Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

We laughed, talked and listened until the afternoon turned into dusk, then walked back to the mansion, where we helped our hostesses make dinner. They had a big fridge which surprised us, but Isabeau said with a wink that she had no need of food poisoning.

The meal itself was simple but wholesome. The children were allowed to drink diluted wine. We chatted away while our mothers got a healthy blush as the wine bottles slowly emptied.

At one point I looked at Isabeau, who gave me a wink. “Since the night is quite young, does anyone fancy another change of costume?” she said.

We girls froze, then started to giggle. Our mothers looked surprised, and a little suspiciously at us. Then they looked at Isabeau who gave them an angelic smile. “But first we have to do the dishes.”

We cleaned the table and walked to the kitchen. My Mom gave me a curious glance. I just smiled back and looked at Ursula who grinned knowingly at me.

After doing the dishes we all walked up to the floor and into the room we had longed to see again.

Our mothers were flabbergasted. They looked in utter confusion at each other, our hostesses and us. Isabeau started to explain again about how she earned her livelihood. Our mothers were dazzled as they touched the corsets and admired their make.

“You can’t be serious,” Laura said breathlessly. “I couldn’t.”

“Why not?”

“These things are priceless, I mean…and what do you wear underneath?”

“Your femininity — that should suffice, shouldn’t it?”

Laura exchanged quick glances with Carmen, who shrugged helplessly.

Mom looked at me and gave me a sly smile. She knew. “I would like to,” she volunteered.

Isabeau smiled broadly and took her by the hand. “Let’s see what we have for you then.”

Laura and Carmen were rushed off by Yvonne and Monique. We started window shopping. I paired up with Ursula, while Valerie and Louise started to browse also.

Ursula and I started to get touchy-feely as we tried to find something that was to our liking. Our grins became huge as we commented about which corset would match our bodies or eyes or hair.

Carmen was led into the red dressing room first, shortly followed by Mom and Laura.

I looked to see where Louise and Valerie were. When I saw that they were admiring a particularly luscious corset I gave Ursula a quick kiss on the lips. She slipped her tongue into my mouth. I wrapped an arm around her and held her fast to prolong our kiss.

“Hey, no fair!” Valerie cried.

We looked at Valerie. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I’ve got no one to kiss, damn it,” she muttered.

Ursula and I looked at Louise who went all red in the face. Valerie looked at her sister. “Come on, give me a break,” she hissed at us. “I can’t kiss her!”

I was taken aback when Ursula said: “What, don’t you think your sister is pretty?”

“She’s my sister!” Valerie protested.

Ursula was adamant. “Someone has to teach her, right?”

Valerie was getting seriously irked, Louise looked unhappy. We were at a crossroads and this incident threatened to spoil the entire atmosphere.

“It’s okay, sis,” Louise sighed miserably. “You don’t have to kiss me.”

“Can’t we swap?” Valerie asked us.

Ursula was getting angry, I saw her cheeks flush. “I’m with Rose,” she retorted.

“Okay okay, this is getting out of hand,” I said hurriedly with a look at the curtain that led to the dressing room, “we’re in this together now. Neither one of us wants to spoil this evening, right?” The others seemed to relax a bit. “For the sake of peace we’ll swap places.”

“But…” Ursula began.

“Do you want this evening to be ruined? No? Me neither. I’ll go with Valerie,” I said with a voice that was more commanding than I thought that I could sound.

“Okay with me, I fancied Louise more than her before you came,” Ursula blurted out.

We fell silent as we let that confession sink in. Then we started to snicker. “You did?” Louise asked.

“Yeah well,” Ursula said, exasperated, looking at me, “Valerie’s too old for me.”

I burst out in muffled laughter. “What?” Ursula said seriously, but her eyes twinkled. “Oh fuck, come on, Louise,” she said, took her by the hand and dragged her away.

Valerie and I looked at each other. “Well,” she said.

“Come here,” I said and touched her arm.

“I’m not going to kiss my sister,” she said decidedly.

“You don’t have to. Come on, let’s go find the corsets we want.”

It took a while for the four of us to relax completely, but soon we were happy showing each other, Ursula and Louise included, the corsets we had set our sights upon.

Soon our mothers emerged from the dressing room. For a moment I forgot the world when Mom walked out. Then I could tell that the others were equally impressed. Carmen especially seemed a wet dream on legs with her luscious figure and full breasts that hugged the material tightly.

Quickly we were asked to show what we had chosen, and before very long and all four of us had been dressed up by Isabeau and her daughters.

Breathless with excitement, we walked out to show ourselves to our mothers. They were awestruck.

Isabeau and her daughters retreated to dress up too. In the meantime we looked at each other. It could have been me, but from our mothers there shone tiny sparkling stars in their pubes. I became so excited that I could have ravaged any of these women or girls, just to quench the lust that rushed through me.

Mom took me closer and kissed me on the cheek. I felt her shiver and sensed that she wanted to do more. But she somehow managed to restrain herself. I wanted to slip a finger up her vagina and feel her wetness, so I knew just how she felt

When Isabeau and her daughters emerged from the dressing room, it felt like the ground had fallen away from under us. All three had their pubic hair shaved off, their perfect figures were dreamlike with an alabaster quality to their skin.

Isabeau motioned us to follow her to the room, where we underwent the next stage, although I suspected that there were many more to come.

We got to wear these beautiful stockings and long gloves and jewelry. Mom got a black silken choker with a big pearl, that was like a tear that was desperate to slide down between her breasts.

In a dream-like state, we then followed Isabeau to a part of the house we hadn’t seen before. “Welcome to our boudoir,” Isabeau said, and opened a room that was filled with big oriental cushions, a cabinet with drinks and large heavy drapes as she and her daughters lit big crystal chandeliers. All was in red, it was a room that breathed unadulterated sex.

As we lay down and tried to keep our hands to ourselves, she fixed us drinks. Monique and Yvonne lay down by Mom and Laura, Isabeau looked at Carmen a little too often and sure enough: when she had given us our wine she lay down by Carmen who was enthralled with her.

I was getting seriously wet between my legs and crossed them. I saw that the others were getting excited as well. A light perfume of womanhood started to permeate the room and still we guests were too afraid to say anything.

We just sipped our undiluted wine and looked around, feasting our eyes. Our eyes would meet and leave each other with a desperate haste, too afraid to see the lesbian lust that was saturating our souls.

Isabeau and her daughters seemed to be relaxed about it all, a bit too relaxed.

“So what is it that one does in this room?” I finally asked.

Isabeau just smiled. “What do you think?” I was lost for words.

“We come here to admire,” she spoke. “There is a lot to admire here tonight, wouldn’t you agree?”

I just swallowed and saw my mom across the room. Next to me lay Ursula, Valerie and Louise. I just couldn’t take my eyes off any one in the room. I looked at their breasts, legs, faces, hair — their exposed sexes, openly glistening, waiting for a mouth to drink the honey that was oozing onto the pillows.

Isabeau looked at Carmen. “I come here with my daughters to just… enjoy the view. Do you like what you see?”

“Yes,” Carmen whispered.

I looked sideways at Valerie who lay on her side, one leg lay down, the other bent up, in between a promise of heaven. Ursula seemed to brush an imaginary dust fleck from in between her legs. She looked at me hungrily and licked her finger.

“If I didn’t know any better,” I heard Laura mutter, “I would say that you are trying to seduce us. All of us.”

Isabeau looked at her in mock surprise. “Would you like us to?”

“Yes,” Laura said and laid a hand on Yvonne.

Yvonne smiled and traced the outline of Laura’s side with a finger.

We watched how Laura lay back and let Yvonne touch her, her legs spread open a little, her hands clearly hungry to touch naked flesh, any flesh.

“Is it okay if I touch your d-daughter?” Laura asked in a small voice, looking at Isabeau.

Isabeau smiled and nodded. “You may.”

Yvonne spread her legs a little. Laura touched her thigh and ran her hand up and down the smooth flawless flesh. “This is wrong,” she said.

“Why?” asked Yvonne.

“You’re so young.”

“Beauty transcends age. Don’t you find me attractive?”

“Yes. Very much.”

“Monique?” Isabeau asked her other daughter. “Let Laura touch you as well.”

Monique crouched over to her sister. She took Laura’s other hand and placed it on her body. Laura looked hypnotized at her hand that was now cupped over Monique’s breast.

Yvonne bent over and kissed Laura on her lips. Isabeau’s hand slid over Carmen’s body. Carmen started to tremble.

I saw Mom touch her thighs and felt a wildfire burst out inside me. I felt my pussy oozing steadily now. I looked over at Ursula, Valerie and Louise. A droplet slowly slid from Valerie’s cunt, rolling down her leg and onto the cushion.

When I looked back, both Yvonne and Monique were on their knees besides Laura, letting their hands run over the older woman, who had spread her legs for all to see. Her greedy hands touched the girl’s thighs as they smiled at her. Her hands went nearer and nearer to their pretty hairless folds.

Monique found Laura’s mound and opened her lips, Yvonne bent forward and gave Laura’s clit a lick. Laura shuddered, as we all did. Then Monique bent forward and did the same. Then she looked at Yvonne and gave her sister a kiss on the mouth.

Shocked, we watched the gorgeous siblings flick their tongues into each other mouths while Laura rubbed their mounds.

“Oh my God,” I heard Valerie whisper.

Yvonne and Monique must have heard her, because they looked at her in mock surprise. Seeing these sisters sharing passionate kisses made it much harder for me to control the need to fuck myself, so I slipped a finger to my clit, setting it afire with the smallest touch.

I looked helplessly at Mom who looked into my eyes and who also began to finger her clit.

By then, Monique and Yvonne were really making out. I realised that they were doing a show: our eyes were transfixed as we watched the sisters kiss. Yvonne bent forward and took her sister’s right nipple in her mouth. Monique grabbed her sister’s head and clutched it to her chest. Laura had buried three fingers inside Yvonne and was rubbing her clit.

I looked around and saw Louise and Valerie staring at the steamy lesbian action. Isabeau lay behind Carmen on her side and fingered her pussy, a long sleek hand making wavy motions between her thighs. Carmen pressed the hand hard by crossing her legs.

Then we saw Yvonne slide a hand between her sister’s legs and push a finger inside her vagina. Monique threw back her head and gasped. Yvonne started to kiss her sister’s other breast, her tongue emerging to flick at the nipple.

By now I was pushing two fingers inside myself while rubbing my clit. I wanted so desperately to go over to Mom and make love to her, but felt hesitant to do so. It was one border I wasn’t prepared to cross just yet, fucking my mother in front of others. I saw Mom look at me, and knew that she shared my feelings.

Monique rode her sister’s hand and squealed with pleasure. As I looked back, Valerie was touching her own clit. Behind her, Ursula was following suit. She looked over at me and smiled.

Behind her, Louise seemed at a loss what to do. Noticing that, Ursula rolled over, exposing her bare bottom. I felt a shiver of excitement when I saw that Ursula’s bottom was streaked with wetness from her pussy. She whispered something into Louise’s ear. Louise looked at her, half scared, half curious. Then Ursula bent forward and kissed Louise on the mouth.

I looked at Valerie, then at her hand as it was touching her mound. She glanced up at me, and I grinned, drawing closer to her.

If I couldn’t be with Mom, I would just have to give her a hot sex show. I moved my head towards Valerie’s mound. It smelled strong and sweet,

Valerie put a wet finger in my mouth. She tasted like heaven. Shivering, I kissed her clit, while slipping two fingers inside my own dripping cunt, spreading my legs to give Mom a good view.

With the other hand I trailed my fingers over Valerie’s glistening cunt and quickly slid in a finger. I twisted it, which made her moan. She stroked my hair as I licked her, lapping up her juices. Behind me, I heard Louise gasp, and knew that Ursula was giving her the same kind of treatment.

Soon Valerie shrieked and shuddered. I picked up the pace and felt a warm trickle of her honey flow into my mouth. I tried to gulp down every drop, but some dripped down my chin. Valerie writhed and I pushed in another finger, quickening my pace. Valerie quickly came again. Breathlessly she fell back, her eyes glazed with pleasure.

I hadn’t come just yet and looked back at Mom with wide grin. By then Mom had pushed four fingers into her cunt and by the looks of it was inches away from a massive orgasm. Carmen was sitting on Isabeau’s face and touching the beautiful breasts that had popped out of her corset. Monique and Yvonne had their faces buried in between Laura’s legs, taking turns licking her and kissing each other.

It was all too much for me to resist. I beckoned Mom to come over. She crawled to where I lay, looking hungrily at me.

Without caring what the others would think, I kissed my mother on the mouth. Valerie gasped in surprise. Mom’s hands were all over me, groping my small developing breasts, my ass, my cunt, while I touched her clit and tested the wideness of her cunt. Nearly all my fingers were sucked in her hole.

I think I heard Carmen whimper “Oh my God,” and come. From a corner of my eye I saw Laura, Monique and Yvonne look at us. I smiled and slowly pushed my hand inside Mom, who stiffened.

We were the sideshow now. Mom lay back as I fisted her on the spot. I saw my hand disappear in her cunt up to the wrist, then deeper until half of my forearm went inside. Mom’s face contorted as she begged me to fuck her. I pushed my arm in and out.

The other women didn’t seem to know how to react. I pulled down Mom’s corset to expose her breasts and started to suck on her nipples while my arm made the heavenly trip over and over again. Mom bucked and whimpered, then stiffened with a sudden howl. I slowed my pace,drawing my arm a bit further each time till my hand popped free.

Mom lay there in a gasping mess, then she pulled me onto her and kissed me hard on the mouth, pushing her tongue inside.

We kissed like lovers for God knows for how long. By the time we managed to break apart, we glanced around at the others who still didn’t seem to know how to react.

“I love my mom,” I explained. “She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, and I think maybe I’ve wanted to fuck her for a long time.”

“That was hot,” Louise said.

Mom looked up and smiled. “Wanna try?”

“Doesn’t it hurt, her whole hand in you like that?”

Mom laughed. “I loved it. I’d enjoy your hand too, I bet.”

Louise crawled towards us with a big question mark on her face. I just grinned and encouraged her to join us.

Mom spread her legs and Louise began to lick her cunt. Her pert ass stuck up in the air and it was just too inviting to pass up. I moved behind her and saw Valerie watching me. I spread her sister’s ass cheeks and paused to study Louise’s dripping cunt. Making sure that Valerie had a good view, I bent down to get my first taste of Louise.

Louise gave a surprised muffled sound, and then spread her legs a bit further apart to give me greater access. A long thread of juice dripped down Louise’s delicious cunt and I spread her open to show it to Valerie, who had slipped two fingers in her own vagina while massaging a breast through the material of her corset.

“Want to taste?” I whispered.

Valerie let go of herself and slowly crawled forward. She touched her sister’s juicy slit, then brought the finger to her mouth to taste. Her eyes were glazed with lust, and I moved to one side to let things play out. Valerie’s nostrils flared as she followed the flavor to its source and kissed her sister’s cunt. Louise gave a soft shriek as her sister began to suck and and nibble on her. Louise rocked back and forth, still eating my mother who held her face close. Mom looked at me and smiled like an angel before she closed her eyes.

I had to smile. Mere minutes earlier, Vanessa was unwilling to even kiss her sister’s mouth, and now she was going down on her. I didn’t exactly know what kind of spell had captured the lot of us, but loved every second.

I felt two hands move over my breasts and and looking back, saw Ursula smiling hungrily at me. From behind, she slipped two fingers into my pussy. I bent forward and kissed Mom on her mouth. I could hear Louise beginning to come, and wondered if she knew who was making her feel so good.

I let Ursula fuck me until I felt my cunt contract and with a moan, I came. Mom and I broke our kiss.

“Honey?” I heard Carmen say in a far away voice. Ursula looked at her mom, then at me. I grabbed her hand and brought her over to Isabeau and Carmen.

Ursula gazed shyly at her mother, who reached out to take her eleven-year-old’s hand. “Can I kiss you, baby?” Carmen whispered, her face glowing with love.

Ursula nodded. “Yes, Mommy,” she quietly replied.

Isabeau and I watched mother and daughter kiss each other hesitantly, then the kiss grew hot and passionate. Ursula began to fondle Carmen’s breasts as their tongues flickered back and forth.

Isabeau kissed me and guided a hand towards her crotch. It was hot and moist. She pulled down her corset to reveal her magnificent breasts. Without waiting for an invitation I started to kiss the soft flesh and gently bite on her erect nipples. Her clit felt big under my fingers, and when I probed the entrance to her cunt it felt wet and wide. I found that two fingers fit in easily.

Isabeau murmured, “Put your hand in,” and spread her legs a bit further.

I smiled and gently eased my hand into her juicy channel until it was up to the wrist. Isabeau hissed and clenched the muscles of her vagina so tightly, that I couldn’t move my hand until she relaxed a bit. Her fingers ran through my hair.

Behind me Mom was practically ordering Louise to fist her hard, and judging by the sound, Louise had done just that. I moved my fist deep into Isabeau who arched her back and pressed my face hard against her breasts. Like a newborn infant, I hungrily fed on them.

Then Isabeau turned around on my wrist, reaching back to grasp my other hand, she guided it towards her ass. First I didn’t know what to do, but then got the picture. I bent down and licked her asshole up and down to get it moist, then carefully inserted a finger. Like with her cunt, it slipped in easily.

“More,” Isabeau begged me, so I worked three fingers into her rectum. Isabeau yelped and thrust her hips back at me. Nectar was oozing in a steady stream down her thighs. My heart pounded as I started to pry in my hand in. I couldn’t believe that I could penetrate both of her holes, but somehow I managed it.

With both hands inside, I started to fuck her for real. Isabeau bucked and screamed in a long string of orgasms that raged through her until she went limp and fell forward. I carefully withdrew my hands from Isabeau’s body, and she rolled over, panting with a empty look in her eyes. I found her mouth with mine and we shared a gentle tongue kiss.

By the looks of it, the others were also spent. The air was heavy with sex, lesbian lovers both young and adult lying in each other’s arms and sharing kisses each other. But I wasn’t ready yet — I wanted one more thing.

“Ursula?” She was nestled in her mother’s arms, lips moist from her lovemaking with Carmen. Both of them were naked. I felt a pang of regret that I hadn’t got to see them fuck, but perhaps I’d get another chance before our holiday was through.

Little Ursula raised her face, giving me a dreamy smile. “Uh-huh?”

“I need you,” I murmured, lying down on my back and beckoning her to come over, spreading my legs wide for her.

When she was with me, she gave me a kiss. Briefly sucking Ursula’s sweet tongue, I ripped down my corset and let her kiss my budding breasts. “I want you to fist me,” I whispered in her ear.

She looked at me quizzically. “Are you sure?”

I nodded. “I need to feel what it feels like… and you have the smallest hands.”

Mom must have understood what it was about, because she crawled from the sweaty tangle of limbs she’d been in with Louise and Valerie to join us. I noticed that Valerie was sharing a tender kiss with her little sister.

Ursula started to fuck me with two fingers. Mom whispered in her ear, telling my eleven-year-old lover what to do. I held up my legs and felt Ursula push in three fingers. At first it hurt a little, and I let her continue to fuck me until I told her “Okay, ready for more.”

Then she added another finger, carefully twisted it to allow my cunt to adjust to the increased pressure. Then I was felt ready for the next step and Ursula slowly pushed her hand into me.

I moaned and felt tears well up in my eyes, unable to tell pain from pleasure. Then I saw Ursula smile and when I looked down, I saw that her hand was buried in my cunt. I felt my vagina stretched to its limit and bit my lip.

Mom bent over and offered me her breasts to lick and suck while Ursula started to move her hand in and out of me. I cried out loud and begged her, “Fuck me… oh God, Ursula, fuck me!”

She picked up her pace, and I started to see stars. Then the orgasm hit me, washed over me, threatened to break my back, rip my belly apart. I became no one, I was the entire universe.

I screamed and came so hard that I passed out. The last thing I remember feeling was a sudden release, rushing through my spine until it slammed into my brain.

When I came to, Ursula’s mouth and chin were glistening with a thick, viscous fluid.

“Wow,” she said.

“What?” I croaked.

“You squirted.”

“No way.”

“Yes way.”

“Oh my God, I had no idea I could do that,” I felt ridiculous, but proud.

“It was great,” Mom said, licking her fingers. “You taste so good, honey.”

We looked around at each other, grinning like fools. Isabeau stood up and let her daughters remove her corset, leaving her naked. “Come, ladies,” she murmured, “Let’s go to the river, freshen up and have something to eat.”

We all thought that was the greatest idea ever. We helped each other take off what little we were still wearing walked out naked towards the river where we spent some time in the chilly water to wash away the sweat and body fluids.

Whatever taboo barriers there had been between us, they were gone now. Sisters, mothers and daughters played, teased, kissed and fucked in the river and on the shore.

Valerie and her sister Louise began to make love again, getting into a frantic sixty-nine, and this time their mother Laura joined them. I watched in awe as she spread Louise’s buttocks apart, then began to lovingly lick her daughter’s anus.

We ended up in a collective incest orgy. I lay Mom down in the grass and began to eat her pussy, Ursula sat on her mother’s face, and Isabeau got onto all fours, where her daughters eagerly pleasured both her holes.

Finally we washed ourselves in the river one last time, then made our way back to the house. In the salon we drank some wine, and then went to our rooms where we all fell willingly into a long satisfying sleep, perhaps dreaming of the delights still to come on this wonderful holiday.