Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Note from JetBoy: As you probably know, this story’s author, is the current partner of Lisa, widow of our late and much-missed site co-founder Cheryl Taggert. Suzanne was inspired to write this story by the third part of Cheryl’s erotic magnum opus I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, in which the titular character (also named Cheryl, for some reason) interviews a series of women and girls who became sexually active at an early age. The basic concept of this new work may have come from Cheryl, but Suzanne brings her own distinctive approach to the idea, and it more than deserves to stand on its own. Do enjoy.

by Suzy Freeman

I am Suzanne Freeman, a PhD candidate conducting research into the sexual development of young girls. My focus is on interviewing women who have admitted to having a strong sex urge and who began to enjoy sexual encounters of a lesbian nature at an early age. I have chosen to limit my study to lesbian encounters in order to determine if a strong libido is more likely to lead young girls to seek out and indulge in sexual exploration with other girls.

For the sake of clarity and understanding, I wish to share two crucial details about myself. First, I was myself a child with a strong sex drive, a factor that led me to take on this study in the first place. Second, while I did not have sexual encounters with adults as a child, I often fantasized about such encounters once I began to have self-induced orgasms at age seven. And even then, all my fantasies revolved around other females.

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Opening statement: The following is from the interview portion of my PhD dissertation on the sexual development of young girls. Once all of the interview material has been shared, I will end with my findings and conclusions.

My first subject is Millie, age thirty-two. Like all my interview subjects, her last name has been withheld for reasons of privacy. She is one of several subjects chosen from over seventy respondents to a request for volunteers to be interviewed about their sexual history. All respondents have admitted to considering themselves as having a stronger-than-normal sex drive. The evaluation of each subject’s level of libido was left up to the subjects themselves, since it is this belief in a robust sexual appetite that drives the focus of my research. Each potential subject was sent an initial questionnaire, and the interviewees were chosen based on their responses. Those who were the most descriptive and straightforward were far more likely to be chosen to participate.

Note: For the purposes of reading the following, “Q” indicates a question asked of the subject or a statement I made to her. “A” refers to the answer or response provided. At times when the subject is relating a story directly in the form of conversation and description, the format moves into more of a storytelling form, with dialogue and the descriptions related. This is a verbatim transcription of what was said in the various interviews. 

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Q: Hello, Millie. How are you doing today?

A: Other than horny, as usual? I’m fine. (Millie smiles at me. Is she flirting? I suspect that this is the case)

Q: Millie, you’ve admitted to having a strong sex drive, something you became aware of at an early age. Would you care to tell us about the first sexual feelings you remember having?

A: Sure. I was very little – five years old, actually – and one day, my mother ran a bath for me. She undressed me and I climbed in. She let me play around in the water for a little while, then took a washcloth, soaped it up and began to wash me all over. I don’t really remember most of the bath, but then she started washing me between the legs; my pussy. She called it my kitty back then. I noticed right away that the washcloth felt very nice against me. She also washed by butt crack, and it felt really good there, too. I always loved it when Mom bathed me, but this was the first time she spent so much time on my private places.

Anyway, once she was done washing me, I wanted to stay in the tub and play some more, so Mom ran some more hot water into the tub to warm it up and left me on my own for a few minutes. When she was gone from the room, I picked up the washcloth and began using it to rub my kitty. I had no idea this had anything to do with sex, in fact, I didn’t even know what sex was. All I knew was I really, really liked what Mom did to me. So I ground that wet flannel into my pussy until those wonderful feelings came back, even better than before. Then I reached down further and did the same thing to my butthole.

After a little while, Mom came back into the bathroom to get me out of the tub and caught me playing with myself. I remember she stood there a moment, watching me with this, well, surprised look on her face. Now, I realize it was more than just surprise she was feeling. It was, what’s the word I want… interested, I guess. She sure seemed to enjoy watching me. In fact, when I stopped, Mom said I could keep going if I wanted to.

I remember smiling at her and saying how it felt good on my kitty, rubbing it with the washcloth like I was. Mom said she knew what I meant, that she liked to rub her kitty too. Soon as she said that, I remember thinking how much I’d like to see my mother touch herself, but I was much too shy to say so.

Anyway, I sat back in the tub and kept rubbing myself with the washcloth with Mom watching me. Finally, she pulled down her shorts and panties, put the lid of the toilet down and sat, telling me she was going to rub her kitty some too, if I was okay with that. Of course, I told her that was fine, and she reached down and started touching between her legs while watching me do the same.

Again, I had no idea this had anything to do with sex. I just knew it felt good, so I assumed my mother liked it, too. Sure, I enjoyed seeing Mom doing it, though to me it was more interesting than arousing. Of course, she was getting one hell of a thrill watching me masturbate, though I had no way of knowing that.

The washcloth was starting to feel scratchy down there, so I told Mom I needed to stop. When I explained why, she told me to soap my hands up and wash myself that way. It felt wonderful, even better than before, so I got right back into rubbing my kitty.

Before very long, Mom began to shiver and moan, a look on her face like she was in pain. It scared me at first, but she was quick to tell me not to worry, that what was happening to her was really, really good, and I shouldn’t stop what I was doing, so I didn’t.

Once Mom finished coming, I still had no idea what had happened, so she explained about how women and girls could give themselves wonderful feelings when they touched “down there,” like I was doing right then. I told her I knew that, ‘cause I was still rubbing my kitty, after all… but Mom said I didn’t know, not really. She said what I felt right then was like getting one small spoonful of ice cream, but what just happened to her was getting a big bowl of ice cream with hot fudge on top. She said that big, wonderful sensation was called an orgasm.

Naturally, I wanted to have that special feeling, so I asked her how I could make it happen. She told me it was hard for someone my age, because it can take a long time and your hand gets tired of rubbing. Then Mom said she had an idea. What if she touched my kitty herself until I had an orgasm? Did I want to give that a try? Of course, I said yes!

Q: So what happened then?

A: I got out of the tub and Mom dried me off. She said I might as well stay naked. So she led me down the hall to her room and got me to lay down on the bed. My little sister was off taking her nap, and my dad was at work.

Q: You have a sister?

A: Yes. Two, actually, but I only had one when I was that age.

Q: Were they also interested in sex at an early age?

A: Yes. Very much so.

Q: We can talk about that in a moment. What did your mother do to bring you to orgasm?

A: First she touched my clit, very gently. Then she bent down and put her mouth on me, on my pussy. I was startled at first – I mean, that’s where I peed from! But she started to lick me, her tongue felt so amazing that I never got the chance to be grossed out. It was so good… a lot better than the washcloth or my soapy hand.

Q: And you came?

A: Yes. It took a little while, but I did. And it was colossal. The sensations were so big that it almost scared me, like I might explode. Once I caught my breath, Mom asked me if she was right when she compared the feeling of just touching myself with a genuine orgasm. You know, the spoonful of ice cream versus the big bowl. And I told her, yes, she was right. .

Q: Did your mother ever do anything else sexual with you?

A: Oh, my, yes. We would get together to make love at least several times a week.

Q: Does that mean you performed sex acts on your mother? Or was it just her pleasuring you?

A: Our second time together, she asked if I would use my mouth on her. I was nervous, yeah, but I also wanted to make her happy, so I tried it. The taste of her cunt was odd to me at first, but I got to like it right away. And before you ask… yes, I did make my mother come.

We were snuggling together afterwards, and that’s when Mom taught me how to kiss. Real kisses, with our tongues. I really liked doing that!

Then she told me what we were really doing – making love. I thought it was just us doing something nice for each other… but really, it was sex. I had a little trouble wrapping my head around that, the idea of me and Mom being like, y’know, girlfriends. But I wanted to keep doing those things with her, so I didn’t let it bother me. I decided I liked being my mother’s lover.

Q: You say your sisters have strong libidos as well, and it showed up early in life. Did your mother get sexual with them, too?

A: Absolutely! She initiated them as well, starting when they were around the same age I was for my first time. All four of us are lovers to this day. My father died of a heart attack four years ago, and he never did find out about us. Or if he did, he never let on.

My sisters have children, as do I, and we have initiated our children into a life of incest. My nieces’ fathers are clueless, though my husband is also involved in very mild sex play with our daughters. But you did tell me you were only interested in my lesbian experiences.

Q: Yes, I’m limiting these interviews to a discussion of lesbian sex and female masturbation. What are the ages of your sisters?

A: Well, my mother was very young when she had me, only seventeen. So she was twenty-one, maybe twenty-two when we became intimate. My father was fifteen years older than Mom. My sisters are now thirty and twenty-five. Randi, the oldest, is married with two daughters, Lori and Riley. Cassie, the baby of the family, is divorced, but has a daughter named Melinda.

Q: All girls! How wonderful!

A: Yes. We feel very fortunate.

Q: Just one question about your husband: does he have penetrative sex with your daughters?

A: Absolutely not. Touching and oral, nothing more.

Q: How old are your daughters?

A: Emily is twelve, Piper is nine.

Q: And your nieces?

A: Lori is eleven, and Riley is nine. Cassie’s daughter is six.

Q: Do your daughters and nieces also have sex with your mother, their grandmother?

A: Of course. And with each other as well. Piper and Riley are only one month apart in age, so they act more like twins than cousins. They want to get married one day; isn’t that sweet?

Q: It is. I’d love to see that happen. How old were you the first time you had sex with someone outside your family?

A: I was eleven. It was my best friend, Alex, short for Alexandra. No, my first sex was NOT with a boy.

Q: Can you tell me about it?

A: Well, we had talked about sex a lot, of course, being eleven. It started out as discussing cute boys we knew, which actors and singers we crushed on. That sort of thing. Obviously, I couldn’t talk about the sex I was having with my mother and sisters, but I did start mentioning girls and women I thought were hot. You know, to find out if Alex could also be into girls. I hadn’t been able to figure that out one way or the other. It frustrated me, because I was crushing on her in a big way by then.

One night, her mom let her sleep over at my house, and well, that’s when things changed between us. You might say our relationship took an immediate turn for the better.

Q: Please tell me about it.

(Note: From here, I will relate the story as Millie told it as a story and not an interview, except where I ask the occasional question.)

The first time we had a sleepover, Alex stayed at my house. My mother was delighted. She thought I should have at least one girlfriend of my own, a girl I wasn’t related to. Oh, and if we did end up fooling around, Mom would want me to give her all the details later while we both masturbated.

Both my sisters also had crushes on Alex, but being the oldest, I threatened to paddle their butts if they bothered us during the sleepover. This was MY night. I wasn’t a complete bitch, though; I promised Randi and Cassie that I’d go down on them the next day. It’s funny, though – once Alex and I were a for-real couple, she was the one who suggested having fun with my sisters, once I told her I’d had sex with them both. That was one incredible night – I’ll have to tell you about it, some other time.

Okay, sleepover night. We had supper, then me and Alex played video games for a while. When it was time for bed, Mom gave us each a goodnight kiss, we I went upstairs to my room.

“Did you see that? Your mom kissed me. Right on the mouth!”

I shrugged. “She kisses me all the time.”

“Yeah, but you’re her daughter.”

“Well, maybe my mom has the hots for you!” I was teasing, of course, but also not. I knew Mom would  walk over hot coals to get Alex into bed.

She made a face. “Ewww! Don’t be disgusting.”

That irked me, but I let it pass. “I like to take a bath before going to bed. Wanna join me?”

“Sure.” She said it casually, but I could tell the idea had her thinking. We’d never seen each other naked before, and I wondered if she wanted to get a good look at me with my clothes off. Alex had a sister, but she was a lot younger, and that wouldn’t be the same as seeing someone your own age.

We started to undress, then I had a really wild idea.

“Wanna have some fun?” I asked.

She looked at me, and I think she wondered if I was going to ask if she wanted to fool around. She sort of blinked and stared a moment. “How?” she said.

I really did want to do something sexual with Alex, but this wasn’t quite it. My plan was more about getting her to do something daring that involved us getting naked. “We finish taking our clothes off, then run down the hallway to the bathroom?”

Alex frowned. “What’s fun about that?”

I poked her. “Doing it and not getting caught, goofball!”

“Oh! I get it now.” She seemed a little disappointed, as if she’d hoped for more. That’s when I really began to suspect Alex wanted us to be more than friends.

“So what d’ya say? Wanna do it?”

She smiled. “Sure.”

I’d already unbuttoned my shirt. Now I started stripping as fast as I could. “Last one naked has to come back to the room without a towel!”

“Oooohh!” Alex squealed, then wriggled out of her t-shirt. We undressed quickly, though I ended up pretending to fumble with my panties to make it a tie. So I said, “Well, I guess we have to both come back to my room naked.” The way she grinned, I think she knew I’d set that up.

As we stood nude before each other for the first time, I decided to make it obvious that I was checking her out. I looked her up and down, taking in every inch of what she had. Damn, what a cutie she was!

I was thrilled to see Alex doing the same thing. At that age, I hadn’t begun to develop yet, but she seemed to like what she saw, exploring my bare body with her eyes, even lingering on my pussy.

When she did that, I spun around and said, “Don’t forget to check out my butt.”

She giggled as she gave it a good long look, then turned around and said, “Guess you should check out mine, too.”

By then, I was starting to feel seriously horny. I’d been excited earlier, but now I could feel that familiar throbbing between my legs, the kind that made me want to masturbate. Later, Alex told me she was feeling the exact same way. Of course, neither of us said anything about that.

You should know that I didn’t really mind being seen running around the house naked. Our parents had a pretty casual attitude about that kind of thing. I sort of hoped that Mom or my sisters would catch us streaking down the hall. Didn’t happen that way, but it sure was exciting to think about.

After our race to the bathroom, we shared a laugh, then got in the bathtub together. While we washed ourselves, I decided to tell Alex about the time I figured out how nice the washcloth felt between my legs and the fun that led to.

When I described how I’d discovered the nice feelings I could get from rubbing myself “down there,” Alex  listened carefully. She was squirming around some, enough so I knew she was turned on.

When I had finished, I asked her, “Have you ever made yourself feel good like that?”

“You mean masturbation?” she said.

She knew the word! “Yeah.”

“How’d you find out about it?”

Alex gave a little shrug. “I’m not sure. Seems like I’ve always known.”

“What’s the first time you did it just ‘cause it felt good?”

“I was in bed, lying on my stomach reading with a pillow between my legs. I was sort of shifting around, trying to get comfy, and I started wondering why it felt so good. I wasn’t actually, like, masturbating. Not yet. Heck, I didn’t even know what masturbation was. All I knew was it felt good to rub myself on my pillow.”

“Okay, so when was your first orgasm?”

She blushed. “I’d rather not say.”

That threw me off. “Well… were you alone?”

“Sorry, but I can’t tell you. It’s a secret.”

That’s when it hit me. Neither of us were alone for our first orgasms. I was with Mom, but who was the first to make Alex come?

“Then you were with someone else, huh?” I said, almost willing to tell her about me and my mother to get the truth from her.

“Please don’t ask me about that, Millie!” she said. “It’s making me uncomfortable.”

I could see she really didn’t want to tell me anything, so I dropped the subject. To this day, I have no idea who gave Alex her first orgasm. Then again, she never did find out about me and Mom. It sort of became a forbidden topic between us. I’ve often wondered if it had been her mother. Looking back, I’m fairly certain it was. She and her mom were very close, just like Mom and I were and still are. It’s too bad we never discussed it.

As we got out of the tub, there was a quick knock on the bathroom door, then it swung open. It was my mom. As usual, she hadn’t waited for an invitation to enter. I just stood there, but Alex sort of shrieked and covered herself.

Mom looked at her and smiled. “Honey, we’re all girls here. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.” She looked at me and said, “Exactly like Millie,.” then gave me a pat on the bottom.

“You’re so silly, Mom,” I said, giggling. I wanted to put Alex at ease, show her I was fine with being nude around my mother.

I guess it worked, because Alex took a deep breath and dropped both hands to reveal her body. To Mom’s credit, she didn’t ogle my friend, just took in with a glance and said, “Sorry to interrupt, girls. I’m giving Randi a bath and need the baby shampoo.” With that, she moved to the tub, retrieved the bottle of shampoo and made a quiet exit, giving Alex a casual glance and a smile along the way.

Of course, Mom only wanted a good look at Alex naked. There was already a big bottle of baby shampoo in the master bathroom, and she never bathed Randi this late at night. I was already picturing her in bed later that night, rubbing one out to the image of a naked Alex.

After she’d left, I grabbed a towel and said, “Here. I’ll dry your back, then you can dry mine.”

“Okay,” she said with a grin, my mother’s unannounced visit already forgotten.

As I dried Alex, I said, “Your butt is your backside, right? So I’ll dry that, too.” Reaching down, I spent the next full minute massaging her ass, with nothing but the towel between us. I noticed her eyes close, and she began to sway a bit, so I knew my touches were very much appreciated. I wondered if my friend and I would be enjoying any other special touches that evening..

I turned around, presenting my back to Alex, and she got the hint right away. She spent at least as much time drying my butt as I’d taken on hers. It felt wonderful, and my pussy had started to drip before she was done. It seemed to really enjoy touching my butt, even with the towel between her hands and my ass.

We raced each other back to my room, and when the door was shut behind us, I said, “Listen. I hope this doesn’t bother you, but I always sleep naked.”

Her eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yeah. I don’t like pajamas, and I hate the way panties get wedged in my butt crack. Do you mind?”

She shook her head. “No. Not at all.”

“You ever sleep nude?”

“Not all the way through the night. But it’s okay if you want to.”

“Cool!” I crawled onto the bed, taking my time with it so Alex could get a good look at my pussy and butthole, then slipped beneath the covers.

She climbed into bed beside me. “You mind if I sleep naked, too?”

“Heck, no!” I said. “It’s more fun with two.”

We lay there, talking about boys we liked, and soon my pussy was screaming for attention. Alex was very open about what she’d like to do to this one boy in our class, which played havoc with our ability to fall asleep.

I had a full bed, not a queen size, so our bodies were close enough to touch, which only got me more stirred up. I finally turned onto my side after telling Alex goodnight, and lay there, knowing damn well I wouldn’t get a wink of sleep unless I had an orgasm.

Alex settled in, and we lay side by side, our butts barely touching. I tried to ignore the thrill it gave me to have her cute ass against mine, wondering if she felt the same way.

Time passed, about half an hour. I wondered if Alex was asleep. That’s when I felt her move, and realized she was still awake.

She moved again. Not much, but enough. Then again. Oh, wow, Alex was masturbating!

As you can imagine, I was beside myself with excitement. My pussy was on fire, but I held back for a minute, waiting for Alex to get herself too keyed up to stop when I joined in.

It didn’t take long. Her breath was getting louder, and it was obvious she was doing her utmost to get off. I could actually hear the sounds of her fingers as they worked the slick folds.

It was time. I reached down to my own slit and began playing with myself. She just kept going, even when I moaned and whimpered, letting her know that, yeah, I was into this.

Alex started making sounds of pleasure herself, so I knew we’d passed the point of no return. So I sat up and said, “Listen, I know what you’re doing, and you know what I’m doing… so we might as well be open about it.” Then I switched on my bedside lamp.

She blinked at me in the light. I guess she was waiting to see what I was up to. Giving her a big grin, I said, “Wanna do it with me? We can watch each other.”

She grinned back and said, “Sure.”

I pushed the covers completely off the bed, lay down and got back to masturbating. Alex looked on for a moment, then stretched out next to me and did the same.

We fingered ourselves for a minute or so, then I realized we’d have a much better view if we weren’t on our backs.

“Here, sit up,” I told her. She did, and I shoved a pillow behind her back, then mine. We settled in and returned to touching ourselves.

MUCH better. Now we each had a front row seat to the action. Me and Alex could easily see our busy hands as we stroked, massaged and groped our juicy cunts.

Soon our fingers were a blur. We’d been touching ourselves for at least five minutes before I spoke up, and desperately needed to come. God, watching Alex masturbate was so incredibly hot. I couldn’t wait to see her get off!

Her orgasm hit first, and I watched in awe as my friend’s body spasmed and shook with the intensity of it. Moments later, it was her turn to see me come – and I don’t mind telling you that I gave Alex a hell of a good show, shaking the bed with the force of my release.

We lay back down together, catching our breath and mopping the sweat from our foreheads. Then we went into a giggle-fest before coming together in a hug. Looking back, I think we lost it because of the sheer delight we felt, knowing that we both wanted this, and knowing it would almost certainly happen again. Those were giggles of relief in more ways than one.

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Q: Did the two of you do more?

A: Not that night, but we masturbated together often after that. We’d have contests to see who could come first and all that. Before long, we moved on to touching each other.

Q: Did you ever engage in oral sex with Alex?

A: Absolutely. It was maybe two months after that first time. It became a thing where we’d log on the internet and watch porn while fingering each other. Neither of our moms put blockers on our computers, so we could go to any website we liked.

Anyway, one night when Alex was sleeping over at my house, I logged on and opened Pornhub. We had only watched hetero sex before that night, but I really wanted to sneak in something with lesbian content, so I clicked on a video with a guy and two girls.

Oh, man, when the girls started kissing and touching each other, it felt like the temperature in my room went up ten degrees! We watched that for a few minutes. Finally, Alex suggested I find one with only girls in it.

I told her, “Sure, we can do that,” but inside I was going YES!! My heart was racing like mad because I sort of suspected where watching lesbians fuck would lead us, and I was right.

In the very first clip we watched, two girls did oral with each other. Alex couldn’t look me in the eye when she said, “Have you ever thought about us doing that?”

I looked at her and replied, “Lots of times.” Then I told her the truth, how I wanted to that first time we masturbated for each other, and every other time since then.

Alex burst into laughter. “Oh, God, me too.” Like me, she wanted to try oral that first time, too, but was scared to suggest it.

We ended up in a sixty-nine. She sure didn’t seem like a novice at it, either, so I figured Alex had done it before with whoever it was she had messed around with the first time she came. Like I said, I never did find out who that was.

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Closing Statement: At this point, we ended this session, making plans to meet again. Millie said she would prefer something less public for next time, so we agreed to meet at my apartment for Session 2/Millie.

As a further note to Session 1 of the interview, we did not do anything sexual with each other that first time. However, I did go home and masturbate after we parted. I later found out that Millie actually drove into a deserted corner of a shopping center’s parking deck and got herself off before driving home and having sex with her two daughters. Needless to say, Millie and I were looking forward to our upcoming session. This is, after all, a study of the female sex drive.

Session2/Millie will be submitted in the coming days.

Soon to come: Chapter Two!