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I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 34

  • Posted on June 28, 2016 at 3:12 pm

Finding the Thrills Behind Sadness

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

By Wednesday of that week, I was back on cloud nine, as my mom liked to say. All seemed right with the world now. On Tuesday morning, Mom had picked up Deanna on the way to school and dropped us both off, and we waited for Marie to show up. When she did, we both greeted her with huge smiles.

Marie knew Deanna and I had made up, and I had finally confessed that I was in love with both of them. Marie took Deanna aside to our private spot on the short brick wall. They chatted for a few minutes, and when they returned to me, they told me that we needed to have a threesome soon, or maybe even more.

“I wouldn’t mind if Jenna and her friend joined us,” Marie said.

“You mean Carmen?” I asked.

“Yeah, I really liked licking Jenna Saturday morning, and having another girl that age would be awesome.”

“Are you interested in even younger?” I asked her.

“Sure!” Marie said, and grinned.

“How young would you go?” Deanna asked her. I glanced at her after she asked that, knowing Deanna would go awfully young. We had enjoyed Nikki when she was five.

“As young as a girl can be and know that she wants to play around,” Marie answered.

“Five?” Deanna asked.

“Sure,” said Marie. “That’s how old I was when my sisters seduced me the first time, and I don’t regret it a bit.”

“Four?” I asked, and Marie looked at me, thinking.

“Maybe four,” she said, “if she knew what was happening.”

“I touched a three-year-old’s pussy before,” Deanna said. “My cousin Tori. She giggled and stuff, but she didn’t really know what it was about. She just knew it felt good.”

This was a bit of a surprise, really. I had never known she had touched her cousin when the girl was that young. I knew the cousin she was referring to, however, because Deanna had mentioned Tori after a recent trip to visit her mother’s sister in Seattle. Tori was now five, and Deanna had been more successful getting the little one interested in what they’d called “adult fun games.”

The bell rang and we entered the building, splitting up to go our separate ways for first class.

But as I said, things were great.

Until Wednesday evening, that is.

Gwen stopped by, and she didn’t look happy at all. At first, my heart seemed to catch in my throat because I thought she might have the ultimate bad news about Cindy, but it turned out it wasn’t about Cindy, though it related to her.

Kinsey Harris, the call girl who had talked to Gwen about Cindy, had been found dead. Her body had been discovered in a dumpster on Bellanca Avenue near West Manchester in Inglewood, one of the many suburbs of L.A. She had been strangled. There were other injuries, but I never heard about them because Mom and Gwen didn’t want to give me nightmares.

Jenna heard the news and ran to her room. I followed and held her while she cried.

“I sometimes can’t sleep and think about my mom,” she cried. “If she could have gotten back to get me by now, she would’ve.”

“It’s okay,” I said. “Everything will be okay.”

“My mom’s dead! I just know it!” Her sobs began again. I felt so sorry for her. I knew if my mom was missing for three years, I would go crazy. I hadn’t really thought about how sad Jenna must be sometimes.

I realized there wasn’t much I could do to make her feel better. I just held my adopted baby sister while she cried. It was all I could do, and that made me feel so helpless.

After a while, her crying subsided and she looked at me with teary eyes and said, “Make love to me. Please?”

“Are you sure?” I asked. I hadn’t expected that at all.

“Yeah. Very sure.”

When I asked my mom about it later, she told me that sex is an affirmation of life. She said that for us to make love probably made Jenna feel very alive, even while thinking her mom was possibly dead.

I took Jenna in my arms and kissed her, very softly, very tenderly. I didn’t want to rush things or turn this into some frenzied sex with the only objective being having an orgasm.

So with that in mind, I kissed her tear-stained eyes, her nose, her ear lobes. Then I was nuzzling her neck, licking and kissing the softest areas I knew were the best for that.

I felt her shiver in my arms.

Holding her close, I lifted the hem of her shirt and removed it. Then I kissed her on the lips again, softly sliding my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue met mine and seemed to slide around my invading tongue as if they were dancing to a slow song of love and romance.

She began to unbutton my shirt, an eggshell colored midriff blouse, and pushed it off my shoulders. I helped her discard it. She, of course, was wearing no bra since she still had nothing to hold up there, just some slightly swelling nipples, but I was, and she unsnapped it, pushing the straps down my arms and off.

Leaning over my topless body, she took one nipple into her mouth and began to suck it like a baby wanting milk. She curled up to me and did that for some time, suckling me and running her hands over my back, shoulders, and arms all the while.

I held her as if she were a baby, my baby, as she sought the comfort this act must be able to provide her.

After about ten minutes, she moved to the other nipple and continued sucking it as she had done with the other one. This time, however, she began gently humping my thigh while she “nursed” from me.

Finally, she broke the lip-lock she had on my boobs and kissed me. I could see the lust, desire, and love in her eyes.

Reaching down, I pushed her shorts, which had only an elastic band waistline holding them up, down to her knees, then adjusted my body so I could reach to push them all the way off over her delicate, little feet. I sat up on my knees and started to remove my own shorts, but she stopped me.

“Let me,” she said, and reached up to replace my hands with her own. She unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned the waist, unzipped me, then pushed them down my legs to where my knees rested against the bed. Lying down, I allowed her to remove my shorts.

She lay on top of me, pussy-to-pussy and began to grind slowly into my center, pushing her little girl’s pussy against my young teenager’s mound.

Our breathing quickened as the lust in us rose to another level. I felt my nipples tingling and stiffening as they puckered with the sensual pleasure my body was feeling. I could feel Jenna’s nipples stiffen as well, poking into my sensitive flesh.

My hands grasped her panty-clad butt and I squeezed and kneaded the pliant flesh, savoring the feel of the globes beneath the thin fabric. Her breathing told me she liked that I was massaging those cheeks. I felt her raise her hips slightly, urging my hands to seek her rosebud to tenderly touch its center through the thin material of her cotton panties.

I could do better than that, however.

I hooked my thumbs into the elastic waistband and tugged, sliding her last undergarment down her legs to mid-thigh. She reached down with one hand and, tucking her legs up, removed the panties.

I reached down and took them from her, holding them in my hand before placing the garment against my nose to breath in the intoxicating aroma of her young, fresh pussy. The gusset was already quite wet, and I stuffed the panties into my mouth to suck the juices from that small area of lucky cloth.

Jenna smiled at me and kissed me passionately as her panties protruded from my lips. I was sure she could taste her own clean nectar on her panties and my lips.

I removed her panties my mouth and renewed the kiss, driving my tongue past her lips to swim there behind the open wall of her teeth.

When we broke this kiss, she scooted down and removed my panties, doing the same with mine that I did with hers — stuffing them into her mouth to suck clean.

She kissed me with my panties in her mouth, allowing me to taste what she was tasting, to enjoy what she enjoyed.

Then my panties, now cleaned of the juices that had filled them, were tossed unceremoniously onto the floor and our lips met again to continue the kisses.

Jenna was lying on top of me once more, and my hands once again sought her butt, squeezing the soft balls of flesh. And again, she pushed her pelvis back, raising her butt to try to steer my touch to her tender orifice.

This time I satisfied her desires. I moved my hand to the crack and allowed the middle finger of my left hand to slide between the cheeks and down the crevice, parting her anal cleft to reach the anus itself. Touching it with the very tip of my finger and short fingernail, I felt her squirm on top of me in delight as she raised her butt farther to urge my finger to enter here there, to fuck that tiny opening.

Once again, I did what she wanted.

Then I rolled us onto our sides and said, “Do mine too.”

She grinned and slipped her finger quickly down to part my cheeks and push her finger into my butthole to the first knuckle. I grunted in delight as she did this and began to push my finger in and out, keeping everything no deeper than my own first knuckle.

I now moved to put my face near her pussy, momentarily stopping the fucking of her ass with my fingertip, but returning to it when I was finally in place to lick and devour her pussy. I was now under her and staring at her soft flower.

She giggled as my own bare pussy hovered under her face. Then, she raised her face to join the lips of her mouth to the lips of my pussy. I dove into her moisture and began to lap and lick the area, concentrating on her tiny clit, which was now a small, hard bump beneath the fleshy folds of her labia. The tiny nugget of flesh seemed to be playing an erotic game of hide and seek. It hid in plain view while my tongue sought it to lick and rub it into the mounting climax.

“Oh, my God, Cheryl, that feels so good!” she said.

“I know exactly what you mean,” I answered.

I began to chew her outer labia the way I had seen Marie doing. I would chew the hairless mound before pulling my teeth back to lick, kiss, and suck the fleshy folds, only to start chewing again once I began to feel Jenna’s hips begin to hump against my mouth.

Jenna began to return the favor, chewing softly on the outer and inner labia before replacing her teeth with her tongue and lips. She was so good at what she was doing, I would have sworn it was Marie doing it instead of Jenna. She had learned well from my girlfriend.

I began to feel the hint of the orgasm that would soon pound into me like a runaway train. It was sliding up on me for a moment, then it was rushing to its completion.

I began to scream out my climax as it consumed me, causing my body to jerk, spasm, and hunch as wave after wave crashed into me. It felt as if my pussy had been connected to a live wire and the electricity was coursing through me.

Moments later, Jenna was coming too. Her body convulsed with the intense shocks and after-shocks of her orgasm. Grunts echoed in the room as she forced the sounds out of her lungs with each jolt from the climax.

When we had both finished coming, we returned to kissing each other, this time with tender gasps and sighs. We lay beside each other, pussies pressed into hips, and slowly humped ourselves to another orgasm, basically masturbating while using the hip and thigh of the other person.

Once we had come that way, we just lay with each other, spent and basking in our afterglow from coming.

“I love you, baby sister,” I said, giving her a tired, but satisfied, smile.

“I love you, too, big sister,” she said.

Then we closed our eyes and slept. I wasn’t aware of time until Mom came to get us out of bed.

“You two can’t stay in bed all day. There are things that we have to get done,” she said, rousing us from our sex-induced slumber.

********

Things were looking up by Friday. Of course, Kinsey was still dead, but the rest of our lives were returning to normal.

That day at school, I stayed back after the class had left Ms. Patterson’s English class. I had been thinking about it, and I had decided she was a very pretty, sexy woman. She had shoulder-length, dark blonde hair and a nice figure. She wasn’t too big in the boob department, which was fine because I don’t care much for large boobs, and her slender hips made me think of my Aunt Emmy.

Not only that, but she had inadvertently confessed to having messed around with girlfriends when she was our age. Well, confessed may be too strong a word, but because she had basically refused to answer my question about that, it had become fairly obvious what her answer was.

I knew her next class was her planning period, so I hung back to chat about what she’d caught Marie and me doing in the bathroom nearly a week ago.

She had gone outside into the hallway to “direct traffic” as she sometimes called it when she tried to get students to get to their classes, and didn’t know I had stayed. My next class was visual art, and I knew I could be late to that class and not worry as long as I had a note from a teacher.

When she walked back into her room, she saw me and gave a slight gasp of surprise. “Cheryl — I didn’t know you were still in here.”

“Yes ma’am. I wanted to talk to you because I have a lot of questions about stuff and thought you might could answer them.” The truth was I had no questions I didn’t know the answers to, at least on the topic I had chosen to discuss, but she didn’t know that.

“Well, I can do my best. What class do you have next, though? I don’t want you to miss something important.”

“I’m in visual art. I’m getting an A in there and can be late with a note. Ms. Brimley won’t mind. We’re just working on a project I’m almost finished with anyway.”

“Okay,” she said. I could see she was a bit flustered, and I thought that odd. She was a teacher, I was her student. Why would she be nervous with me?

I sat looking at her for a moment until she interrupted my thoughts to ask what questions I had.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. I was just sorta wondering something.”

“Okay…what?” I was definitely beating around the bush about this.

“Ms. Patterson? When I asked you that question the other day, you refused to answer it and I was wondering what the answer was.”

“What question, Cheryl?” But I could see she knew exactly which question I meant.

“You know, the one about if you were like Marie and me when you were younger.”

“There’s a good reason I didn’t answer you,” she said. “That’s a very personal question.”

“Well, I figured you know about Marie and me, and you didn’t seem all upset about what we were doing, so I just kinda wondered if you did stuff like that. If you did, I promise I won’t tell anyone. I just want to know what Marie and I did isn’t all that bad, that if you did it too, then I wouldn’t feel, you know, weird about my feelings.”

She looked at her room door, which was open. Then she stood up, went to it, and closed it. We were completely alone now.

“I don’t think I should tell you if I did that stuff or not,” she said. “You say you won’t tell, but that would give you something on me — if I did anything like that, of course.” She was blushing slightly.

“It’s actually kinda obvious you did,” I said.

“How do you figure that?” she asked, blushing fully now.

“Because if you hadn’t, you would have said you hadn’t. Instead, you said it’s not my business. You would have denied it if you didn’t, but you sort of side-stepped the question.”

“Why do you want to know about this — if it happened, that is?”

“Like I said, I don’t want to feel all weird about how I feel about Marie, and if you’ve done it too, I won’t feel weird about it so much,” I said. Of course I was lying, but I just wanted to get her to talk about it. “And I won’t tell anyone, I swear. I mean, if I did, you could tell about Marie and me. So you have something on me, too.”

She took a deep breath and let it out, then looked at me, sizing me up, I suppose, to see if I was telling the truth about saying nothing. Of course, I would never have said anything about it, except to Marie and Deanna, and they wouldn’t say anything. And oh, yes, my mom and Jenna would hear about it, too, but they certainly wouldn’t say anything either.

“If you tell anyone about this, I will deny it and say you are spreading lies because I caught you with Marie. Understood?”

“Totally,” I said, hanging on the edge of my seat.

“When I was about your age, I had a friend,” she began. “Her name was Kelsey. We did everything together, loved the same shows on TV, the same movies, the same songs. Then one night she and I got permission to camp out in her backyard. I won’t go into all the details, but the subject of masturbation came up, as it often will in those situations where two adolescents feel as if they’re totally alone with each other and want to… explore certain topics. Kelsey wanted to know if I’d ever tried it. We did the ‘I’ll tell if you tell’ thing, but finally I admitted I had tried it before. Well, that was obviously the start of working around to actually doing that with each other that night, so we did. When I caught Marie and you together and realized what you’d been doing, I remembered Kelsey and how terrible it would have been if we were caught like that, especially if word got out we liked to masturbate together. I couldn’t ignore it, but I wanted to do my best to keep you out of trouble.”

“So, that’s all you did together?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said, blushing.

“Did you… like it?” I asked, hoping this conversation wouldn’t end here.

She actually smiled. “What do you think?”

I smiled too. Then, I went for broke.

“Can I tell you something about Marie and me?” I asked her.

“Only if you want to.”

“We do more than that together.” I had thought about it, and realized there was nothing she could do to get us into trouble about that. I could tell her in detail exactly what we did with and to each other because it hadn’t happened at school, and the worst she would do is tell our mothers. And what good would that do?

She swallowed… hard. “What do you mean by that?”

“We’re lovers. We do everything in bed together.” I paused before repeating, “Everything.” I licked my lips.

Ms. Patterson turned a bright red. She had certainly not expected this.

“Do you understand what ‘everything’ means?” She was now breathing quite heavily.

“Oh, yes,” I said.

My own pussy was creaming like mad.

“Why are you telling me this?” she asked. She was perspiring now, and I could see from her eyes that this was turning her on, as I suspected it might. It was bringing back memories of her and her friend Kelsey, and their unfulfilled relationship. Of course, I was taking her at her word on that. Perhaps she had done much more as well, but she wasn’t willing to tell me that much.

“Because I want to,” I said. “I want you to know what we do together.” I got up and asked for a pass to visual art. She filled it out with a shaky hand and gave it to me. I went to the door and, before opening it, turned back to her.

“And I am hoping you think about us later when you’re at home… alone.” Then I looked directly into her eyes and said, “Do you think I have time to stop off at the bathroom? Marie won’t be there, but I still have something to take care of.”

“Sure,” she said. “If there are any problems with Ms. Brimley, just have her speak to me after school.”

“It won’t take me long,” I said and smiled at her before leaving the room. I had left absolutely no doubt as to what I planned to do in the girls’ bathroom, though what happened certainly wasn’t in my plans.

After locking the stall door, I pulled my panties down to my ankles so I could spread my knees to get the best access to my pussy. I immediately began massaging my clit, which was slick with my juices. About a minute into my self-loving, I heard the door to the hallway open. I stopped for a moment, knowing that my fingers would make wet sounds on my pussy if I kept going.

Suddenly, whoever it was tried to open my stall, pulling on the locked door.

“Occupied,” I said politely.

“I know,” came the reply. It was Ms. Patterson.

Holy fuck! She had followed me into the bathroom, knowing what I planned to do.

“Ms. Patterson?” I had not figured on this happening. Why was she here? Certainly, she wasn’t here to bust me for masturbating. She had pretty well agreed to allow me this time when she’d said to have Ms. Brimley contact her if there was a problem.

Then I knew. Of course. I had gotten her horny. I knew that. Now, she wanted me to do with her what I had done with Marie just last week. Maybe even more.

“Open the door,” she said, her lust obvious in her voice.

I pushed the latch and she entered, latching the door again. I was sitting there, my knees spread apart, my bald pussy on full display.

I looked up at Ms. Patterson. She was licking her lips and staring at my lap.

“I lied.” she said. “Kelsey and I did a lot more than masturbate together.”

I filed that away in my mind for later consideration, or ‘Reaction Time’ as Marie put it so well. Right then, however, I needed to deal with this. “What if someone comes in?” I asked.

“I locked the door to the hall,” she said. Then she raised her skirt, a flowing, soft cotton skirt that went above her hips easily. She wore no panties. “I took them off before coming down here,” she explained.

Her hands reached down to her own pussy, and she knelt on the floor in front of me. Leaning in, she placed her mouth on my pussy, and I began to soar.

I couldn’t believe it! My English teacher was licking my pussy while masturbating! She had busted Marie and me just last week for doing this same thing. No, not the same. Less, actually.

After she made me come, I watched as she finished herself off. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders and I decided to reach out and knead her boobs while she worked herself to orgasm. I could feel a thin bra beneath the dress, but because the material was thin, I could also feel her nipples sticking out and pressing themselves into my palm.

My mouth watered for her titties, but that would have to wait.

When she came, I watched as she writhed. She had obviously been even more turned on than I had thought she was.

Then she pushed my top up, along with my bra, and started sucking my nipples. I could feel them swelling in her mouth. I took the opportunity to reach down the front of her loose-fitting dress to slip my hands inside her bra to pinch her nipples.

Suddenly, she stood up and started putting herself together. Then she began to cry. I was shocked at this.

“I’m sorry, Cheryl. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m so ashamed.”

“It’s okay. I knew what I was doing. I loved it!” I said, as I stood to hug my teacher. “I mean, I practically threw myself at you.”

She hugged me back and sniffled. “I suppose you’re right,” she said and smiled, blushing again.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” she confessed. “I’ve been with a few girls much younger than I before, and I’ve watched movies with your mom in them for years, since I was in college. I would watch them and fantasize about meeting her. Then I end up not only meeting her, but I get a job teaching in the school her daughter attends, where I actually get to teach that daughter and fantasize about her every day. Oh, my, you are so sexy. You seem to sweat eroticism from every pore of your body. I must have come six times the night after I caught you two in here.”

I blushed at her compliments and confession. I’d never had an adult, well, gush over me like that in a sexual way. The adoration made me feel as if I were the porn star.

Then it hit me. She’d said she’d ‘been with a few girls much younger’ than she was before. I would have to get the story on her earlier adventures. I wondered if they were former students, or if she had a younger sister or two.

Looking down, I realized my panties were still around my ankles. Before pulling them up, though, I reached up and pulled the top of Ms. Patterson’s dress down off her shoulders, exposing her bra. Then I pushed the bra up and gasped.

Her chocolate brown nipples poked out about a half inch from her boobs like two pencil points.

Leaning into her, I began to suckle her like a baby. I loved the feel of that nipple in my mouth. Then stepping back, I looked at Ms. Patterson and said, “Can’t ignore the other one.” So I embraced the other nipple with my lips and sucked on it for a minute.

After that, I figured we shouldn’t press our luck, so I pulled my panties up while she once again pulled herself together to leave the bathroom.

As we did, I stopped Ms. Patterson at the door before she opened it. Standing on my tiptoes because she was about six inches taller than me, I pulled her face to mine and kissed her.

“Thank you, Ms. Patterson!” I said. “Can we do this again? Maybe you could come over to my house and really meet my mom. I’m sure she would love to have you.” I made sure to emphasize those words to get my full meaning across to my young, sexy English teacher. She got the message and returned the grin I gave her.

“Well, sweetie, first I think when we’re alone, you can call me Danni. As for meeting your mom and maybe doing more, I would love to if she’s interested.”

I just nodded, thinking she could be told when the time was right.

“Okay, I’ll talk to Mom about when you can come over.” Again, I emphasized the sexual innuendo.

“I’d like that,” Danni said, smiling.

We kissed once more to seal the deal.

I couldn’t wait to tell Deanna and Marie about this. They were going to die with envy. And I especially couldn’t wait to tell Mom. She had always thought my teacher was really sexy.

I had to wonder, though, what Ms. Patterson, or Danni, would think about my family’s lifestyle.

Continue on to Chapter 35

Comforting My Little Girl

  • Posted on June 26, 2016 at 1:01 pm

By Naughty Mommy

 

As a teenager, I definitely wasn’t what anyone would have called a sensual or maybe even an attractive person.

Oh, my face was pretty enough (or so I was told), and I had a good figure, but I was terribly shy and withdrawn. I never spoke to boys unless I needed to, and I had only one or two close female friends.

My sex life was non-existent, and that included masturbation. I never even considered touching myself like that.

But it all changed for me at age 19, after I gave birth to my daughter, Andrea. Amazingly enough, when I felt that baby girl’s lips and tongue tugging at my nipples, it was then that I began to experience true sexual arousal.

I’d become pregnant early in my senior year of high school. My parents would not even discuss letting me have an abortion, and I certainly would not agree to marry the boy who got me that way — on my first and last date — and so I had the child out of wedlock.

But I have never minded being a single mother, and I have never had any reason to regret giving birth to my darling little girl. When I felt her sucking on my breasts and I saw the look of happiness and contentment on her sweet face, it gave me a thrill beyond imagining.

And, as the months went by, my pleasure in breast-feeding her grew from satisfaction into near-delirium.

The first time I masturbated was when Andrea was about four months old. I’d been feeling more and more sexual excitement every day when I nursed her…

…and on that evening, as I lay naked in my bed with my baby sucking on my nipples, for some reason I just had to put my free hand between my legs and stroke myself. I came within minutes — my very first orgasm — and after that I began masturbating nearly every time I fed her.

Is it any surprise, then, that I continued to breast-feed my daughter until she was five years old? I loved it, and she seemed to love it, and I could not bring myself to stop.

Eventually, of course, she started going to school, and I reluctantly had to quit giving her my nipple several times a day. But even then, for the next four years I would occasionally — and secretly — allow her to have what she wanted, and what I craved.

It usually happened late at night. Once or twice a week, after I’d put her to bed, I would discover Andrea slipping through my bedroom door and crawling under the covers and snuggling into my arms.

It would never take long then for her little fingers to open my nightie and find my hard nipples, and, as I felt her lips and tongue tasting me, teasing me, arousing me, and as I stroked her fragrant hair and kissed the top of her head and softly breathed her name, I would feel that familiar warmth and wetness stirring between my legs… and so I would slide my hand downward to caress myself and soon would experience another achingly wonderful orgasm as my child suckled at my breast.

If she had any idea of what was actually taking place, she never said, and she never asked about it. She just gave me what I needed, and I loved her for it.

The number of times that this occurred gradually began to taper off as my daughter grew older, until it was only once every few weeks, then every few months, and at last, around the time that Andrea turned nine years old and was in third grade, her visits ended altogether.

I knew it had to happen sometime. But still, it left me feeling terribly sad and lonely.

For the next couple of years, I consoled myself by masturbating even more often than before, and I looked online to find sexy lesbian pictures and videos of girls sucking on women’s breasts, and I imagined that it was me in those images, together with my daughter, and that as she licked and sucked and nibbled on my erect nipples, I fucked myself with my fingers until I climaxed.

It felt very nice, but of course it wasn’t the same thing. Not even close.

But what was I to expect? Did I really believe that an adolescent girl, approaching puberty, would want to suckle her mother’s breasts like a little baby? No, I certainly knew better than that, but it didn’t ease the pain of longing for her.

Then something happened.

My daughter was now 11 years old and, like I had been, she was very pretty but also quite shy. She had few close friends and rarely was invited to parties or outings. So, it was a big deal for her when she was asked, for the first time, to join some other girls for a sleepover on a Saturday night.

Andrea could hardly contain her excitement. And thus it felt doubly cruel when the phone rang that night at about 10:30 and I heard her voice crying on the other end, begging me to come pick her up and bring her home.

In the car on the way back, she was sobbing so hard that I couldn’t get any real explanation of what had happened. The mother of the girl who’d invited my daughter also said she had no idea what had made her so upset.

As we got home and I walked her up the stairs, we went straight into my bedroom without even thinking about it. I took off her coat — she was wearing only a long cotton nightie underneath it — and her sneakers, and led her to the bed.

Reclining on the pillows, I held my daughter to my chest, rubbing her back, kissing her, and soothing her. When I finally was able to hear what she was saying, it was something about one of the girls teasing her and being mean to her, and none of the others sticking up for her, not even the ones she thought were her friends.

“Mommy, I don’t want to go out like that any more,” she wailed, her tears soaking into my shirt. “I only want to stay with you, always!”

“There, there, darling, it’s all right. You can stay with me as long as you like, even forever. Okay?”

“Okay,” she snuffled.

I grabbed a kleenex from beside the bed and wiped her nose. Then I said, “Look, you got my t-shirt all wet, you funny little girl.”

She giggled at that, and I took the opportunity to sit up and pull off my shirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra. She stared at my breasts.

On impulse, I said, “Come on, baby, let’s get in bed and cuddle, okay?” She smiled and nodded.

I helped her to her feet and then turned back the covers. I’d already taken off my shoes and had only to unzip my jeans and wriggle out of them, tugging my panties off at the same time. Andrea pulled her nightie off over her head, dropped her little panties on the floor, and jumped into my bed. I climbed in after her and we nestled together.

My daughter’s skin was soft and smooth. But her body had changed during the past few years. She was taller now, only a few inches shorter than me, and her baby fat was gone. Although she did have just the bare beginnings of breasts, her hips were still narrow and consequently she was kind of gangly, not the cuddly little girl who used to fit so easily into my arms.

It took a minute or two for us to shift around and find a position that felt comfortable. She was on her side, with one of her long coltish legs laying over the top of my thighs. I was on my back, an arm around her shoulders. Her head was resting on my chest, and one of her arms hugged my waist.

We lay that way for a while, breathing easily, warm and secure and content. Finally I kissed the top of her head, and whispered, “Feeling better now?”

“Yeah…” she murmured, so softly that I thought she might be almost asleep.

But then, almost imperceptibly, my daughter’s hand began creeping up from my waist, in the direction of my breasts. When she reached the underside of one breast, she stopped for a moment, then slid her hand across my chest toward the other side, and pressed her wrist gently upward against the other breast.

I hadn’t expected to suddenly start feeling so aroused. Or perhaps I really had expected this — and wanted it — subconsciously. But in any case, my heart was beating harder and my breath was coming faster as I felt her hand slowly move up between my breasts, and I felt her fingers parting, reaching across the top of one breast, and then her little finger just grazing my nipple, which was already stiff, and with that touch I gasped, “Oh, Andrea!!”

In reply, my daughter let her hand slip down a little until it covered my breast. She fondled it, gently squeezing, letting my erect nipple play between her fingers. Her touch felt like heaven.

“Oh my baby,” I whispered, taking her head in my hands and lowering her face to my breast. As I felt her lips closing over my nipple, her warm mouth on me once again, her tongue teasing me, I knew I would never ever want to give this up again!!

“Oh YES baby, suck on Mommy’s nipple!! That’s my good girl!”

She suckled on one side for a few minutes, all the while caressing my other breast with her hand, and then moved to the other one. She went back and forth, first one and then the other, for a long time, and I became intensely aroused.

I wanted to touch myself — I badly needed to come — but Andrea was laying almost on top of me, and she was bigger now than before, and it would be much harder for me to reach down to my pussy without letting her know what I was doing. And since she was very likely old enough by now to have at least some idea of what masturbation was, I wasn’t sure what I should do… and so I just held her close, rubbing the soft warm skin of her back, stroking her hair, cooing to her, as she nursed at my nipples.

Finally, Andrea seemed satisfied with suckling, and, with a deep sigh, lifted her face from my breast. Although it was mostly dark in the room, I’d left a small lamp on, and there was plenty of light for her to see my body and for me to see what she was doing.

She was quiet for a moment, before looking up into my eyes and smiling. I returned her smile, forming my lips into a kiss. Then she looked back down at the erect nipple she had just released from her mouth. It was long and wet, glistening in the lamplight. She extended her tongue, licking just the tip of it.

I shivered with pleasure.

My daughter licked my nipple again the same way. I shuddered once more, and she giggled. She glanced up at me, a mischievous look on her face, and began teasing me, flicking the tip of her tongue over my hard nipple, enjoying the response she got.

Involuntarily I arched my back, raising my breasts toward her.

She shifted to the other nipple, but this time licked it more slowly, all around the sides and the top, wetting it thoroughly, and then pinched it between her fingers before flicking her tongue over it again and again.

I was panting hard. My hands were twisting the bed sheets in a tight grip. I could feel how wet my pussy was, and I briefly wondered if she could smell my arousal.

Just when I thought I wouldn’t be able to stand it any longer without touching myself, Andrea slid gently off of me. She reclined, propped up on one elbow next to me, took a deep breath and then let it all out in a long sigh. “Okay, so, should I go back to my bed now?”

“No! No, it’s — I mean, you can if you want to, but it’s so nice having you here.” I turned onto my side to look at her. “We can… um, just sleep together tonight if you want. Would you like that?”

She looked at me and nodded slowly, smiling. “Yeah.” Then she laid her head on the pillow.

“Okay,” I whispered. I watched her for a few moments longer as she closed her eyes and breathed softly. She was so pretty. A perfect little face. I loved her intensely.

I turned over the other way so I could switch off the lamp, and then lay next to her on my back in the dark, feeling warm and happy.

It was very late, but I certainly wasn’t ready to go to sleep. My nipples still throbbed with the delicious sensation of having been sucked and teased. My pussy was dripping and needed to be touched.

After perhaps fifteen long minutes of waiting, I decided that my daughter must surely be fast asleep… and so I allowed myself to slowly spread my legs apart and quietly slide my hand down to caress my swollen lips, to ease into the damp crevice, to find the opening to my vagina, to press a finger inside where it was hot and wet.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensual feelings. I pinched my nipples with one hand, while with the other I fucked myself with my middle finger and teased my clit with my thumb.

I knew it would take me almost no time to come — but I had to be careful. I didn’t want to wake Andrea. I couldn’t let her find out what I was doing.

It was not easy to do, but as my orgasm approached I kept telling myself to stay quiet, to keep it inside as much as possible. I was breathing hard, though — I couldn’t help that — and I couldn’t keep my legs from twitching sometimes as I masturbated. As the sexy sensations grew, and I felt my climax drawing near, it was almost impossible to focus on being silent and still.

But I believed that I was succeeding. I expected to give myself a much-needed orgasm, and after that, turn on my side and fall asleep.

Then, just as I began to come, I felt my daughter’s hand on my breast. She covered the breast with her warm hand, took the erect nipple between her fingers and thumb, and squeezed it. That made me come faster and harder!

It was impossible now for me to stay quiet, especially after the long build-up and all the effort I’d made at restraining myself — when I let go, I climaxed vigorously, thrusting two fingers deep inside my wet cunt and crying out in pleasure as my juices flowed.

Andrea put her mouth over my nipple and sucked. That made me come a second time, an even more powerful climax that began just as the first one began to recede.

“Oh! God! Fuck!! Yes!!!”

I don’t know how many times I came. Maybe it was just one long extended orgasm. It seemed as if it lasted forever, and it was heavenly.

To have my beautiful sweet daughter suckling me as I rubbed my clit and pressed my fingers inside my pussy was all I’d ever wanted. It meant everything to me. Knowing that her lips and tongue were stimulating my erect nipple while I masturbated was what kept me coming over and over again.

At last, it ended. I lifted my fingers away from my cunt and took my little girl’s head in my hands, gently pulling her from my breast. “Oh, baby, my baby,” I whispered, as I clutched her to me.

She shifted slightly, moving closer, laying her leg over mine. Her head was beneath my chin, one arm around my neck, the other across my chest, her hand resting on my other breast. We breathed slowly together, nestling warmly.

“Baby, I, I don’t know what to say… I… I mean, I… I didn’t mean to —”

“I wanted you to do that,” whispered Andrea.

“What — what do you mean?”

“I wanted you to, um, you know, do that. What you used to do when I was little.”

“You mean… masturbate?”

“I guess… is that what that is?”

That made me chuckle. She was still such an innocent child. “Yes, darling, that’s what that is. Mommy was masturbating. I’m glad you… I mean, I’m glad it didn’t upset you.”

Andrea snuggled closer to me. “Uh-uh. I like it. It’s how we always used to be, so close and nice and warm. I want you always to do that.”

I wrapped my arms all the way around her and hugged her tightly. “I’m so happy to hear you say that.” Then, lifting her chin, I gave my daughter a quick kiss on the lips. “Right now, though, it’s really really late. Let’s get to sleep, okay, sweetie?”

“Okay, Mommy.” But she hesitated, then asked in a tiny voice, “Can I stay here with you?”

“Of course you can, little girl. You can sleep in my bed any time you like.”

“Okay.” Andrea kissed me quickly once on the lips, then turned over to her other side, facing away from me, but making sure to tuck her little bottom warmly against my hip.

I smiled to myself, looking at her in the dark. Cupping my breast in my hand, I could feel the nipple still throbbing from my child’s eager suckling of it. I sighed deeply with great satisfaction, then turned toward her, laying on my side, and held her in my arms. We spooned that way all night, a loving naked mother and daughter, and slept soundly.

When morning came, our positions were reversed. Andrea was behind me, one arm hugging my waist. As I gradually awakened, I had to convince myself that what had happened was not a beautiful dream, but something that had actually taken place.

I’d taken my daughter into my bed, both of us nude, had encouraged her to suckle, and then I’d masturbated, climaxing several times, and then we’d talked about it.

It was real. Not just a dream. Clearly, a new chapter had opened for us.

A Journey to My Sister

  • Posted on June 24, 2016 at 10:51 am

By JetBoy

I can still remember when I saw her, really saw her for the first time — because that was the moment that would ultimately change everything between me and my sister.

Carly was the younger sibling who I’d never paid much attention to, at least, no more than big sisters usually do. Oh, I tolerated her, but being five years younger, she might as well have come from a different generation. To me she was just an awkward kid who always had her nose buried in a book, while I was a typically self-obsessed teen, immersed in dating, fashion and high school society. We got along decently, but Carly wasn’t a huge part of my life until I came home from abroad at the age of nineteen, after studying literature in France for a year.

This story I’m going to tell you took place on my first return to the States, a few weeks after Carly’s fourteenth birthday. My parents had rented a huge vacation home at the beach, and invited my aunts, uncles and cousins to join us for a big family get-together. My plane had just made it in the night before the festivities got underway, and I was so wiped out by the time Dad got me there from the airport that I only had the strength to mumble a perfunctory greeting to my relations, then stumble upstairs to an unfamiliar bed.

I was the last to awaken the next morning, and by then nearly everyone had already eaten breakfast, changed into their swimsuits and were headed down to the beach. Carly, however, was still getting ready.

I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth, and there was my baby sister, fresh from the shower and toweling her bare body. The gawky adolescent that I remembered had been magically transformed into a golden nymph of breathtaking beauty.

She looked better than any girl I’d ever seen naked… and by then, I’d seen a few.

After several years of wondering, I’d finally admitted to myself not long after beginning my studies in Paris that I was a lesbian. During my stay, I enjoyed a couple of very hot flings with cute French girls, one of them not much older than Carly.

I stood there, rooted to the spot, taking in the sight of her. My heart throbbed as I studied her perky breasts and the sparse triangle of down between her legs. She had an incredible little ass, too. Then with a glance in the mirror, Carly noticed me staring.

Panicking, I blurted, “Oh, sorry!” before beating a hasty retreat.

The next thing I knew, I was sprawled out on the bed in my locked room, pajama bottoms bunched around one foot as I masturbated. When I exploded in a frenzied climax after about sixty seconds of finger play, I was actually whispering her name, which only inflamed me all the more. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d come so hard, even with a lover.

Afterward I felt guilty, getting aroused like that by my little sister — a girl who wasn’t even old enough to drive, for God’s sake. How fucked up was that?

Then I found myself wondering if thinking that way about Carly was really such a bad thing. I knew that incest was supposed to be wrong, but couldn’t figure out why — other than because everyone says it is. Still, that luscious glimpse I’d gotten of her continued to prey on my mind, and I couldn’t stop thinking about my sister in a way I knew I shouldn’t.

Somehow, I managed to convince myself that fooling around with Carly wouldn’t be so terrible. After all, I did love her, and she’d be a lot better off learning about sex from me than with some dorky boy. Most of all, I was eager to experience girl/girl sex again. Getting intimate with Carly just seemed like an amazingly hot idea, forbidden or not. The more I thought about it, the more intrigued I became.

Of course, I knew it was just a fantasy — and a stupid fantasy at that. How in hell does a girl make a move on her own sister?

Finally telling my dirty mind to shut the hell up, I took a quick shower, got into my bathing suit and went down to join the others at the beach.

I never actually made it into the ocean, mind you — instead, I spent most of the day on a deck chair, sunglasses on so I could watch Carly without being noticed. She wore a tiny two-piece swimsuit that showed off her body to amazing effect, and the sight of her proved so enticing that I couldn’t maintain a coherent conversation with anyone. Luckily, I was able to blame my spaced-out demeanor on jet lag from the transatlantic flight.

As the sun slowly drifted from east to west, my desire for Carly only grew more acute. I longed to go back inside and masturbate again, but couldn’t tear myself away.

Not good, kiddo, I told myself. Not good at all. How the hell could I get the hots for my own sister at a family reunion? The whole situation was absurd, like some badly-written porno movie that nobody would believe for an instant.

After a full day of sun and surf, we began to gather up our stuff and trudge back up to the house. The parents had made a reservation for the whole family at some Chinese restaurant that was supposed to be incredible, so everyone had to get cleaned up and dressed. I was one of the last to leave the beach, lost in my thoughts about Carly, and when I finally made it indoors Mom informed me that the hot water was running out, and I’d best get a move on and take a shower unless I wanted to freeze my buns off.

I quickly ran to the bathroom to claim my place, but was too late — someone had beaten me there. Rapping sharply on the door, I called out, “Hey, don’t use up all the hot water, okay?”

When Carly opened the door and peeped out, giving me a glimpse of her bare shoulder, my heart started beating like a jackhammer.

“Hey, Allie — c’mon in!” she grinned. “We can share what’s left.”

I couldn’t believe my luck — I was going to get to see my sister naked again, only this time, I’d get a really good look. Even better, I’d get a chance to let her see all of me. Trying not to seem too eager, I slipped into the steamy bathroom.

Carly had already taken her suit off and was wrapped in a towel. I started to take off my top when she dropped that towel maybe three inches from my face, leaving her completely bare. “Hurry up!” she giggled. “You can wash my back.”

Digesting that lovely thought, I watched Carly’s pert ass jiggle as she entered the large shower stall, then quickly shucked my swimsuit and joined her.

As she lathered her hair, I took the opportunity to feast my eyes on that flawless body, gleaming beneath the flowing water. Unable to resist, I began to discreetly caress my pussy. It was a risky move, but hours of growing desire had made me positively desperate for release. In fact, I was wondering if there was some way I could linger behind afterward, so I could get myself off in private before we left for dinner.

Suddenly realizing that Carly was nearly done rinsing out the shampoo, I quickly assumed a nonchalant air. Nope — nobody perving on her underage sister here, no way…

“Okay,” she said, turning to face me. “It’s all yours.”

We switched places, and I lathered and rinsed my own hair. As I was doing so, I sneaked a quick peek at Carly, thrilled beyond words to see her staring at my own nakedness. I finished washing, and as I stepped from under the water she quickly looked away, just as I’d done earlier. My head was spinning!

Suspecting that Carly was at least a little turned on, I summoned up my courage. Looking her up and down, I said, “Wow, you sure have grown up, sis. I can’t believe you got so sexy in one year!”

“Not really,” she giggled, blushing and averting her eyes.

“Yes, really,” I shot back. “Girl, you’re gonna have the boys stepping all over each other to get close to you.”

“Like I care!” she snorted, rolling her eyes derisively. “Jeez, the guys at school… nothing but jocks, stoners and nimrods.” Then she shrugged. “I’m not that special, anyhow.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “You’re nuts, Carly — I mean, if you could see what I see…” Gesturing at her breasts, I continue. “Look at those tits, they’re perfect!”

She lifted a single eyebrow, “You think so?”

I know so,” I replied, then decided to go for broke. Steeling myself, I made the bravest play of my life.

“Um, Carly?” I asked her, the words suddenly awkward in my mouth. “Can — can I maybe see what they feel like?” I tried my best to make it seem like idle curiosity, but something told me that she wasn’t fooled.

I braced myself for rejection — but instead, her eyes wide, my baby sister slowly nodded.

I could feel my legs tremble as I reached out with both hands to caress Carly’s breasts. Her lips parted slightly when I cupped them, feeling her nipples stiffen to the touch.

“Mmmmm… that feels really nice, Allie,” she whispered. “Don’t stop.”

Every inch of me was throbbing with excitement, my heart going a mile a minute. Then I felt Carly’s hand lightly touch my belly, stroking it. When I made no move to stop her, she grew bolder, her questing fingers slowly gliding downward.

I gazed into Carly’s eyes, saw the need in them as her hand slipped between my thighs. I couldn’t believe it — my sister wanted this!

Her fingers gently grazed my moist labia. I drew nearer, my hands sliding around her waist, moving to cup her bottom.

Slowly, timidly, we drew together in an embrace, and I pressed my naked body into hers. She moaned softly, her warm lips touching my neck in the gentlest of kisses.

By then, my hand had found its way to Carly’s lightly-downed vulva — and just as I was about to take the final leap into madness and slide a finger into her pussy — someone pounded loudly on the door.

“Don’t get all shriveled up in there!” a male voice bellowed on the other side, and we quickly broke apart.

I gritted my teeth, furious. It was our cousin Glen, a totally immature dipshit who lived to be annoying.

“Piss off, Glen!” I snarled. I swear I could hear him snicker as he walked away.

The interruption had brought us back to reality and then some. Without a word I turned off the shower and we silently dried ourselves, got presentable and hurried out of the bathroom. I was too embarrassed to say anything, but Carly stopped me before we parted to go our separate ways.

“Come to my room later tonight,” she murmured, eyes dancing with excitement.

Oh, God, I thought I might have an orgasm, right there and then! She turned toward her door with a knowing smile, and I nearly bashed my head on the frame as I stumbled into my own room.

I’ll spare you the details about how excited I was. Suffice to say that the next eight or so hours were the longest and slowest of my life. At dinner Carly’s eyes and mine met often, and the anticipation written on her face clearly mirrored what I was feeling. It seemed too crazy to be real, but soon I would be making love to my fourteen-year-old sister!

*****

Midnight. The coast was clear. My only concern had been that little creep Glen, and the possibility that he might ruin everything with one of his practical jokes. So after we got back from the restaurant, I cornered Glen and let him know that if he did anything else to aggravate me or Carly, I’d tell everyone about the time I caught him filching a pair of my used panties from the clothes hamper. His dad — my Uncle Ray — is an ex-Marine, and has one hell of a temper when riled. Glen was scared shitless of him. Needless to say, my cousin swore up and down that he’d behave himself.

I crept silently into the hallway, naked beneath a thin bathrobe, heart throbbing wildly at the thought of the pleasures awaiting me. Finding Carly’s door, I eased it open and slipped inside without knocking.

The room was in partial darkness, just light enough for me to see Carly in bed, her body concealed by a white sheet. Awed, I looked down at her beautiful face, then sat beside my sister, biting my lip as a fresh swell of desire washed over me.

“Hey, sis,” she grinned, blushing a bit.

“Hey,” I replied, flashing a shaky smile. “Got room in that bed for two?”

“Absolutely,” she said, pulling the sheet to one side, exposing her naked body.

My heart skipped in mid-beat as I studied her. I gazed adoringly at the swell of her breasts, the nipples so dark and enticing. Then I took in her lower half, admiring the sparse thatch of golden pubes that framed her sex.

“You’re beautiful, Carly.” I managed to whisper while untying the belt of my robe.

“Do you really think so?” she asked, bashfully glancing down at her nakedness.

“Oh yeah,” I nodded as I cast my bathrobe to one side and stood nude before my sister, skin tingling as I felt her adoring gaze.

“Jeez, Allie… I’m just a kid compared to you,” she whispered, taking in all of me. “But you, you’re perfect.”

“Do you really think so?” I teased, blushing as I found myself arching my back to push my firm, round breasts higher, my nipples aching to be touched.

“Just hope I’m sexy as you are when I get older,” she told me, eyes on my now moist vulva.

I placed one foot on the bed, opening my thighs, trembling as I displayed my womanhood to her, letting her see my sex bloom before the caress of her hungry eyes. I moved onto the bed and Carly’s gaze rose to my breasts, her lips parted slightly.

“We don’t need this, babe,” I told her, pushing the sheet onto the floor. “Let’s keep each other warm.”

My fingers brushed their way up her leg, marveling at its smoothness. Does she shave yet? I wondered. My hand moved even higher and still she stared at me, at my breasts and stiffened nipples, my flushed chest, neck and face.

“Have you done this before?” I asked, my fingers gliding up her slender thigh.

“Yeah,” she replied. “I… I think I’ve always liked girls. You ‘member my friend Suzy?”

I searched for her face, located a memory. “Wasn’t she the science nerd with the braids?” Carly nodded. “Oh, wow. You guys are girlfriends?”

“We were,” said Carly. “She’s a lot cuter with her glasses off, by the way.”

I was stroking her tummy, the tips of my fingers tantalizingly close to her sex. “Did you guys do everything?”

“Almost. She chickened out when I wanted to lick her. After that, Suzy wouldn’t do stuff with me. She was all scared of being a lesbo.” Carly made a face. “That’s just what she said, too. ‘I don’t wanna be a lesbo’. God, what a drip.” She grinned. “Good kisser. though.”

“Well, little sister,” I purred, trailing a finger between her titties and up to her lips, “you just forget all about that silly Suzie. I’ll make you feel better than she ever did.”

She smiled, pausing to moisten her lips. I imagined that tongue sampling my nectar and trembled with the mounting of arousal deep in the core of me. I was a flower, ready to pollinate.

Heart racing, I lowered my mouth to hers. Carly’s warm breath flowed across my face, then our lips were together, hers soft and trembling beneath my own. I held her close so my tongue could circle her mouth, then enter.

Our tongues met and sent ripples of pleasure wafting through our entwined bodies. I knew mine by the heat blossoming beneath my belly. I knew hers from her long moan that she gave, from the squirming of her slender hips.

My hand slid across my sister’s hip, then along the slight rise of her belly. I let it glide upward as our tongues played tag, then gently traced the swell of her breasts with my fingertips.

She moaned into our kiss, her back arching as I moved the palm of my hand in a circular motion over a nipple, teasing it to stiffness. I listened to my sister whimper as my finger and thumb squeezed a nipple, then its twin.

Perhaps it was the eternal bond between sisters, but somehow I knew her well as I knew myself — watching her face glow as mine would, seeing her hips move in a familiar way. She licked her lips again, this time gazing longingly at my breasts.

“Go ahead,” I breathed, anticipating her need.

Carly’s trembling hands extended toward me, and I purred as her warm fingers explored the curve of my breasts, then gasped with delight when she pinched a nipple.

The orgasm caught me completely by surprise. Pleasure flooded me and I quivered in amazed ecstasy, her slave for the moment it took to make me climax.

“Are you okay?” I heard my sister ask me through a warm, gauzy haze — her voice so like mine, yet with an innocent quality that seemed so wonderfully childlike.

I blinked my eyes open and smiled up at her, reaching up to run my fingers through her hair. “God, Carly,” I murmured, “you made me come!”

Wanting to return the favor, I moved to cup her budding breasts, exploring their softness with both hands. I watched her mouth fall open, heard her sigh happily.

I rolled Carly onto her back, lowering my mouth to a pert nipple. The catch of her breath thrilled me as I teased the tip of my sister’s breast with an eager tongue, briefly drawing it between my lips to suckle.

Too inflamed with lust to linger there for long, I kissed and nuzzled a path down Carly’s body, moving between her breasts and over the belly to the cute indentation of her navel. She gasped in surprise as I probed it with my tongue.

“Do you know what I’m going to do now?” I asked, lifting my mouth from her soft tummy. She nodded, propping herself up on both elbows, eyes huge as she watched me.

I spread her legs to lie between them, licking my lips as I studied her moist slit, framed by a triangle of soft down. I inhaled deeply, breathing in the intoxicating scent of a young girl’s longing.

My mouth pressed to her sex, opening her, letting my tongue enter. She shivered almost violently, a soft cry escaping. My hands slid down to cup Carly’s ass, lifting her into my mouth. I explored inside for a moment, probing deep as I was able, then began to bathe her sex with long, lustful licks. I flicked her clit with the tip of the tongue, then sucked it between my lips.

Carly cried out and stiffened, and I opened my mouth to receive her sweet essence, drinking from my sister’s flower as she came for me. I felt her honey, warm and thick, coating my lips and chin. I sucked frantically, in love with the taste of her. Musky, sharp, exactly what I thirsted for. Her fingernails bit into my shoulder, but I continued to lick at the hot, rosy flesh until Carly came once more.

We lay side by side, no sound heard but for our breathing, Carly’s body so slight and delicate next to mine. And as the glow of her climax ebbed, my hand began to roam again, moving to trace her elegant arms, then gliding between those delicately chiseled little breasts.

She moved slightly and licked her lips, her thighs scissoring together. I could gauge her growing arousal by the measure of my own, somehow mirrored in Carly’s eyes — knowing that she already craved more.

I kissed my sister gently, letting her tongue slide timidly into my mouth to taste herself. My hand slid down to cup her pubis, stroking the moist opening with a lazy finger.

“I wanna do that to you,” she breathed, nuzzling my lips, my cheek, the tip of my nose.

Giving her permission with a brief kiss, I lay back and parted my legs. Stroking her face with one hand, I used two fingers of the other to open my cunt, thrilled by Carly’s rapt expression as I lewdly exposed myself to her.

I could read the excitement in my sister’s eyes — and it only drove my lust higher, seeing how much she wanted me. I offered Carly a finger, glistening with my essence. Her gaze never left mine as she took it into her warm mouth, and I sobbed as she slowly circled the tip with her tongue. God, I was dripping for her!

Releasing my hand, baby sister glanced down at my sex, a pleased smile on her pretty face as she studied me. Then Carly’s eyes met mine once more, and she slowly lowered herself between my parted thighs, lips parting to taste…

“Oh,” I moaned, a sharp escape of breath as her tongue barely grazed the opening to my cunt, teasing me. I could barely resist an sudden impulse to grasp my sister’s head with both hands and grind her face into my inflamed pussy. My last lover in Paris, a hair stylist named Simone, loved that sort of rough sexual play.

Somehow, though, I managed to hold myself still while Carly kissed there, lingeringly. Then I felt her tongue delve inside me and I jerked violently, mewling like a helpless kitten as I felt myself skirting the edge of another orgasm.

Carly’s tongue dipped in and out of my slit in an almost playful way, taking me higher but denying me release. Panting, I cradled her head in my hands, silently willing her to lick harder, damn it — to devour me completely. I was panting, desperate for the touch that would take me where I ached to go.

Every nerve was howling and my chest ached with the very effort of drawing breath when, suddenly, she kissed my slit once more, then took a long, slow lick that began at the cleft of my anus and moved upward. Eyes wide, mouth crying soundlessly, I felt Carly’s tongue glide over my pouting labia, then rasp divinely over my clit.

I clapped a hand over my mouth to muffle a helpless scream as my body became liquid. Thrashing and bucking, clutching her face to me in an iron grip, I could feel Carly drink from me as I came, my own sister slaking a deep, primal thirst just like mine. I was emptied, then refilled, then everything vanished.

I woke from a dream where I bobbed and floated in vacant space to feel Carly’s resting head on my belly, an arm draped across my legs. My eyes still closed, I felt down for her head and stroked my sister’s cheek. I smiled in the darkness as I felt her lips graze my palm.

“I love you,” I murmured, those simple words holding more meaning for me than ever before.

“I love you too,” she replied, taking my index finger into the wet warmth of her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip.

The effect was akin to throwing pine chips onto a smoldering fire. My lust was renewed and intensified; once more, I yearned for my little sister.

“Again,” I told her softly, ignoring how sensitive my pussy felt after that last orgasm. “I’ve got to have you again, Carly.”

I pulled her to me, our mouths met and we kissed, breasts pressed together, my thigh resting against her pubis, hers against mine, creating a gentle friction that sent tiny aftershocks of pleasure surging through my still-tender sex.

I tasted myself on her mouth, sucking playfully at Carly’s tongue and nibbling her lips, my sister and I exploring the many ways two lovers can kiss.

My nipples awakened, tingling deliciously as they brushed against hers. With curious hands, Carly and I explored the curves and contours of each other’s bare bodies, feeding this mutual hunger until our breaths quickened in anticipation.

“I want to watch you come,” I breathed. My hands slid down her slender back, fingers tracing the ridge of the spine until I reached her waist. She arched her body elegantly to my touch, like a stretching cat.

Her face glowing with desire, Carly rose on her arms and shifted herself further up my body, her legs brushing against my sides until she was straddling my belly. I smiled up at my sister as I cupped the tight curve of her bottom with both hands, fingers gently delving between her cheeks to explore.

I moaned, excitement flaring when she reached back to spread her tight buttocks further apart. I remembered the first time my own fingers had discovered the pleasures of ass play, knowing I was younger than Carly was now. My lightly circling finger slid down to dip into her wet cunt, then up again to anoint her anal rosette. I heard her inhale sharply, watched her mouth go slack as the tip of my finger slid inside, just an inch or so for starters.

“You like that?” I asked softly, and she gave me a shaky nod, already giving herself up to these wonderful new feelings. I pushed deeper, listening to her heavy breath as I probed her most intimate opening.

“I’ll go slowly,” I breathed. “Just relax.”

I watched her face work, feeling her tense and slacken, jerk and gasp as my finger eased past the tender ring and into the hot, slippery rectum, right up to the third knuckle. A violent shudder tore through Carly when I began to withdraw, my finger emerging from her ass until only the tip remained — then I slid it into her again with a single fluid stroke, and she cried out loud. Her quivering hands clutched my shoulders.

“Nice,” I breathed, euphoria surging through me as I sodomized my baby sister.

She keened, quivering above me as I felt her gradually open to my moving finger. Her eyes were wide, staring blankly ahead while short gasps issued from her mouth.

“Good?” I asked, knowing it was.

“Y-yeah!” she panted, her face glistening with perspiration.

“I wish I’d packed my strap-on,” I whispered, watching Carly’s startled, then ecstatic expression as I began to wriggle my probing digit about inside her nether hole. “I would love to fuck you.”

Her tongue emerged to moisten her lips. “I… want you to f-fuck me too,” she whispered. “I’ve never, b-but I would for you, Allie…”

Sweat dripped from her face onto my breasts as she thrust her bottom against me. Somehow my finger penetrated her deeper still, and she shuddered, moaning low. I worked my finger in and out, slow and steady, the tightness of her rectum yielding to me with each stroke.

Carly began to mew and push back onto my delving finger. Her face was rapturous, her skin glowing as if she were lit from within. She was panting loudly, getting louder still as those little mews became hoarse cries of delight.

My sister’s hand fumbled its way between my thighs, and she began to finger me hard and fast as I probed her ass.

“Yes… yes!” I moaned in delight as Carly came, her cry drowning out mine. Her hand worked frantically at my cunt while she rode out her climax, shaking on my embedded finger, the hot wetness of her flowing onto my belly.

Then I was coming too, her rough fingering sending explosive shockwaves hammering through my frame. My breath hissed through clenched teeth.

We bucked and rocked together as mutual ecstasy fused us into one white-hot sphere of pleasure, clutching one another closely as if we meant to be one forever, come what may.

Our shared climax crested, then slowly faded into a comforting warmth.

We lay together peacefully, my sister and I, the sea air from the open window cooling our glazed bodies.

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 33

  • Posted on June 22, 2016 at 1:31 pm

Miserable Happiness, the Oxymoron of My Life

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

I spent the rest of the weekend in my room. I called Marie late Saturday afternoon and filled her in on how badly things went at Deanna’s. She had asked me to call as soon as I got home, but I wasn’t in the mood to talk about it, so I put it off.

I was, however, in the mood to mope about it.

I mostly lay in bed and alternated between crying and listening to songs Deanna and I liked. I began to wonder what would become of me. I was in love with one girl but loved another enough to be lovesick over her as well.

As the weekend from Hell lingered on, I began to wonder about my feelings for both Marie and Deanna. Maybe I was in love with both of them? Maybe I had just grown so used to having Deanna around that I took the relationship for granted.

No. It wasn’t that, I told myself. I would not accept that I could be in love with more than one person at a time.

But maybe that was exactly what was going on here. Maybe my stupid thirteen-year-old brain hadn’t figured it out and I’d hurt one of the most important people in my life.

I was totally confused. Life had thrown me a curve ball, and I’d swung at the damn thing three times to strike out on one pitch.

Maybe I was just an idiot.

I began to accept that as fact. I knew I was smart in school work, except for math, but in life and relationships, I was scoring a humongous F.

By Sunday afternoon, I was so depressed I lay naked in bed and watched old romance movies. I didn’t touch myself or anything like that. My libido was at zero, but I watched Sleepless in Seattle three times, as well as You’ve Got Mail. Yes, I’m a big fan of Ms. Ryan and masturbate to visions of her often. But this time I was watching for the romantic parts, not to imagine her naked.

Marie called three times that day, but each time I had little to say except that I was definitely in love with her. She asked me if maybe I was in love with Deanna too. She assured me that would be okay with her. She just wanted me to be happy again.

I loved her for that, too, and it made me smile for a moment for the first time since I’d broken Deanna’s heart.

The last time she called me, she said, “Why don’t you call Deanna? I’m sure she’s about as happy as you are. Try to talk it out with her.”

“I tried,” I said.

“And?”

“She wouldn’t speak to me.” That brought on fresh tears, and Marie tried her best to soothe my soul with assurances it would be okay, though how it would go from this living Hell to okay was beyond any of our imaginations. All I knew was I missed my friend. My lover. Perhaps not on the romantic scale of Marie in my heart, but my lover nonetheless.

She had been a solid part of my life for so long. Now that she was gone from my life, I felt as if I was trying to walk a straight line in one of those inflatable bouncy rooms you find at carnivals. Nothing seemed solid anymore.

I fell asleep Sunday night crying. I dreaded the next day at school.

*******

Of course, the big news the next morning was that Spidey had been fired. The word had gotten around that he and Ms. Bradshaw had been caught doing it in his office. I hadn’t told anyone, so I figured it must have been Marie. When I saw her that morning, I asked if she had, and she just got a glint in her eye and grinned.

I still wasn’t to the grinning stage yet. I could barely even smile, in fact.

Okay, I couldn’t really do that either.

When Deanna arrived at school, she seemed to make it a point to walk right past me without looking at me at all, as if I weren’t even there.

Of course, I knew she saw me, but the ignoring hurt. I was standing there with Marie, who watched Deanna’s approach while glancing back and forth at the two of us as she walked up. I know she was wondering what we would say to each other, but it turned out we said nothing.

Then Deanna walked up to another girl and started a conversation. When I realized who it was, I thought I might throw up. I was literally sick to my stomach.

Of all the girls Deanna could have chosen to speak to instead of me, this one hurt the most.

She was talking to Clare, who seemed surprised Deanna had stopped to chat with her. I didn’t blame Clare. The last time the two had spoken, it had not been very pleasant at all.

My tears welled up, and I could see that Deanna saw the effect this was having on me.

I ran up the steps into the building and went straight to the office, telling them I was sick and needed to go home. My mom wasn’t home yet, so they had to wait to call her. I could tell everyone thought it odd that I’d come to school only to want to go immediately home, but I didn’t care.

When they finally got Mom on the phone, I talked to her. When I started crying, she said, “I wondered if this was too soon. I’ll be right there.”

Marie was sad that I was hurting this much, and she told me she was gonna “kick the living shit” out of Deanna. I told her no. I made her promise not to do anything.

“I hurt her enough. You don’t have to make it worse.”

“But she’s hurting you now,” she said.

“My mom says turnabout is fair play. I deserve it.”

Still, Marie glared at Deanna while I waited outside for my mom’s return to school to get me.

When I got in the car the tears started all over again and I told Mom what had happened.

“She’s just still hurting, baby. Deanna isn’t the type to keep hurting you. She’ll realize how bad what she’s done is.”

I said that I doubted it.

She looked at me and said, “Okay, this has gone far enough. We’re going to end this one way or another.”

With that, she made a right at the next light instead of a left, which was the way she should have turned to go home.

The turn she’d made would take us to Deanna’s.

“Mom, no. I don’t want to go there.”

“Believe me, this is the only way to solve this. Ignoring the problem isn’t going to change anything.”

When we got to Deanna’s, we got out of the car and went up and rang the doorbell. Well, Mom rang the doorbell. I was here against my will. Jessie answered the door, looking only mildly surprised we were there.

She took one look at me and said, “Oh, baby, I’m so sorry this has gone this far.”

Mom told her what had happened at school, ending with, “They love each other. Been best friends since they were nine. We have to make them talk to each other.”

“I agree,” Jessie said. “This place was like a funeral parlor this weekend. Too many more days like that, and I may have to kill her.”

Mom laughed at Jessie’s small joke. I didn’t. Nothing about this was worth smiling over, much less laughing.

They talked for another minute or so and Jessie said, “You two have a seat in the living room. I’ll be right back. I’m checking Deanna out of school and we’re all going to talk. She won’t learn anything there today anyway with her mind on Cheryl.”

We sat and said nothing. In fact, neither of us spoke until the door opened again and Jessie walked in, admonishing Deanna for being so cruel to me at school that morning. Apparently, this had been the main topic on their ride home from school.

“She was cruel to me first,” Deanna was saying, the tears she was shedding evident in her voice.

Jessie answered, “No, she wasn’t. She was actually honest with you and expected your support. You know. That thing real friends do for each other, even when it hurts.”

Then, realizing we may be able to hear them, Deanna said more softly, “But, Mom, I love her so much. How could she not know that?”

My heart seemed to break and mend, all at the same time. She hadn’t said loved, using the past tense. She had said love. Of course, she still loves me. Of course, she was just trying to make me jealous by approaching my number one enemy and striking up a conversation. And of course, I loved her. No, I thought, I’m IN love with her.

I stood and took a few tentative steps toward the foyer, where Deanna still could not see me.

“Deanna?” I said, softly and tenderly, the tears just as evident in my voice.

Sudden silence erupted in the foyer. She took a step into the large archway that led to the living room and looked at me. There was fear in her eyes. And uncertainty. And love. She was still crying.

I could see she was wanting me to speak first, so I did.

“I love you.” It was a simple statement of fact. An admission. A request.

She shook her head, tears streaming down her face, and said, “Not like that. Not like you love Marie.”

“You’re right,” I said, and her face began to crumble. Then I quickly added, “I love you more.”

She seemed to freeze. Her mouth seemed like that of a statue, slightly open in amazement.

Yes, we loved each other, and we were in love with each other. Somewhere along the path that stretched back for a third of our lifetimes, I had fallen in love with her. We had grown so comfortable with each other that I didn’t recognize it. What I had just told her was true. I loved her more than I loved Marie because ours was a comfortable love that would clearly last a lifetime, no matter who else we fell in love with when we finally became adults.

It turned out that I can be in love with more than one person at a time. Deanna was proof of that.

We ran to each other and embraced. Our lips met, and we kissed like two lovers who hadn’t seen each other in what had felt like an eternity. And in a way that was exactly what had happened.

Finally, I leaned back. It was important she understand what I was going to say.

“Deanna, I love Marie too. My love for her was more sudden, like an explosion, but I still love her. You’re going to have to accept that.”

Deanna stood there, thinking about this. I could see she wasn’t thrilled, but at least she wasn’t telling me to get the fuck out of her house.

“Deanna?” It was Jessie.

“Hmm?” Deanna said, looking over at her mother.

“Don’t you think that the mere fact that Cheryl fell into such passionate love with Marie says a lot about what kind of person Marie is?”

I felt like running over to Jessie and hugging her. Deanna looked at me.

Then she smiled.

“I guess so,” she said.

“We can all three spend time together,” I said, wagging my eyebrows suggestively. That got a giggle from Deanna, the first I’d heard in what felt like forever.

I looked at Mom then at Jessie. “Is Deanna well enough now for sex?” I asked.

Jessie smiled. “I suppose so,” she said. “But it is a school day, you know. And both of you seem to be feeling much better.”

We both stared at Jessie in disbelief. School? We must have looked awfully funny because she burst into laughter.

“Oh! You two! The look on–! Priceless!” Jessie said, trying to control herself.

I looked at Mom. “Mom?”

“Go enjoy yourselves,” she said. Then looking at Jessie, she added. “We might be able to find something interesting to do as well.”

Jessie said, “Well, I was going to do the grocery shopping, but I suppose that can wait.”

Taking the hand of the girl I had loved for so long and so easily that I had mistaken it for friendship, I pulled her toward the foyer and the stairs that led to her room.

“Don’t disturb us, please. We’re on our honeymoon,” I said.

The two moms chuckled at that, but Deanna just beamed.

Arriving at Deanna’s room, I shut the door behind us and turned to her.

“Let’s never fight like that again, okay? I was so torn up!” I said to her, tears forming once again, but these were tears of relief.

“Me too. When Mom told me you were on the phone yesterday, I so wanted to talk to you, but I just couldn’t. I was afraid of what we might say to each other. I was afraid we would say something that couldn’t be taken back.”

I laughed through my tears. “What? ‘Get the fuck out of my house’ doesn’t qualify for that?”

She joined my laughter with her own. It was the world’s most beautiful symphony. “No. I was afraid I would say something really stupid, like I never wanted to see you again.”

“I’ll never hurt you again,” I said. Of course, it wasn’t an accurate statement, even though I was being honest. People who love each other always hurt each other, but as long as they could get past the hurt and remain together, everything would be okay.

I thought about those words. Elizabeth, Jessie, Mom, and even Marie had said those exact words to me over the past few days. Everything will be okay.

Thank goodness they were right.

I took Deanna in my arms and we lay on her bed. We took our time making love. It must have taken at least a half hour just to get each other’s clothes off.

We kissed.

We fondled.

We licked.

We breathed the other in.

We even chewed.

We made love. Just the way two people in love are supposed to.

Continue on to Chapter 34

Dear Readers,

In case you’re wondering why I’ve been including so much romance in my writing, I actually had to wonder myself. Then I realized my first anniversary to my lovely wife and partner, Lisa, was coming up. I knew that, of course, but I found myself wondering for about three seconds why I was writing so much about love and being IN love in this series. It amazed me that I was subconsciously feeling the coming special date and it was transferring into my writing.

For those who’ve lost track, June 22nd is our anniversary. As I write this, it is 12:04 A.M. Eastern Time, June 3rd. I’m not sure when this will end up posting (chapter 29 posted yesterday and I am way ahead on my writing), but in any case, if you are enjoying the romantic aspects of this story, even the problems associated with them, you can thank my lovely Lisa. She is more important to me today than she was a year ago.

And even though the “Story Cheryl” is going through some adolescent problems that are also learning experiences for her, she knows the meaning and value of love. That is something I wish for all of you, and it’s the reason so many of my characters love their partners in many ways.

Thank you for reading. I am having SO MUCH fun with this story! I must be honest and tell you I wasn’t having this much fun when I finished chapter 16, which was the place I stopped writing it some time ago, prior to taking it up again not that long ago now.

Take care and keep coming back for more… and coming!  :-P

Cheryl and Lisa

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 132

  • Posted on June 21, 2016 at 2:00 pm

By Naughty Mommy

Click this link for a helpful chart of Characters and Relationships

Is it possible to get eight girls side by side into a queen-size bed?

Believe it or not, it is. It helps, of course, if most of the kids are young and thin, under 10 years old, and if they don’t mind being piled in together like puppies. The girls in my bed weren’t bothered by that at all. In fact, they seemed to enjoy it quite a bit, based on their happy sighs and giggles.

It was almost midnight. We’d finished our ice cream, then played a long game of Truth or Dare, then given one another fresh hickeys, several of them not on the neck but on the chest, like mine. We talked a little more after that, then put on some music and turned the lights down low and danced around naked in the semi-dark, having fun and laughing and flirting and turning each other on.

At around 11:30, I said we should probably go upstairs and brush our teeth and get in bed, just in case the moms came home earlier than we expected. We wanted them to think we were asleep so we could do what we were planning to do.

And now we nestled snugly under the sheets, gossiping and telling stories, trying our best to stay awake. I’d left the overhead light on for that reason, but as soon as I heard a car drive up, I would make sure to jump up and turn it off. I was on one side of the bed, closest to the door. Molly was next to me, then Emily, Samantha, Chelsea, Riley, Alexa, and finally Kate on the far side.

As we chatted, I couldn’t stop thinking about something Alexa had revealed during Truth or Dare. On one of my turns, I’d asked her, “You told us earlier you like girls more than boys. So, what age girls turn you on the most?”

She was required to answer honestly, of course, since she’d already opted for ‘Truth’. But clearly this wouldn’t be easy for her. Alexa hesitated, blushed deeply, opened her mouth to begin, stopped, cleared her throat, and finally stammered, “Um, well, you know, maybe about, like, um, like about around age 11 or 12, or, or, or… or even a little younger, like only 9 or 10. That’s the truth.”

By then she was blushing beet red, though no one else seemed disturbed at all by this admission. To reassure her, I’d said, “It’s okay, I agree with you. That’s my favorite age. And my mom’s too. I think for a lot of people it is.”

“Really?” she’d asked, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, I mean, people don’t like to talk about it. They say it’s wrong, but I think it’s only natural. That’s when girls start to get really sexy, right? Getting their little boobies and stuff?”

Alexa’d nodded, as had some of the others. We’d looked around at one another for a moment as we sat in a circle on the floor, admiring the lovely nude feminine bodies in various stages of early sexual development. Then we went on to the next player.

As we lay in bed and I recalled that scene, I wondered what was going through Alexa’s mind right now. Was this 16-year-old, who’d confessed her desire for pre-teen girls, feeling aroused? Did she want to have sex with my sister Kate, who was next to her, and possibly even with her own little sister, Riley? Was Alexa attracted not just to young girls but also to the forbidden allure of incest, like I was?

That thought made me simmer with lust. I slowly reached under the covers, surreptitiously sliding my hand onto Molly’s thigh, then easing over a bit more to caress her hairless vulva. She giggled, and reached for me too. Now I began to wonder something else… was I the only girl whose hands were straying beneath the covers, touching and teasing, or might others be doing the same?

Suddenly we heard a sound — a car door slamming, first one, then another. In my libidinous reverie, I hadn’t noticed them driving up.

“Uh-oh, they’re here!” I said, hopping out of bed and dashing to the door, switching off the overhead light. Then I scampered back to the bed, squishing in beside Molly.

“Shhh!” I urged.

We heard the front door open, and women’s voices. They were loud, laughing, playful, maybe a little drunk, or perhaps more than a little. I tried to hush the other kids, especially the younger ones, who were giggling almost uncontrollably.

Finally they settled down, and we waited in the dark. It would be at least ten or fifteen minutes, I figured, until it would be safe for us to get up and spy on our moms. We’d have to let them relax a bit first, probably have something more to drink, hopefully start kissing, making out. That’s what we were hoping to see. That, or even more.

The kids were whispering to each other and quietly giggling. I couldn’t stop them from doing that, and no one could hear them anyway. Plus it would help them stay awake — although right now that certainly didn’t seem to be a problem. Everyone was jittery with excitement.

When I thought the time was right, I slipped from beneath the covers and tiptoed to the door, the others following close behind. We were like the line of dwarves in Snow White, sneaking along in the dark — except we were young, female, and nude.

I opened the door just a crack. We could hear more laughter, jokes being made, glasses clinking in toasts. But we heard something else too, soft moans and the occasional wet smack of lips on lips.

Earlier, I’d prepared the group, telling them what to expect and what we would try to do. They performed beautifully now, executing my instructions with military precision. We crept out into the hall, lining up in the shadows, pressing our backs to the wall. So long as we remained silent, it was likely no one would see us.

We could see them, though, at least a few of them. We saw Megan standing by the end of the sofa, a drink in one hand, her other hand on Dana’s bottom. Dana was kissing and nuzzling Megan’s neck, while also humping her leg, her arms wrapped around the taller woman. The two of them were still fully dressed, although their attire was skimpy and provocative, designed for partying and seduction.

Dana wore a little white dress with a yellow sash at the waist. It had cap sleeves and was very short. Megan’s hand was under the dress, squeezing Dana’s butt. As we watched, Megan slipped her hand inside Dana’s white cotton panties.

“God,” I heard Alexa breathe. She was next to me. I raised a finger to my lips, urging her and the others to stay quiet.

Megan was wearing the sleeveless dark green mini-dress I’d seen her in before a few times. As a hairdresser, she didn’t make much money, obviously, and couldn’t afford an extensive wardrobe. My mom helped Dana with hers, often buying nice things for her ‘daughter’ when they went shopping together. At any rate, Megan looked fantastic in that dress. It was perfect for her, showing off those long luscious legs.

The other woman we could see, from our vantage point against the wall, was Theresa. She was seated on the sofa, near the pair who were making out, but facing away from them, looking at someone else. We couldn’t tell for sure, but likely Theresa was watching Paula and my mother, making out or maybe doing more.

I decided it was safe for us to move in just a bit closer to get a better look. I signaled to the girls and we stepped forward, not up to the railing, but about halfway. Now we could definitely see Mommy and Paula, and they were making out. My mom was in an armchair with the other woman on her lap. Their hands were roaming all over, grabbing each other’s boobs through their clothing.

Then the clothes started coming off. Megan tugged Dana’s dress up, opening two buttons in the back, behind the neck, then lifting it over head and tossing it aside. Underneath, Dana wore a dainty white cotton bralette, suitable for a barely pubescent girl. Megan took that off too, then leaned down to lick and kiss her lover’s stiff nipples.

Theresa stood up briefly, shimmying her pencil skirt up around her waist, then pushing down her panties and stepping out of them. Her shoes were already off. She sat again on the sofa and spread her legs, beginning to masturbate with one hand. The other hand she raised to her face, holding her blue satin panties over her nose, inhaling the scent. Although we couldn’t see, my guess is that those undies were wet with her juices.

Meanwhile, my mother unbuttoned Paula’s blouse and pushed it off her shoulders. She wore no bra. My mom smiled and licked her lips, then began sucking the woman’s nipples. Paula groaned in pleasure, grabbing Mommy’s head, pulling her close.

Inclining my head slightly, I scanned down the line of girls standing eight abreast in the darkened hall. As I’d expected, some of them had already begun to play with themselves. Kate, Molly, Chelsea, and Riley were rubbing their pussies. The other three, Samantha, Emily, and Alexa, were still just watching the action.

I nudged Alexa, and when she glanced at me, I nodded toward her crotch. At the same time, I started masturbating. She quickly followed my lead, as did Samantha. It took Emily maybe a minute or two longer. She could be kind of shy sometimes, but finally the pretty green-eyed brunette began to play with herself as well.

In the family room below, the orgy was really heating up. Megan took off Dana’s white cotton panties, then sat the young blonde next to Theresa on the sofa, pushing her slim legs wide apart. Reaching behind her beck, Megan unzipped her own dress and let it fall to the floor. She was completely naked beneath it, which surprised me. It made me wonder if she’d had any panties on before, when they went out dancing, because that dress was extremely short. Anyway, now the redhead knelt between Dana’s legs and began eating her pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes,” sighed Theresa as she watched and masturbated. She’d taken the undies away from her nose and was using them now to rub her clit. I knew how wonderfully good that could feel, slippery satin against your sex. Yummy!

Paula was kneeling on the floor now too, licking my mom. Mommy had one leg lifted over an arm of the chair, red panties dangling from her ankle. Her blouse was open and she was holding her breasts in her hands, massaging them, pinching the nipples. Paula’s blouse was off, but she still wore her denim miniskirt. It was hiked up around her waist, however, and we could see one hand moving between her legs, rubbing herself through her panties. As we watched, we saw my mother lift her own breasts toward her mouth, bending down to lick first one, then the other hard nipple.

I looked at the girls again. Kate, I could tell, was almost ready to come. It usually didn’t take her very long. Riley was kind of huffing and puffing, both hands clenched between her legs. I didn’t know if that meant she was on the verge of an orgasm, but it looked like she might be. None of the others appeared to be especially close, but everyone was vigorously rubbing themselves.

We heard a loud squeal. It was Dana, coming in Megan’s mouth. Seeing and hearing this put Theresa over the top. “Ohhh!!” groaned the beautiful brunette, shuddering repeatedly as climactic spasms coursed through her.

A moment later, my mom came too. “Fuck, fuck!” she cried, now holding Paula’s head, pulling the woman’s face against her cunt.

Kate reached orgasm, fucking herself with a finger. She managed to stay mostly quiet, letting out only a few whimpers, but with all the noise the moms were making it’s likely no one would have heard her anyway. Then I heard a gasp. I looked at Riley. She staggered back, leaning against the wall, eyes shut tight, slim little body shaking as she climaxed.

Standing next to me, Alexa uttered a strange sound, a grunt that sounded almost like a cough. It meant, I learned, that she was coming. She’d turned to the side, away from me, looking at her little sister. Alexa grunted that way again, bending slightly at the waist each time, and then I saw and heard — and smelled — something amazing. The teenager had come so hard that some of her juices fell to the floor, splattering onto the carpet between her feet.

It was so fucking hot, it made me want to come as well. I rubbed myself faster as I turned to see what was happening below. And wow! They were really going at it now!

Dana was on her back on the sofa, with Theresa crouched between her legs, eagerly licking her. Paula had left my mom, taken off the rest of her clothes, and was straddling Dana. She was sitting on her face, kind of rocking up and down while pinching Dana’s nipples between her fingers. On the floor in front of the sofa, meanwhile, Mommy was riding Megan, scissoring with her, one of the redhead’s gorgeous long legs held high in the air.

By then, Riley had mostly recovered. She came forward to rejoin the line of girls, panting heavily, licking her fingers. Alexa was sucking her fingers too. In fact, she was exchanging hands, going back and forth, sucking the fingers of one hand while plunging two fingers from her other hand deep inside her juicy pussy, then trading off. It was like she was eating herself!

Kate was also fucking herself again, middle finger moving rapidly in and out of her vagina, trying for another orgasm. I managed to get her attention, though, along with the others, and motioned them to step forward a little more, right up to the railing. Now if anyone looked up, they would be sure to see us, which is exactly what we wanted.

For a minute or so, no one did see us, being as engrossed as they were in their own activities. We rubbed ourselves or fucked ourselves while watching our moms fuck each other.

My mother was the first to notice us. She smiled broadly, eyes twinkling, licking her lips as she gazed at the group of naked girls, underage voyeurs — but never interrupted the rhythm of her tribbing with Megan. She continued sliding her wet cunt up and down against the redhead’s. Both women were nude.

“Oh my god,” whispered Alexa. “That is awesome!”

When Megan saw where my mom was looking, she followed her gaze and smiled at us too, lying on her back on the floor.

“Mommy,” said Samantha. I leaned over the railing so I could see what she was doing. The freckled 7-year-old was holding her little pussy open with her fingers, displaying it to her mother.

The sound of a child’s voice had caught Theresa’s attention, and Paula’s as well. Both were gawking at us.

Now, you guys,” I said to the kids. “Do it now, like Samantha.”

We had planned for this, our simultaneous exhibitionism. All at once, the eight of us pulled back our pussy lips, fully exposing ourselves.

“Goddamn,” said Paula, as she climbed off Dana’s face. “Goddamn!”

She wasn’t angry, though, not at all. That was clear from the grin on her face, and from what she did next — the nude woman sat on the sofa and lifted her legs, hands behind her knees, showing us her pussy. Dana, who’d sat up next to Paula, giggled and did the same, her cheeks and chin gleaming with Paula’s juices.

Theresa was standing and staring, open-mouthed. It seemed she didn’t know what to do. My mother got to her feet. Taking Theresa’s hand in hers, she said, “Aren’t they beautiful?”

“I… I… ” Theresa stammered.

“Hi, Mommy,” said Emily. “Do you like my pussy?”

“I… ”

“Do you like my pussy, Mommy?” Emily repeated, obviously begging for approval.

“Well, yes,” said Theresa, finally showing a hint of a smile.

“You look great like that, Mom,” Alexa said to Paula, her voice quavering a bit with lust, and perhaps with nervousness.

“Thank you, honey,” Paula grinned. “You look great too!”

“So beautiful,” said my mother, shaking her head in amazement as she gazed at us, “just so beautiful.” She still held Theresa’s hand, but her other hand was working between her legs, stroking her own pussy.

“Um, you guys,” I began, addressing the moms, “you can keep on going, do whatever you’re gonna do. We just want to watch, okay?”

I hoped this would relax them, specifically Theresa, enough that they would continue with their orgy. There was still a chance, though — maybe a big chance — that Theresa would get upset and go home, probably taking Emily along with her. She might even be angry enough to make a stink about it, complain to someone, possibly getting us in trouble.

All this went through my mind as I stood at the railing, looking down into our family room, holding my pussy open.

My heart was beating fast, hammering in my chest. I waited and waited for Theresa to make a move. She just stood there for what seemed like forever, eyes fastened on her naked 9-year-old daughter. The woman was breathing hard, bare breasts rising and falling. She still wore her pencil skirt, but that was all. The other four moms were nude. Paula and Dana, of course, were doing their own version of exhibitionism, leaning back on the sofa with their legs held wide apart, giggling and smiling.

Theresa licked her lips. She started to say something, then stopped, swallowed, and finally uttered, “You girls… if you came down here, you could see better.”

Whew! A huge sigh of relief seemed to fill the room. Certainly one came from me. I started to laugh as the tension drained away, and once I began I couldn’t stop. Mommy was laughing too, as she said, “That’s right, very good idea. All you kids, come on down here so you can watch us have fun with each other, maybe learn a thing or two.”

And that’s what we did.

We trotted down the stairs, and after getting nice warm hugs from our moms, each chose a good place from which to view the action. For the next hour or so, eight girls watched five women have hot lesbian sex. Perhaps surprisingly, we never interacted with them, at least not directly. Sometimes we might say things, talking dirty, maybe making suggestions on what we wanted them to do — and of course we all played with ourselves continually, most of us coming several times.

I was tempted to do a lot more than that, to become more intimately involved, but I guess I figured we were lucky enough to be where we were and didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize it. Plus it was totally exciting simply to watch and masturbate, and, as my mom suggested, to learn.

It was fun and informative to see how many different ways there were for women to please each other, and to please themselves. I sort of thought I was already an expert on lesbian sex before that night, but I really did learn a lot. Every woman has her own preferences and her own style. By paying close attention, we girls absorbed valuable lessons for future lovemaking, especially when doing it with our moms!

We saw oral sex and anal sex and fingering and tribbing and a whole lot of kissing, tons and tons of kissing — those women loved to kiss! We also saw a few things I hadn’t seen before, like when Paula brought Dana to climax by rubbing her pussy with her wrist instead of her fingers, or when Mommy used her erect nipple to fuck Theresa’s cunt while Theresa tickled her own clit, or when Megan and Dana had sex standing up, but with Megan holding Dana upside down, the blonde’s legs wrapped around her face and Dana licking Megan’s pussy.

Generally the daughters stayed close to their moms. Sometimes we would move around, but mostly we seemed to enjoy watching our own mothers. That’s when girls would come the hardest, it appeared to me, when they were rubbing their own pussies while seeing their moms reach climax.

That was true with Emily more than anyone else. I’d never seen the child have an orgasm before — I wasn’t even sure if she could — but oh my god, how exciting it was to see her fingers flying over her little pussy as she gasped and squealed, her face bright red, bringing herself to climax at the exact same moment her mother came. This happened more than once. Emily shadowed Theresa, sticking close to her, and each time the woman reached orgasm, so did the girl.

Riley and Alexa stayed near Paula most of the time too, although I noticed that Alexa’s eyes would be on the kids even more than on the women. It was clear that she was very attracted to young girls, as I was. Alexa and I could have a lot of fun together, I decided, and I was certain we would — except that would have to wait for another day.

What happened is, after the moms had performed in front of us for maybe an hour, they all began looking toward their girls, seemingly all at around the same time. I wondered then if this might turn into a full-fledged mommy-daughter lesbian orgy — which is what I was hoping for — but no such luck. That would come later, pretty soon in fact (I’ll let you guess when).

On this night, however, the women apparently made the decision that they each wanted to be alone with their daughters for a while. In the case of Paula and Theresa, this was probably because they had a lot to talk about with them. After all, they were in uncharted territory now, having sex right in front of their children while the girls watched and masturbated!

So, the moms untangled themselves from each other, picked up their clothes and got at least partially dressed, as did the kids, and then everyone said goodbye and headed for home. This included Dana and Megan and their girls, which left just the four us — Molly, Kate, me, and Mommy.

We all went up to our mother’s room and got in bed. Although Mommy had just finished having sex, plenty of it, and had climaxed quite a few times, she was still ready for more. My sisters and I were too. In fact, we were eager for it. All we’d done till then that night is masturbate — and while that’s a lot of fun, it can never replace the pleasure of licking a pussy, or having your pussy licked, especially by your mom!

She started with me, lying between my legs, wrapping her arms around my thighs while Kate and Molly got into a 69. Mommy lovingly nuzzled my sex, gently kissing and licking, sucking on my labia, tickling my clit with her nose, and then finally shoving her tongue deep inside my vagina. I came that way, very hard, juices gushing into my mother’s mouth.

After me, it was Kate’s turn. Mommy eagerly ate her pussy, bringing her to orgasm very quickly — so quickly in fact that she stayed there, sucking and licking until Katie had come twice more.

Then it was Molly, our little sister with the curly blonde hair. Mommy asked her to sit on her face, a sight I always loved to see. It’s such a beautiful thing, a naked 9-year-old girl on top of her mom like that. So delicious! Kate and I watched and masturbated while Mommy licked Molly’s pussy. After making her come once, Mommy changed positions, placing Molly on her back and mounting her, tribbing with her and bringing the child to orgasm again.

The evening ended with our mother climbing on top of Molly’s face, holding her head in her hands, talking dirty and fucking her mouth. Mommy climaxed very loudly and very wetly, gooey fluids streaming out, coating Molly’s face. Along with our mother, Kate and I helped to clean up the mess, licking all those yummy juices from Molly’s cheeks and chin and lips. We giggled and hugged and kissed, then finally turned out the light and fell asleep, the happiest family there ever could be.

Continue on to Chapter 133

Growing as a Writer, with Thanks

  • Posted on June 20, 2016 at 2:37 pm

By Cheryl Taggert 

Juicy Secrets is now over a year old, and it seems to be growing quite a bit. We now have more authors submitting good material, and our readers’ comments indicate we are doing something right.

Me? I’m just plugging along. I write as many as three chapters a week now. I once wrote MAYBE half a chapter, or perhaps a story every now and then. But this website has changed my life in so many ways.

First, I have two online friends I love. Yes, I know there are many things I don’t know about my partners in this endeavor, but we have grown rather close over the past year. I feel no more support from anyone than I do them, with the only exception being my wife, Lisa. (We will be celebrating our first anniversary June 22.) I feel the affection JetBoy and Naughty Mommy have for me, and although Lisa usually lurks as a reader and does not comment much, if at all, she loves this site and what it has done for me. The fact is she knows my password and usually signs in as me because I have access to things on the website that our readers cannot see due to my admin status. For example, she read the latest chapters of two of our favorite works-in-progress, The Joy of Looking and Scouting for Girls, long before they were published. She likes being special like that, I guess, so I don’t blame her for not signing on as herself very often.

Second, I write much more now than I ever did before. If you had told me a year ago that I would complete what is essentially a book-length erotic novel, I would have laughed at you. Yet, I have done that now with my conclusion of The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club. I am well on my way to completing a much longer work, I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star. This latter work even has those elements of fiction that always make the story much better and more interesting: conflict and suspense. I believe I am a much better writer now than I ever was before. And I have this site, mostly the two lovely people who asked me to be a part of it, to thank for that.

So please pardon this little thank you note to them, above. They certainly deserve it.

Now, to my wife, Lisa. I cannot tell my readers how happy you have made me and continue to make me. You, too, have improved my writing just by loving me and offering suggestions. I feel the unconditional, emotional, physical, and spiritual love you have for me on a daily basis. And I want to thank you here also for allowing me to use our story — how we met, fell in love, had problems, separated, and got back together again — as a story-line in Porn Star. (That will come later, folks, in Part Three.)

Now, thank you to our readers for continuing your journey through the eroticism of our special interest. I once felt mostly alone in these feelings, especially since I am a woman. I don’t anymore. Your reading of our material, your kind comments, and your understanding are a wealth of support. Thank you.

Dana’s Crush

  • Posted on June 18, 2016 at 1:30 pm

By Lily

I was lazily thumbing through a book when my attention was caught by the idling of a familiar-sounding car coming to a stop. I tossed the book to one side and jumped up from my bed, bounding over to the window, where I arrived just in time to see two figures emerge from the parked sedan in the driveway next door.

I smiled as I saw my neighbor Reba and her daughter Anna, and thought back to when I’d first met them.

It had been two years ago in the middle of the summer when the moving truck had pulled up. I was thirteen and about to start high school, ready and then some to learn and experience new things. The house next door had belonged to a family with five kids — all boys — who had tormented the neighborhood, especially me, until they finally moved away.

When the SOLD sign first appeared on the front lawn, the neighbors had been abuzz about who the new tenants might be. I was delighted when I saw Reba and Anna in their car, parking just behind the movers.

Like the good neighbors we were, me and my mom went over to introduce ourselves and welcome them. Reba gave us both a warm smile, and as she brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, I was instantly smitten.

I’d never thought of liking someone before that, especially not a girl — or grown woman, for that matter — but Reba had a certain elegance about her that I found enchanting.

The day after she and Anna moved in, Reba invited us over. Apologizing for the unpacked boxes stacked everywhere, she and my mom shared some wine while Anna and I had big glasses of grape Kool-Aid. It was nice to have a girl as a next door neighbor, and it turned out that we had a lot in common despite the fact she was only eight years old to my thirteen.

Throughout the entire visit, I kept stealing glances at her mom. I quickly decided that she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen; athletic and blonde, shapely legs displayed in a butter-yellow sundress that accented her perfectly. Of course, what most people noticed first were her generous breasts. Reba didn’t show her cleavage off in an unsubtle manner like some women did, but she was easily a D-cup. Even at that tender age, I wondered what they felt like.

My feelings for Reba only grew stronger as she and her daughter got settled into the neighborhood. To me, she was the nicest grownup imaginable. Reba always greeted everyone with a warm smile, gave you a peck on the cheek when you had to leave and never, ever allowed you to feel out of place or unwelcome in her house.

Over the next year, I kept trying to understand my feelings for her. I’d had sex ed classes, but they never even mentioned girls who liked other girls, much less grown women, and I was much too timid to ask my parents about anything like that. Meanwhile, I’d struck up a friendship with Anna, and we hung out most weekends.

It was sometime that year when I learned what a lesbian was, and in spite of the awful things some people said about them, I knew the kinds of feelings I had for Reba were the dawning of my true sexuality. It was also during this time that I found out about masturbation. I learned the basics on the internet and was soon fondling myself to orgasm every night, with Reba the focus of my pleasure.

I quickly became very inventive in my fantasies — imagining being awakened by her during a sleepover, or slipping out of Anna’s bed, taking off my pajamas and tiptoeing naked to Reba’s bedroom to find her awake and waiting for me. I even imagined her touching me as we sat together on the sofa, Anna snoozing next to us as her beautiful mother explored my body.

Soon after Anna began third grade, Reba started using me as a babysitter, even though her daughter was a well-behaved girl who hardly needed looking after. Getting twenty dollars a night was nice, though, and the two of us always had a good time.

Being a single parent, Reba used her evenings out sparingly, but often enough to have fun with her friends. She always looked stunning when she went out, dressed in sexy skirts that even teenage girls couldn’t pull off. More than once her friends dropped Reba off when she was a bit tipsy, carrying her high heels as she came through the door, dress a bit askew — but still alluring as ever.

By then, my lesbian fantasies had blossomed into something very much like obsession. In fact, I was head over heels in love. I desperately longed for the courage to confess everything to Reba, to let her know my true feelings. But every time the opportunity arose, I was too afraid to say the words.

Now Reba and her daughter were making their way to the entrance of their house. I tapped on the glass of my window, and Anna peered up in my direction. She immediately broke into a grin, turned to her mom and said something, and then Reba and Anna were both waving at me.

I waved back enthusiastically, not caring whether I looked foolish or not. And as Reba turned back toward the front door, my eyes drifted down to her incredible ass. Like I’d done so many times before, I imagined how yummy it looked beneath that dark pantsuit.

Stepping away from my window, I tried to return to my book, but couldn’t concentrate. In the end, I had to unfasten my jeans, slip a hand in my panties and masturbate, fingering myself to a quiet orgasm. Reba had that kind of effect on me.

*****

Two days later. It was Friday, school was out, and life was fantastic. Even Rebecca Black and her stupid song couldn’t make the day less awesome! Reba was going out on a date and had asked me to babysit — needless to say, I didn’t turn her down. In fact, I had to restrain myself from screaming “YES!” into the phone when she called.

Anna and I were going to enjoy a night of rom-coms, pizza, and gossip — the perfect end to a long week. But most of all, I was secretly looking forward to seeing what hot, sexy outfit Reba would be showing off that night — and, if I was lucky, maybe I’d even get to see her put it on, or change out of it after she got back home!

For that reason, I timed my arrival next door for fifteen minutes earlier than I was expected, hoping to maybe catch a glimpse of Reba in her underwear. A few months earlier she’d gifted me a key to the front door, so I let myself in without a second thought — it had practically become routine. Anna looked up from the sofa and bounded over to where I stood, practically tackling me as usual.

“Hey, Dana,” the girl murmured, her face buried in my midsection. “So… ya ready to have fun tonight?”

I hugged her back as Reba stepped into the room, dressed in a metallic blue micro-dress.

To say she looked amazing was an understatement. It had a low back, and was short enough to show off her thighs without being too unseemly. Reba’s feet were bare, making me wonder if she hadn’t yet picked out her shoes.

She greeted me with a hug and a peck on the cheek. “Thanks for coming, sweetheart. So — what do you think?” she asked, performing a mock modeling pose.

“You look awesome… as always,” I replied, fighting the urge to add words like hot or sexy.

Reba smiled, and was about to reply when the phone rang. She trotted over to answer, turning to me and cooing, “Hold that thought,”  before picking up her cell.

Anna demanded that I follow her back into the living room, where she laid out the DVD’s we’d discussed watching. We were trying to decide which one to see first, and had whittled it down to two choices, when we heard a sigh from the other room, then Reba’s voice saying. “Well, okay then. Bye.”

She came into the living room, holding the phone at her side, a stricken expression on her face, then saw us looking. “Change of plans, I guess,” she said, making a weak chuckle. “Um… d’you mind having a third wheel for your girls’ night?”

Both Anna and I assured her it was fine, that she was more than welcome to join us. “Thanks, you guys,” she softly said, then looked down at that beautiful dress, gazing sadly at herself for a moment. “I’d better change out of this.” With that, Reba left the room.

I was all mixed up with my feelings right then. On one hand, I was thrilled that Reba would be staying in with us that night. I’d never really just hung out with her before. But knowing that her fun evening had been spoiled had me feeling kinda guilty for being so excited. Also, I felt sorry for Reba. The sadness I’d seen in her eyes made me ache inside. Right then and there, I promised myself that I would do whatever it took to make her feel better.

Anna and I picked out our movie, settling our disagreement with a civilized round of rock-paper-scissors. When her paper wrapped my rock, Anna did a little victory dance, then snatched up the DVD she’d chosen and loaded the disc in the player.

When Reba returned, we’d just started the movie, and the studio logo was fading from the screen. Even dressed-down, she looked radiant in an oversized t-shirt with cute striped green shorts underneath.

“Dinner’s on the way,” she told us, holding up the handset to let us know she’d called in the pizza order. We scooted over as Reba padded over to the sofa and sat, sliding in between us.

We watched the first movie in a casual way, making silly comments to the characters every now and then, cracking jokes and enjoying ourselves, then having a short break when the pizza arrived, eagerly digging in and grabbing hot slices. After stuffing ourselves we were a bit quieter, and settled in contentedly for the last half hour or so of the movie.

It ended on something of an anticlimax. We all stood, stretched and took bathroom breaks before delving into the next DVD. I’d never seen it before but knew it was supposed to be pretty serious, compared to the first one. Anna stifled a yawn before the credits had even finished, and I teased her for being a lightweight.

All three of us settled in as the movie began. This time the story was much more somber, and at some points downright depressing. It was very absorbing, though, and I quickly got caught up in the plot.

After a while I glanced over at Anna and realized that she’d nodded out. She looked so adorable, curled up next to her mommy, hugging her leg. Reba caught my stare and we shared a quiet smile before turning back to the movie.

A few minutes later, I heard a heavy sigh. Turning to look at Reba, I saw that unhappy expression on her face again. Because of the deep feelings I harbored for her, it always made me feel a little nervous to be in Reba’s presence, but seeing her so upset made something click inside me.

Without even thinking about it, I scooted closer to her, our thighs lightly touching as I rested my head on Reba’s shoulder. I’d never been so bold with her, but something told me that she needed some closeness right then.

“What’s wrong?” I asked softly, feeling a twinge of excitement as she rested her face against the top of my head.

“Oh nothing, just…” her voice trailed off. She turned to look at me, and I gave her my most sincere ‘yeah right’ looks in return.

“You can tell me,” I said. “I’m not a kid anymore.”

Reba gazed at me for a few seconds, then nodded. Picking up the remote, she muted the television, then sat silently for a moment before speaking. “Okay. Let’s go in the kitchen, though.”

She carefully unwrapped Anna from her leg, and we tiptoed into the kitchen.

Reba leaned against the counter, arms folded, looking down at the floor. Finally she sighed deeply, then raised her eyes to meet mine.

“You know my, um, friend Jen, right?”

“Yeah,” I replied. She was a few years younger than Reba, Hispanic with perfect olive-hued skin, jet black hair and almond-shaped eyes. They’d been friends for ages, at least since Reba and Anna had moved in.

“She’s been… cancelling a lot on me lately,” Reba confessed. “I’m not sure if it’s because of something I did — or didn’t do,” she added, her brow furrowing. “Sometimes I start thinking that she — well, that she just doesn’t care anymore… and I’m nowhere near ready to get my heart broken again.” She stroked my hair and I couldn’t help but smile, despite the serious nature of our conversation. “Sorry to be unloading this on you, Dana.”

Now I had a good idea of what Reba and Jen had been doing. If I was right, no wonder she was looking so depressed. I may never have dated, but I can understand rejection, and if it came from someone I really cared about, I’d be a mess.

I felt bad for Reba for what Jen was putting her through… but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to also feeling very excited, knowing that the woman I had such a huge crush on might be a lesbian herself.

“You don’t have to say you’re sorry,” I said, and moved close to Reba, gently wrapping an arm around her waist. She didn’t object, and at this point my heart was absolutely racing. This was pretty much the most intimate I’d ever been with anyone, except maybe Anna when we’d cuddle in bed sometimes. Reba felt warm all over, and I could feel her heartbeat in rhythm to my own as she put her arms around me, hugging my body to hers.

It happened then, the moment I’d been waiting for my entire teenage life. With our bodies pressed together in a comforting embrace, I leaned in and kissed her face, my lips touching just below her ear.

Reba gasped softly, and my heart skipped a beat, thinking that I might have overdone it. Instead, I felt her hand gently touch my cheek. I looked up, a hopeful smile on my face, to see her gazing down at me, her eyes warm and loving as she drew closer.

I’d had dreams about my first kiss, but at that moment, none of those dreams came close to the real thing. Her lips pressed softly against mine, and as I returned the kiss, it slowly deepened in passion. We stayed like that for who knows how long, my eyes closed as I took in each sensation, each slight variation in her touch, memorizing every detail.

After what seemed like ages, my eyes fluttered open, staring into Reba’s. As we looked at each other, my hand just seemed to naturally slide down to her hip, touching the curve of her ass.

Startled, she pulled back slightly, and I blinked, not knowing what to make of her reaction. With a blush on her cheeks, she began to stammer, “Oh m-my God, Dana — I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that!” I felt a similar embarrassed heat in my own cheeks as Reba stumbled over her words — the first time I’d ever known her to be at a loss.

I couldn’t let the moment end like this. Maybe it was because I’d already taken this first step, maybe it was knowing she’d wanted that kiss every bit as much as I had, but a renewed boldness surged within me, and I knew exactly what to do. I kissed Reba’s mouth, stopping her words with my lips. Her muffled protests disappeared as her arms went around me, pulling me closer.

I found myself pressing my body tightly to hers as we kissed — or made out, to be more accurate. I’d never done anything so wonderful, except in my wildest dreams. Her hands moved along my back and down to my bottom, giving me lovely shivers. I began to explore her more mature body, slipping my hands under her t-shirt to touch her bare belly. I totally wanted to go higher and feel Reba’s breasts, but didn’t feel that brave, not just yet.

We embraced and kissed for what seemed like ages, stirring ourselves only when the barking of a neighbor’s dog startled us.

I giggled bashfully as I stood there with my arms around another woman, feeling a warm dampness between my thighs, gazing up at the object of my desire while she smiled at me. The nervousness and near-panic she had shown after our first kiss were gone, replaced by a heat that smoldered inside her, ready to erupt into flame at any moment.

“Come,” Reba whispered, taking my hand in hers. We tiptoed through the living room, pausing to check on Anna, who continued to snooze peacefully where she lay. Pausing to cover her little girl with a quilt that was always draped over the back of the sofa, Reba then led me upstairs.

Soon we were in her bedroom, a place I’d only seen a few times. I felt myself growing a little tense. I knew where this was going, and as often as I’d fantasized about this moment, being at the threshold of it really happening was kind of scary.

Maybe Reba sensed that somehow. Letting go of my hand, she turned and knelt before me, reaching up to stroke my cheek.

“Are you sure about this?” Reba asked, and my doubt just melted away, replaced by a warmth inside that almost made me feel like crying. I nodded, and she gently guided me to her bed.

We lay down side by side, and spent a good minute or two just smiling at each other, Reba’s hands shyly caressing my arms and shoulders. Then, with a mischievous grin, she pulled me close, and our mouths met again as she rolled over onto her back, bringing me with her so that my body was on top of hers. As we continued to share a lover’s kiss, I felt her hand hooking the hem of my shirt, tugging it up to reveal my modest B-cups. I felt my cheeks flush as she palmed my breasts, fondling them, her thumbs teasing my small pink nipples until they were achingly stiff.

I sat up, breaking our kiss, happily noting how Reba followed at first, trying to keep her lips fastened to mine. I lifted off my shirt, tossing it aside as I sat above her. Reba smiled up at me, her hand tracing my belly as she whispered, “Beautiful.” Her approval made me bite my lip bashfully, and I couldn’t keep myself from looking away. She laughed, giving my tummy a gentle pat.

Reba moved to slip off her own shirt, revealing the loveliness of her breasts. I couldn’t restrain myself for another second — I had to touch her. My hands worked their way up from Reba’s waist, fingertips gliding over her skin as I found my way to those soft, beautiful globes, cupping them from underneath, feeling the weight of them.

I was giddy, ecstatic and, like a kid, just wanted to fasten myself to her titties and never let go. I was more mature than that, though, and instead caressed them tenderly just like Reba had done with mine, exploring every nuance of those beautiful bare breasts.

“C’mere,” she whispered, beckoning me into her arms with a crook of the finger. I drew closer, pleasantly surprised when she guided my head down to nestle into her bosom. A sigh of contentment escaped my lips as I rested there for a moment, but I was much too excited to just let myself be held.

I began to plant soft, adoring kisses in the valley of Reba’s chest. She let out a pleased chuckle that I felt as much as heard, her fingers running through my hair as I continued to kiss and nuzzle the warmth and softness of the woman’s breasts. My hands were firmly cradling them now, squeezing them with each kiss, teasing the puffy nipples with my fingertips.

I kissed upward along her curves, like Jill chasing after Jack — except it wasn’t water I was after, believe me. Finding a nipple, I snaked my tongue out to greet it, tracing the tip around Reba’s areola as she cooed appreciatively.

My lips latched onto her nipple, and Reba gasped, wrapping both arms around my head to clutch me to her breasts. I peered up at her, and our eyes locked as I began to suckle. All the while, my hand groped and kneaded her unattended breast, and her body began to writhe beneath mine.

This was unbelievable, yet it was really happening. Fifteen-year-old me, who’d never even been kissed, making love to a woman. Not just any woman, either, but the one I’d been crushing on for ages!

Reba’s hands slid down my back, reaching for the hem of my shorts and not quite getting there. I released her nipple from my mouth with an audible pop and moved up to kiss her, giving Reba enough reach to slip both hands down into my shorts. I tumbled onto my side as I tried to slip out of them, suddenly desperate to be completely naked — and we both erupted into a fit of giggles.

Reba composed herself first, her hand sliding between my legs, gliding up an inner thigh until it brushed against the front of my panties. I whimpered as her index finger lightly stroked the damp spot I’d left there, pressing the thin cotton against my moist slit.

As she tenderly traced the cleft in my panties, Reba sat up to kiss and nuzzle my bare chest. Mimicking her, I cupped my arms around her head, holding her close as she masturbated me.

I felt her fingers ease the crotch of my underpants aside and brush my moist lips, causing me to gasp into Reba’s sweet-smelling hair. She glanced up at me and smiled — then her arms were cradling me as she laid my body down, tugging my panties off and casting them aside with one fluid motion.

I slowly drew my legs apart, giving Reba room to lie between them, inviting her to indulge in what we both wanted. Her hands were brushing my thighs as I nibbled my lip in anticipation, knowing that this was the culmination of my adolescent dreams. I only hoped it would be as amazing as I’d imagined.

Reba planted a line of kisses that made their way down to my belly and lower, causing me to shiver, then her eyes found mine and held them as she placed the last kiss on my mound. Taking in a long, trembling  breath, I instinctively lifted my hips, offering everything to my new lover.

She raised her face just enough to flash me a wry smile, then leaned back down, her tongue snaking out to lick my outer lips.

I gasped as the sweet sensation coursed through my body. Years of pent-up emotion, hours of repressed feelings were rushing through me like raging waters, pushing against a dam. Her tongue touched me again and I moaned, my hands gripping the sheets beneath me.

Reba licked softly, her tongue teasing the folds of my pussy, and I moaned again, louder this time. I was a mess, writhing with Reba lying between my thighs, the mixture of my juices and her saliva oozing down into the crack of my butt. I knew that there would be a huge damp spot left behind when Reba was done with me, and for some weird reason I wondered if she’d mind having to wash the sheets. All that was driven from my mind when her tongue found my clit, tracing soft circles around it and taking little teasing licks at the throbbing tip.

Part of me wanted to just lie back and enjoy, but another part wanted to watch. Pushing myself up on both elbows, I opened my eyes and looked down at her, breathing hard as the woman of my dreams voraciously ate me out. She still wasn’t done, though, and I yelped in surprise and pleasure as her lips closed on my clit, sucking it gently.

It was too much for me, way too much. Not even my most passionate solo sessions could compare with this. I’d never needed to come so desperately. I think Reba understood that, as she seemed to be urging me on to a huge finish. Her finger slid up and down the opening of my vagina as she continued to nurse at my clit. I reached down to pet her hair, and suddenly I felt myself boiling over.

My gasp turned into a squeak as a huge orgasm hit me, and I cried out as I began to shudder underneath Reba and her incredible mouth. Vaguely, I was aware that my fingers were gripping her hair, clutching her face against my spasming pussy as I came. Things got kind of crazy in my head after that.

Very slowly, I began to return to my body. The current of pleasure ebbed away gradually, flowing back to where it had come from. Reba was panting as I released my grip, and I felt a touch of fear that I might have hurt her, but then she dotted my mound and thighs and mound with soft little kisses, so I knew that everything was okay.

Just like I’d figured, when I moved there was a great wet patch on the sheets beneath me, and I couldn’t help but blush. Reba, however, was anything but upset. In fact, she was the most amazing sight — the woman of my dreams, sporting tousled hair, a loving smile, and a very moist mouth. I smiled back, and she crawled up to where I lay.

Reba cupped my cheek and we kissed, a sweet, erotic kiss as I wrapped both arms around my new lover and held her close. It was at that moment that I knew this was the start of something amazing.

*****

Special, incredible and immeasurable thanks to JetBoy. His mentoring and kind words helped me to finish this story, and without his help in editing, I don’t think it would be quite as good as it is in its final state. Love and kisses to you, JetBoy!

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 32

  • Posted on June 17, 2016 at 3:13 pm

Explaining Love and Other Bad News

By Cheryl Taggert 

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When I awoke the next day, I did so slowly, as if watching as a steady rain lightened to a shower, then a sprinkle, before ebbing to a mist and finally just clouds before giving way to clear skies. As I moved through those stages into wakefulness, I realized I wasn’t alone, feeling the warmth of someone in the bed beside me.

Then I remembered. Marie was there. She had spent the night, and we had made love during our time before falling asleep in each other’s arms. We had professed our undying love for one another and as I opened my eyes, I expected to see her there beside me, which she was. As I’d wanted, she was the first thing I saw on the morning I didn’t want to dawn, and my heartbeat moved from a waltz to hard rock.

Her eyes were closed. For a moment I thought she was still asleep, but then I wasn’t as sure. When we are asleep, our breathing is deep, slow, and measured. Marie’s breathing, however, was anything but. Some breaths were deep, some shallow. None of them were slow, and they were certainly not measured. Was she dreaming of me? Someone else? Her breathing sounded…erotic, as if she were near climax.

Then I noticed her eyes. They were shut, but not just that. They were squeezed closed. Another sign of what appeared to be happening. I grew excited myself as the thought crossed my mind that she seemed to be having, well, a wet dream. Despite the fun we’d had the night before, my little button began to respond. Heat and moisture gathered there as the small nubbin of flesh gradually sprang to life.

I lay as still as I could, not wanting to wake the girl I loved so much. No, I wanted to watch her as she came.

It was at this point that my ears decided to wake up, and I heard something that let me know there was more to this than I had at first thought. It was true that I wasn’t alone since Marie was there. But Marie was also not alone, and not because I lay beside her. Someone else was in the bed. I could hear the sounds of a tongue licking something even wetter than itself. I didn’t need three guesses to know what that would be.

Barely moving, I peered down and noticed a large lump beneath the bed sheets. The lump moved slowly, shifting slightly either to gain more comfort or to gain access to something on Marie’s body.

It was Jenna.

While I looked at my little sister’s soft movements beneath the sheets, Marie spoke up, whispering. “Shh. Don’t wake Cheryl.”

Marie wasn’t asleep after all. She was awake. Fully awake and aware of what Jenna was doing.

For a moment I was jealous. Marie wanted to be with Jenna and not me. I was about to speak up when a thought occurred to me: It was okay to love me and enjoy someone else’s company. That had never really occurred to me before, but then I’d never been in love before. I realized that I certainly enjoyed Deanna’s company and would continue to do so. Marie would not be deciding to turn her back on the relationship she shared with her sisters and mother, just as I would not refrain from enjoying Mom and Jenna. And if Marie had a friend that she thought of the way I thought of Deanna, she shouldn’t break that friendship off, either.

Later, when I talked to Mom about my love for Marie and how it was different from my love for anyone else, including Deanna, I also mentioned my sudden revelation about relationships. Mom told me it was the most mature thing she’d ever heard from anyone, adult or child. I beamed at the compliment and felt my heart expand with the utter and complete love I had for my mother.

When I discussed my love for Marie with Deanna, it was a different matter entirely, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

I could hear the slurping noises Jenna was making as she licked Marie’s most sensitive spot. Marie’s face was clenching and her breathing becoming even more ragged than it had been.

She was definitely close to her orgasm, and this made me wonder how long they’d been busy having sex and trying to allow me to sleep through it.

Suddenly, Marie’s breathing turned to gasps. Small whimpers issued from her throat as she came. Her only movements besides her breathing were her hands grasping and releasing the sheets and a slight involuntary undulation of her hips.

As she calmed down from the pleasure my little sister had brought her, I decided to make my presence known. Inching my hand down toward Marie’s hip, I stiffened my arm and suddenly threw the covers aside, revealing Jenna scrunched down between Marie’s spread legs, her lips wet with Marie’s juices, her eyes glazed over with lust. It was odd that her eyes, barely ten-years-old, could look so adult when adult pleasures affected them. At the same time, her eyes showed surprise, but it was a sort of drowsy surprise due to the sexual desire coursing through her body.

I also noticed my sister had one hand at her pussy. She was kneading it like a cat when it “makes bread” on someone’s leg or a piece of furniture. Her hand would grab the wet inner and outer lips, squeeze the tender flesh, and then release it again before repeating the process. I knew this was how Jenna kept things simmering until someone could do more to help her achieve the orgasm she longed for. Either that, or she would masturbate fully and bring herself to climax.

Marie’s eyes, like Jenna’s, were a study in lust and surprise. Art was one of my favorite classes at school, and I hoped to remember that look to attempt painting it one day. I could still see the moisture that had built up on my lover’s hairless mound, which was completely wet with a mixture of her delicious natural lubricant and Jenna’s saliva.

I laughed at them. It wasn’t a mean laugh, more of a giggle of delight at catching them unaware.

“How long have you been awake?” Marie asked, smiling at me. Maybe it was my imagination, but I could see the unspoken “I love you” behind her smile.

“Since right before you came,” I said. Then I looked at Jenna. “Couldn’t wait, huh? What time did you sneak in here?”

Jenna looked slightly annoyed. “I didn’t sneak in! Marie came and got me!”

“You did?” I asked.

Then thinking I might be jealous, she rushed to say, “Yeah, but it’s only because I was super horny and didn’t want to wake you.”

I enfolded my lover in my arms and kissed her. “It’s okay. I’m not jealous.”

She looked at me, tears starting to form. “Whew! I sorta wondered if you would be.”

“Nope. After all, while I love you and want to make love with you, that doesn’t mean I own you or that you own me. It just means we’re in love.”

“You’re in love?!” Jenna shrieked, her eyes once again growing to large round orbs, her eyebrows raised.

“Yes,” we said, in unison. I grinned at Marie and she looked back at me, a rare shy smile decorating her face.

“Does Mom know?”

“Not yet, but don’t tell her. That’s for me to do.”

“Okay,” Jenna said, “but can someone get me off? I’m still real horny.”

I chuckled and said to Marie, “I’m sure you would like to do the honors.”

“I would love it!” she said. “I’ve never tasted a pussy that young before.” Then she added, “Well, except for my own when I was younger.”

Jenna scooted up to join us and, kissing me, lay down, spreading her legs to allow Marie to get to her pussy. As she watched Marie get into place between her legs, a smile of pure joy seemed permanently glued to her face.

Marie knelt and began to kiss Jenna’s inner thighs while lightly brushing her tongue across the flesh there as if her tongue were a paintbrush and she was decorating the world’s most delicate material.

Jenna’s hips and thighs trembled at the intimate contact.  Each tiny jolt caused a slight ripple in the trembling that was like an electric current radiating through her body.

Then Marie began to chew softly on the same flesh, moving toward the mound that rose proudly from Jenna’s tummy. My lover’s tongue then snaked out to touch the sensitive slit, swiping from the opening to Jenna’s vagina to her clit, and even beyond that to where the slit ended and the puffy mound took over once again. The tiny hill of flesh mesmerized me as I watched Marie’s expert tongue play with my sister’s bare pussy.

I felt as if I could experience what Jenna was feeling. My own mound tingled with the desire to have Marie’s tongue, lips, and teeth on me down there.

Marie continued to softly chew the fleshy area of Jenna’s pussy mound. Her outer labia grew pink and wet with the stimulation and saliva. The inner labia became red for the same reason. I had never devoured a pussy in this manner before, and the gentle chewing fascinated me. I could tell Marie was being very careful not to bite down too hard, but the chewing on the labia, both outer and inner, was obviously driving Jenna into a sexual frenzy.

I got closer and watched as Marie’s teeth were followed by her lips and tongue, as if the teeth would cause slight discomfort and the lips and tongue, relief. Yet I knew Jenna was feeling no discomfort at all. Quite the contrary, she was rocking her hips in an effort to increase the stimulation and moaning loudly.

At that moment, Mom opened my bedroom door to check out the festivities that were taking place on my bed. I saw her smile lovingly at Jenna and she stood and watched what Marie was doing to make the girl she viewed as her younger daughter go wild with sexual desire.

Then Marie sat up and placed her hand on Jenna’s vulva, squeezing it the way Jenna had been doing earlier, keeping the passion on a high simmer. I was impressed at how observant Marie was to have noticed this before. She hadn’t commented on it, but she’d taken the information in and was using it now to pleasure my sister.

I could see that what Marie was doing to Jenna was also making herself very hot as well. Without touching herself, her hips were undulating as if someone were licking her pussy. I wondered if she would achieve another spontaneous orgasm.

I glanced at Mom again and noticed she, too, was mesmerized by what was happening. She seemed totally unaware that she’d reached down and had pushed her hand inside her sweats and panties — if indeed she’d been wearing panties to begin with. Small moans wafted from her.

Then I became aware that my own hand had begun rubbing my pussy at some point. It was as if I looked down and discovered this strange hand masturbating me.

Then I recognized that some of the moans I was hearing were mine.

God, this was making me so hot!! I was drenched. My hand was making squishy noises as I spread my natural lubrication — what seemed like gallons of it — over my cunt. My clit was poking up from its fleshy hood, begging for release of the orgasm that I knew waited just out of reach for now.

Marie noticed my mom and smiled at her, stopping her licking of Jenna long enough to say, “Would you like to be next?”

It was at that point that Mom had what I assume was her first orgasm of the day.

Then Marie adjusted how she was lying on the bed and said to me, “Put your pussy against mine and trib with me.”

I wasted no time granting her wish, which was my wish too, as it turned out.

Marie went back to work on Jenna’s pussy, doing that erotic chewing thing as her lips and tongue worked in unison with her teeth.

Jenna’s climax was so powerful that she screamed. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she cried out to nobody in particular as her orgasm consumed her. It sounded big enough to consume all of us, and in a way it did because I started coming at that moment myself. It was one of the best orgasms of my life to that point. It seemed to go on forever, and I didn’t mind one bit. I continued rubbing myself against Marie’s pussy, thinking how incredible this was.

Mom joined us on the bed, now naked as well. She bent over and started licking Marie’s recently shaved pussy, and Marie shifted over to sixty-nine with my mom.

And that was how my mom joined in on the sex with Marie. Of course, it was bound to happen, but it had been so unplanned. It seemed… natural.

After we all settled down, which was after Mom and Marie had come several times each, as well as Jenna and I after we finally got into our own sixty-nine beside them, I told my mom I was in love.

At first, she was worried that barging in and joining us might upset me, but of course it hadn’t. That’s when I told her about my philosophy on the idea that one can love a person yet be having various relationships with others as well. I used Deanna as an example.

“You might want to be careful about Deanna,” Mom said. “She may not take this as well as you hope.”

“She’ll be fine, happy for me, in fact,” I said, dismissing Mom’s warning, even though she looked extremely serious.

As it turned out, Mom’s comment turned out to be the understatement of the year.

******

After Marie went home a little after noon, I called Deanna. She was feeling much better, so I asked her if she wanted to come over for a little while, maybe even spend the night.

“My mom won’t let me go anywhere, but I think it’s okay if you come here, but I’m not sure about spending the night, at least not with me. Maybe you could sleep with Elizabeth. I’d suggest Mom, but Dad’s home, and while I think he’d love to see your naked bod in bed with them, I don’t think that’s what you have in mind.” She giggled at the scenario she’d created, and I joined her. Elizabeth was Deanna’s older sister, who was now seventeen, though she’d been only thirteen when I first touched her pussy.

“Ask, and I’ll come right over if I can. I have some things to talk to you about.”

“Why, what on earth could you think of to talk to little ole me about?” she said, mimicking Scarlet O’Hara in Gone with the Wind.

I laughed again, and as she went to ask if I could come over, I thought about our friendship. It was truly special. Not just because of the sex, though that certainly added a dimension or seven. We were just such good friends. We understood each other without having to explain anything, we laughed at the same stupid remarks and jokes, we frequently finished each other’s statements, and we would support each other no matter what.

I hoped that support extended to one of us being in love with another girl. I’d been confident with Mom and Marie about how Deanna would take the news, but the fact that Mom worried about it bothered me. She was usually right about those things, even though I was fairly certain she was wrong this time.

I was thinking how happy I was Deanna was feeling better when she picked up the phone. “C’mon over, city of Dover!” she said, which made me laugh again. Lately, she had taken to making these little rhymes in short statements like that. It had begun when we were watching this really old TV show called Happy Days and someone said, “See you later, alligator.” It had cracked Deanna and me up, especially after Mom told us the similar response, “After a while, crocodile.” She told us it was even a part of a song from that time that the show was supposed to be set, the 1950′s. We were thirteen, so it was hilarious.

About an hour later Mom dropped me off on her way to meet up with Gwen to get the latest about Cindy. She would pick me up about an hour later or so because Deanna’s mom had thought it best I not stay the night.

I walked to the door and rang the doorbell. When nobody answered after the first ring, I rang again.

A moment later, Deanna was there, holding the door open with a strange look on her face. “Mom said you must be the postman ‘cause you rang twice, but I don’t get it.”

I didn’t either. Her mom could be so weird sometimes with her vague comments.

“Can we go to your room and talk?”

“Sure,” she said and led the way upstairs. After she closed her door, she said, “We can’t, you know, do anything, though. Mom’s orders. I told her I’d masturbated like twice this weekend already, but she says that’s different.”

“Maybe if I had been the postman, she’d have let us,” I said, not knowing why I’d said it except that I was suddenly nervous about this conversation. Mom had said again that Deanna may not be thrilled, but I couldn’t understand why not, really. It wasn’t as if I didn’t still love her.

Deanna made this ‘who-the-fuck-knows?’ smirk and shrugged. Then she plopped down beside me on her bed. “So what’s up, buttercup?”

I grinned, consumed with love for my friend, but still knowing it was different from how I felt about Marie.

But that was what was up. She is my friend, not my lover, at least not in the way Marie was. I guess you could call us fuck-buddies.

“I kinda hafta tell you something,” I said.

She got this serious look on her face. It was obvious what I had to say was important and would require a lot of discussion.

“What is it?” she asked, her brow furrowing with concern. “Is it about Cindy?”

“No,” I said, then paused. I had been pondering all day how to tell her, and I still hadn’t decided. Then it occurred to me that the simplest way was the easiest.

“I’m in love.”

She looked stunned. It was easy to see she wasn’t the object of my love. Had she been, the conversation would not have gone as it had. And the focus would have been if she was in love with me, not that I was in love.

She probably knew the answer before asking, but she asked anyway, perhaps because she could think of nothing else to say.

“Who with?”

“Marie.”

“I knew it!” Anger flashed.

“I still love you!” I said, trying to weaken the storm that was brewing.

“Great! But you’ll want to spend all your time with… her!” Tears were forming already and overflowing her beautiful eyes. I followed suit. I wasn’t sure whether her tears were of anger, sadness, jealousy, or all three. Maybe more.

Mine were all tears of anguish from the fact I’d caused my best friend in the world great pain.

Mom had tried to prepare me for this, but I’d insisted that Deanna would see no real problem with this and congratulate me for finding happiness, even if we were only thirteen. I had pictured this going differently, even while suspecting it might go the way Mom had said it probably would. I had pictured smiles, tears of joy, congratulations.

I’d gotten the worst Deanna could offer instead. I actually thought for a moment she was going to hit me.

“But—“ I began, but she cut me off.

“Fine! Fine! Go be with her! I’m sure she’ll make you super happy!” She threw a stuffed animal at me and stood up.

“Deanna—”

“You heard me! GET OUT! GO!” she yelled.

“Are you in love with me?” I asked.

“Duh!” she screamed at me, and I was floored. Her face had this “how in the hell could you not know?” quality.

I knew she loved me. We said it to each other all the time. “I love you” was just a part of our natural conversations, especially when parting or hanging up after a phone call. I had never considered how she meant it.

I’d never known she was IN love with me.

To me, they were different things, and they are. For a moment, I wondered if she knew there was a difference, but realized that of course, she did.

I just never had understood that my best friend viewed me romantically.

She was sobbing now and yelling louder.

“So GO! GO! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!” she screamed.

Suddenly Jessie, her mom, was at the door to her room, which she opened without knocking. Deanna’s sister, Elizabeth, was standing behind Jessie, looking concerned. I didn’t blame her. I had said or done something to make her sister lose her mind.

“Deanna!” Jessie scolded gently. “What’s the matter?”

Taking a look at her mother made her cry harder and run to her. Deanna hugged her mom tightly and sobbed into Jessie’s chest and shoulder. “Cheryl” … sob … “loves” … sob … “Marie.”

I stood there at a loss, oddly thinking Jessie and Elizabeth would jump me or start yelling at me or something. I felt I deserved it. I was crying too, but not as hard as Deanna. I’d broken her heart.

Jessie shushed her, stroking her hair and holding her. I could see in Jessie’s eyes she wasn’t angry with me and that she understood.

I wanted to tell Deanna about my philosophy, but of course it wouldn’t work now — she didn’t just love me, she was in love with me. And that made a world of difference.

No, Deanna wouldn’t understand my philosophy at all, no matter how mature my mom had said it was.

I just stood there and looked at my best friend, who had been grinning and laughing with me just two minutes before.

When Deanna looked back at me with something akin to hatred, I burst into sobs myself. I went to her and tried to hold her, too, but she would have none of it, pushing me away and yelling for me to leave.

Jessie muttered something and the next thing I knew, I was being escorted into Elizabeth’s room. She was seventeen now and had a boyfriend, though she sometimes still joined Deanna and me in bed, not to mention their mom. Her boyfriend knew nothing of this side of her, of course. “He’d just want to watch,” she had said, which was almost certainly true. I don’t know why these things occurred to me then, but I suppose I was in a brief state of shock, causing my mind to wander in confusion.

She led me to her bed and sat beside me, holding me as I cried. Every time I pictured that look Deanna had given me, my sobs began anew.

Yet I knew my pain over something like that was nothing compared to Deanna’s. I was hurt, but she was devastated.

“Shh,” Elizabeth said, holding me to her and soothing me by softly rubbing my back. “It’ll be okay.”

“How?”

“She’ll eventually understand and forgive you.”

That kind of made me mad. I’d done nothing wrong, really. I’d simply fallen in love with someone other than Deanna.

“Forgive me for what? Falling in love?”

“Yes. With Marie, not her.”

“How could I so easily destroy my friendship with Deanna in a matter of… seconds?” I asked, trying to stop my tears but failing.

“It isn’t destroyed,” Elizabeth said. “Just off the tracks.”

“Oh, yeah? Did you see the look she gave me?” I began to bawl again. “She hates me now!”

“She doesn’t hate you. She still loves you, in fact. She’s just hurt.”

“She hates me because I’m the one who hurt her.”

“She’ll get over it,” she said and paused before continuing. “You never knew?”

“That she was IN love with me? No.”

“That’s funny. Mom and I have known for at least a year. Before that it was friendship, maybe, but since she reached full puberty, it’s been full-steam-ahead love. That’s how I know she’ll get over it. She absolutely adores you.”

I considered that and how I’d hurt her without really understanding how she felt.

“I don’t deserve her,” I said, lying back on the bed.

Elizabeth lay back with me and continued to hold me. We said little more. I kept expecting her to put her hand down my pants or something, but she didn’t of course. I may have been upset, but sex was not what I needed right then, and Deanna certainly didn’t need to walk in and catch me having sex with her sister, no matter how often I had done it before.

I wondered if our relationship would change if we ever managed to work this out. She might decide she never wanted me to be with anyone else, sexually. She may want an exclusive relationship. I knew I couldn’t do that. I was not what could be called monogamous at all. I was capable of romantically loving only one person, but when it came to sex, that would never work. My libido was much too strong to ever be confined to having only one person satisfy it. I wasn’t sure it could be done, in fact, not even with Marie.

Then Jessie came into Elizabeth’s room and sat beside us.

“I’m sorry that happened,” she said. “She doesn’t mean it really. She’s just hurting right now.”

“Yeah, me too,” I said, but regretted it immediately.

“She loves you, you know,” Jessie said.

“Yeah, I finally figured that out,” I said and regretted that too. What was wrong with me? Jessie was trying to be helpful, and all I could do was be a smartass.

I looked at Jessie and could see she understood. She understood her daughter’s feelings and mine. I was grateful and pulled away from Elizabeth and hugged her, telling her I was sorry for being a bitch to her. She’d been like a second mom to me since I was nine. Four years in the life of a thirteen-year-old is a long time.

I cried some more but most of the tears were drained from me. I heard the doorbell and knew Mom was here to pick me up.

It was going to be one shitty ride home.

I went down and met Mom in the foyer at the bottom of the stairs. She could tell how things had gone by the look on my face and the red, tear-stained eyes.

As I walked out to the car with her to fill her in on what she could already guess, I looked at the landing of the stairs above us before the door closed and saw Deanna. She just watched me leave. There was no expression on her face at all. It was empty.

Like me, her tears had dried up, but the pain was alive and well.

I noticed Mom didn’t look too happy and I was sorry I had caused everyone so much pain until I remembered she had met Gwen. Was it bad news?

I got in the car dreading everything about the ride home and the night to come. My life had gone from ecstasy to devastation in less than twenty-four hours.

The good news was that Mom wasn’t sad because she’d gotten bad news about Cindy, but she had gotten bad news that sort of related to that. Kinsey Harris, the call girl who had spoken to Gwen about Cindy, though she’d not had much to tell, had disappeared too. That was unusual, to say the least. She’d been with her ‘employers’ for three years. These girls didn’t ‘disappear’ until they were no longer useful. Mom said Kinsey was only twenty-four and still drop dead gorgeous, so she was definitely still ‘useful’ to them. To say Kinsey had disappeared was more like saying she had died, and it was probably more accurate.

The dark cloud that had descended on my life grew more ominous and threatening.

As I sat back in my seat, I muttered, “What next?”

Continue on to Chapter 33

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 131

  • Posted on June 15, 2016 at 3:57 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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You’ll never guess what happened the very next night. It was like the culmination of everything that had begun nearly two and a half years earlier when I first watched my mom have sex with the babysitter, spying on them from upstairs…

The initial hint of something special came at around noon on that Saturday, December 18th, when the phone rang. It was Paula Crawford, calling to float an idea with my mom. She proposed that together they throw a big New Year’s Eve bash — an exclusive kind of party, for mothers and daughters only — and hold it at Paula’s house, which was even larger and nicer than ours. Their place was built on the side of a hill and had a huge rec room on the lower level that opened onto a backyard patio. It was a perfect spot. Even if it ended up too cold that night to spend much time outside, we could still grill out there and bring the food inside.

Mommy thought this was a wonderful idea. She and Paula brainstormed for a while, coming up with plans for what to eat and drink and working on an invitation list. In addition to our extended family — including Dana and Chelsea, plus Megan and Samantha — Theresa and her daughter Emily definitely would be there. Paula had already talked with them about it. She also said that Alexa insisted she wanted Hannah and Lindsey to be invited, along with their mothers. That was fine with us, of course (I was standing by my mom, listening in). Mommy next suggested we include Karen and Miranda and Marisol. Paula hadn’t met them yet, but she said that sounded great. Then I nudged my mom and whispered that we should also invite Ms. Firth and Cadence. That idea was accepted as well, and the guest list was complete.

Assuming that everyone could attend, it added up to 22 people (not counting the baby, Jorge), with nine moms, four teenagers, and nine pre-teen girls. Quite a party!

But then, after this discussion was complete, my mother and Paula made even more plans. They decided on the spur of the moment that they wanted to go out dancing that very night. Paula clicked some buttons on her phone, turning it into a three-way call with Theresa, who quickly agreed to join the gaiety. Dana and Megan were already at our house, so they were easily invited too. It would be a fun night of clubbing and dancing for the moms, while I would be responsible for staying home and taking care of all the girls. Lucky me!!

And then still another thing happened. Shortly after my mom hung up with Paula, the phone rang again. This time it was for me.

“Julie?”

“Yeah?”

“Hi, this is Alexa.”

“Oh, hey, Alexa — how are you?”

“I’m good, how are you?”

“I’m great.”

“Okay, so, um, I guess our moms are going out tonight, right?”

“Yeah, I guess they are,” I nodded.

“And, well, I hope you don’t think I’m rude, calling up and inviting myself again, but like… is it okay if I come over to your place too, along with Riley?”

“Is it okay? Sure it is! Of course it’s okay!” I gushed, grinning like a maniac.

“Good,” she chuckled, “I’m glad you don’t mind that I have no manners at all.”

“No, I don’t care,” I giggled. And then, feeling bold, I added, “Anyway, I think you’re really cute, and I can’t wait to see you again.”

“Aww, Julie, you’re the best. You always know what to say to make me feel good.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, so I just stood there blushing and giggling. Why in the world would this older girl like someone like me, who was such a total dork? I didn’t know the answer, but I sure was glad she did!

“All right, so, I guess I’ll see you tonight then,” said Alexa.

“Yeah, okay, cool. See you tonight. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Wow! Oh my god! That was twice now that Alexa had called up to ask if she could come over and spend time us, with me. It was so awesome!

I was floating on air the rest of the day, impatient for the evening to hurry up and get there and the other girls to show up, Emily and Riley and Alexa. Chelsea and Samantha were already at our house. They’d had dinner with us, along with their moms.

At around 8:00, Theresa and Riley arrived, and Paula and her two daughters not long after that. The women stood around for a few minutes complimenting one another on their appearance — all five looked hot, dressed for a sexy night of flirting and showing off their bodies — and then they left. Megan drove, as usual, since she would typically drink the least.

So there we were, seven girls from age 16 down to age 7, ready to have our own kind of fun.

“What do you guys want to do?” I asked, looking around at the group. The others just shrugged, no one making a suggestion yet.

“Um, do you want, like, I mean, something to drink? Or maybe some dessert or whatever?” This I addressed to Alexa, feeling it was the polite thing to say.

“No, not really, not now,” she said. “But thanks, maybe later.”

“Wanna play Undercover Spy?” asked Kate.

The younger kids thought this sounded terrific — but Alexa had another idea. “We could, that would be great. Except, you know what? I wanna do the nipple test first, like last time, okay?”

The Nipple Test! Omigod yes!! Now everyone was really excited.

“Okay, so we’ll need a blindfold,” I said. “And of course we need to get naked.”

“That’s no problem,” grinned Alexa, pulling her hoodie sweatshirt off. Underneath she wore a thin white tank top with no bra, and the blonde teenager quickly removed that too. We all stared at her revealed breasts, so much more developed than ours. They weren’t especially large, probably a B-cup, but beautifully rounded like a pair of apples, and topped with pert pink nipples.

We’d seen her boobs before, of course, at the giant slumber party only a week earlier, but that didn’t stop us from gawking. It would be very easy for any one of us, completely blindfolded, to identify her by touch. Alexa had the most amazing tits!

She gave us a toothy cheerleader smile, proudly holding out her chest, obviously relishing the attention.

Kate was the first to follow her lead after we’d all finished staring. My sister yanked off the long-sleeved shirt she was wearing, along with a short-sleeved shirt, tugging them both off at once and tossing them away. At 11 years old, Katie still didn’t have much in the way of boobs. They’d already acquired a nice shape, however, even if they were only about the size of egg yolks. Her brown nipples looked like little buttons.

“Nice,” Alexa nodded, her gaze eagerly taking in my sister’s small breasts.

“You like girls?” Kate blurted.

This was kind of forward, and a bit awkward. I hadn’t told Kate, or anyone else, about the private conversation I’d had with Alexa on the night of the party, just before we fell asleep, when she confessed to me that she was a closet lesbian.

Evidently Kate could read the signs, though, could detect a same-sex longing in the older girl’s eyes. But now I was worried that Alexa might be angry, might think I’d revealed her secret. Luckily, that wasn’t a problem.

“Yeah, um, I…” the teen stammered for a moment, blushing, then recovered. “It’s true, I do like girls. I haven’t told many people yet, hardly anyone really, but I guess it’s okay. Might as well let everyone know. I like girls.”

“That’s cool,” said Kate. “I like girls too. I’m a lesbian.”

“Me too,” added my sister Molly, and this was echoed by Chelsea and Samantha, who stated almost in unison, “Me too.”

“And you already know I am,” I laughed. “My whole family is.”

Alexa turned to look at Emily, raising her eyebrows as if to ask the question. The lovely 9-year-old just shrugged her shoulders, not saying a word. But when Alexa’s gaze next went to her own sister, Riley, the flirty blonde cheerfully piped up, “I think I do, you know, like girls better, I mean. I like Emily and Molly, and um, well, all the ones here. I like girls.”

“More than boys?” Alexa asked.

“Uh-huh,” Riley nodded.

“Wow…” said Alexa.

“I think, um, maybe I do too,” Emily ventured, “but, you know, I don’t know for sure, maybe though.”

“It’s okay if you don’t know for sure,” I told her. “And it’s okay if you like boys better, either way is fine. Or if you like both, that’s fine too. Whatever makes you happy, that’s all that matters. Don’t worry about what anyone else says or thinks. Just do what feels right for you.”

“Yeah, Julie’s right,” said Alexa. “I should, um, I really should be more brave, I guess, and not try to hide it any more. But, anyway… are we gonna do the nipple test now?”

“Yeah!” came the affirmative chorus — and right away the rest of the girls began taking off their clothes. I did too, and within less than a minute, we were all nude, standing around and looking at each other in the family room, giggling.

“Lemme get a blindfold,” said Kate, going to the cabinet by the TV where we stored all the scarves and things for Undercover Spy. She found the strip of black cloth we’d used before, and pulled it out. “Who’s gonna be first?”

We did the test, taking turns, although with fewer girls it wasn’t especially difficult to identify who was who. The 7-year-olds, Chelsea and Samantha, both still had completely flat chests, of course, but Samantha was several inches taller than her best friend so it was fairly easy to distinguish between them. The three 9-year-olds, Molly, Riley, and Emily, each showed only the barest beginnings of development, cute little buds. Emily’s, however, were the most pronounced. In the past year or so, she’d really started to sprout, gaining height and a bit of a figure. It was clear that as the girl continued to mature she would become a striking beauty, just like Theresa. Riley and my sister Molly had not much more than puffy nipples at that stage, but while Riley was slim, Molly, who was almost a year younger than her friends (she’d skipped second grade), still had some baby fat. They weren’t too hard to tell apart, even with a blindfold on.

As a result, nearly all of us made a perfect score. We didn’t have prizes this time, but that was okay, because the game itself was so much fun — feeling each other up for much longer than was really needed, fondling and stroking the bare nipples while pretending to have a hard time figuring out who it was we were touching.

I went last, and by the time my turn was over, my pussy was very wet. I wondered if it would show, but when the black cloth was removed from my eyes and I glanced down between my legs, I didn’t see any telltale moisture. I certainly could feel it, though!

Now it was time for Undercover Spy.

“Are we gonna use the same secret kiss?” Alexa asked. “Or should we make up a different one?”

“No, we won’t use kisses,” Kate told her. “That’s only for when you have a really big group, with lots of teams.”

“Oh, okay.” Alexa nodded, frowning slightly. She’d only played the game once and didn’t know that the rules could vary, depending on, well, on a lot of things.

Kate went on, “But we do have to search each other for hidden weapons.”

“Weapons??” Alexa blinked. There’d been no mention of this the previous time she played.

“Yeah,” said Kate, “we — well, I’ll you about that after we get upstairs, in the closet.”

“I like doing that,” Riley giggled.

“Me too,” I agreed, rubbing the girl’s shoulder.

“Um, but let’s see, teams…” Katie put a hand on her chin, looking over the group. “We’ll have two teams, red and blue, and two evil scientists, me and, uh, Chelsea. Lemme get scarves for you guys.”

She dug out three scarves of each color, then split us into teams. I was on the red team with Riley and Samantha. The blue team was Molly, Emily, and Alexa.

After turning off all the lights, we followed my sister up the stairs, wearing nothing but scarves tied around our foreheads. Kate found a secret formula bottle in her bedroom and handed it to Chelsea, then led us down the hall to Mommy’s room. There she ushered us into the walk-in closet, shutting the door behind us. The only light still on in the house was the one above our heads.

“I know you don’t know this,” Kate said to Alexa, “but usually when we play, we start by taking off each other’s clothes and then searching for hidden weapons, ‘cause that’s what real spies do, right?”

The older girl nodded, white teeth gleaming in a huge smile. It was clear she would go along with anything, no matter how extreme. I looked at her erect nipples, thinking how nice it was going to be to play with her in the dark, when we did the search. My pussy was getting even wetter.

“Okay, so, we’re gonna search each other, after I turn off the light,” said Kate. “You have to search everyone, even people on your own team, plus me and Chelsea too. Search everybody everywhere, all over, make sure they’re not hiding anything, okay?”

Everyone nodded. We were eager to start!

Kate switched off the light and we began the search. As with our nipple test, this went on quite a bit longer than was actually necessary. Our hands and fingers went everywhere, touching and feeling and probing. There were sounds of heavy breathing and soft moans. It quickly became warm inside the closet, a steamy, almost tropical heat, not just from our bodies but from our feverish sexual arousal.

When girls reached between my legs, they discovered my moisture, my abundant lubrication. No one said anything about it, but more than one of them used that slippery fluid to rub my pussy, stroking my clit, a few even reaching down to insert a finger briefly into my vagina, thrilling me.

I wasn’t the only girl who was wet and creamy. Kate was too, and so was Emily. And Alexa! Oh my god, Alexa!

When I put my hand between her legs, feeling the teen’s smoothly shaved pussy lips, I immediately encountered a big gooey glob of her juices. There was so much of it I wondered if some had dripped onto the floor — and that thought made me even hotter. I boldly caressed her labia, rubbing the wetness all around. She had her hands on my breasts, squeezing the nipples. We both groaned in pleasure.

I grabbed her butt with my other hand, pulling her against me. Straddling Alexa’s thigh, I humped the older girl’s leg as I aggressively rubbed her pussy. In response, she pinched my nipples even harder, enough to hurt, but I didn’t mind that. I loved it, it totally turned me on.

Showing surprising will power, I managed to convince myself I really shouldn’t have sex with Alexa — not then and there, anyway, but maybe later! — and reluctantly drew my hand away from her crotch. Before leaving her, however, I raised the hand to her mouth, running my slippery fingers along her lower lip. She giggled and briefly licked the fingers, and then we separated, moving on to other girls.

Finally, after another few minutes, after we’d all had numerous opportunities to fondle each of the others in the dark, Kate said the search was over.

“Okay, so, Chelsea and me are gonna take one team out now, the red team,” she told us, “and put ‘em inside another closet. Then we’ll yell and say it’s time to count to a hundred while we go and hide somewhere downstairs, all right?”

We played the exciting game, racing and chasing and laughing and wrestling — plus a lot more groping of one another’s naked bodies — until at last the red team claimed victory, getting back to our mother’s bed with the bottle containing the secret formula. My team won, yay! Truthfully, though, I didn’t care very much about winning. It was just fun to play.

We sat there together, panting and grinning: eight hot and sweaty girls, a few of us with creamy pussies, now plainly visible. What, I wondered, would happen next?

Several suggestions suddenly came out all at once, overlapping in comic fashion. After we finished giggling about that, we sifted through the possibilities. Riley wanted to do one of the secret kisses again, the version that involved giving hickeys. Everyone agreed this was a good idea, since the marks we’d received a week earlier had almost entirely faded away. Mine was still the most visible, a big one my sister Kate had planted on my left breast. Molly wanted to play Truth or Dare, and the other girls liked that idea as well. Samantha’s proposal was to have ice cream — and that’s what we decided to do before anything else, because why wouldn’t we?

We trooped downstairs, filled up bowls with Ben and Jerry’s, then sat on the carpeted floor in the family room, enjoying our treats. We were in a circle, still naked, of course, each girl sitting cross-legged, chatting happily. After our ice cream, we’d play Truth or Dare, and following that we’d refresh the hickeys.

“And, um, you know, there’s another thing I think we oughta do later,” I said, after swallowing a spoonful of Chunky Monkey.

“What’s that?” asked Alexa.

“Well, we haven’t really talked about it yet, but are you staying over tonight? Riley and Emily are, I know that, but are you?”

“Um, yeah, I guess so. If it’s okay, I mean, if you want me to.”

“Yeah, I do want you to,” I told her.

“Okay,” the teenager smiled, giving me a wink.

“But, what I want to do is, after the moms come home…” and I proceeded to lay out my plan, a scheme that made everyone itchy with anticipation.

It still wasn’t very late then, not quite 10:00, and none of the girls seemed the least bit sleepy at that point, not even the youngest ones. I didn’t expect the women to get back until around midnight, however, if not later, and I was hoping I could keep everyone awake until they arrived. It all turned out perfectly, as you will see.

Continue on to Chapter 132

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 31

  • Posted on June 12, 2016 at 9:57 pm

Marie Spends the Night – After an Interesting Friday at School

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

Friday finally arrived and I got to school early, hoping Marie would show up early too so we could talk. Deanna had gotten sick, so she had missed the last two days and would miss again today, so Marie would be the only girl I would want to talk to before school. Sure enough, ten minutes before the first bell, she walked up, having been dropped off early again by her sister Linda. She was usually dropped off by Sara, but she had told me that Linda could drop her off earlier, and now she had a reason to arrive early at school.

We hugged when she arrived, and I noticed Ms. Patterson coming up the sidewalk from her car. She saw us, and when she passed by she said for us not to get too chummy with each other. We giggled openly at that. I think she was getting the idea, finally, that we weren’t just experimenting with each other. She knew who my mom was, and I wondered if she realized that calling her did not get me in trouble.

Of course, this was a private school, and they could have kicked us both out, but my mom was a big contributor to the school, giving lots of money to the arts program, and they wouldn’t want to say good-bye to that kind of cash. And because I was safe from being kicked out, so was Marie, even if her parents didn’t give donations like my mom did. At least I don’t think they did.

“So, it’s the big night tonight,” I said, grinning.

“Yeah, I can’t wait,” Marie answered. Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

“So, did you bring something to sleep in?” I asked, meaning to tease her if she had.

“Just my skin,” she said, giggling. “But I did bring a change of clothes for tomorrow. Shorts, a shirt, socks, and panties. They’re in my book bag.”

“What for?” I asked. “We’re just going to hang around my house naked when we get up.”

“Really? What would your mom think?” she asked.

“Well, let’s just say she’ll be fine with it.”

“What’d'ya mean, she’ll be fine with it? Is there some catch?”

I motioned her over to the planter again, and we sat. She knew I had a secret to tell her. I figured since she told me about her and her sisters, I could tell her about me and my family.

“What is it?” she asked, anxious to hear whatever I had to say that involved making sure we were alone.

“If I tell you something, you gotta swear never to say a word to anyone,” I said.

“Hey, I’m all about keeping secrets. I’ve kept the one about my family and me, haven’t I?”

“Well, I guess, but you did tell me.”

“That’s because I know I can trust you. You strike me as someone who doesn’t have many hangups when it comes to sex.”

“Hey, girl, I have zero hangups about sex.”

“I could tell,” she said, giggling. “Just like me. Now, hurry up and tell me before the bell rings and we have to go in. I want some reaction time.”

“Reaction time?” I asked.

“You know. You tell me a secret, I react and go bonkers about it or something. Reaction time!”

“Oh, okay.” I paused for a second to build the drama.

Slapping my shoulder, she said, “Give!”

I laughed. Then we put our heads close together. At that moment, the bell rang.

“I guess I’ll have to tell you later,” I said, giggling. “I wouldn’t want to destroy your reaction time.”

Her mouth dropped open in disbelief. “You better tell me right now, Cheryl, or I’ll… I’ll…”

“You’ll what?” I said, grinning at her.

“Well, I won’t make out with you tonight.”

“Yes, you will. I’m irresistible,” I said, still grinning.

“Come on!” she said. “Everyone’s going in!”

“Okay. You know how you and your sisters have had sex with each other since you were five?”

“Yeah. I know that. Remember? I’m the one who told you.”

“Well…” I paused again for effect. “My mom and I have been doing it since I was six.”

I could tell that was definitely NOT what she expected. Her eyes grew big, the whites showing all around and her jaw dropped wide open. She seemed speechless.

Standing up and starting toward the doors, I said, “Well, I guess we better go in. We only have another four minutes till we’re late for first class.”

“No! No! NO!” she said, grabbing my arm to stop me and turn me to look at her. “Are you fucking kidding me?!” She was keeping her volume down, but her excitement was clear.

I grinned, saying nothing.

“Really?! This isn’t some bad joke because I told you about me and my sisters?!”

“No joke.”

“Holy fucking shit! I thought you were going to tell me you and your sister Jenna fooled around!”

“Oh, yeah. That too,” I said, still grinning like a cat let loose in a fish market.

“Oh, shit!” she said, and then she did something I had never seen anyone do before.

She came. Standing right there outside of the school building, she had a spontaneous orgasm. I could see it in her eyes. She hunched and grunted, her mouth going all funny. Then her eyes closed, and she moaned. We were alone by then, the other kids having gone inside, and she put her hand to her pussy and squeezed it through the jumper she wore.

“Oh, my God!” I said. “Did you just come?”

“Uh-huh. I do that sometimes when I get really turned on about something. I had been wondering if you and your sister got together and was hoping you did so we could all fool around together after your mom went to bed or something. Now, we don’t even have to worry about that.”

“Nope. My mom is totally cool with whatever we do together, even with Jenna.”

“Stop it. You’re gonna make me come again, and I have to get to band.” She played the flute in band, and because she was in the concert band, she had it first class.

We entered the building and we each made a mad dash for our classes. My class was science with Mr. Whitley. I had become one of his favorite pupils in the past week since I had flashed him in class the day Clare made me go without panties.

I had to run past Ms. Patterson’s room to get to the science wing, and she was standing outside her door, urging students to get to class. She gave me a strange look as I rushed past, as if wondering what Marie and I had been up to that made me late.

“You’ll never guess,” I mumbled to myself as I ran down the hall.

The tardy bell rang just as I got within about ten feet of Mr. Whitley’s room, but he just smiled and said, “Come on in, Princess.” I smiled my thanks to him, even though what I’d done a few days before should have earned me excused tardies for the rest of the year.

By the time I got to math class, the class Marie and I shared, I couldn’t think of anything else but Marie’s spontaneous orgasm. I was shocked that she could have them, but mostly I was jealous. I wished I could do that. I’ve gotten to the point plenty of times that I could just touch myself and come because I’d gotten so turned on and denied myself a climax for so long, or maybe squeeze my legs together and have a small orgasm, but I had never just come without even touching myself or doing anything the way Marie had. She had just been standing there, and I suppose the thought of me and my mom and Jenna all together pushed her over the brink. Either that, or it was the thought of her with Jenna and maybe even my mom. I didn’t know, but I did know it was highly erotic whatever it was.

In any case, I couldn’t get it out of my mind. When Marie entered the room, I was already at my desk, so she was looking at me as she walked to her seat. I made a big, silent show of looking at her face then down to her pussy. She got the hint and when I looked back up to her face on my little visual journey, she winked at me.

Then she reached and dropped a note on my desk.

It read, “Ask to go to the bathroom. I’ll meet you there.”

Wow, decision time. I didn’t want to miss any of my math since it wasn’t my best subject and I needed all the explanations Mr. Carlton could provide. Then again, this was Marie, my bathroom soulmate if ever there was one. Still, we had sort of developed a rep with Ms. Patterson and Mr. Spivey, and I didn’t want to push things. I definitely didn’t want to get caught again.

I finally decided to choose friend over school work. After all, I was a self-respecting thirteen-year-old, so naturally that was my choice when push came to shove.

When we got to work on some problems about twenty minutes before the end of class, I got up and asked Mr. Carlton if I could go to the restroom. He looked at me as if I’d lost my mind for even asking, but he let me go when I told him it was a female thing. All the male teachers let the girls go to the bathroom when they said that. It was like some unwritten rule or something because if we happened to be telling the truth, which most of us weren’t, there would be hell to pay if we were forced to sit in our own menstrual blood and stain our clothes for the world to see. At a place like this, it could maybe get a teacher fired. The only thing was you had to keep track with which teacher you told when. It was an easy lie to get caught in if you tried it two weeks in a row or something.

I got to the bathroom and peed for the sake of at least being able to say I really had to go. Then I waited for Marie. When four minutes had passed and she hadn’t shown, I got concerned. Stepping to the door, I stuck my head out and glanced around to see if I could see her.

No Marie. The hallway was deserted.

Okay, this was officially weird. After five minutes, I figured someone would come looking for me if I didn’t get back to class, and two days in a row of that would not go well. I had no choice but to return to math and Mr. Carlton.

When I walked in, I looked toward Marie’s desk. She was still there, and I could see she was fuming. As I walked past Mr. Carlton’s desk, he cleared his throat to get my attention. When I looked at him, he signaled me over to his desk.

“Don’t try that again,” was all he said about my journey to the bathroom. Then he pointed angrily at my desk. “And if you don’t finish, you cannot do it for homework. I’ll grade what you have completed.” I felt myself blushing.

Mr. Carlton was really pissed, but I didn’t know why exactly. As I passed Marie’s desk, she slipped me a note. Looking at her, I could see she was still very pissed about something, probably because Mr. Carlton wouldn’t let her go to the restroom.

But when I looked at her note, my heart sank. Then I got pissed too.

Her note said, “He knows about yesterday. Someone told him. Ms. Patterson, I guess. He said I couldn’t go to the bathroom for ‘a repeat performance’ of yesterday.”

When I looked up from the note, she was still fuming, glancing back at me to see my reaction. Her jaw was so tense I thought someone could use it as an anvil to hammer against and angry tears threatened to spill over her eyelids.

I worked on my classwork as hard as I could, trying to ignore what had happened. I was majorly pissed at Ms. Patterson. I couldn’t believe she had told anyone else about yesterday. She had seemed so… cool about the incident, as if she wanted to make sure nobody made a mountain out of a molehill regarding what we’d done.

I finished all but the last five problems, which pretty well assured me of making no better than a D on the assignment, which only added gasoline to the fire of my anger.

When I got outside Mr. Carlton’s room, I told Marie I would see her out front after school, and that tonight we’d make up for all the hell we’d dealt with that week.

Then I made a bee-line to Ms. Patterson’s room. I was so angry at her, I knew I would have to control myself when I got there. I didn’t want to be suspended for cussing out a teacher, no matter how much money my mom gave the school. If I said the things I was thinking, I would definitely be suspended for a few days.

So as I approached her room, I took several deep breaths to get my composure, which was cracking already because tears had formed and were threatening to cascade down my cheeks at any second.

When I got there, she was standing outside again, saying hello to students as they entered and urging other students in the halls to hurry to their next class and not be late, as she’d been doing earlier.

I stopped directly in front of her and said, “Can you and I talk for a moment?”

She could see I was obviously upset. She said, “What is it, Cheryl? Did someone call you a name or something?”

“Not yet,” I said, thinking once word got out to the students, it would certainly start. I knew being caught could result in that, but I had never considered that the source of the leak would be a teacher. “I just need to talk to you.”

“Okay, talk,” she said, acting as if she had no idea why I might be upset.

“Why did you tell Mr. Carlton?”

“What?” She looked surprised by my question. I wondered if she were just giving herself time to come up with an answer.

“You told Mr. Carlton!” I said, hissing the words while trying to control my volume and keep others from hearing.

“I did no such thing. You mean he knows?”

“Yes.”

“About yesterday and what you and Marie… well, about what happened?”

“Yes!” I spat the word. She could easily see I was unbelievably pissed.

“Honey, I have no idea how he knows. I didn’t tell him anything. In fact, I only told your mother and Marie’s sister.” I looked at the shock on her face and realized she hadn’t been the one to tell him.

But if not her, then who?

“Then who told?” I asked. “It was so embarrassing!” The tears began to fall.

“Sweetie, I –” Then she stopped. I could tell she knew who had told Mr. Carlton and I wondered if she would share it with me.

Then suddenly, she didn’t have to share the name with me after all. It hit me like a sudden slap in the face exactly who told because he was the only other person who knew.

Mr. Spivey. We always called him Mr. Spidey behind his back, though it never was meant as a connection to the super hero, Spiderman, who sometimes referred to himself as ‘Spidey.’ No, it had been a mean joke, but now it fit perfectly. He was like a creepy spider, lying in wait.

“That bastard!” The words had come from me, not Ms. Patterson, and I didn’t even try to look sorry.

“Shh,” Ms. Patterson said. “I don’t want to have to deal with another disciplinary action with you.” Then she pulled me to her and held my head to her breast as I really began to cry. She stroked my hair and shushed me. I thought how nice she was to do that, and I didn’t even think about her boobs, not even with her left one pressed against my cheek, at least not at that moment.

The bell rang to start her class, and she stuck her head in and said, “Everyone begin reading on page 247. I’ll be back in a minute.”

With that, she put her arm around my shoulder and guided me to the front office for the second time in as many days. When we entered, she didn’t even bother to ask to see Mr. Spivey. She simply ushered me into the empty conference room across from his office and knocked rather loudly on his door. Apparently, she was pissed, too.

When there was no reply, she listened and could hear noises. It was as if someone were scrambling to answer the door or something.  Then she checked the doorknob, which wasn’t locked though maybe it should have been, and the door to his office swung open.

From where I was sitting in the conference room, I could see everything. He was seated at his desk, but he wasn’t alone. Ms. Bradshaw, the new, young secretary in the office, was in his lap. Her blouse was open, her bra was undone, and her boobs were there for all of us to see. I have to admit, they were very nice boobs. I wouldn’t have minded sucking them myself, so in a way I didn’t blame Mr. Spivey, though I questioned her taste in men.

He was doing everything he could to get her off his lap, but the desk was in the way. I could see that her skirt was on the floor beside his desk, and she was wearing nothing from the waist down. That’s when I noticed she shaved, or maybe even waxed.

Mr. Spivey was yelling at Ms. Patterson, who was standing there in total shock, telling her to “close the fucking door.” His words, not mine.

Finally, she realized I was also able to see everything because I was no longer crying. I was laughing my ass off. He’d been caught red-handed, and he was married, just not to Ms. Bradshaw.

After Ms. Patterson closed the door and came into the conference room while Mr. Spivey and Ms. Bradshaw composed themselves, she burst into gales of laughter herself.

She sat at the table with me and we continued laughing. It was a very nice moment we shared, actually, and that was when I thought about how her left boob had been pressed to my cheek. I found myself wishing I had taken the time to appreciate it more.

When the two came out of Mr. Spivey’s office, he was all bluster, telling Ms. Patterson she was fired. She looked at him and said, “I don’t think I’m the one who’ll be looking for another job.”

She was right, of course. He was forced to leave or be fired by the board of directors of the school. His office was cleaned out by Monday, and Mr. Jackson, one of the assistant principals, had taken his place temporarily.

The way I figured it, Old Spidey deserved it. If he hadn’t shared with other teachers what Marie and I had done, we wouldn’t have been at his office in the first place, and he and the cute Ms. Bradshaw with the nice titties and bald pussy could have continued their fling. He lost his job, and his wife filed for divorce. I heard later that Ms. Bradshaw moved in with him, so I guess he got something out of the whole episode. What she got I wasn’t sure and didn’t want to know.

Good riddance, I say, though I still occasionally thought about Ms. Bradshaw being mostly naked.

When Mom picked Marie and me up after school, Jenna was already with her. Marie and I were still laughing about the image of Mr. Spivey with Ms. Bradshaw sitting in his lap as they fumbled to get “decent.” Maybe that was possible for Ms. Bradshaw, but in my mind Mr. Spivey would never be decent. Marie, of course, hadn’t seen it, but my descriptions were very accurate.

I told Mom and Jenna about it, and they laughed too. Marie and I had laughed so much, we no longer cared that Mr. Carlton, and who knows who else, knew about Marie and me. In fact, I was thinking about flaunting it to our math teacher on Monday, even though I knew I never would. It was just a fantasy.

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As we sat at dinner that night eating spaghetti and meatballs, a salad, and bread, I let Mom know that Marie and I had grown close enough to tell her about us. I included that I knew about Marie and her sisters, so that way Mom knew I wasn’t telling just anyone about us. I could tell Mom thought Marie was pretty. In fact, I could tell she would love to have sex with her sometime if Marie were willing. I didn’t tell Marie about Mom’s desire for her, but I think she knew anyway.

When we went to bed, Jenna was already in bed in her room, which was fine. I wanted some time alone with Marie first. Then I planned to go wake up Jenna to join us. I could tell she wanted to sleep with us, but Mom had said to her last night that she should wait to be invited, that Marie and I would probably want to be alone the first night together. She was right, but not completely. We did plan on inviting her into my room after we had fooled around some, even though that’s not how it turned out.

I closed my bedroom door and made sure my curtain was closed all the way, something I had developed a habit of doing since Gwen had caught all of us together. That could have ended much differently than it did. Thank goodness it turned Gwen on to see us like that.

Facing Marie, I smiled shyly. I’m not sure why I was shy, actually. It wasn’t as if the entire night hadn’t already been planned, though not in detail. She knew I wanted to lick her pussy, and I knew she wanted to lick mine. It was just the in-between that was not decided. But I definitely had butterflies. I was feeling rather odd, in fact.

Marie, being even bolder than me, stepped up and took me in her arms. She stared into my eyes for a moment before closing the short distance between us and her lips met mine. I found her lips to be so supple they reminded me of warm cotton. It was almost like kissing the soft inside of a warm sponge cake, but even more delicious.

I opened my mouth and she snaked her tongue in and slid it around mine. Our tongues danced together in a slow, erotic rhythm. We weren’t rushed. We knew we had all the time we wanted to take. I felt a little bit like a bride on her wedding night, in fact. And that’s when I realized I was falling in love with Marie. I also recognized this was why I was nervous and shy.

I had always loved Deanna, but she was more of a close, special friend. I was sure she felt the same way about me. We weren’t “in love” with each other.

This, however, was different. I was falling in love for the first time. First loves are special because it’s the first time you have romantic feelings about another person. I wanted to be with her every minute of every day.

As we kissed, I wondered whether I should tell her. I didn’t know how she felt about me. If she was just having fun, saying something would ruin our night together before it ever began. On the other hand, if she loved me too, it would make the night even better.

I was confused and not just a little horny. I was grinding my hips against hers, rubbing our pussies together and relishing the tingles that were being translated into shivers through our intimate contact.

She reached down and grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and lifted it over my head. I giggled when it caught my hair and pulled it up on top of my head as the shirt came off. Then her hands were at my shorts, unbuttoning them and lowering the zipper. She had worn a jumper that day, and I unbuttoned the shoulder straps and allowed the garment to fall in a puddle onto the floor.

As she pushed my shorts to the floor to join her jumper, I started tugging on the hem of her t-shirt. She raised her arms and I removed it. At some point she had removed her bra, but I didn’t know when. She had definitely had one at school that day because I’d noticed the outline of the straps beneath her t-shirt. Now, however, she was naked except for her panties, as was I. I guessed she must have removed it when she’d gone to the bathroom earlier that evening. I wasn’t sure if I was happy about that or sad. I had looked forward to peeling it off to expose her boobs, but then again, it was nice not to have to fool with the hooks.

We embraced again, our lips meeting in another kiss, sinking into soft flesh as they met. We kissed and danced to a music only we seemed to hear. We shared a slow dance, swaying to the rhythms of our bodies that made unique music in our minds.

The kiss ended, and I leaned back a bit to look at her, to absorb her beauty into my soul. I would not do this again for years when I met the one true love of my life, but this was the first time I did this. It was actually a conscious decision. I wanted just to look at her and hope she loved me as much as I loved her.

When I pulled back to look at her, though, I noticed her eyes were filled with tears. Seeing this, my own eyes welled up and ran a stream down my right cheek. She grinned at me, causing a tear to tumble down her cheek to the corner of her mouth. I grinned back. She sighed, I sighed.

Then, being the bolder one, she said, “My God! I love you!”

I could feel her heart beating a solid rhythm against her ribs, and therefore against mine, too. I saw the fear in her eyes. She had braved the first utterance of these words that can bind or cleave. I loved her for that, too.

I knew she was waiting for me to respond with my own confession, but I was so overwhelmed I couldn’t speak for a moment. I was so taken by the moment, so thrilled in my new love, this emotion that both suffocated and revived, that I hesitated. She was smart enough to wait me out, though. Perhaps my feelings were in my look, as they had been for some time now without either of us realizing it.

“Oh, God, Marie. I love you, too!”

We kissed again, this time with more passion than tenderness, though the tenderness remained beneath the heat.

She let her hands whisper down my sides to my panties. Goose-bumps trailed in her fingers’ wake. Sliding her thumbs into the elastic that held them up, she nudged the only covering left on my body down over my hips, pushing them far enough to allow them to drop and join my shorts. I returned the favor, and we stood together now, naked with each other for the first time.

Inside me a yearning grew into an obsession. I wanted her to lie on me and rub her mound against mine. I wanted our clits to kiss. I wanted to feel her juices running into my own pussy. Then I wanted to be on top of her and allow my own fluids of love to drip down onto her pussy. I thought about how guys in old movies became “blood brothers” by cutting themselves and allowing their blood to mingle. I thought of this when I pictured our juices flowing together, mingling into one nectar. The phrase “honey sisters” occurred to me. I would have laughed, but I was too turned on right then.

Even though I was only thirteen, I wanted this night to last forever. I never wanted the sun to rise again, leaving us in a perpetual night that would never become tomorrow. Later, I told this to Marie. She understood my feelings perfectly and I loved her for that too.

Breaking our latest kiss, I moved us toward my bed. Lying down, I looked at this girl I was so in love with that I wanted no part of tomorrow. Then I pulled her down onto my outstretched body. She understood and we pressed our pussies together. I felt my clit responding to the pressure, and I could sense her own reaction to the touch of my mound.

My hands cupped her gorgeous butt and pulled her into me, as her hands went to my breasts and toyed with them. Our bodies seemed to melt into one as we thrashed against each other and kissed wildly.

I used my weight to turn us over, and suddenly I was on top, grinding my body into hers as her thrusts met mine. Soon we spun again and we were in a different position. She was sitting up and pressing her slit down onto mine, tribbing as she jerked her hips to a sensual rhythm, masturbating herself against my pussy as I did the same to hers. We both seemed frantic with the need to climax.

Then, within seconds, we were coming. The orgasm that had been building all day through the tension, the problems, the worries, the humiliations.

The glances, the winks, the smiles, the love.

The culmination of so much affection and experience spread throughout our bodies and seemed to bind us together like glue.

The climax became the universe. It seared our minds with ecstasy, and we heaved out the gasps of delight and wonder as we made love.

Finally, she collapsed on top of me, held me tightly, and kissed me…

…as if there was no tomorrow.

I held her and whispered, “I’ve never been in love before. I’ve loved, but I’ve not been IN love.”

“Me neither,” she sighed. “Isn’t it fantastic?”

“Totally,” I said, grinning like the schoolgirl I was.

We lay there for a while, absorbing the love of the other, kissing casually, and cooling off before starting it all over again.

This time I wanted to taste her and have her taste me. I’d wanted it since we’d masturbated together in the same bathroom stall at school on Thursday. Maybe even earlier. Then it occurred to me that Thursday had only been yesterday. So much had happened I was shocked it had been so recent.

Without saying anything, I moved my body so that we were face to crotch. Her pussy was magnificent, the outer labia as smooth as those on the inside since she’d shaved herself bare. I hoped she liked mine half as much at least. That would have been plenty, since I adored hers.

Soon, we were feasting on the other, licking up the sweet honey that dripped from our vaginas and filling ourselves with the love we felt.

We did this for some time, though I have no idea how long it went on. We ended up coming, of course, more or less at the same time again.

We put off getting Jenna after that. We were too tired. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, our foreheads touching. I wanted her to be the last thing I saw as I fell asleep, and the first thing I saw when I awoke. We could have fun with Jenna in the morning.

As tired as we were, we still talked well into the night as we drifted off. We talked of our love and how much it had surprised us. We talked about her sisters and how that started. I told her about Jenna’s mother Cindy and how we were paying a private detective to find her.

Then she finally told me that her mother was involved with her and her sisters, too, the last revelation to seal our lives forever. Our views and experiences were so similar, we seemed destined to be together.

Of course, it wouldn’t last forever. Nothing does, but we were young then and knew no better. And at thirteen we fall in love so easily. Still, it has lasted as a relationship, even when the romantic love died, though I knew we would cherish it and the memories forever.

But that first love can be, in some ways, the strongest. For while Marie and I are no longer IN love as adults, we still love each other. And that’s okay, too.

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