tammy too, and we need to talk about your role in that.”

“Oh, dear God. What did Tammy tell you? It isn’t true. I didn’t do anything. I swear.” She was beginning to cry out of fear and guilt.

“I think you did. She says that you seduced her. And that you have been having sex with Emily since she was four.”

“Oh, my God! What are you going to do? It isn’t what you think. I was lonely. I needed something. I didn’t mean…” Excuses tumbled out of her like rocks down a steep cliff.

“I’m not going to call the police or family services, if that’s what you mean. Quite the contrary. I want to join you three, and so does Jenny.”

“What?” she gasped. “You want to… join us? In bed?”

“Or in the shower, or the pool, or the living room. I’m sure there are more places we can think of.”

Cheryl was thinking. Quickly. She couldn’t refuse Lisa. If she did then Lisa would be able to go to the police. Of course at that point Cheryl didn’t know that Lisa had already participated in sex with the two younger girls. She had only said she wanted to join them. And as far as Cheryl knew, thinking about it wasn’t a crime. Once Lisa participated, she couldn’t say anything. And the thought began to appeal to Cheryl anyway. She had known she was a lesbian since her husband had run out on her. And Lisa was a very attractive lady. More than once, she had fantasized about her pretty neighbor. They were the same age. And since she’d been having sex with her daughters, she had longed for an older female. And here was Lisa admitting she was a female pedophile too. She knew women like her were rare, but other women like her certainly existed. As luck would have it, one of them just happened to live on her same street.

“I’ll be right over. I have to get dressed first.”

Lisa noted the hint of sex in her voice. The promise of things to come.

“I’ll be waiting,” she said, and hung up.

Fifteen minutes later, Cheryl, in sweats and a tee shirt, was sitting in Lisa’s living room, downing a stiff drink of vodka. Emily was seated on the sofa beside her, wearing her pajamas, which is what she`d “gotten dressed” into when instructed to do so. Lisa knew the answer to the question she wanted to ask, but she asked it anyway. “Were you two doing things when I called?”

Cheryl knew that pretending was useless. If they were going to start this unusual but erotic relationship, she had to be honest with Lisa from the start.

“Yes. We were just getting started actually.”

“Speaking of starting, how did this get started in the first place? I’m curious.”

The two girls came downstairs now, dressed in panties and tee shirts. Lisa looked at them and indicated they should find a seat.

“Mom?” asked Tammy, wondering if everything was alright.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s just a good thing that Lisa is like your mommy or things could be bad,” said Cheryl. Tammy sat beside her mother on the sofa, opposite Emily. Jenny came over and sat in her Aunt Lisa’s lap. She knew that they were going to get involved with some sort of sexual relationship with Tammy’s mom and Emily, but she wondered what they were sitting there for. Seconds later, Cheryl provided the answer.

“It all began when my ex, Tammy and Emily’s father, Dylan, left me for another woman. At first I was devastated. Then I realized I had never loved him anyway. I had always known my attraction for girls was strong. I began to understand that I was a lesbian. Sex with Dylan had always been unsatisfying. I would sneak into the bathroom and masturbate to visions of women and little girls after we had sex to satisfy my pent up frustrations. You couldn’t call what we did making love, because there was none to make.

“Well, I began to notice that when I gave Tammy her bath, I would soap a rag and use it to wash her little body everywhere. That included her little, hairless pussy. She was only eight then. I realized, with a certain amount of shame, that she was old enough to bathe herself. Emily was only three and didn’t interest me. Not yet, at least. But I found that I would spend more and more time washing Tammy’s little vulva. I would make sure her little bottom was clean. Then one day I stopped using the rag. I am not sure what made me do that. It was almost a decision made without thought. I just stopped using it and used my bare hand instead. Tammy, of course, didn’t really notice anything. All she knew really was that Mommy spent a lot of time washing her ‘down there’. She even asked me about it one day. You know, why I spent so much time washing her little mound. I told her it was because it was a special place that held special secrets. I asked her if she didn’t like me cleaning it for so long and she said that it was fine. That it felt really nice when I soaped my hand and cleaned her there. I could see by the sparkle in her eyes that she enjoyed it and that it gave her sexual pleasure for me to touch her there. She actually had a mischievous smile when she talked about it.”

Cheryl’s mind wandered back to that time. Back to when her older daughter was eight, and she had taught her many things that eight-year-olds weren’t supposed to know. She could remember it as if it were this very night that it had happened. The first night she’d become overtly sexual with her eight-year-old daughter. As she told the story of the past, it happened in her mind as if it were the present……

“Mommy, why does it feel like that?” she had asked innocently.

“Like what?”

“All tingly. Does it have to do with the special secret?”

“Yes, honey, as a matter of fact it does. Does it feel especially good when Mommy does this to you? Does your little mound like that?”

“Yes, Mommy. It feels nice.”

“Well, Mommy likes to do this too. I like cleaning your little mound. Your little mound of special secrets.” She began to blush with the admission of the pleasure she experienced.

“Do you have special secrets in your mound too, Mommy?”

“Yes, Precious. Mommy has lots of special secrets in her mound. Would you like to see?” It had been a question that had come unbidden to her mind. It was something that seemed the most natural thing in the world. But it had been the final step before the seduction of her daughter.

“Oh, can I, Mommy?!” Her eyes lit up with unabashed excitement. Cheryl had seen sexual thrill in those eyes, as if she had wanted to see her mother’s pussy in the past and was excited at the prospect of finally getting a good look at it. It was a sort of naughty curiosity.

“Well, you must promise Mommy something. Many people wouldn’t like it if they knew I was showing you my special secrets. It’s like going pooh-pooh. We don’t talk about it except for between you and Mommy, do we?”

“No. That wouldn’t be nice,” her beautiful child’s face was serious.

“Well, our special secrets and how Mommy and you touch them is like that. We must never talk about it unless we are completely alone. Do you understand, baby?”

Her daughter had nodded seriously. “Can I see your special secrets now?”

Smiling at her impatience, Cheryl stood and began to undress herself from the remaining clothes she’d had on. Nothing but panties and bra and one of Dylan’s old shirts had been covering her. Soon she was naked for her little girl, showing off her now pulsing pussy to the interested gaze of her eight-year-old daughter.

“Where are the special secrets?” she asked innocently.

“Inside, precious. They are inside, just like with yours.”

“I never saw mine before.”

“They are inside. Here, look close.” With that she took her labia and spread them apart. The sticky, creamy juices that covered her boiling cunt shone with the reflections of the room’s lights. She pointed to the small, hooded nub that was her engorged clit. “You see here? That is called Mommy’s clit. It is the center of her special places. It feels wonderful when it is touched.”

Tammy spread her little legs wide, knees bent with her feet touching soles, and looked between her legs at the open, hairless mound that was now spread apart before her eyes. She looked at the place where the clit would be. Reaching down, Cheryl gently spread her daughter’s inner lips a bit more and began to rub the tiny baby clit. The reaction was immediate. Tammy jumped slightly, tightening her butt cheeks at the contact as if hit by a tiny jolt of static electricity. Her eyes widened as she looked at her mother’s hand exploring her inner lips and clit.

“Do you like that, baby?” asked Cheryl, getting hotter by the second while masturbating her daughter’s tender pussy.

“Y–Yes,” she stammered, eyes still wide.

“Do you want me to keep doing it?”

“Yes. If you want to,” she breathed, still watching her mother’s fingers.

“I’m glad you like this. I like doing it too.”

“Uh-huh,” she was breathing harder. Obviously she was getting quite turned on, in spite of her young age.

Cheryl continued to rub her little daughter’s pussy. Tammy began to squirm in the tub. She looked up at her mother.

“It feels real tingly, Mommy. My bottom can’t seem to stay still.”

“That’s okay. Mommy’s bottom can’t stay still sometimes, either.”

Cheryl decided to move things to a drier place… her bed.

“Stand up, baby. Mommy wants to dry you off. Then we can go to Mommy’s room, and if you want we can sleep together tonight even. What do you think of that?”

Standing, the little girl stepped out of the tub and allowed her mother to towel her dry. Cheryl spent extra time and care on the girl’s pussy, powdering the lips and rubbing the talc into the soft skin. Tammy stood very still as her mother’s hands explored her tiny vulva, as if any movement might make the pleasure stop.

As Cheryl went through the house, turning off lights and settling everything for the night, Tammy entered her mother’s bedroom and jumped up on the bed, turning to sit squaw fashion and facing the bedroom door. Then looking down, she saw the redness of her inner labia. She didn’t fully understand what was happening, but she knew she liked the intensely warm feelings her mother created in her by rubbing that one small area of her body. Reaching down, she began to toy with her clit while her mom went about the house. She had found that it felt relaxing before while lying in bed alone, but it had been nothing like this. She was feeling things she’d never imagined. And she found that she loved it. Without realizing it, Tammy was becoming a sex addict. And had she known, she would have loved that idea, too.

As Cheryl entered her bedroom, she saw Tammy masturbating her little, swollen clit. Without realizing it, Tammy stopped what she was doing. By habit she was afraid her mother would say something about touching herself. Cheryl came to her, understanding why she had stopped.

“Honey, you don’t ever have to stop doing that when you want to and we are alone. Anytime you feel like touching your little clit, you can as long as nobody else is around but you and me.”

“What about Emily?” the child asked.

That was a good question. What about Emily? Then Cheryl made the final decision that would affect their lives forever. “We’ll teach her when she’s old enough, and then you two can do whatever you want to your bodies or each other’s. As long as…” Cheryl paused.

“…we are all alone,” Tammy finished, smiling. Cheryl joined her in her happiness.

“So go ahead, baby. Touch yourself if you want to.”

Tammy reached down and began to rub her little clit again. Cheryl looked down and saw the redness. Her little girl, only eight, was quite horny. She heard Tammy’s breathing change to a bit of a faster pace.

Cheryl moved to sit facing her daughter. Keeping her eyes glued to her baby’s pussy and the tiny hand that manipulated it, she began to stroke her own clit. She was shocked at the wetness she found there. She had known she was horny, but not like this. She had masturbated only two nights ago, and already she was nearly beside herself with the need to come.

Cheryl noticed her daughter’s eyes as they shifted to look down at her mother’s pussy. Her mouth was agape, seeing into her mother’s pussy for the first time ever, not counting the brief look she`d had out the inner lips in the bathroom.

Watching her mother’s hands, she increased the tempo of her own masturbation. Her hips began to squirm again, rubbing her little bottom against the covers. Suddenly she lay back and rested against the bed. She was beginning to feel very strange indeed in the area around the little nub that her mommy had called a “clit.” She heard a moan escape her own lips and she was surprised at that, too. Looking at her mommy, she saw that her mommy’s own hands were moving faster over her clit than they were moments before. Her mommy had two fingers of her right hand inside a hole that seemed to lead into her belly. She knew that was where the baby came out and it was called a bagina. The fingers pumped in and out. Mommy seemed to be enjoying that a lot. Mommy’s fingers of her left hand rubbed her own clit area. Then the fingers came out of the hole and went to her boobies. They pinched her nipples, making them swell, if that was still possible. They seemed to be all puckery and bumpy now.

“Mommy?” she asked breathlessly. “Do I have a bagina?”

“VA-gina, honey. Yes, but it isn’t open yet. You have a tiny flower at the entrance that must be removed first. We can work on that.”

Tammy`s hands worked on her baby clit.

“Mommy. I’m feeling all tingly again. But it’s worse now,” she breathed, “or better,” she said after a moment’s thought.

“I know, honey. That’s the special secrets showing themselves. You like that?”

“Uh-huh,” Tammy grunted.

Then Mommy began to moan. Really loud. Her breathing became choppy and ragged. She watched and her mommy’s eyes were all glazed over, but they were still looking at her own hands as she rubbed over her own little mound.

Cheryl realized she should explain what was about to happen. And maybe get her little eight-year-old daughter to help her some. She stopped rubbing long enough to do that.

“Baby, mommy is going to do something called orgasm. It means she will probably moan and maybe yell, but that is because Mommy’s secret pleasure is coming. That is why it is sometimes called that… cumming. And it feels too wonderful to keep the sounds in. Do you want to help mommy feel really good?”

“Okay,” she said. Cheryl noticed she was glassy eyed. She had read that very young girls could achieve an orgasm, sometimes as young as three and four. She wondered if her daughter would be able to do that. If not, it was going to possibly be a frustrating time until she did. For both of them, because Cheryl wanted it for her badly.

“Come sit by mommy and suck on her boobies like Emily did when she was getting milk from mommy.”

“Will I get milk?” she wanted to know.

“I don’t think so, baby. Mommy is all out of milk now, but you will like it.” Tammy had always been a little jealous of her baby sister and the attention she got, not to mention the milk. On more than one occasion she had allowed Tammy to drink any excess milk she had from her breasts. She remembered now how turned on she had been from that. Several times she had nearly cum from the sensations, and she had masturbated a few of those times as well, once Tammy had finished and found something else to do.

Tammy leaned over her mother’s breasts and took a nipple into her mouth. Sucking, she felt her mother’s breathing become irregular once again. She looked down the landscape of her mother’s belly and watched her mother’s hands massaging the soft flesh between the lips that she had heard other girls call a pussy. Tammy marveled at the small patch of hair that covered the mature mound. Instinctively, one hand went back to her own clit as the other one reached for her mother’s other breast. She began to massage and squeeze both expertly.

It didn’t take Cheryl long to achieve her orgasm. Her little girl’s mouth on her nipple and watching her baby rub her own tiny slit was plenty to send her over the edge. As she stroked her clit and plunged her fingers into the steaming slit of her vagina, the orgasm built itself from deep within her body. It moved into her lower regions first. Like a fire, it spread from her clitoris to her vagina, her asshole, her butt cheeks, her legs and stomach, her breasts and nipples, finally ending at her toes and scalp. It was incredible. She had moaned loudly, thrashing around in the throes of her newfound ecstasy. She had made the decision to have sex with her daughter Tammy, and later with her daughter Emily, and the decision had been an enormous emotional and sexual release for her. She felt she had faced what she really was. And that self-realization and acceptance had emerged in the form of an incredible orgasm.

Tammy continued to rub her baby slit. In her eight years she had rubbed it often, noticing the mild sensations. But those feelings were much different now. More intense. Cheryl, recovering from the explosive climax, looked at her baby and saw the desperation on her cherubic face. She knew she would have to help her little eight-year-old achieve an orgasm.

“Sweetie, do you want Mommy to help you feel extra special good in your little pussy? Do you want Mommy to help you have an orgasm?”

Tammy noticed that her mother had used the word ‘pussy’. She felt it should be okay if she used it. “Yes, Mommy. My pussy is sort of burning. It feels really strange.”

Cheryl took a certain pleasure from hearing her eight-year-old daughter use the forbidden word. The image of the little babyish face saying such a word was somehow exciting.

“Mommy knows how to help you, honey. Do you want that?”

“Yes,” she pleaded with gasping breath and glassy eyes.

“Lay back,” Cheryl instructed, and as her daughter did so, she positioned herself between her smooth, soft thighs.

“Grab behind your knees and pull them up while spreading your legs.”

Tammy did as she was told, anxious for her mommy to make the burning go away. She didn’t know what horny meant at the time, but if it had been explained to her, she would have had a perfect image of it. It was a burning, throbbing pussy that was urgently waiting to be touched.

Cheryl looked down at the spread lips of the eight-year-old’s pussy. They were a dark pink color, almost raw from the rubbing. A little moisture covered the dewy inner lips of her bald pussy.

“Baby, Mommy’s going to kiss, lick, and suck your little pussy. It will feel better than anything you have ever felt. Are you ready?”

The little girl nodded, wondering how something better than anything she’d ever felt would feel. In about two seconds, she knew.

She watched as her mother bent over her and placed her lips to her spread pussy lips. She felt her mommy’s tongue begin to rub the little clit.

The reaction was immediate. Her little hips began to buck up to meet the wonderful lips and tongue. She closed her eyes, then opened them wide again and looked at her mother’s mouth, which was glued to her bald little pussy. Mommy had been right. It was better than anything she’d ever felt. That is until she came. It was then she knew what Mommy had been talking about.

She had closed her eyes and concentrated on the wonderful feelings her mother’s mouth created in her pussy. Then suddenly a feeling began to sweep through her lower belly. It began as a tickling sensation in her pussy. Then it had quickly increased to an almost electric feeling. It felt as if her mother’s mouth was an electric wire that had suddenly touched her, creating shock waves that were unbelievably wonderful. Her mind was not sophisticated enough to think these things until later. But the sensations registered in her brain, and she immediately fell in love with them.

Cheryl came back to the present. She was in Lisa’s living room once again, telling about the incident that had burned itself into her memory.

“We slept together that night, and every night since then unless a friend of hers stayed over. Emily joined us a year later.”

As she finished her story, she looked around the room at the faces of the various females. They were all very turned on. From Emily, who had reached her first orgasm at the age of five, to Lisa, who was the same age as Cheryl, they were all terribly horny.

Lisa was massaging Jenny’s little cunny, which was on display in Lisa`s lap because the girl had her legs spread and Lisa had the panties pulled down to her knees while her hand found sources of pleasure in the young girl’s pussy. And Emily had gotten into her older sister’s lap as well. She was busy playing with Tammy’s little breasts while her older sister rubbed Emily’s smooth pussy and dipped a finger into her hairless little slit as well.

Cheryl knew that the two girls loved this practice. Their sexual relationship had forged a stronger than usual bond between the sisters, and Emily would frequently sit with her older sister and the girls would kiss and play with each other’s pussy, ass, and breasts (although Emily had none) until they climaxed, often together.

Lisa spoke first. “So you just did the same with Emily when she was older?”

“Yes. When she turned four, I found I couldn’t resist anymore. I told her that Mommy was going to show her the wonder of her secret pleasure. I actually got into the tub with her and Tammy that time. As it turned out, though, Tammy had been sneaking into her bedroom for several months and beginning her own training. Now, of course, we all sleep in my King-sized bed.”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I am extremely hot after your story,” said Lisa, “and I think we should start licking some pussies.”

And that was how Jenny’s Aunt Lisa and Tammy’s mother, Cheryl, became partners in the practice of female pedophilia. They both enjoyed this life so much, not to mention the girls. As Jenny looked at Cheryl, who was already removing her clothing, she knew that her summer was going to be even better than she had ever imagined.

They all started upstairs to Lisa’s bedroom. “I want to taste that clean, little pussy of Emily’s,” said Lisa, laying a claim to Emily first, and Jenny found that she was just a bit jealous. But she’d understood. Anyway, that would allow her to eat Cheryl’s pussy. And that would be enough.

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