I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 43

  • Posted on August 16, 2016 at 2:59 pm

The Final Seduction of Erin Hartley

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

The next morning I arrived at work to watch Erin a few minutes late. Ms. Hartley wasn’t too upset, but she reminded me that punctuality for any job was an open demonstration of wanting to keep the job. I got the message and apologized. She smiled and told me not to worry about it, but I should not make it a habit.

After her mom left, Erin wanted to get naked right away. We had decided we would be naked all day while I was there, but I felt it was wise to wait at least a half hour to make sure her mom hadn’t forgotten anything, forcing her to return to the house to retrieve it. “She won’t call in that case, I’m sure,” I said. So Erin had to wait to get undressed, as did I, but I wasn’t the impatient one.

At exactly thirty minutes Erin removed the clothes she wore, a pair of denim shorts that hugged her cute little butt, and a t-shirt with a Dodgers logo on it. Those are the only clothes I mention because it was all she had on. No panties at all.

Sitting on the edge of a chair, she spread her knees wide and reached down to her cunny, opening the lips. “See? I’m like really wet already!” she said. Either her enthusiasm was contagious, or the sight of that eleven-year-old pussy, spread before me and dripping its honey down to her butthole was making me as enthused as she was to get naked and enjoy being alone in the house all day. I suspect the latter was mostly responsible for my strong desire to get naked.

“Did you think about what I said?” I asked.

“You mean like whether or not I might be bi?” she answered.

“Yes.”

“Well, when I went to bed, I started thinking about what we did yesterday,” she began.

“And…?”

“Thinking about it got my clit all tingly.”

“Okay,” I said, wishing she would get to the point. “Did you make any decision one way or the other?”

“I’ll get to that,” she said, aware of the effect of not telling me right away.

I sighed. “Okay. Go on.”

“Anyway, I laid there thinking,” she began.

“Lay there thinking,” I corrected. “Lay is also the past tense of lie,” I said. Good grief, what was the matter with me? I was becoming a Grammar Nazi when I should be urging her to keep telling me about last night!

“Oooo-kaaay, I LAY there thinking about what we did and was getting turned on remembering it.” She stopped.

“You said that,” I said.

“I know. I was just wondering if my grammar was okay before going on,” she replied, making her point rather well.

“I’m sorry. I promise not to stop you again.”

“Thanks. So I started thinking about how much you liked the flavor of your pussy-honey, and I began to wonder what it tasted like.”

I suspected where this might lead, but I sat silently waiting for her to continue, raising my eyebrows at her as if to ask what happened then.

“Well, I decided to taste my own juices, so I put a finger inside and got it all wet with my stuff, and I smelled it first and it didn’t smell bad, just kinda different, and I touched my finger with my tongue and couldn’t really taste anything, so I put my whole finger inside my mouth like you did yesterday and I found out how I feel about the taste of my own puss,” she said quickly, as if I had pressed some button that made her spill it all out as fast as she could.

I waited for her to tell me the results of her little experiment. At first she was just grinning at me, until I finally said, “And how did it taste?”

“Oh! Sorry. I forgot to say that, didn’t I?” She giggled and said, “I love it!”

Okay, this was very good. However, it could just mean she likes to lick her fingers clean now. The big question about her sexuality was still not answered.

“So what do you think about that? Does it make you want to try new things with me?” I asked.

“First a question,” she said.

“Okay, ask away.”

“Do all girls taste the same or are they different?”

“Well, we all have the same basic flavor, but some girls taste stronger than others and some taste milder, I guess you’d say. I’ve heard we all taste different, but I can tell you the girls I’ve licked don’t taste all that different from how I taste, except for slight differences. I guess it’s like wine. Each wine tastes like wine, but they all taste a bit different too.”

“I’ve never tasted wine,” she said.

“Neither have I, but the idea is the same.”

“Oh, okay. I get it.”

“So,” I began, grinning and hoping for the answer I wanted. “Would you like to sample my wine?”

“You promise not to ever tell anyone? Ever?” she asked, still afraid of being outed.

This is the way it is for people who like people of the same sex. We fear the inevitable disgust and hatred from many people. Erin should be allowed to be herself, not forced to steer her life down a path just to satisfy ignorant bigots. Secrecy is the key to avoiding that, as well as the thing we hate the most.

“Let’s just put it this way. I won’t tell anyone you don’t give me permission to tell. How’s that?”

“Who would I give you permission to tell?” she wanted to know.

“Maybe several people. You don’t know until we actually do something, which is to say, we should start having sex with each other so you can decide if it’s for you or not. If it isn’t, that’s fine. I’ll be okay with whatever you decide. If you like it, maybe you’d like me to invite some other girls over for some fun. Girls who will be as silent about this as you want them to be.” I gave her a suggestive wink, and she smiled, getting my point. “My mom told me we are who we are, and it’s silly to try to be something else.”

“Would you get some of your stuff on your finger so I can taste it?” she asked.

I looked at her. “Why don’t you come over here and use your own finger?”

“Oh,” she said, blushing slightly. “Okay.”

Getting up from where she sat, she came over to sit beside me on the sofa, where we’d draped towels to absorb anything that we might not want to get on the upholstery, like the distinctive aroma of pussy.

Reaching over to my pussy, she tentatively dipped her middle finger in and gathered some of my spunk, as she called it, which was fairly running out of me by this time.

Immediately, as if she thought waiting might allow her to change her mind, she plunged her wet finger into her mouth. Sucking away my pussy-honey, another of her terms, she grinned at me. “Tastes good!” she said.

I dipped my finger into her bare cunny and sucked it clean. “So do you.”

She blushed a little and turned to face the room, giving me another chance to study her beautiful profile. She was gorgeous. I loved her little upturned nose. It gave her face character. Her mouth was framed by naturally red lips that I longed to kiss, but I didn’t want to rush things.

Then she turned back to me and said, “What now?”

I realized I would have to take more of a lead than I had first thought.

“Do you really want to find out what this bi thing is all about?” I asked.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Then lie back.”

She did, I arranged her legs so that I could lie between them and lick her pussy. My plan was to keep licking until she came. I thought if she ever experienced having a girl who knew what she was doing lick her, she would never consider herself strictly hetero again. Of course, I think that about all girls.

I positioned my face directly over her mound and told her to close her eyes. “I’m going to make you feel better than you’ve ever felt before.”

“Better than when you masturbated me yesterday?” she asked.

“Yep.” I could smell her as I hovered above her mound.

“If I faint, there are smelling salts in my mother’s medicine cabinet.”

I laughed. “It’ll feel great, but you won’t do anything like faint. You may get a little disoriented, but that’s all.”

“Disoriented?” she asked, worry tingeing her voice.

“Don’t worry. It’s good,” I said and leaned in toward her pussy, breathing in her luscious scent again.

I didn’t want to delay the act by kissing her inner thighs or anything like that because I was afraid she might change her mind before I ever got to her pussy, so I flicked my tongue out and took a few swipes across her clit. She jumped at the contact. “Ooh,” she uttered. “That felt good.”

“Hang on, girl. It gets a lot better.” With that, I covered her pussy with my mouth and began to lick all over her labia, inner and outer, bathing her vulva with my tongue. Then I pushed my tongue to the entrance to her vagina and collected her honey that was pooled there. I spent a moment lapping it up like a dog who was nearly dying from thirst. Then I ran my tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top, making sure to make contact with her sensitive clit. Her hips began to move; her thighs quivered.

Cupping her butt with my hands, my thumbs sought her butthole and began tickling her there. I thought of licking her rosebud but decided again that I should take it one step at a time. I didn’t want to scare her off.

Small gasps of “huh… huh… huh” began to escape her mouth in rhythm to the licking she was receiving. I could tell she was already hooked on this thing called cunnilingus. She may never lick me — I couldn’t tell — but she would always love having her own pussy licked.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod,” replaced the ‘huh’s’ and I knew she was getting close to a massive orgasmic explosion.

I used my teeth to tenderly nibble her clit and that was all she needed. She began to buck wildly, nearly falling off the sofa where she lay. I held on to her with my hands and my mouth, wanting to make sure she got the full benefit of the oral sex. Screams of ecstasy filled the room as she began to jerk and throb, and I wondered if the walls were vibrating. Her tummy tightened and relaxed with the spasms that shook her world.

Finally, she was attempting to wriggle away, as she breathed, “Stop, stop, stop!” because the intensity was too much for her to take any longer.

I sat up and looked at her. She was sprawled on the sofa like a rag doll that had been thrown down carelessly. One foot and lower leg dangled off the sofa, the foot touching the floor. Her arms looked like broken limbs of a bush, seeming to lie where they had landed after being flung about, bent in different directions by some storm. She was sweating as she tried to catch her breath.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God,” she said.

“You like?” I asked, grinning at her.

“No. I love,” she answered. “How could I have thought that was gross?” she asked.

“Because you’d never tried it, and you were afraid of what liking it would make you.”

“I guess that would make me bi, huh?” she asked.

“I’d say so. But you haven’t really done anything yet.”

“What d’ya mean?” she asked, her brow furrowing.

“So far, all you’ve done is stick a finger in me enough to get some of my pussy juice to taste. You liked the taste, but you haven’t taken my honey directly from the hive, as my mom likes to say. It tastes even better if you do that. Believe me, receiving the licks from a girl doesn’t really make you bi. It’s when you give as good as you get that you are officially a bisexual female.”

“Officially?”

“Yes. Officially.”

“That sounds so… legal.”

I laughed. “It is,” I kidded her. “And you must either get me off by the same method I just used on you, or you can forever be branded a taker, not a giver.”

“So if I don’t lick you, I’m not a bisexual?” she asked.

“Nope. You are worse.”

“Worse?”

“Yes, a taker is the worst kind of person. She’s selfish. Her life’s goal is only to please herself, and she’ll never have true friends.”

“You sound like a wizard from a fantasy novel,” she said, and laughed. She had a lilting laughter that was lovely.

I lay back and spread my pussy open for her inspection. She moved into place.

“What do I do?” she asked.

“Just lean in and kiss and lick it, especially the clit, though you should start with my labia and deep down where my vagina begins. You can use your teeth, but be really gentle. I was nibbling your clit when you came.”

“So I shouldn’t, like, bite it, right?”

“Right. Just nibble softly, but don’t do that until you have me really going.”

“Will that take long?”

“Not if you’re good,” I said.

She leaned forward and said, just before starting to lick me, “Tell me if I’m doing it wrong.”

“Don’t worry. There isn’t much you can do that won’t feel good. I’ll direct you to my clit if you need my help.”

She began to lick my labia. “Mmm,” she said. “Your mom’s right. This does taste better taken directly from the hive.”

I giggled and she continued licking me.

“Put your whole mouth on me. Cover my mound with your mouth and lick,” I said.

She followed my directions, and it felt heavenly.

Soon her tongue was dancing everywhere, swiping across my clit, dipping toward my vagina, licking between the folds of my labia.

In other words, she was doing just fine driving me wild with lust.

My hips had started moving on their own, and I gave her encouragement by saying things like, “Yeah, right there” and “Oh, yes, that’s good.” Soon, though, I was unable to think clearly enough to verbalize ideas and thoughts. My clit was throbbing as it neared its climax.

Glancing down at Erin, I saw that she had one hand on her pussy and was rubbing her slit while she ate my pussy. I loved when that happened. It meant she was enjoying this as much as I was, so by rubbing herself it meant even more since she hadn’t been sure just one day ago. In fact she had been downright negative about even thinking of trying this.

And now she loved it.

My mind was a whirl of emotions and sensations as my orgasm approached. I was going to come very soon, and I hoped she would be able to keep her mouth on my pussy while I bucked and heaved.

That odd tickle was taking over. “Nibbles,” I said. It was all I could manage. She got her teeth involved, and I blasted off, tumbling here and there on the sofa, my natural balance preventing me from rolling too far and falling off. My pussy, of course, couldn’t care less if I fell off the sofa. She was just enjoying the mind-blowing climax.

After I came, I looked at Erin. She was wide-eyed and her come-smeared mouth hung open.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Of course I am,” I gasped, trying to catch my breath. “You just did a brilliant job of eating my pussy, that’s all.”

“I did?”

“Yes. You did. Definitely.”

She beamed at me as if I’d just given her the greatest compliment of her life.

I stood on shaky legs and pulled her up from the sofa. Our faces were only about three inches apart.

“Let’s go for a swim,” I said.

But before we could move from that spot, we had what I can only call ‘a moment.’ She was looking into my eyes, and some sort of instant communication took place between us. I knew she wanted to kiss me, so I let her do just that.

Her lips met mine and we kissed. There was no tongue, just lips, but it was sweet. A mixture between a child’s kiss and an adult’s. It lasted too long to be considered a child’s kiss, but since there were no tongues involved, it wasn’t exactly an adult’s kiss either. The kiss reminded me she was only eleven, and a fairly naive eleven at that when it came to sexual things. I would teach her, of course, and by the end of our first week together, we were making out like a pair of people my age, but that first kiss was so nice. It seemed to be bordered on one side by innocence and on the other by lust.

This girl who had hated me at first sight now had an enormous crush on me. She embraced her bisexuality with complete abandon and enthusiasm. I knew I would tell her about my family soon. It would open up endless possibilities, and I knew my mom, aunt, and Jenna would want some time with Erin. And that would be just the beginning.

Continue on to Chapter 44

7 Comments on I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 43

  1. Evan says:

    Superb. First time sexperiences are always the best to read. I love her naïveté. I love where it’s headed.

  2. Cheryl says:

    Yes, Evan, Erin will become quite the little sexpot! :)

  3. kim says:

    Yes a perfect continuation of the last chapter, these two chapters just so wonderful, good good cums. thanks Cheryl xox Kim & Sue

  4. Cheryl says:

    I am posting this comment to keep a record of something. I just finished the first draft of chapter 50, meaning at this point, there are seven chapters waiting for you to read. There are re-writes and some polishing up to do, but I think you will truly enjoy where this story is going. There’s sex, and danger, and intrigue, and sex, and emotion, and sex.

    And did I mention sex, by the way? :)

  5. Tim says:

    Never doubted there’d be plenty of sex

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