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I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 61

  • Posted on November 30, 2016 at 6:23 pm

PART THREE: The Young Adult Years

The Aftermath and the Summer Before College

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

Life was difficult following the rescue of Cindy and the twins. Because the entire trip had been illegal, regardless of the objective for going, Mom had to pull a lot of strings to get Gwen’s body returned to the U.S. She had to bypass the American Consulate and deal directly with the police in Colombia because she didn’t want anyone too “official” to know why Gwen had gone to Colombia and died in a gunfight. Mom even had to travel back down there to retrieve the body, and I suspect she made a few of the higher ranking officials in the region very happy in order to get what she wanted. I do know she returned with bruises and did not do any films for almost a month after. She never spoke a word about that trip. While I was devastated that Gwen and Cindy’s friend Carlo had been killed, I was so proud of my mom for doing what she did. She helped rescue Cindy and got Gwen back home so she could be buried in an American cemetery.

But time has a way of leaving us with fond memories and the ability to move on from tragedy. In time we all spent much more time remembering how much fun we’d had with Gwen, especially that time she caught us in bed together and how frightening that was until she joined us. I often recalled that last orgy together in my mother’s huge bed and how much we had enjoyed each other.

Cindy moved in with Mom, as we had planned, and she’s still here. Randi was always more of a fling than a life partner or anything for Mom, and she understood. Randi has a new girlfriend and seems happy. Cindy works as a porn actress now herself, realizing it is a much safer job in the sex industry than being a call girl. She appears in a lot of “Cougar seduces young girl” or “Young girl seduces cougar” kinds of films, even though she’s only 34 now. She doesn’t look as young as she used to, though, because of her time in Colombia. Her favorite genre is the stepmother/daughter type of movies. The industry shies away from presenting actual incest, even if fictionalized, which I think is ridiculous.

The twins sleep in a queen-size bed in the same room with Jenna and me. Jenna’s happy because she not only got her mom back, but she also got to stay here with her adopted mother and sister, not to mention she also got two younger sisters in the deal. I am eighteen now, Jenna is fifteen, and the twins are eleven. Aunt Emmy and Danni still live in our guest room. All the adults chip in on the home expenses. Life is good, regardless of the tragedies.

One memory of the arrival of my new sisters was waking a few nights after they arrived and finding them in a sixty-nine on their bed. I woke up to a sound that must have been one of them moaning. Because of their fear of the dark that had developed after their escape, Mom had put a night light in my room. From the dim light I could see the two little girls going at it hot and heavy. Mom had suggested we keep the sex play to a minimum while the twins adjusted, and nobody had done anything together since they moved in. This moment of shared love, I knew, would allow everything to move on to something resembling a normal life, at least normal for my family.

I watched for a few minutes before getting up and moving to the side of their bed. I still insisted on sleeping nude, so I just stood there and watched them while rubbing myself to a wonderful orgasm. They saw me, of course, and this more or less sealed the deal with them that all types of fun could be had without any consequences.

The next night I asked, mostly through a sort of primitive sign language that involved lots of pointing since I didn’t know Spanish, if they wanted to watch Jenna and me having sex. Of course this led to having them join us, and that was the beginning of an entirely new family life. The twins can speak English fluently now, and I have started to master Spanish, taking it every year in school since Cindy’s and the twins’ arrival.

The job I had being Erin’s companion grew into just being her friend. She and her mom moved away last spring when her mom met a man and married him. I miss Erin, as well as her mom Peyton, but we all still communicate by email. Erin has a new friend now, and she sends me some of the most erotic pictures of the two of them. Her friend, whose name is Sydney, is a very cute redhead, and I drool whenever I look at her pics. My favorite picture of Sydney shows her lying back on the bed, her legs lifted so that her knees were nearly touching her shoulders, with a slender-handled hairbrush sticking out of her vagina. Her face, complete with freckles, is perfectly framed by her spread legs and pussy.

Nobody worries about Mark Craven, the man who had threatened Gwen about searching for Cindy. We knew he wouldn’t come calling anytime soon about that. With Pablo dead, he has no interest in the result since nobody is clamoring to get Cindy back to Colombia. Mom told me this after having a long talk with him about the situation.

I still wanted revenge on him, but Mom said I should drop it since he was no longer a threat. Still, he was my biological father, and his decision not to be a part of my life, while welcome now, shows just what an asshole he is.

I graduated from high school with honors and was accepted at UCLA, where I decided to attend college. I could have gone to Stanford with my grades and scores on the SAT and ACT, but I wanted to commute from home. My life there was exactly what I wanted, so why go anywhere else?

Marie is still one of my best friends, but she will attend UC Berkeley, where she plans to study medicine. She hopes to become a pediatrician. I think we all know why. Deanna is attending UCLA with me. I get the feeling she is happy that Marie is going to attend Berkeley.

All I can say is life will never be boring for me. I am always aware of how lucky I am. My mom, Cindy, Aunt Emmy, Danni, Deanna, and three ‘adopted’ sisters are all eager sex partners, all with my mother’s permission. Physical pleasure is never lacking around here, and most days someone can be found having sex, either alone or with one or more of the other people living here. I’m the happiest person in the world.

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I was now eighteen and more or less a legal adult, so I decided that I could earn some extra money in the sex trade. At first Mom was totally against it, reminding me that everywhere she went she had someone who recognized her, usually a man. She has met some of the rudest people, and she spent days rehashing stories about them.

There was the man who offered her $100 to masturbate on a city bus while he filmed her soon after her very first movie was released. As if! She said she laughed in the man’s face and finally had to get off the bus and hail a cab to get away from him.

Then there was this very fat man who followed her around the mall, ogling her and playing with his dick by putting one hand in his pocket. Mom said it was probably a pocket with a large enough hole in it to allow him to put his hand through it and touch himself. She says she actually could see the wet stain his cum made on his pants.

Then she reminded me of the man who followed her on the freeway for miles. She decided she needed to drive to a police station to get away from him.

There were dozens of these stories, but I kept reminding her that I’d pretty well grown up around the adult film industry, and Bob, her director, had always said I could have a job with his company on my eighteenth birthday if I wanted one, and I wanted one. I reminded her that there are pervy men everywhere, and that just because I was having sex with people in a movie didn’t mean that would be the only thing that caused men to get nasty thoughts about me.

“Mom, men make passes at me all the time!” I argued. “And so far I’ve never made any movies having sex with anyone. Or at least not any movies for the public to see.”

I could tell by her look that I’d scored a few points with that one. Finally, it came down to I knew about the negatives, probably more than anyone else my age, and it was my decision, not hers.

“Everyone who sees a movie you’re in will know what you look like naked,” she said, thinking this would dissuade me.

I just looked at her with a “duh” look and said, “Mom, if I could get away with going everywhere naked without being arrested, I would.”

Aunt Emmy was in the room during this conversation, and I suppose she couldn’t help adding in my favor, “Face it, Kay, she’s a perfect example of ‘like mother, like daughter.’”

This drew a disapproving glare from Mom, but Aunt Emmy just said, “Hey, it’s the truth and you know it.”

“Okay,” Mom finally said with a deep sigh of resignation. “I know when I’m licked.”

That sent me into a landslide of giggles, and I said, “Well, I know you know it when I’m the one who licked you! You always said I give you the best orgasms!” She smiled at my joke despite her reservations.

I went over to sit next to Mom and reassured her that nothing bad would become of my decision, ending with, “Besides, we could be in a movie together.”

Mom looked at me as if I’d lost my mind. “They don’t make literal incest movies, Cheryl, except for a few daring people out there who feel they can’t get caught. Our lovemaking is still illegal in this archaic world we live in.” I already knew this, of course, but my mom still sometimes treated me like a child in some ways, which could be infuriating.

“That’s because they don’t want women having babies from incest,” Aunt Emmy said. “That kind of thing causes birth defects.”

Mom gave her sister another glare. “If Cheryl could ever get me pregnant, she’s been hiding a secret from everyone that would shock the world.”

Aunt Emmy held up a hand in a ‘stop’ gesture. “Preaching to the choir here, Kay. I get it that girl-girl incest has no drawbacks, you know.”

Still, I knew that the two of us could appear in a movie together. We just couldn’t have sex with each other. I had been thinking about this for some time now.

“We could make a movie where you catch me and a friend in bed together,” I said. “One thing could lead to another, and my friend could confess to always wanting to have sex with you. Then you could join the fun, and have sex with my friend while I watch and do things to the friend and myself, but never to you, other than maybe touching your ass. I’ve seen other videos like that, with a real mother and daughter. I’ve seen lots of short ones that involve the mom and daughter masturbating together but never touching each other.”

I could see the wheels turning in Mom’s head as she considered my suggestions. I had hit a chord with this. I knew that soon the two of us would be making a movie together. Then Mom sealed it by saying, “Okay, I agree we could do something like that.”

My summer vacation had just started, and I had two months before my first day of classes at UCLA began. That would be enough time to make several movies, including the one with my mother. So the next day I called Bob and discussed my idea about a movie with my mom, laying out the entire sequence about her catching me with my best friend. He loved it, of course.

“I think I have just the girl to play the friend,” he said. “You’ll really like her. In fact, she called me just yesterday to say she had accepted my offer for her to be a featured girl in a movie.”

“Great!” I said, nearly shouting into the phone. “Who is she?”

“Why don’t you and your mom come over to my place tomorrow evening around seven for a little get-together I’m having? You can meet her then.”

I loved this idea and begged Mom for us to take Bob up on his offer.

She sighed heavily and said, “Okay. We’ll do it.”

“You mean the get-together or the movie?”

“Both.”

I squealed and hugged my mother as hard as I could without hurting her. At least I don’t think I did.

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The next evening, Mom and I were on our way to Bob’s get-together. I was anxious to meet the other girl who would play my friend in the movie we were going to make. If she was okay with getting acquainted before we met for the shoot, I was hoping to get in a little playtime with my new co-star.

I had spent the day writing the situation for Bob to see what I would like to do in the movie. These things almost never have actual scripts. The actresses are given a situation and a target of where the story should go, and they do their best to move the scene along and reach that target, making up the dialogue.

In this one my friend and I would arrive at my house after school. There we would end up having a conversation about sex. One thing would lead to another as we talked, getting horny in the process. Eventually we would end up naked and in bed together. My mom would come home early from work and catch us. At first she would be upset, but then she would get turned on thinking about what we were doing when she had come in. My mom would come into the room and stop what we were doing, only to be easily talked into joining us. We might even add a scene where my mom was driving home from work and fantasizing about the same friend she ends up catching me with.

Mom found a parking space in the circular drive at Bob’s house and we got out of the car to join the party. I had purposely worn a short skirt and no panties, and I could feel a warm breeze waft up my skirt to brush against my bare pussy. We stepped up to the front door, rang the doorbell, and were escorted into the sitting room.

When I saw who my friend in the movie would be, my jaw nearly dropped to my chest. In fact, maybe it did.

Sitting on a pure white loveseat was my best friend, Deanna.

At first, I needed to make sure this was what I thought it was.

“Deanna?!” I asked. “Are you–?”

She smiled and nodded.

“Bob just told me about your idea to make a movie with your mom, and he thinks I would be the perfect person to play your best friend, I mean, especially since I am your best friend.” Her grin could not have been any bigger.

I shrieked and ran to her as she stood up to hug and kiss me. We were holding each other and hopping up and down like a couple of twelve year olds. And our kisses weren’t the chaste little pecks many girls shared with their best friends. We got some serious tongue involved.

We weren’t the only people at the party, either. There were several people from the business that I knew, as well as a few I’d never met before. Later, I counted a total of fourteen guests there, including my mom and me. Everybody but Mom was in on the little trick Bob and Deanna had played on me.

Needless to say, both Deanna and I were eager to enjoy each other at what would certainly become an orgy.

Stepping back from my embrace with Deanna, I unhooked my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I heard several people gasp when they saw I was naked from the waist down. Then I pulled my top off to reveal my boobs to everyone in the room.

While I stripped, Deanna did the same. She knew exactly what was going to happen here. We were basically going to put on a show for the guests. It wasn’t exactly the first time we had done things together while others watched. The first time, we were around nine years old and engaged in a hot sixty-nine in Mom’s car while the entire production team watched and got off as well.

As Deanna and I embraced again, I heard Bob say, “Well, everyone, I see the unplanned entertainment has begun. Everyone gather around and enjoy the proceedings.”

Laying Deanna back, I positioned myself so that our pussies were pressed against each other’s thigh. Soon we were making out and rubbing ourselves against the other. I could feel the warm liquid oozing from my best friend’s pussy, smearing my leg with the delightful honey. My own pussy was beginning to make a small puddle, or at least I thought it might I was so wet. Not only was I turned on because my partner was Deanna, but I was also nearly shivering with the lust caused by being watched. That’s how I knew I was destined to be in the adult movie industry.

Then Deanna pushed me onto my back and moved down to lick my bald pussy. I had undergone electrolysis to remove all traces of pubic hair permanently for my seventeenth birthday. It was a painful procedure, but permanent, which was what I wanted. Mom had gotten a woman she knows to do it for me, and the woman finished the procedure with a wonderful licking to soothe my sensitive mound of flesh.

As I lay there enjoying the familiar feeling of Deanna’s mouth on my most intimate spot, I opened my eyes and was surprised at what I saw.

Standing in the loft above the sitting room and looking at our little show was Callie, Bob’s daughter. I had met her before. She was eleven and extremely pretty with long blond hair and high cheekbones. Her thin girlish body had intrigued me more than once and she had been the object of several fantasies. When I saw her, she looked directly into my eyes and placed a finger over her lips to ask that I say nothing about her being there. I gave her the smallest of nods to let her know her secret was safe with me. I suspected she had been told to stay in her room and entertain herself or something while the “adults” entertained themselves.

She must have much preferred our entertainment. I know I would have at that age.

Everyone else in the room, of course, was standing around Deanna and me, watching us on the floor, so I figured I was the only person in the room who saw that Callie was enjoying the show from her private perch above the rest of us.

While I watched her, she purposely reached down and put her hand inside her panties and began to rub her slit. I continued to watch this angel working herself to what I figured would be one of many orgasms the girl had enjoyed in her life. After all, I began having them at age six. She was probably an expert at getting herself off by now.

Soon, she had moved her panties down to her ankles and spread her legs a bit so I could see. Her hand was flashing from side to side in a blur as she approached her climax. Her chest rose and fell as she worked herself into a bit of a sexual frenzy. She stopped for a second to remove her top, and then she was standing there virtually naked, her only garment being the panties that were stretched between her feet. I could see the swollen, budding, bee-sting nipples. One hand rubbed them gently while the other worked at her slit.

I felt my own orgasm approaching and small whimpers of need began to burst from me. Deanna could tell I was getting close and her tongue did a fast dance across my clit while two fingers plunged into the well of wetness that was my vagina.

The moment Callie began to shiver as her orgasm hit her, my own began to consume me with the throbbing that became delicious jolts of pleasure, shaking my body and bathing my soul.

When I opened my eyes again, Callie was dressed in her t-shirt and panties once again. She smiled at me, blew me a kiss, and scampered silently across the thick carpeting to her room.

I knew that if I managed to get Callie alone, we would be able to have a lot of fun together, and my mind began to explore ways to make that happen.

In the meantime, however, my best friend had just given me an amazing orgasm — with some unexpected and secret help — and now it was her turn to have her best friend bring her to a climax as well.

Beginning with her boobs, I began to make oral love to every part of her body I thought would bring her closer to coming. After about ten minutes of foreplay, my mouth devoured her pussy. Deanna had not had electrolysis, but she did shave regularly and use a depilatory cream, leaving a small patch of short, dark brown hair in a sparse tuft above her slit.

Soon, I had her squirming with the need to come. I teased her for a short time before keeping the pressure on her clit to bring her over the top. Her hips bucked against my mouth as she squealed out her orgasm, and I held on to give her the best I could give her.

Afterward, we lay together on the floor and our audience clapped their appreciation. Looking around, I saw that all of the guests had stripped and many were masturbating. Now that the ‘show’ was over, some of them began to pair off. There were only three men there, Bob and two other men I didn’t know. Mom was sucking Bob while the two men were busy with a woman I recognized as one of the porn actresses Mom had worked with. The rest of the guests were women, and they were either finishing masturbating or having some fun with one another.

As I lay there recovering from the fun with Deanna, I thought about Callie and wondered if she had masturbated again upon returning to her room.

While the rest of the people were getting involved with each other and no longer paying us any attention, I leaned over to Deanna. “You remember meeting Callie, Bob’s daughter?”

“Yeah,” Deanna said. It was almost a sigh and I didn’t know if that was from the contentment she was feeling after our fun or from a desire to get to know Callie a little better. Probably both, knowing Deanna.

“Well, when you were enjoying your little meal of pussy, she was standing in the loft watching us.”

“Really?” Deanna was suddenly no longer as tired as she had thought she was.

“Yeah, really. And get this. She pushed her panties to her ankles, took off her t-shirt, and masturbated to an orgasm. I came just as she started coming.”

“Oh my God. Did she know you saw her?”

“Absolutely. She even put her finger to her lips to ask me to say nothing.”

“Holy fuck.”

“So, you interested?”

“In getting with her?” Deanna apparently hadn’t considered that possibility yet.

“No, silly, in painting my bedroom. Of course, in getting with her. She made it very clear she wanted to.”

“Wow, when do you think we might be able to do that?”

I glanced around at the orgy taking place. Most of the others had consumed several alcoholic beverages and were barely aware of their surroundings, other than the desire to come that had more or less consumed what was left of their awareness.

“How about right now?” I asked, not believing my own words. I never took chances like this, but I wanted to do so now. Getting caught could be dealt with later if that happened.

Deanna glanced around at the room, and seeing the same thing I saw, smiled mischievously and nodded. “You really think she’d do stuff with us?” she asked.

“Only one way to find out,” I said, moving to stand on wobbly legs and helping Deanna up.

“They’ll just figure we went in search of a bedroom,” I said. “And I know just where one is.”

Taking Deanna’s hand, I led her to the staircase and up to the loft. I stopped for a moment and looked down at the orgy taking place below, imagining what Callie saw when she had stood in this same spot. Then I was moving down the dark hallway toward the one door with light coming through the small crack beneath it.

Opening the door quietly, I was greeted with a wonderful sight.

Lying on the bed and reading what was obviously an erotic novel, based on the poorly drawn, naked characters on the cover, was Callie, totally naked, and with one hand toying softly with her pussy.

Seeing Deanna and me, she grinned before saying softly, “I didn’t get enough before, so I came in here to come a few more times. Wanna join me?”

Glancing at Deanna, I smiled, and the two of us joined the gorgeous eleven-year-old on the bed.

Like I said, life at home for me is beyond great. It’s unimaginably wonderful!

Continue on to Chapter 62

The Method to My Madness, Part Three

  • Posted on November 29, 2016 at 4:11 pm

The Art of Making It Believable

By Cheryl Taggert 

Originally, a fair amount of what follows was an addendum to the end of Part Two of I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star. I have done some editing, additions, and deletions to create this blog post, so it is not exactly what appeared at the end of Chapter 60. I go more into why I did what I did, the concern with pacing, as well as addressing the remainder of the novel, which is Part Three.

I must say I am proud of this phase of my erotic novel. Normally, an author just lets the story stand for itself, but because I communicate with my readers through comments on the website, making me feel much closer to you all, I felt more was needed than just saying adios to a couple of characters who had played such a big part in this story.

I’ve known for a long time that Carlo and Gwen would die in the rescue, as well as Pablo. The other minor characters who chased Cindy and the twins through the brush died because the story required it, and I know that nobody felt the loss of them at all since they were what I would call “bit players” in the story. Besides, they were part of the “bad guys” and those losses are not mourned the way the death of a “good guy” is.

There are a number of reasons I chose to kill off Carlo and Gwen. First, there is this thing called making a story believable. Having our heroes unscathed at the end of this hastily concocted escape scene just would not pass what I call the believability test.  While much of what we write here is beyond that scope because we want to write the erotic scenes, not convince our readers that nearly every woman in the world craves sex with their daughters, etc., when I tackled the idea of writing a section that dedicated itself to a suspense angle, I knew I needed to prevent my reader from saying to him- or herself, “Oh, come on, now. Really?” at the end. Read any suspense novel, and more often than not someone the reader likes suffers by the end of the book, often suffering death.

That was the case here. I knew from the outset that one of the three women would have to die to create what is known as verisimilitude, which is the appearance of being real. That is also the reason Cindy is not the one to shoot Pablo, which would have been a sort of completion of a circle in the story. The idea of Cindy being well-trained in shooting a gun, despite not having a gun in her hand in at least five years, and making the shot is not believable. The idea of luck entering the story at this point would strain credulity as well. She was lucky enough to escape with her life.

As I say, I knew one of the women would have to not make it. If it were Cindy, the entire rescue would be considered a failure, regardless of having saved the twins as a sort of token happy ending, overall. If it were Kayleigh, we would lose a character we’ve known since chapter one, a heroine of the story overall. More than that, the loss of her mother would have to have a devastating effect on Cheryl, which I was not planning to create in the story.

This left Gwen. She was peripheral for the most part. She was fighting to save Cindy despite knowing she was playing with fire and risking her life. Her life had even been threatened to leave it alone, but she did it anyway. Unlike the other two women, she was not necessary to the rest of the novel. The decision, then, became an easy one, despite the loss of a character I liked, as well as everyone else reading this.

I once read that Agatha Christie wanted to kill off Hercule Poirot for years, but she didn’t do it for marketing reasons. This would be like James Patterson killing off Alex Cross. (If you don’t know this writer and character, think Ian Fleming killing off James Bond… same thing.) Had I written a series that included Gwen and killed her off in book ten or something, I would expect a tremendous backlash. Stephen King’s main character in Misery suffered the ultimate backlash after killing a favorite character. Gwen, however, only appears in the dozen or so chapters of this book where she takes part, so while I knew there would be backlash, I felt safe in saying good-bye to her. The good news is that I am considering bringing her back to life to be the heroine in my mainstream book, but with a different character name.

The fact that some of you have expressed your sadness over the loss of Gwen only means I did what I set out to do. That you care about my characters is the greatest compliment any writer can receive. It means they are more than words on a page. They have become real to you.

I set out to make Part Two an erotic thriller that would become a page-turner more for the suspense than for the sex, and I believe I have succeeded. I worried that the vast majority of you would stop reading this book because there were chapters totally devoid of erotic scenes. I am sure some did move on to other stories, and that’s fine. I cannot force people to read my work, and this is an erotica site, after all. That many of you not only kept reading, but also urged me to ‘hurry up’ with the next chapter is music to my ears. I am humbled by your admiration of my work.

It wasn’t easy to write the suspense portion of the story. I was always concerned with pacing, not wanting to venture too far into the suspense without having, for want of a better term, sexual relief (as opposed to comic relief). Pacing is an important aspect of any story. Readers would tire of a story in which nothing seems to ever really happen. Likewise, they would get exhausted reading a book that was always like waiting for the bad guy to jump out of the closet. There needs to be balance. Fortunately, the sex in an erotic novel is a natural moment to allow the reader to just enjoy the story.

That will be different in my mainstream novel, of course. No publisher would buy a book in which the main characters — a mother and daughter — were engaged in an incestuous lesbian affair, regardless how much he or she enjoyed that aspect on a personal level. But pacing is an important thing to remember when writing, regardless of the subject matter. Pacing is having the right amount of one aspect in the story before moving to another. As a writer, you want just enough, but not too much.

This is how cliff-hangers are created. Just as you are getting interested in one character’s exploits, a chapter ends and you are somewhere else with another character and situation, and that other character and his or her situation that you were so interested in must wait until later to be resolved. This keeps the reader reading, hoping to return to that other situation soon. When you finally do return, you have grown enormously interested in that other character and situation. It’s urgent as a writer to make these choices correctly.

Part Three of this novel will involve the character Cheryl as a young adult, ages 18 to 24. She is of legal age now, and her life continues to be filled with sex and love, which are the reasons for the story in the first place. She will attend a local university for some very personal reasons, and meet new and exciting friends — many of them children. She will also meet the love of her life (I wonder what name I will give her??) and deal with the intricacies of being in a committed relationship, much of them autobiographical. I will go ahead and tell you that I will write about how I first met Lisa. Some of our old friends will return, like Deanna, who didn’t have much to do once the rescue of Cindy started being planned, as well as Deanna’s sister Elizabeth, who is newly married and sneaks to have sex with Deanna. I am also bringing back Nikki, the daughter of Rick and Tera, the production assistants who asked Cheryl and Deanna to seduce their daughter. We haven’t seen her since she was five. She would be fourteen now that Cheryl is eighteen. She might even have a little sister to share with the girls… and my readers. ;)

So I hope you come along for the ride that is Part Three of my longest erotic novel. Funny thing is that when I started this, I thought it might go twenty chapters, twenty-two at most. As of this writing, I have completed chapter 64, with at least another dozen in the plans.

So sit back, grab something to sit on if you are a girl or something to come into if you are a guy, and enjoy what I hope will be the hottest chapters I’ve written to date.


Previous articles in this series:

The Method to My Madness  (June 12, 2015)

More of My Madness  (February 16, 2016)

Secrets, Chapter 21

  • Posted on November 28, 2016 at 12:05 pm

By Naughty Mommy

At a few minutes after 10:00, we walked up the steps of the beautiful Victorian home where Valerie and her family lived. The day was warm and sunny, as befits the first weekend in June. I found I was already starting to sweat as I mentally reviewed the words I would use to admit the shameful things I’d done.

“Good morning!” Tina beamed, as she drew open the front door. “Come in!”

Because the aim of our visit this time was not titillation or seduction, but honesty, I’d decided to tone down the way Kerie and I were dressed. I wore knee-length khaki shorts, leather sandals, and an aqua blue silk shell, while my daughter was in her standard t-shirt, sneakers, and elastic-waist shorts. Her blonde hair was in a ponytail, tied with a red ribbon.

Tina was in shorts as well, though hers were considerably shorter than ours. She was barefoot, obviously braless, and the loose tank top she wore hung down far enough to conceal everything else — making it appear at first as if she had nothing on but the tank. I made an effort to hide my startled reaction.

After kissing my cheek in greeting, the girl bent over to give Kerie a hug. That’s when I caught a glimpse of the tiny shorts she wore, which covered maybe half of her lovely rear end. Yummy.

Something else was equally yummy. Along with Tina’s flowery perfume, I caught the mouthwatering scent of onions, basil, and parmesan cheese. We’d eaten nothing yet that day, and I was definitely feeling hungry.

I inhaled deeply. “Wow. That smells so good.”

“It’s a frittata,” Tina smiled. “Come on.”

Taking Kerie by the hand, she led the way back through the house to the kitchen. I was happy to follow, enjoying a delicious view of the teen’s perfect legs, butt cheeks sometimes peeking out from under the long top.

Breakfast was absolutely scrumptious. In addition to the frittata, Valerie served homemade pastries in a choice of apricot, cinnamon, or chocolate. I know I’ve said before that I’m trying hard to watch my weight, but I just couldn’t help it — I had to sample one of each. Diet and exercise, I promised myself, would begin the next day.

We also had both mimosas and lattes. It was like brunch at a five-star restaurant. By the time I’d finished stuffing my belly, I’d almost forgotten the reason we were there. It wasn’t only for pleasure. I had an important job to do.

I offered to help with the dishes, but Valerie waved me off. “No, no, don’t worry, the girls will take care of that. You and I have things to talk about.”

As Tina, Becky, and Kerie began clearing the table, Valerie escorted me to the living room. We sat on the sofa, but then she said, “Hm, is this private enough for what you have to say? We can go upstairs if you prefer, or — I know, let’s do this.”

Getting up again, she took my hand and we went out a side door onto the veranda, which wrapped all the way around the house. We headed toward the backyard. In the center of the beautifully manicured lawn and garden was a gazebo. That’s where we settled.

Birds sang. Bees buzzed. The fragrant aroma from a profusion of flowers filled my nostrils. What a beautiful day it was. Now if only I could stop from feeling so jittery. I took a long, deep breath and slowly let it out, trying to find some calm.

Valerie patted my hand. “All right, dear. I’m very sorry I couldn’t see you sooner. But here we are now. Please, tell me what’s on your mind.’

“Well…” I began.

My mouth was dry. I swallowed, took another deep breath, then another. My heart was pounding in my chest. How do you go about telling someone you’ve seduced their underage daughter? Probably best just to say it.

“I need to tell you what happened. I, um, I honestly didn’t mean any harm, but I, well, I took Tina to a hotel, and we… I had sex with her.”

The woman smiled and nodded. “I know,” she said softly, patting my hand again. “It’s all right.”

“What? You know??”

“Yes, of course I do. Well, I didn’t know about the hotel or the details, but it was clear to me about you and Tina. I could tell. And it’s all right, I understand.”

“You understand?”

I felt like an imbecile, unable to respond with anything but stupid questions. Her reaction had me flummoxed.

“As I told you before, that night when you were here for dinner,” Valerie continued, “it’s perfectly normal for women to be drawn to desirable young girls. I think we all are at times. That’s just how we’re built. I’m not surprised you find Tina so appealing, and Becky as well. I really do understand. They’re both very attractive. And if you gave in to, ah, to your urges, I understand that too.”

I searched her face, looking for anything else but sincerity. Was she perhaps mocking me, taunting me, building me up just to tear me down? But no, I saw nothing like that. This woman truly meant what she said.

“Um,” I stammered. I still had no words of my own.

Valerie warmly squeezed my hand. “But I’m very glad you told me about it, Shelly. That’s important. I don’t want there to be any secrets between us.”

“Secrets…”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, her eyes twinkling. “And I think you know that I, well, that I have a few secrets of my own, private things I’ve done with my own daughter, with Tina. I’ve told her it’s okay to tell you, though, because we trust you. We care about you.”

My eyes blurred. “Thank you,” I croaked.

A big tear fell from my cheek onto my shorts. I threw my arms around Valerie, hugging her tightly, sobbing in relief. The release of tension was so great, the absolution from my guilt and shame so deeply desired, the shared feelings between us so comforting that I couldn’t stop crying for what seemed a long time. She held me, stroking my back, soothing me, cooing sweet words.

Finally I managed to get control of myself. I pulled away, wiping my eyes with the back of my hands, expressing regret for the outburst.

“Hush, now,” said Valerie, “you have nothing to apologize for.” She took a clean handkerchief from the pocket of her skirt and gave it to me. “You’re my friend. I want you to show me how you feel.”

“Thank you,” I smiled, blowing my nose.

 

As the morning changed to afternoon, and the day went on, the girls came out to join us in the yard. They ran around, playing freeze tag, then hide and seek. It was a joy to watch them. Tina was clearly having a ball, acting like a kid, and Kerie was just in heaven. Although she had plenty of friends, as an only child my little one didn’t always have playmates available. This was a treat for her.

Later, Valerie brought out a pitcher of iced tea for us and a plate of small sandwiches, along with a bowl of fresh fruit. When I realized the effort she’d gone to, I felt a renewed pang of guilt. I’d been sitting out there in the gazebo, relaxing, absorbed in my own contentment, enjoying the pleasure of a sunny day and the fun of watching the kids romp, and hadn’t lifted a finger to help.

I started to say I was sorry for being such a slug, but again the pretty brunette waved off my would-be apology. Nothing appeared to bother her. I could seemingly do no wrong. It made me very glad we’d become friends — and yet, what an unusual friendship this was, becoming acquainted only because I’d had designs on her teenage daughter. It’s a strange world sometimes.

The girls scooped up the sandwiches and gulped down the tea, their faces flushed and sweaty from racing around. They didn’t stay long, however, inhaling the refreshments then zooming off on another adventure. Valerie laughed as she watched them disappear into the detached garage at the back of their property.

We sat companionably for a minute or so, not saying anything, until I cleared my throat and began, “You know, I, um… I have… other secrets too. More, I mean, than just what I did with Tina. I can tell you all about that, if you want, about everything I did with Tina. I don’t want to hide anything anymore.”

“Whatever you’d like, dear. It’s completely up to you,” the woman smiled.

I took a deep breath, fortifying my courage. It was time to let it out. “I’ve done some things with Kerie. Things that most people would, you know, would probably say were wrong. No, they would say they’re wrong, definitely. I’m sure they’d say I’m a bad person, an unfit mother.”

I’d been looking down at my hands as I made this speech, but now I glanced over at Valerie to assess her reaction. She was placid, serene, waiting calmly to hear whatever I chose to tell her.

Before I could go on, the kids emerged from the garage. Becky was rolling an old tire, Kerie lugging an armful of rope, and Tina carrying a step ladder. They trooped toward a tall magnolia at one side of the yard, a tree that offered a couple of large overhanging branches, ideal for a tire swing.

“I wondered if they might think of that,” Valerie grinned. “We’d taken it down for the winter and just never got around to putting it back up again. This is a perfect day for it.”

“Yeah, it is,” I nodded. We observed the girls discuss their plans, debating the best place to mount the tire, then set to work.

“Sometimes at night, Kerie and I do things,” I said in a quiet voice. My eyes were on the kids, watching their industrious activity, but I was speaking to Valerie. “She and I sleep together, we sleep naked. Kerie gets on top of me. We, uh, we kiss, and… and we do more than kiss.”

I turned to the woman, looking into her eyes. She nodded slightly, encouraging me to continue.

“We have sex. I have sex with my 8-year-old daughter. I’ve done it all with her — you know, oral sex, fingering, everything. And we, we both have orgasms. It’s fantastic, and I love it. I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. It’s not wrong, it’s not. What we do is beautiful.”

It was as if I was challenging Valerie to dispute me. I’d openly admitted committing incest with my little girl, and yet I was expressing no shame, no remorse. I felt none.

She paused, evidently waiting to make sure I was finished, then said, “No, it’s not wrong, of that I’m sure. You love Kerie, and she obviously adores you. She’s a happy, healthy child, thriving. Whatever you’re doing with your daughter couldn’t be more right.”

I felt emotion rise in my chest again, but didn’t think I would cry this time. I’d gotten that all out before. Instead, I smiled broadly. “I knew you’d understand. I knew I could trust you.”

Valerie stood, taking my hand. She brought me to my feet, then wrapped her arms around me, enfolding me in a warm hug. I tucked my face into her shoulder, closing my eyes, inhaling the soft scent of her perfume. I relaxed into the loving comfort of a good friend who accepted me completely.

 

While the kids constructed the tire swing and then started using it, pushing each other higher and higher, laughing and whooping, I told Valerie all about the crazy idea I’d come up with earlier that morning. She loved it.

“We’ll use my place,” the woman immediately said. “Of course we will. It’s ideal, with plenty of space, and you know how much I love to cook and entertain.”

Over the next hour, Valerie and I refined my scheme as we sipped iced tea, discussing the pros and cons of various options, finally settling on what we thought would make the best arrangements. We needed firm rules, that was clear. Safety was paramount — but if we could manage to pull this off, oh my, what an amazing thing it would be!

The girls cavorted in the yard, playing on the swing and climbing the tree as well. It was a hot day with very little breeze, and by mid-afternoon they were a sweaty, filthy mess. Both the rope and the old tire were covered with dust from the garage, and the tree provided even more grime.

Tina turned on a sprinkler and they ran through it, shrieking with laughter. Even after that, however, the three of them were still a sight, streaked with dirt. That’s when Valerie made her suggestion.

“Okay, let’s go,” she said, getting to her feet and clapping her hands to draw the girls’ attention. “Everyone into the jacuzzi, all right? Let’s get you cleaned up!”

Becky and Tina loudly cheered this proposal. Kerie and I had no idea, though, what Valerie was referring to. I hadn’t seen a hot tub anywhere. Certainly there wasn’t one outside.

That’s because it wasn’t outside — it was inside, up on the third floor in the master bedroom suite. Their historic home, more than a century old, had been fully remodeled to include the most modern touches while still retaining all its quaint and elegant charm.

Before going inside, the girls were made to strip, then rinse and dry their feet. “I won’t have you tracking mud in the house,” Valerie scolded, a smile on her face.

I was smiling too, watching them take off everything they wore, leaving their clothes in a heap on the veranda. Valerie brought out a bucket of warm water and a towel so they could clean their feet and hands, if nothing else. I stood to the side, admiring the view: a trio of naked girls, 8, 10, and 15 years old. So alluring. The backyard was extensive, the fence was high, and there were plenty of tall trees and shrubs — nevertheless, if a pedophile neighbor wanted a quick peek, it was available.

But not for long. The little ones were too eager. Becky and Kerie rapidly took care of their business, then dashed inside, giggling like maniacs. Tina was not far behind.

Pointing to the pile of dirty clothes, Valerie said, “We can leave those for now. I’ll take care of it later. Come on.”

She took my arm, and we went inside. The girls were pounding up the stairs, making enough noise for a dozen kids, it sounded like. We followed more slowly and definitely more quietly.

I began to say something polite about not wanting to impose, but this was, of course, instantly shushed. “Oh, you know you’re like family to us,” said Valerie, “especially after what we’ve just been talking about. Our house is your house, all right?”

“All right,” I nodded, squeezing her arm.

When we entered the extra-large bathroom, we found the water had already been turned on and was gradually rising in the jacuzzi. In fact, it wasn’t all that gradual. Evidently the plumbing was such that it was able to fill the tub within only a minute or two.

Before it was half full, naturally, the little kids had jumped inside. As Valerie was pouring in some bubble bath, Tina whispered in my ear, “There’s something else I didn’t tell you about. Another secret.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“You’ll see,” she winked, then hopped into the tub with the younger girls.

“Let’s join them,” Valerie smiled, as she started taking off her clothes. “There’s plenty of room.”

“Well, okay, sure.” I wasn’t about to object this time. Getting naked with three young girls and a sexy woman? You bet!

I’d left my sandals outside, so all I had to do was remove my top, my bra, my shorts and my panties. That didn’t take long.

Valerie stripped quickly too. As she did, I examined her lithe figure. For someone in her mid-forties, the woman was in great shape. Yes, her boobs and belly sagged a bit, but her muscles were firm and well-defined. Obviously she worked out a lot.

She caught me studying her and leered, raising her eyebrows and licking her lips. I blushed and looked away. With a friendly laugh, Valerie took my hand, helping me into the tub.

The water was warm and fizzy, bubbly and aromatic. It felt like a dream, easing down into the slippery sudsy foam, surrounded by nude feminine bodies. The tub was designed for four but held five easily enough, especially with two being little girls. Still, we were rubbing up against each other. We couldn’t prevent that — nor did I want to! — and nor, it seemed, did anyone else.

We slid joyfully together, grinning and giggling as we swayed with the motion of the jacuzzi jets, arms and legs overlapping, intertwining. For the first several minutes we simply luxuriated in the decadent pleasure of the experience, but then Valerie said, in an oddly husky voice, “All right, girls, it’s time for you to wash each other now.”

“Okay,” Tina nodded, as she got to her feet. She stood in the center of the bath, suds and water sluicing off her slim form. The bubbles came to the tops of her thighs. What an incredibly beautiful body she had.

The teen reached over to a liquid soap container sitting on the ledge and pumped some into her palm. Her little sister Becky stood up next to her and did the same. Then they began to rub the soap on each other, all over.

Kerie was on my lap. Valerie was seated across the tub from me, her bare bosom just above the surface of the water. With Becky and Tina standing between us, my view of the woman was somewhat obscured. But as her daughters spread creamy lather on one another’s nude bodies, paying special attention, it seemed, to boobies and bottoms, I caught a wink and a nod from Tina. That’s when I realized what was going on: Valerie was masturbating.

By leaning a little to one side, I could see her face. The brunette’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes hooded, lips parted. She appeared to be breathing heavily. I couldn’t tell for sure what her hands were doing, since they were hidden beneath the foam, but by the movement of the muscles in her arms and from her overall reaction, it was clear what was happening.

I had no idea whether Becky really understood what her mom was up to, but Tina obviously did. Evidently something like this had taken place before, perhaps many times, sort of a private erotic ritual. The girls would rub their soapy hands on each other, and their mother would play with herself as she watched them. I wondered, though, how far it might go. Would she actually reach orgasm?

She sure did. Only a few seconds after I’d had that thought, I heard a soft gasp, and saw Valerie’s eyes squeeze shut. She jerked forward, her face in a grimace. Following a few more jerks and muffled groans, the woman relaxed, letting out a long sigh as she slid down a little lower in the jacuzzi. With her eyes still closed, a smile on her lips, her hands came up to cover her breasts, gently massaging.

“Okay, that’s it, we’re done,” said Tina to Becky. “Let’s rinse off now.”

The sisters dipped down into the bubbly water, rinsing the soap away, then took seats again, grinning happily.

“Let’s do that too, Mommy,” said Kerie, as she turned on my lap to look at me. “I’ll wash you and you wash me, okay?”

I liked that idea. We stood up in the tub and I lathered my daughter all over, then she did the same with me. It definitely turned me on — but I also felt kind of giddy, carried away by the novelty of where we were and what we were doing — and soon found myself giggling uncontrollably. It was contagious. The others caught the fever, and we all ended up laughing and whooping and splashing each other, making a sloppy mess of Valerie’s sumptuous bathroom suite.

As we were drying off a few minutes later, using big thick towels, Becky said, “Mom, can Kerie stay here tonight, for a sleepover? She can sleep in my room, okay? Please?”

“Sure, that’s fine with me,” her mother smiled, “as long as Kerie wants to and Shelly says it’s okay.”

I shrugged. “It’s fine with me too. We don’t have any other plans. Kerie, you want to do that? Stay here tonight for a sleepover?”

Of course she wanted to.

The two little girls jumped up and down, squealing with excitement, their lovely naked bodies still glowing from the warm water of the bath. I admired the tempting display, squeezing my thighs together and rubbing the towel over my erect nipples while pretending to dry myself. Then something occurred to me.

“Um, she, Kerie doesn’t have anything to wear. Her dirty clothes are all downstairs. Could she borrow something from Becky?”

“Certainly,” Valerie nodded. “That’s no problem at all.”

“Come on,” said Becky, grabbing Kerie’s hand. Dropping their towels on the floor, the kids raced off to Becky’s room.

“I’ll go help ‘em,” said Tina. “Um, unless you want me to, you know, stay and clean up the bathroom.”

“No, that’s all right,” Valerie winked. “You go on. I know you’ll enjoy helping them.”

“Thanks!” With a jubilant grin, Tina handed her towel to her mother, kissing her cheek, then hurried out to join the younger girls.

For once, Valerie allowed me to do some work, assisting her in rinsing out the tub and wiping up the soapy water we’d splashed all over the place. After that, we both put our clothes back on, then gathered up the towels and went down to the floor below.

The door to Becky’s bedroom was open. We stopped to enjoy the view for a minute. It was arousing and humorous at the same time. Shorts and skirts and tops and panties were scattered everywhere — on the floor, on the bed, on the dresser — it looked like a bomb had gone off. Tina, Becky, and Kerie, all three still naked, were chattering and giggling, debating what Kerie should wear.

“Hey, kids,” said Valerie, “since Kerie is our guest, she can choose anything she wants for dinner, all right? Honey, what do you think you’d like?”

“Um…” my little girl put her hand to her mouth, frowning in thought. “I think, maybe… hot dogs and ice cream. Is that okay?”

“Of course it is, darling. It’s just fine,” Valerie chuckled.

Not exactly the most nutritious meal, I said to myself, rolling my eyes. But whatever. Valerie took my arm and we headed down to take care of the laundry and get started on dinner.

“You‘ll stay too, won’t you?” she said to me. “I need to run to the store for hot dog buns, and you can come along then join us for dinner. Please say you will.”

“Okay, I will,” I smiled. “Thank you.”

I would gladly stay for supper — but what would happen after that? Would I be invited to spend the night with them as well? Nothing had been mentioned about it yet, but I hoped I would!

Continue on to Chapter 22

Me and Sara, Part Three

  • Posted on November 27, 2016 at 3:26 pm

By Dirty Girl Sara

I felt like I had been dreaming when I woke up and felt Sara’s supple hot flesh against me. For so long I had fantasized about making love to my daughter and showing her the pleasures of girl-love but I never really thought it would happen. I had always loved women, marrying only for the image and benefits of the contract.

Always in the back of my mind I would dream about having sex with girls, seducing them, making love to them, teaching them, touching them, feeling their bald pussies bucking against me as I made them cum and feeling their small innocent tongues lapping at my pussy juice. It was a hunger that could never be fully quenched. It was a fire that could never really be put out. I always wanted more.

But most of all I wanted my daughter. To me she seemed like a perfect angel, sweet and innocent and developing into a beautiful young woman. I would lay awake at night fingering my pussy to multiple orgasms imagining her mouth on my breasts and the taste of her young pussy while I made love to her. Every time I looked at my daughter, I lusted after her wishing it was her who was climbing into my bed every night and keeping me warm instead of my own fingers and toys.

And then last night it happened. I had needed to go to the toilet while Sara was in the shower and when she got out one thing led to another. I fingered her right then and there with her skin so slick and hot from showering. She had never orgasmed before, and knowing that I was her first only made it more exciting for me. I brought her to the heights of her pleasure four times last night with my tongue and with my fingers.

She had been an avid learner, obeying my every lesson, licking where I told her, sucking the way I instructed and doing everything so perfect. She loved bringing pleasure to me as much as she loved what I did to her. Finally after several hours of exploring each other’s bodies, and multiple orgasms, she fell asleep in my arms.

And now all I could think about was the ten-year-old girl that she tutored in school, wondering what she had in mind. I couldn’t wait to find out. I taught eighth grade at one of the local middle schools and I also volunteered at the Catholic girls school. I think subconsciously I took those jobs to be around young girls all day and into the evening.

Still dreamy, I opened my eyes and grumbled when I looked at the clock. We were going to be late. I shook Sara awake and felt myself get juicy when she smiled up at me, all sleepy-eyed and pouty. I leaned down and kissed her warm lips and jumped when she responded so passionately. She wrapped her arms around me and before I knew it we were making out like long lost lovers, our hands roaming all over the other’s body, teasing and touching while I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she willingly sucked on it.

With a mind of its own, my thigh opened Sara’s legs and pushed against her already wet sex and she willingly dry humped my leg while we made out. She moaned and rocked herself against me as her body responded. Her nipples were hard against mine which were aching for attention. My whole body cried out for sex.

I never knew I could be so insatiable and I only wanted more knowing it was my sexy, loving, nympho daughter I was going to have sex with. Within seconds were having passionate lesbian sex in a ’69′ as she straddled my head and pushed her sex into my face.

“Suck my pussy, Mommy,” she whined. “I need to feel you licking me. Please lick your baby girl’s cunny. Make your little girl feel good. Ohhhhhh, yeah, Mommy. Make me feel good. That feels so good. Stick your tongue between my pussy lips, Mommy.”

She lowered herself down and started running her tongue between my soaking wet lips in a maddening teasing fashion while her fingers strummed my clit. I was aching for more.

I spread my legs and humped upward, my body begging for more. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore. “Suck my pussy, Sara! Make me cum or you’ll be in trouble! Fuck your mother, you little lesbian mother fucker.”

She squealed with laughter and then stuck her head between my legs and started sucking me in earnest.

“That’s a good girl,” I cooed. “Mama takes care of good little girls.”

I pulled her down and licked and sucked on her pussy. Then I pulled away and licked my right index finger before opening her firm butt cheeks, exposing her virgin ass which flinched inward.

“What are you doing, Mommy?” she asked in a surprised voice when she felt my tongue teasing her brown asshole.

“Mommy’s teaching you,” I said, as I licked around the rim of her ass and then slowly pushed one of my fingers into her. She moaned and I nearly came when I felt her tight sphincter squeeze my finger.

“That’s a good girl. That’s a good girl. Relax and enjoy it, baby.” I went back to licking her pussy while I finger fucked her ass, and before I knew it she was rocking back and forth pushing my finger deeper into her dark bowels.

In minutes we were both cumming. My lips were latched onto her clit while my finger drove into her ass. She exploded in my mouth, drenching me with her girl juice. I came almost at the same time while she strummed my clit and stuck her tongue deep in my pussy.

That was just what I needed in the morning.

She rolled off of me and we both giggled looking at each other.

“Did you like that, baby?” I asked as I kissed her, tasting my juices on her face and lips.

“I loved it, Mom!” she said excitedly.

“Good,” I smiled. “It’s supposed to feel good. Sex is supposed to feel good. Now that you like having my finger in your ass we’ll try it some more later. Maybe we’ll use toys back there.”

“I’d like that,” she sighed. “I never knew I would love sex so much, Mom. I mean, I’ve masturbated and I’ve touched myself. But last night when you made me orgasm, my god, I felt like I never wanted to stop. After that you just kept making me cum and cum and cum and I just wanted more and more. It was like a thirst I couldn’t quench.”

I chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose. “Now you know how I feel. I masturbate three to six times a day at least. At night, after you go to bed, I’ll lay here on this very bed and play with myself through five or six orgasms. I have a huge dildo that stretches my cunt and I love how it fills me up. I have lots of toys that I use and I’ll just lay here and cum and cum and cum, baby.”

Sara laughed. “Well, maybe now that you’ve made me into your lesbian lover, you’ll let me help Mama quench that thirst. Maybe you’ll let me help you cum.”

“Ohhhh,” I said, filled with love as I looked at her, all cute and innocent, embarrassed to have asked that. “Of course baby. Now that we’re lovers you can touch me anytime you want. And I’ll touch you anytime you want baby. I want you make you feel good.”

Sara kissed me on the mouth and looked me in the eyes. “I love you, Mommy.”

“I love you too.”

Thirty minutes later, I was looking in the mirror, and couldn’t help but smile at what I saw. I was wearing a black skirt that stopped just short of the knees and a white blouse. I wore a gold necklace which set off my fair skin rather well and a gold ring on my right middle finger. Underneath, I was dressed rather naughtily with black silk stockings and garter belt. My black thong and low cut bra were matching and I wondered what the other teachers at school would have thought if they knew how I was dressed. My red hair was swept up off of my neck and I wore just a touch of makeup to add color to my fair skin.

All in all I was a picture of wholesome America… except for the fact that I was a wanton nympho who craved young girl flesh.

Sara was dressed too, and when we kissed before we left for school we almost ended up having sex again in the kitchen. She was wearing a plaid skirt and tight sleeveless sweater with her red hair down over one shoulder. She didn’t wear stockings but she had a better tan than I did and with better-formed legs, I thought. She was the picture of wholesome innocence, which was the exact reason why I wanted her body so much.

It took a lot for me to not lay her down on the floor and fuck her right there but we walked out the door, me with shaky legs and Sara with a grin on her face because she knew what was going on inside me.

We got into the car silently and I started to drive her to school. She turned to me and grinned an evil smile. “You wanna fuck me, don’t you, Mom?”

“Yes!” I said louder than I planned to.

She laughed. “I know. Me too. I got wet just seeing you dressed like that, knowing that when I get home tonight we’re gonna have wild sex again.” She grinned and then got quiet again. “Mom? Tonight I want you to fuck my ass. In the shower I played with myself and fucked my ass with my finger but it wasn’t enough. I want you to stretch me back there.”

I nearly squirted in my clothes in the car. “Okay honey,” I said through gritted teeth. Sara couldn’t know the amount of sexual tension I was feeling just then. “I’d love to do that.”

Five minutes later, we were at her school. Sara leaned over and kissed my cheek and then hopped out. I watched her shake her ass as she walked away. I could feel my pussy oozing as she turned around and smiled and waved before walking into the school. I knew I would need to take care of business before I got to work and drove like a madwoman to a shopping center that hadn’t opened yet.

I parked behind the stores and slid my seat back, looking around to make sure nobody was around. I hiked my skirt above my waist and pulled my thong to the side, exposing my wet pussy. I could feel my muscles quiver. My fingers moved expertly to my clit and strummed it while my pussy leaked its juice. My other hand moved down and I began to finger-fuck myself to quicken the orgasm, moving my fingers in and out of my wet hole while I played with my clit.

All the while my eyes were closed and I was picturing myself fucking my young daughter and the student that she was tutoring. In no time I was orgasming like crazy fantasizing about a little ten-year-old mouth on my clit while my daughter rode my face. I fucked myself through three orgasms, all mind-blowing and all to the same fantasy.

Finally, I sat back in the car, gasping, trying to catch my breath while I licked my fingers clean. I pulled some wipes out of the glove compartment and cleaned myself off before pulling my skirt back down and taking a deep breath. I silently hoped that would hold me over until I got home. If not I was going to be in trouble for the rest of the day.

The first part of the day I was able to control myself reasonably well. None of the teachers even suspected what I was thinking, though one looked at me with a grin when she saw how I was dressed. She was cute and in her early twenties. Cheryl had just graduated college and started teaching fifth grade.

By lunchtime I was sweating it. I knew I was in a bad job with my proclivity to want to fuck every nubile and attractive student who came by. I thought about dodging into the women’s room and masturbating again but didn’t want to risk it. That was a sure way to lose my job. I would just have to tough it out.

By one in the afternoon, things had settled down and I was thinking I was in the clear. I was teaching eighth grade English and the class seemed to be going okay when I looked up and saw Angela out of the corner of my eye. She was a cute girl, just budding into a young woman with small mounds for breasts. She was wearing a short skirt and when she crossed her legs it rode up to her mid thigh.

Her hair was a light brown that she kept back in a pony tail and the sweater she wore was just a little too tight to be innocent in my mind. I could picture her on my desk with her legs spread while I tasted her sweet nectar making the young girl cum for the first time. She was thirteen and I wondered if she had ever thought about girl-love before.

I almost lost my train of thought but kept trucking on. Angela was one of my problem students who couldn’t seem to grasp the lessons. I pushed the thoughts from my mind and continued to teach. This was my last class before a free period when I would have a chance to tutor students who needed extra help, or grade papers and such.

It took a lot of effort but I made it through the lesson and finally the kids were streaming out to go to their next class. Before I knew what I was doing I called out Angela’s name as I sat down at my desk.

She had a fearful look in her eye as she stood before my desk. I didn’t know what I was going to say now. It was like my pussy had a mind of its own and it was calling the shots. But there she stood, looking all cute and innocent in her skirt with her hands folded before her while she bit her bottom lip in fear.

“I can see you need some help in class,” I said as I looked over some of her work.

“Yes, Ms. Smith. I’m having trouble understanding everything that we’re talking about,” she admitted with a look of embarrassment on her face.

“It’s okay, child. We all need help every now and then,” I said with a reassuring smile as I moved the chair out and leaned back, crossing my legs, watching her. Her eyes dropped to my legs but then she looked up again, blushing a little. My heart skipped a beat. “Would you like some extra tutoring?”

“Oh yes, Ms. Smith, I would. I think it would help, and I appreciate it.”

“No problem.”

I looked around. “Come sit over here at this desk,” I said, pointing to a desk in the corner that could not be seen from the door. It was the most private area in the room. She looked at me, kind of wondering why I had picked there but didn’t say anything as she walked over and sat down.

I sat next to her in a classroom seat, making my skirt rise up to the tops of my stockings, exposing my garter straps. I pretended not to notice this, but I could see that she could see. She seemed curious and a little excited by seeing that. I grinned to myself, thinking that this was just what I needed today. Silently I wondered if Sara might like her too.

About ten minutes into the tutoring, I placed my hand on the small of her back, and she didn’t move so I felt emboldened. I moved closer to her and as I would lean across, touching her hand to turn a page, I would feel her flinch. I smiled inwardly to myself at this. I knew I would be making my move soon.

“So, how are things at home?” I asked.

“Oh,” she said. “They’re okay I guess.” She shrugged. “You know how it is sometimes.”

I smiled knowingly. “Yes, I do know how it is sometimes. My daughter is about your age.”

“Oh really?” she asked, perking up. “What’s her name?”

“Sara,” I said with a smile. “She’s growing up so fast now,” I said with a sigh. “Sometimes I think she’s growing up too fast.”

“That’s what my mom says.”

“Sara’s asking about boys and… well… you know, sex, already.”

“Is she?” she asked, disbelievingly, but I could see through it and knew that she had been thinking about that too.

“Yes,” I said with a nod. “She’s even asked about girls.”

“Girls?” Angela asked with a confused look.

“Yes, girls. Sometimes girls kiss and touch each other, and she’s asked me about that.”

“Really?” She bit her lip again the way she always did when she was thinking about asking something.

“Have you ever wondered about girls?”

“No,” Angela answered too quickly. “Well, I mean, I’ve never asked anyone about it, but yes I’ve thought about it.”

“How so?”

She seemed embarrassed, and I put my hand on the small of her back again and massaged lightly, reassuringly. “Have you ever touched another girl?” I asked.

She didn’t answer.

“I remember when I was your age, we’d have sleepovers and sometimes we would practice kissing each other. Other times, we’d touch ourselves in front of each other. Have you ever done that?”

“Well. Sometimes. We show each other… you know… our private areas. At the last party we practiced kissing and everyone laughed at me because they said I was too into it,” Angela said with a shrug.

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” I said with a reassuring smile.

I started to tremble a little. “You know it’s very natural for girls to be curious about things like that. So, you know what it’s like to kiss a girl your age…” I smiled, “would you like to know what it’s like to kiss a grown woman?”

“But won’t we get in trouble?” she asked.

“Only if you tell someone.”

I put my arm around her. I could feel her chest rising and falling rapidly as she breathing excitedly. “It has to be our little secret, okay?”

She nodded, with a huge smile on her face.

“Okay then.” I looked around as if checking to make sure nobody was watching, and then I smiled at her. “Now close your eyes and purse your lips.”

Angela did so, sweetly enough to make me want to jump her right there. I leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips. I could feel her tremble and hear her breathing ragged as my lips touched hers. I pulled back an inch and then gave into temptation and ran my tongue along her lips, lightly touching them. She moaned and I smiled to myself.

“All right,” I said in a husky voice. “Now open your lips a little and push your tongue forward ever so slightly. That’s it. Now just keep your eyes closed and do what feels natural to you. Let the pleasure lead you.”

I pressed my lips to hers and she opened her mouth and I pushed my tongue in. She jumped when she felt our tongues touch, and moaned as I put my hands on her shoulders and started to explore her mouth with my tongue. Her tongue touched mine again and before I knew it we were kissing passionately, our tongues intertwining and dancing with each other.

After a few minutes, we were both breathing heavy and my thong was soaking wet as I pulled away and looked at her. She was blushing red and gasping for breath. I smiled at her. “How did you like that, Angela?”

“I liked it, Ms. Smith,” she said breathlessly. Her eyes were shining and she was staring at me.

“Good. How did it make you feel?” I asked as I moved closer to her. I could feel the heat of her skin through her clothes as I pressed my thigh against hers and wrapped my arm around her back and held her close to me.

“It made me feel funny,” she said, embarrassed.

“A good funny or bad funny?” I asked as I rubbed the small of her back.

“A good funny. I could feel my panties getting wet and I felt this funny feeling deep in my belly. It felt really good but I’ve never felt that way before.” She blushed and looked away shyly.

I smiled at her, and she jumped when I put my hand on her thigh. I could feel the heat through her skirt as she slightly shook. “That’s normal, Angela. That’s called arousal. When you’re kissing or touching and it feels real good, you get wet between your legs. Did your nipples get hard?”

She nodded her head. I reached up with a trembling hand and run my palm over them. Yes, they were hard. She shivered and moaned. “Did that feel good?”

“Yes, Ms. Smith,” she said in a whiny voice with a look of need in her eyes.

“Good,” I said softly. “It’s supposed to. Would you like to see what else feels good?”

“Yes, Ms. Smith.”

I brushed her hair away and ran my tongue up her neck to her ear, lightly nibbling and kissing. She whimpered at the sensation as I nibbled on her ear and lightly ran the palm of my hand over her nipples. They were as hard as little diamonds in her thin bra. She was so aroused just from my touch as she clenched her thighs unconsciously.

I gently pushed her legs apart and massaged her warm inner thigh just below her panties, carefully not to touch her there. No, I would take my time and savor deflowering her. She moaned and gasped as I kissed her neck and toyed with her nipples and hot skin until she was panting.

Looking into her eyes, I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her passionately, snaking my tongue into her mouth which she openly accepted and wrapped her arms around me as we pressed our bodies together. After a few moments, we broke apart and looked at each other. I could feel myself dripping as my nipples ached for attention.

“You are a very pretty young girl,” I said to her. “You have the makings of a fine woman, Angela. I think you’d make an excellent pupil for my special lessons. Lessons which will open your eyes to much more than the school books here.”

I bent down close to her ear and she shivered as I said, “Much more than you ever fantasized about in that pretty little teenage head of yours.” I then licked her ear and she whimpered, shaking. I looked at her again. “Would you like special lessons?”

“Yes, Ms. Smith,” she said, looking down.

“Good.” I checked my watch. It was time to go home for the day. “I drive a black Ford Fusion. Wait for me there.”

Angela got up and gathered up her books on shaky legs. She was still blushing as she walked to the door and then turned around with an uncertain look on her face. I smiled and nodded my head, prodding her along. A small smile crept across her face as she turned and hurried away.

I rushed around to clear off my desk and prepare it for the next morning. My own legs were quivering and I was exploding in excitement barely able to contain myself. I rushed out the door with my briefcase and nearly bumped into Cheryl who was walking by. I felt a shimmer of guilt and fear as she looked at me with a knowing expression but then brushed it aside. The corner of the room was well hidden; there was no way she could have seen what had been going on. As I walked away I could feel her eyes burning into my back.

A few moments later, I was at my car and I smiled warmly at Angela who had been waiting there, nervously playing with the hem of her skirt. She returned the smile and we both got in and I drove away. She looked over at me but didn’t speak. I didn’t know quite what to say so I remained silent as well.

“Do you like younger girls?” Angela asked in a soft, meek voice as we approached the secluded park where I planned our rendezvous. I thought for a minute before responding.

“Well, Angela. I won’t lie. I’m very attracted to younger girls. You have softer bodies, more enthusiasm with learning about girl love and you’re fresher.” I smiled at her. “But you’re special, Angela. You have the face of an angel and to be quite honest, I’ve fantasized about you for a long time.”

“Really?” she asked, surprised at the statement.

“Yes,” I said with a nod. “I’ve always been attracted to you. You have the cutest face and your lips have always seemed to kissable to me.”

“Wow,” she said, basking in the attraction and attention. I don’t think anyone had ever told her that. She beamed from ear to ear, blushing in a combination of fear, expectation and excitement.

Within a few minutes, I backed the car into a secluded part of the park where I was sure we would not be interrupted. We were miles from the walking track and the biking trails and we were under a bunch of trees away from the road. We would be sure to have privacy here.

I looked over to Angela and she seemed fidgety, unsure of the situation, maybe even a little fearful. I smiled and laid my hand on her arm reassuringly.

“It’s okay, Angela,” I said with a smile. “Do you remember how good you felt back in the classroom? When I was kissing you and touching your breasts?”

She nodded.

“Imagine that, only a hundred times better. There’s so much pleasure in girl love. You only need the right teacher to open that door for you.” I moved closer to her and silently started massaging her warm thigh through her skirt, looking at her. She responded with excitement, not fear, which encouraged me.

“I can tell you like it, Angela,” I said with a knowing smile. “I can tell you want more.”

She nodded her head and stifled a sob of need as she looked at me.

“I love young girls, like you,” I said, moving my hand up higher under her skirt, feeling the heat of her skin. “So innocent, so fresh, so ready to learn. Your bodies are so supple and ready for the pleasure of girl love.”

I leaned in and licked her neck and she moaned, opening her legs subconsciously. “Mmmmm,” I said as my fingers passed over her panties. My heart was pounding. “Your panties are wet. I can tell you like it. I’m going to teach you things you never thought possible. I’m going to make you love sex so much. You’re not going to be able to get enough.”

Without warning, my hand started massaging her pussy through her panties and she moaned, gasping as I expertly strummed her clit while my mouth sucked and licked her neck and ear while she squirmed. I held her down and she responded to me, humping my hand that was sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

“Pull up your sweater,” I commanded in a husky voice.

She wordlessly obeyed, showing me her erotically plain white bra with hard nipples poking through the fabric.

“Mmmmmm. So nice looking,” I whispered as I moved my other hand to her tits and passed the palm over them, feeling their hardness. “So firm, so young. So ready to be played with and toyed.” I massaged her tits through her bra and tweaked her nipples, causing her to squirm even more.

“Ms. Smith,” she squealed. “What’s happening to me? I feel like I’m going crazy. Oh my god, I’ve never felt like this before.” She was trying to climb out of the seat but she couldn’t away from my hands which were manipulating her young nubile body. The scent of both of our sexes permeated the car as she moaned and gasped toward her first orgasm.

“Hush, child,” I said soothingly. “What you’re feeling is completely natural. Close your eyes and relax. Just let your body feel it, baby. You’re gonna love it.” I rubbed her clit with more force now as I licked her neck, savoring the feel of her plush skin. Her nipples were hard as diamonds and sensitive as I pinched and pulled on them while she approached her first orgasm.

“Ms. Smith!” she cried out with a horrified look on her face.

I kissed her hard on the mouth and then whispered. “Let go, baby. Let go. Cum for me. Cum for me, baby!”

And she did. Her eyes closed and her whole body shuddered and spasmed while she moaned into my mouth. She was so ripe and fresh I could feel her sex pulsing as she experienced her first orgasm.

She continued to shake and moan with her eyes closed as I relaxed my work on her clit.

“Mmmmmm,” I purred. When Angela opened her eyes I was grinning at her and I kissed her softly on the mouth, trailing my tongue along her sweet red lips while she caught her breath. I nibbled on her ear and smiled as she shivered, the sparks shooting through her body.

I slowly slid her panties down her hips and past her knees while she silently watched, pliantly obedient to my need as I stripped her nether region. I grinned up at her and said, “You asked my before if I liked younger girls.”

I looked into her eyes. “The truth is I love younger girls. I can’t get enough. You look so fucking sexy in your little skirts and tight fitting tops with your pert young tits. You make my pussy so wet just watching you in school. I love young girls. It’s like a hunger for me.” I kissed her hard on the lips. “And I’m hungry right now.”

She moaned loudly and lifted her ass off the bucket seat when she felt my tongue on her clit but I couldn’t be stopped. She tasted so sweet as I ate her pussy with a frenzy. My face was coated her with her juices as I sucked and bit on her clit, sucked on her pussy lips and tasted every inch of her. She groaned when she felt my tongue push deep inside her love hole and wriggled around while my finger strummed her clit. In no time at all she was gushing, orgasming again while I firmly held her ass cheeks in place. I sucked up all of her sweet nectar as she experienced her second orgasm.

Languidly and slowly, I licked now, toying with her clit as I moved a finger inside her cunt and massaged her inner walls. She was like a ball of clay, silently enduring the pleasure that I brought her. My pussy was nearly gushing like a river as her cunt muscles tightened on my fingers while I fucked her. In and out my fingers went as her pelvis moved to meet every thrust while my lips sucked on her clit.

She was moaning again as another orgasm rolled over her I sucked and fucked through it until she lay against the seat, spent and tired, whimpering quietly, unable to move. I moved away from her pussy and licked my lips, savoring the taste. She opened her eyes and looked at me, dazed, confused, and I smiled.

“Lick my face clean, baby,” I told her. “Taste your own pussy on my face while you kiss me.”

She did so and it felt so good to feel her young tongue on me, lapping up her own pussy juices. I ended it with a kiss, snaking my tongue into her mouth which she readily accepted and wrapped her arms around me.

“How did you like it?” I asked with a grin.

“I loved it, Ms. Smith,” she replied, breathlessly.

“I knew you would.”

I smiled and leaned back in the seat and unbuttoned my blouse and then undid my front clasp bra, freeing my aching breasts. She stared at them and I smiled. I moaned and arched my back while my fingers lightly toyed with them. My nipples were so hard and so sensitive. I turned to her. “Do you like them, Angela?”

“They’re beautiful, Ms. Smith.”

“I’m glad you like them. I love my breasts.” I rolled my nipples between my fingers, sending shivers down my spine right to my pussy. “You can touch them.”

It felt wonderful to feel her hands on my tits, weighing them, massaging them.

“Play with my nipples, I said urgently, as I hiked my skirt up past my hips and pulled my panties to the side. “That’s it baby. Now pinch my nipples. Yes, like that. Roll them between your fingers. Harder. Harder. Harder! Yes. Pull on them. Mmmmmm, you’ve got me so wet, Angela.”

I smiled wickedly to her while my hand lightly run up and down my pussy, getting it nice and wet while my hips moved in slow sensual motions.

She watched, mesmerized. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” Angela whispered. I chuckled and moved down in the seat.

“Lean down and suck on my nipples baby. Lick and suck them,” I told her. “While you’re sucking on my tits, look down and watch how I play with myself baby. I want you to see how to pleasure yourself. That way tonight, when you’re lying in bed, you can touch yourself like this and make yourself cum over and over again.”

Wordlessly, she leaned down and tentatively licked my right nipple.

I moaned as the moistness of her tongue hit my nipple and I pulled her head down, moaning. In a second, her lips were wrapped around my tit and she was sucking on it like a hungry baby. “That’s a good girl. Suck mama’s nipple. Be a good girl and feed from mama.” The nasty talk seemed to egg her on as she sucked harder and harder.

Her eyes trailed down as I started to finger myself. Maneuvering so I could use both hands while she was playing with my tits, I got down to serious business. My pussy was sopping wet and I was in dire need of pleasure.

Without wasting a moment, I thrust two fingers into my waiting hole and moaned loudly as I felt my muscles contracting around them, gripping them. The sound of wet sex could be heard as I fucked myself hard and fast, driving my fingers into my cunt. I started to play with my clit with my other hand and soon my ass was off the seat while I fucked myself through my first orgasm.

“Mama’s cumming! I’m cumming! Watch me cum! Oh, yes suck my tits while I cum!” I exploded with cum juice running down the crack of my ass while my cunt tightened on my fingers and my clit exploded with every stroke. It felt so wonderful with her small girlish lips sucking on my tits.

“That’s a good girl,” I said as I continued to play with myself, forcing the orgasm on, feeling the waves of pleasure continue to flow through me, all through my body. “Such a good student. I knew you’d be this good. I could tell, baby. So sexy and so beautiful. So sweet tasting. Your lips feel so good on my titties. Mama’s gonna be good to you. Mama’s gonna take care of you baby.”

My second orgasm came without warning and it rolled through me for I don’t know how long until finally I lay spent on the car seat, the fabric soaked with my pussy juices.

When I opened my eyes, Angela was looking at me, her eyes gleaming. “Wow,” was all she said.

Then, in a meek voice, as if afraid of being denied, she asked, ”Can I taste your pussy juice, Ms. Smith?”

I smiled and help up the two fingers that had seconds before been deep inside my cunt. She sucked the sticky juices hungrily, lapping them up and sucking on my digits. It felt so good.

“Mmmmmmmm,” I said as I looked at my watch. It was almost five and I knew I needed to get home. I saw her begin to pout as I moved my thong back over my pussy and rearranged my skirt to cover my legs.

I smiled at her. “This is just the first lesson, Angela. The lessons will become more enjoyable if you want to continue to learn.”

“Yes, Ms. Smith!” she nearly yelled. “I’ve never felt so good before. I can’t even describe it. My god, the pleasure was so intense. I want to have sex all the time now.”

I chuckled. “Good.” I started to button my blouse back up. “You can touch yourself the way I did any time you want. You can strum your little clit or you can finger-fuck yourself. Either way feels very good. Experiment with it. Do both at the same time, or maybe play with your young breasts while you masturbate. It all feels good. You can even stick on your fingers into your tight little ass.”

“Really?” she asked. “My ass?” She didn’t believe it.

“Yes, your ass,” I answered with a chuckle. “It feels real good. It’s so sensitive. It feels even better when your playing with your clit or your pussy and you’re fingering your ass.”

She looked at me disbelieving and I just laughed softly.

The whole drive to her house was spent talking about sex. I explained to her the different ways to play with herself. I even taught her to squeeze her thighs together and relax them until she experienced a mini-orgasm. With a mischievous grin she told me that she would try that at school. I smiled at her and could feel my pussy starting to moisten again. I also told her how to masturbate in the shower with a massaging shower head or different things that she could use to fill her pussy up. Angela drank it all up and I knew she wouldn’t ever be able to get enough.

Finally we were outside her house. “Just tell your parents that I was tutoring you after school.”

She nodded and smiled.

“Remember Angela,” I said to her, “this is our little secret. Nobody can ever know about it.”

She nodded, looking me right in the eye.

“If I find out you’ve told anyone about this, I will be very very upset.”

She is so pliable, I thought, as she looked at me and nodded. “Yes. Ms. Smith. I promise.”

I watched her walk into her house, and then pulled away for the drive home. Sara was waiting for me.

THE END

Darkness Falls, Chapter 4

  • Posted on November 26, 2016 at 4:14 pm

By Girl Lover

In her bed, Susan had been trying to fall asleep but couldn’t. She kept seeing Elena’s cute face smiling at her, her buds poking through her shirt, her pale legs. She became aware of her hand sliding towards her vagina. She didn’t mean to, it just happened. Moving the first three fingers slowly in a circle, she pressed down on her clit when suddenly she heard the door open.

She froze, quickly looking through the darkness of her room to the door as it closed. Suddenly anxious, she called out, “Elena?”

The bed squeaked as something pressed down on it. “It’s me,” Elena’s voice came out of the dark.

“What’s wrong?” Susan asked uneasily.

She could feel the bed jostling as the pale form came closer and stopped right beside her. Susan looked at Elena sitting beside her in the dim light. There was something about the way she looked. Her clothes were too white.

Susan reached her hand out towards Elena’s chest and touched bare skin. “Are you naked?!”

She felt the sheet being pulled back, then felt her breasts being gently grasped.

“What are you doing?!” Susan asked fearfully.

“I’ve seen how you’ve looked at me.” Elena’s whisper sounded next to her ear, even though Elena was still upright beside her. “You can do more than just look.”

“Elena… you shouldn’t be doing this.” Susan grasped Elena’s hands.

“Why not?” Elena answered, continuing to squeeze.

“Because…” Susan pulled her hands away from her breasts. “Because I shouldn’t be having these thoughts about you.”

“But I’m having thoughts about you too,” Elena said. “I want to do this. How is it wrong?”

“We barely know each other.”

“We trust each other with our lives.”

Susan was running out of reasons for why they shouldn’t do this. Elena lay down beside her. Susan turned to look at her, “Elena?”

“Yea.”

“You really want to… for us to… make love?”

“Don’t you?” Elena countered.

This made Susan think about what she really wanted. Susan bit her bottom lip in thought, “But what will it mean for us? I mean we’re friends, so if we do this… what will we be? Girlfriends?”

“I would like us to be.”

“But I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what to do,” Susan told her worriedly.

“I’ll show you.”

Elena raised up and slowly leaned over.

Susan stared wide-eyed as Elena came closer, thinking, ‘Is she going to kiss me?’ She pushed her head back into the pillow as Elena’s lips pressed against hers. ‘Ohmygod, she is kissing me!’ As Elena’s lips slowly caressed hers, Susan didn’t move, partly out of shock and partly because she really didn’t know what to do.

Elena pulled back and asked, “How was that?”

Susan thought for a few seconds, trying to put it into words and the only thing that came to mind was, “Nice.”

Elena smiled as she leaned over and once again gently pressed her lips against Susan’s. This time, it wasn’t as shocking to Susan and she accepted it. Still not knowing what to do, she just lay still while Elena gently pinched her lips with her own and licked her lips. Then as Elena continued to kiss her, Susan began moving her lips slightly as she relaxed and let her feelings take over. Elena stretched out, a leg between Susan’s legs, lying partially on top of her.

Feeling Elena’s body on hers, Susan slowly reached out with her hand and touched the bare skin of Elena’s side. Her hand recoiled at first at the touch of her skin, still unsure as to whether this was right, but she reached out again. As her fingers felt Elena’s body, they delicately traced along her contours ever so slowly. Coming to the swell of her bottom, her hand moved across and just inside her crack.

As she comprehended that her hand was on Elena’s bare butt, that’s when she gave into her lust and accepted what was happening. They were going to do it! They were actually going to have sex!

Wrapping her other arm around Elena’s back, she moaned as her breathing became heavier. Despite her limited experience in kissing, she went with her feelings and mouthed Elena’s lips, trying to match what Elena was doing to her.

Elena’s lips soon moved away as she kissed her way down Susan’s neck. Susan watched as Elena pulled her nightgown off her shoulder, exposing her left breast. Then as Susan watched, Elena leaned over and placed her mouth on it.

“Oww!” Susan suddenly cried out as she jerked in pain.

Elena swiftly pulled away. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! It’s my stupid fangs!”

Seeing her worried look, Susan quickly told her, “I’m okay.”

“I forgot about them,” Elena said quietly.

“It didn’t really hurt that much. It just surprised me.” Susan felt sorry for Elena who was looking so remorseful. “Hey, uh… can I see them? Your fangs.”

Elena looked surprised, “Really? You want to?”

Sniffing in embarrassment, Susan nodded shyly. Elena smirked at her, then opened her mouth, raising her upper lip.

Susan’s eyes widened in astonishment, “Wooow….” In a whisper, she asked, “Can I… touch it?”

“Sure!” Elena suppressed a giggle at Susan’s awe.

Susan reached out and gently poked the point of one of the fangs, then expressed, “Hey, you’ve got fangs in your lower jaw also!”

Unable to hold back her giggle at that comment, Elena said, “I know.”

Elena grasped Susan’s breast again, then slowly lowered her mouth to it, being careful not to bite. Susan watched as she kissed and licked the breast, creating a stirring in her loins. Elena slowly moved downward, kissing the beautiful woman before her while pulling her nightgown off.

Susan scarcely breathed as her body was uncovered by this little girl who was gazing at it almost in reverence. Susan no longer felt ashamed of her feelings, felt only the lust which was quickly building within her. And when Elena laid her face between Susan’s legs, it was too much. Almost immediately, her muscles tensed up and her breathing became heavier.

The faint stirring in her loins swiftly became an overwhelming torrent, causing a warbling wail to erupt from her mouth, “UUUUUUUGGGHHHH!!….” Susan gripped the bedsheets tightly in her balled fists as her back arched in the air, and continued to wail until, as Elena released her, she slowly sank back into the bed, completely drained.

Gasping for breath, she could only lie there for a minute until her strength returned. Elena rose up, her face wet with Susan’s juices. Grinning broadly, she crawled over and lay down beside Susan. Susan turned to look at her, but upon seeing Elena’s sweet face covered with her juices, she winced, quickly apologizing, “OHMYGOD!! I AM SO SORRY! I can’t believe I did that…”

Elena licked it off her lips, “I like it.”

“Here, let me wipe it off…” Susan reached over to the nightstand for a tissue.

The girl reached out, taking Susan’s hand, “No, don’t. I like it.”

Still disgusted by the mess on Elena’s face, she said, “At least let me wipe your mouth.” She reached over and grabbed a tissue before Elena could object, then wiped Elena’s mouth like a mother tending to her baby. Then she looked at Elena, not knowing what to do and too embarrassed to say anything.

Elena asked, “Would you like to touch me?”

Susan looked at the girl’s chest, then slowly put her hand out but stopped halfway.

Taking Susan’s hand, hovering in midair, Elena brought it to her breasts. Seeing the worried look in Susan’s eyes, she quietly told her, “It’s okay. Relax. I want you to touch me.”

As Susan’s hand lightly brushed across the tiny buds, she pulled back at first, but Elena held it against her breasts, gently moving Susan’s hand back and forth over them, letting her become accustomed to it.

Quickly getting over her reluctance, Susan stared longingly at the nipple that she delicately traced circles around, while occasionally dragging her finger across it. Elena lay still, watching Susan in her exploration as she became bolder with each passing minute until finally, she slowly leaned down and kissed it. With her heart pounding, Susan kept kissing it, then kissed the other breast. Partly in lust, partly in veneration, she made love to Elena’s breasts for the sheer beauty that they were; a pale white hill topped by a pink knob. She nuzzled against Elena’s chest, sliding lower towards that secret spot that Susan had been longing to see.

Hardly daring to breathe, she gazed at Elena’s sex as it lay before her. Then feeling more confident than ever, she touched it. She sucked in her breath and flinched at the thought of having touched a young girl’s vagina, then she reached out a second time and touched it again. This time, she didn’t pull back but held her finger there, running it along the closed slit.

Elena’s legs opened, allowing her to see more. Susan glanced at Elena, who was watching her with a slight smile. Suddenly feeling shy, Susan guiltily smiled back and turned again to the pale closed lips between Elena’s legs that were opening up to reveal the pinkness inside. Susan reached in, feeling the soft, hot wetness. She ran her finger around, feeling every part of it. Looking up at Elena, she asked, “What did you do to mine?”

“I licked it.”

Susan’s face took on a look of disgust, “You licked it?”

“Yea. Don’t worry. It’s not dirty.”

Susan lowered her face down to it and sniffed. It didn’t smell bad, so she gingerly stuck her tongue out and touched it. And found that it really didn’t have much of a taste. It was warm, wet, and a tiny bit salty, but that was it. So she gave a small lick and looked at Elena for approval.

Elena smiled, “Yea, just like that.”

Susan stretched herself out between Elena’s legs with her mouth just inches from Elena’s sex. She touched it with her finger, gliding along the inside, going deeper and then pulling her finger out to smell it. Not smelling anything disagreeable, she again cautiously leaned down and gave it a lick. Elena let out a slight gasp, encouraging her to keep licking.

Susan licked a few more times and watched as Elena’s legs opened up and her breathing quickened. Excited by how she was turning on this little girl, Susan began licking in earnest, then as her lust took over, she pushed her face firmly against Elena’s vulva.

Elena threw back her head as her eyes squinched tightly shut. As she felt herself cumming, she opened her mouth wide, and uttered an unearthly scream.

Susan suddenly flinched and jerked her head up to look at Elena, who was gripping the wrought-iron bed frame behind her, twisting it so that it tore loose from the poles. As Susan looked on in shock, Elena opened her eyes and saw Susan staring at her, terrified.

Looking up at the iron bar in her hands, she gasped, “Oh damn… I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do that!”

Quickly jumping up, she turned around and looked at the bent bed frame and the torn piece in her hands. Wincing silently, she breathed out in frustration and laid the metal bar down on the bed. She turned to face Susan. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have grabbed it.”

Susan could only stare at the bent and torn metal pieces that used to be her bed frame. “Jesus…” she mumbled under her breath.

“I’m sorry,” Elena repeated.

Susan turned from looking at the pole to focusing on Elena’s face, “It’s okay… it’s… I’m just surprised by how strong you are.”

“You aren’t mad that I broke it?” Elena anxiously asked, her face wincing.

“No… no…” Susan quickly told her, then shyly asked, “So I made you orgasm?”

Elena smiled, walking over on her knees, then pulling Susan to her, “You made me cum… so hard.” She gently pulled Susan down with her so they were lying beside each other. As they lay on their sides, each facing the other, Elena gently poked Susan’s breast.

“I can’t believe we did that!” Susan exclaimed. “So, this means we’re girlfriends?”

Elena nodded.

Susan stared off into space, “I’m a lesbian now… a pedophile lesbian.”

“I don’t see it that way,” Elena told her. “You don’t like women or little girls. You like me. And I like you.”

They lay together for several minutes, enjoying each other’s company, till Elena said, “I have to go feed now.”

Susan’s eyebrows raised in surprise, “I forgot… I was thinking how we were going to fall asleep here, and I forgot that you still haven’t eaten.”

Elena raised up, telling her, “I’ll be back in a little while.” She began to get out of bed, but then quickly turned around and knelt down and kissed Susan. Then she got up and went to her room to get dressed.

Just before leaving, she poked her head in. “Bye.”

“Bye,” Susan smiled. As Elena left and the door closed, Susan reflected on everything that just happened. Her first sexual experience. Not with a man. Not with an adult. But a little girl. A little vampire girl. Was she in love? They had only known each other for two days, but in those two days, she had become so accustomed to Elena that she couldn’t imagine being without her. Susan, the woman who was afraid of everything, in love with a vampire.

*****

It was approaching midnight when Elena opened the door and walked back inside the apartment. She had gone down to the train bridge nearby where she sometimes saw stray dogs. She had found one but it wasn’t a quick kill, and she had gotten pretty messy in the process.

“Elena? Is that you?” she heard Susan’s voice from the bedroom.

“Don’t come out!” Elena warned.

“Why not?” Susan asked.

“Because I’m…”

“What —” Elena heard Susan say just as she stepped out, looked over at Elena and stifled a scream. Shutting her eyes, she quickly turned away.

Elena told her, “Lemme get in the bathroom!”

As Susan went back in her room with her eyes still squeezed tightly shut, Elena quickly ran to the bathroom and pulled off her bloody clothes. Turning on the shower, she washed the dried blood off her arms, face, and hair. After drying herself off, she was about to walk out when she saw the toothbrush on the sink and remembered about brushing her teeth.

Looking at the mirror and opening her mouth, she saw red streaks in between her teeth, “Yea, I guess I better brush them.” After she finished, she stepped out naked, first carrying her clothes to the laundry basket in her room, then going into Susan’s room.

Susan was seated on the side of the bed, dressed in her nightgown. She glanced up as Elena stepped in.

“I’m clean again,” she told Susan, walking towards her in the darkened room.

“Ohmygod! That was the grossest thing I have ever seen,” Susan muttered. “I’ve never seen so much blood. I nearly upchucked my dinner.”

“I’m sorry,” Elena said quietly. “I guess I’m just used to it.”

Elena came over and stood in front of Susan, who was still sitting on the side of the bed. As Susan gazed at the naked young girl before her, she quickly forgot the disgusting mess that Elena was just minutes ago.

Taking hold of Susan’s gown, Elena slowly pulled it up till it caught where Susan was sitting on it.

“Can you stand up?” Elena asked.

As Susan stood, Elena continued pulling the gown off over her head, then dropped it on the floor. Using her hands, Elena gently guided Susan back down on the bed. Then she crawled up on the bed on her hands and knees, straddling Susan. Bending her head down, she laid gentle kisses on top of Susan’s breasts and then her lips, before stretching out on top of her. Susan’s arms came around her as each made love to the other using their hands and lips till they lost all sense of reason and became two rutting animals, grinding their bodies together.

With their gasping moans breaking the silence, they quickly worked themselves up into a frenzy and exploded together. As Susan came, she held Elena’s body tightly together and pushed her vulva hard against Elena’s thigh as she let out a whimpering moan. Then, exhausted from her effort, her arms dropped listlessly onto the bed and she lay still, breathing heavily.

Elena slid off, keeping her arm and leg on top of Susan so she could hold her. Susan opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds, then whispered, “That was incredible.”

Turning her head to look at Elena, she asked, “How do you do that to me?” to which Elena smirked shyly.

*****

BEEP…BEEP…BEEP

Susan looked over at the clock. 6:30. Groaning, she reached over and turned it off, then lay back. She had stayed up too late last night.

Turning to her side, she saw Elena grinning at her. A smile broke out as Susan turned over, facing her. “Did you just stay up all night watching me?”

Elena nodded happily.

Susan sighed happily as she cupped Elena’s cheek, “As much as I want to stay here with you, I need to go to work.” She leaned over and kissed Elena, holding it. She felt Elena’s arm come around her, than slide down her body till it stopped between her legs. Elena’s hand instinctively pushed inwards and Susan’s legs opened, seemingly with a mind of their own.

Susan giggled then pulled back, “Okay, we need to stop or I’m really going to be late.”

Elena groaned with a pouty look on her face.

“We have tonight,” Susan reminded her, then threw back the sheet and got out of bed.

Elena watched her for a few seconds then followed her to the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” Susan asked.

“To take a shower with you.”

“I need to go to the bathroom.”

“I don’t mind,” Elena told her.

“Well, I do. Besides, I need to get think about getting to work, not playing around in the shower.” Seeing the disappointed look on Elena’s face, she reminded her, “I’ll be home soon.”

Elena, somewhat satisfied, nodded and went back to the bedroom.

After her shower, Susan made herself some breakfast and brought it to the bed to eat. When she finished, she suddenly became aware of her window. Even though the curtain was closed, she went to the closet and took a blanket that was folded neatly on the shelf and carried it over to cover the opening.

Turning to Elena, she asked, “Is that good?”

Elena nodded.

As Susan started getting dressed, she noticed Elena fighting to stay awake, but nodding off. Coming over and sitting down on the bed beside Elena, she stroked her hair and whispered, “Go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

As Elena’s eyes closed and she fell asleep, Susan looked down on her lovingly, and smiled at the sight of her hyperventilating. She quietly stood up and finished getting dressed, then going to the door and turning out the light, she took a last look at Elena before leaving. As she watched her sleeping soundly, with her rapid breathing, she wondered as to this new relationship.

‘Just a few days ago, I was alone in this world. And everyone was human. We only have a few hours together every day. With her being nocturnal, her diet, and hoping there are no crosses nearby when we go out, this relationship will have its peculiarities. Other people have a man or a woman. I have a little girl… who happens to be a vampire. But despite what it is, I’m in love with her. And when I get back, I will wait for the darkness to fall so she will wake and we can be together again.’

THE END

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 60

  • Posted on November 24, 2016 at 3:36 pm

The Rescue, Part Two

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

Cindy could hear the distant sounds of the men following her. Shouts for her to stop peppered the air. Taking a moment to glance at the twins, she saw fear in their eyes. They knew the men would hurt them if they were caught, though she knew it was her they wanted to hurt the most.

Ignoring the pain in her foot caused by the thorn, she redoubled her efforts to get away from them. She figured she had perhaps another quarter mile to reach the rendezvous spot, and her ears told her the men were getting close and she might not make it, especially carrying the twins. For the first time, she realized bringing them may have been a mistake, though it was still a decision she would choose over leaving them behind. She knew the twins would be punished for going with her, but she would be the only one to die if they were caught.

And the thought that she would have died in two days if she’d stayed helped Cindy find a new source of energy and banished the doubts about bringing these two sweet girls. If they were caught, perhaps this would harden their own resolve one day to escape Pablo and his cruelty.

Finally, she heard the men only a short distance behind her. Their shouting and the noise from moving through the brush that reached into the pathway had continued, so she was able to keep up with their location relative to her own. She was making noise as she ran along the path as well, but she thought the men’s stumbling noises made it nearly impossible for them to separate their own clumsy sounds from hers.

It dawned on her she would not make it to the meeting place without the men catching her first, so she made a quick decision to hide instead, hoping they would run past and not notice.

She veered into the jungle to her right and moved as silently as possible off the path to a stand of thick growth. She held her finger to her lips to signal the girls to remain silent.

Crouching down into the undergrowth, Cindy and the twins waited as the shouting men pounded up the path. They would pass them no more than twelve feet away.

She saw the men’s faces as they ran along the path. She knew them, two of Pablo’s guards named Jorge and Ricardo. They had never been friendly toward her in the least. In fact Ricardo was always making lewd comments about what he wanted to do to her, even though he knew Pablo would strongly disapprove if he had raped her as he wanted to. Strangely, Pablo was probably the only thing keeping him from doing so.

The two men ran along the path, oblivious to the fact they were now past their quarry. Cindy watched them until they were down the path far enough for them to quietly disentangle themselves from the vines of the bushes that had hidden them.

Now she worried what would happen when the men came upon Carlo and the waiting car. Would Carlo have time to react? Would he be able to hide? She hoped for the former and doubted the latter.

Once again on the path, she began to jog toward their destiny, hoping it was a destiny she would want. Each step was now excruciating, and her arms were tiring rapidly from carrying the two girls.

********

Pablo bounced along in the back seat of the jeep, his men doing the same in the front. Just as Pablo was checking to make sure his pistol was fully loaded, one of the men in the front shouted an oath and slammed on the brakes.

“Qué es?” What is it? Pablo asked, but as soon as the question was out, he knew because of the sound of air escaping the tires. Looking back he saw the roofing nails scattered on the path behind the jeep. All four tires hissed as the air ran out around the nails, which had a large, thin, flat head to allow them to lie on the dirt road with the points sticking up.

That son-of-a-whoring-bitch, he thought. I will kill him more slowly for this.

“Get out!” Pablo commanded in Spanish. “Go back to the house and get another vehicle!” As the men ran back to the house, maybe a quarter mile back along the road, Pablo got out and drove the jeep off the rutted pathway to allow the other car to pass when it arrived. Then he went back and used his feet to sweep the nails off the path, checking to make sure he hadn’t missed one. There had to be a hundred of them scattered along the road, with more embedded in all four of the jeep’s tires.

Once he had cleared the narrow roadway, he sat there and fumed over the audacity of Carlo and Cindy to attempt her escape just before he planned to kill the whore. He could not allow such boldness to go unpunished. He would make an example of them. He would force his entire household to watch them being tortured to death. None would dare cross him after that.

It was mutiny, and that sort of thing, not stamped out in the beginning, had a tendency to grow and thrive in the minds of the lesser beings he owned and used for his pleasure. It could even invade the minds of his paid servants, especially since one of them, the chauffeur he thought he could trust, was a part of this conspiracy against him.

Looking back up the path toward the house, he wondered what was taking the men so long to get another car.

********

Carlo could hear the men chasing Cindy, so he knew without a doubt that Pablo was now on his way to him, but he hoped the men were too occupied with racing up the road to notice the roofing nails until it was too late. He had purchased them in town a few days ago and had stored the box in the small compartment in front of the passenger seat. He had scattered the whole box of nails on the road.

He had no way of knowing if his plan had worked, but the fact that a car had not arrived yet was a good sign.

He smiled, wishing he could be there to see the looks on the faces of the men as they tried to start any of the other cars on the compound. Getting any of the cars started would take a long time because they would have to return to the jeep to borrow from it what was missing from the others. He only wished he had been able to disable the jeep, but Tomas always drove it home each night.

Smiling again, he looked into the back seat of the car he was driving at the four sets of red and black battery cables that lay there.

********

Tomas, one of the two men from the jeep, pounded the steering wheel of the car he and Luis had jumped into. He had turned the key, but nothing had happened. Not a sound issued from the engine.

Getting out and popping the hood, he saw that the battery cables had been disconnected from the battery as well as from the starter. The cables were missing. Screaming an obscenity, he ran to the next car, popping the hood first before trying to start it.

This car, too, was missing the cables.

Glancing up the line of cars, he realized his only hope lay in the last car in the line. If it, too, was without battery cables, he would have to return to Pablo and inform the tyrant they were unable to go any further unless they took the battery cables from the jeep to use to start one of the cars. Either that, or they would have to drive the jeep on the rims, though that would be a slow process, almost assuring the escape’s success.

Arriving at the final available car, he lifted the hood. All his strength seemed to desert him when he saw the disconnected battery. Without a cable running from the battery to the starter, none of the cars could be used.

********

Pablo grew tired of waiting for Tomas and Luis and jumped back behind the wheel of the jeep. Starting it, he began to steer down the dirt road, ignoring the sluggish way the jeep handled with its four flat tires.

He had no idea what had happened, but he suspected the other cars had been sabotaged in some way, preventing the men from bringing a fresh vehicle to take them to Carlo’s and Cindy’s deaths.

********

Carlo could hear the men approaching and wondered where Cindy was. He had been expecting her and the twins to burst out of the jungle at any moment, but now it was obvious they had been forced into a maneuver to prevent being caught by the men.

The shouting of the men had alerted Carlo to their nearness, and he was ready when they burst out of the greenery onto the road.

Each man saw the car, then Carlo. Finally, their gazes fell on the gun pointed at them.

It was the last thing each man ever saw.

In what looked like a single movement that displayed a dancer’s grace, Carlo aimed and pulled the trigger once before moving quickly to his left to aim and fire again. He had been trained as a sharpshooter, and the bullets found their marks, entering the foreheads of each man and making scrambled eggs of their brains. They fell in two lifeless heaps where they stood. The two cracks of gunfire were heard by everyone on the compound. One shot had followed the other so closely that most people would think they were intended for the same target.

********

Cindy stopped short at the sound of the gunfire, panic rising in her chest. Two gunshots fired so closely together, they had to have been fired by the two men who had raced past her moments ago when she and the twins were hiding.

Carrying the twins, who seemed to gain weight with each of her steps, she continued to hobble toward the end of the path, which she knew must not be far now.

Finally, she saw the clearing that meant she had reached the end of the path. If Carlo were dead, the escape would be over. Not caring if she were caught, she burst out of the brush. The two men lay on the ground, obviously dead. Then she saw Carlo and the waiting car. She noticed the large pistol that dangled from his hand as if it were a part of him. Had he shot them? No other explanation was possible.

Carlo hissed, “Get in, quickly! Pablo might be along any second!”

She hurried to the waiting car and climbed into the open trunk with the twins, who had maintained complete silence since they had emerged from their hiding spot in the trees and brush.

Once Carlo had slammed the trunk closed, she hugged them tightly.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “This will all be over soon.”

“I’m scared,” Sonia said.

“Me, too,” Sophia whispered, her voice indicating she was very close to tears.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Cindy said, trying to soothe their fears. “We’re going to be safe now. Don’t cry. We will be in the air in less than an hour.”

“Really?” Sophia asked, obviously gaining some optimism from this news.

“Yes, really. And you two can be my two little girls and live in America with me.”

Sonia managed a smile, though it was too dark inside the trunk for anyone to see. She liked the idea of being Cindy’s daughter. She had no idea where her real mother was now, and besides, she had sold her and her sister into sexual slavery. She didn’t matter anymore.

“We’re approaching the gate,” Carlo shouted. “Stay silent.”

They could hear Carlo talking to someone, but they couldn’t make out the words from inside the trunk. Cindy hoped they would be able to get into the cab of the car after this. The trunk was hot and cramped with the three of them squeezing together to make enough room to fit.

Then they felt the car begin to move, slowly at first. Then they heard the shouts. Cindy recognized Pablo’s voice, which was muffled somewhat by the trunk’s lid, but not so much she couldn’t hear what he was saying. He was shouting at whoever was at the gate to stop them. The car lurched forward, putting as much distance as possible between the gate and themselves.

********

Pablo stopped the jeep and jumped out, demanding the gatekeeper to start his own car, which sat on the other side of the road from the gatehouse.

Javier, the gatekeeper, jumped into his car and started it while Pablo jumped into the front seat beside him. He had never had anything like this happen before, and he wondered what Carlo may have done to piss off Pablo so much, because his boss was angrier than he’d ever seen him.

Gunning the car’s engine, the man drove after the fleeing vehicle, Pablo urging him to drive even faster.

“I’m going to return them to the compound and kill them both very slowly,” Pablo said.

“Both?” Javier asked, puzzled.

“Yes, my woman must be in the trunk with two of my other girls. The girls will be allowed to live because this escape wasn’t their idea, but Carlo and the bitch must die.”

Javier decided to stop talking and drive. He preferred to keep his nose out of other people’s business, especially when the other person could have him shot and suffer no consequences.

********

Lolita spotted the landing strip and circled to land. She had seen it from the air before, a small grass strip of land about fifty feet wide and perhaps a half mile long. The orientation was southwest to northeast, and the windsock that perched beside the airstrip indicated she needed to land from the southwest. She was flying low, as these two beautiful women had requested, about a thousand feet above ground level.

As she turned to her left to line up with the landing strip, she noticed two cars speeding toward the air field from about a mile away. Looking in the co-pilot’s seat, she assured herself that her pistol was there at the ready should she need it.

Gwen and Kayleigh clasped hands as the plane banked to land, each smiling reassurance to the other.

“There are two cars speeding toward the airstrip,” Lolita said, unaware of the panic she was causing to grip the women sitting in the back.

Gwen pulled out her pistol and picked up the one she’d given to Kayleigh earlier that had been left on the seat beside the porn star turned heroine.

“Remember, we knew we might have to actually kill someone when we made these plans,” Gwen reminded Kayleigh, who went pale when the gun was held out to her. “It looks like we really might have to do just that.”

Kayleigh swallowed hard before realizing this was a matter of life or death. If she didn’t kill the other person, that person could kill her. Her daughter would have no mother. Her face hardened at that thought. She could easily kill to prevent that from happening.

The plane touched down with a bump on the slightly uneven terrain of the grass landing strip. Rolling the plane to a stop, Lolita saw the first car swerve toward them before sliding to a fast stop ten feet from the plane.

Carlo jumped out of the car and rushed to the trunk. He had hoped they would all be able to be in the cab of the car before arriving at the airstrip, but that plan had been ruined by Pablo and Javier’s car, the one good car Carlo couldn’t have sabotaged even if he’d realized it would be available. Now, Pablo was only a few hundred meters away and closing fast.

Popping the trunk, Carlo shouted, “In the plane! Now!”

Cindy leapt from the trunk and helped the children out before herding them toward the open door of the plane. She could feel the air from the propeller rushing along the plane’s fuselage, bending the grass over as if the blades were in fervent prayer for their success.

She heard shots being fired from the car that had been behind them, and she felt a bullet enter the flesh of her left thigh. It burned and the impact had felt like being kicked by a mule. She stumbled, and as she did, she heard a second shot. She heard the bullet whiz past her head, narrowly missing her. The stumble had probably saved her life. Cindy had one final thought of Jenna and lunged for the open plane, where the twins were already scrambling up into the aircraft.

She felt a presence behind her and glanced around. Carlo was there. Then she heard another shot and Carlo was gone, having either fallen from being shot or by choice to take aim at Pablo. She prayed it was not from the bullet.

More shots rained from the car Pablo had been in, and Cindy noticed another man there, firing shots toward the plane without seeming to care where they landed. As she was hoisting herself up into the plane, she felt a woman standing over her. A loud report of gunfire came from above her where the woman stood.

Gwen had seen Carlo fall, a bullet splattering his brains onto the grass. She stepped forward to take aim at the man firing aimlessly when a bullet entered her sternum, shattering her heart. She was dead before she hit the ground outside the plane.

“Gwen!” Kayleigh shouted.

Cindy had managed to climb into the plane and noticed the twins huddled together, each with hands covering their ears, their eyes shut tightly against the violence all around them.

Lolita, seeing that the cargo they had come for was now either on the plane or dead beside it, revved the engines to circle around to take off. Before turning the plane around, however, she took her gun and aimed it carefully out the window. She had taken marksmanship lessons since she was nine, and she was as good as Carlo when it came to hitting what she aimed at, maybe better.

She had recognized the man who had fired the first shots. It was Pablo Peligro. He was well known in this part of South America, and her family had had more than one run-in with the man. He was responsible for her own brother’s death, and now it was time for revenge. She was sad for the two lives that had been lost today. She knew families would suffer because of this evil man’s actions once again, but it was not for them she fired.

It was for Vicente, her eldest brother, whom she loved and worshiped from the time she could walk.

“This is for Vicente Suarez,” she said quietly as she squeezed the trigger.

Later she would swear she could see the bullet flying toward the man’s head. It seemed to take a full minute to arrive, but when it did, she watched with glee as the head of the monster who had murdered her beloved Vicente shattered in a cloud of red and gray.

Pablo Peligro never knew what hit him. Or why his life had been taken so violently.

Looking around at the carnage, Javier leaned over and threw up into the short grass of the air field. Then he climbed into his car and drove home. He felt that since his boss was now dead, he would have to find another job.

He wasn’t upset about that in the least.

********

As the plane careened and banked up into the afternoon sky above what is normally a beautifully green area of Colombia, Kayleigh hugged Cindy as they both wept bitterly. Cindy had harbored hope that she could convince Carlo to join her in the plane for a ride to safety and freedom in America. Barring that, she had hoped to convince him in the coming months to immigrate to California to be with her.

Now, that would never be. Five years of her life had been stolen from her, and now a part of what she’d hoped would be her future had been ripped from her as well, all by the one man she hated most in the world. The only solace she had was that she’d seen Pablo die, though the thought had occurred to her that his death was far too quick.

The twins clung to her as if releasing her would make her disappear. They sobbed as well. They cried from the fright of their journey to this plane. They cried from the loss of a man they knew had cared about them. And they cried for the woman who was now their mother, who had obviously both lost and gained something precious on that isolated landing strip. They loved her with a strength and passion that they were still too young to fully realize. And without realizing they had had such a thought, they vowed to make her life as good as it could possibly be without Carlo.

Kayleigh was too stunned to speak. Tears and sobs were the only things that could come from her at that moment. She had known this was dangerous and had accepted the possible consequences, but like so many who understand a possibility, she had not expected that the worst could ever really happen. In her mind before the disaster that was Gwen’s and Carlo’s deaths, she had pictured them getting out unscathed. She had seen their fear as the worst thing that would happen to them. Gwen had been loyal to Cindy even though she’d never met her. She had risked her life back in California for a woman she’d only seen pictures of.

She thought back to past conversations with Gwen about Cindy. She had told this special woman turned vigilante rescuer about the sex she and the girls had shared with Cindy. Gwen had looked forward to possibly sampling some of that delicious pussy herself.

Now, she never would.

Also, she never would be able to enjoy her own nieces again. Those girls loved their aunt, had made passionate love with her, and now perhaps their favorite person in the world was gone.

It all seemed so unfair, really.

Looking down, she noticed the ugly, bleeding hole in Cindy’s thigh.

“Oh, my God! You were shot!” she exclaimed, shocked at seeing this wound that didn’t seem to bother Cindy in the least.

Cindy looked down as if noticing the injury for the first time. “Oh, yeah. It was while I was getting in the plane. Then Carlo was behind me and–” She couldn’t finish the sentence.

Kayleigh thought of Carlo. The man had given his life for Cindy. She looked at the crying woman and felt she should tell her what she hadn’t seen.

“He tried to fire his gun and shoot Pablo,” Kayleigh said. “But it must have jammed or something. Then he saw that Pablo was aiming at you to shoot you before you could get on the plane. He jumped between you and Pablo. He took the bullet meant for you. You were halfway into the plane by then, so it would have hit you square in the middle of the back if he hadn’t done that. Probably would have hit your heart. He saved your life.”

Cindy stared at Kayleigh as if she were trying to decipher the words, as though Kayleigh were speaking an unknown language. He had stepped in to take the bullet?

Sobs shook her as she thought of this wonderful man who had given his life to save hers.

They were still crying when they landed at Santiago Vila and boarded the Learjet for home.

The End of PART TWO

Continue on to PART THREE: The Young Adult Years, starting with Chapter 61


Author’s note:

First, this is not an apology for what took place in the story. I am proud of this phase of my erotic novel, and have become convinced that I can write mainstream fiction because of this. Normally, of course, an author just lets the story stand for itself, but because I communicate with my readers through comments on the website, making me feel much closer to you all, I felt more was needed than just saying adios to a couple of characters who had played such a big part in this story.

I’ve known for a long time that Carlo and Gwen would die in the rescue, as well as Pablo. The other minor characters who chased Cindy and the twins through the brush died because the story required it, and I know that nobody felt the loss of them at all.

I am aware many of you won’t like this ending to this part of the story. Forgive me, but that only means I did what I set out to do. That you care about my characters is the greatest compliment any writer can receive. It means they are more than words on a page. They have become real to you.

I set out to make Part Two an erotic thriller that would become a page-turner more for the suspense than for the sex, and I believe I have succeeded. I worried that the vast majority of you would stop reading this book because there were chapters totally devoid of erotic scenes. I am sure some did move on to other stories, and that’s fine. I cannot force people to read my work, and this is an erotica site, after all. That many of you not only kept reading, but also urged me to ‘hurry up’ with the next chapter is music to my ears. I am humbled by your admiration of my work.

It wasn’t easy to write this portion of the story. I was always concerned with pacing, not wanting to venture too far into the suspense without having, for want of a better term, sexual relief (as opposed to comic relief). I feel I have accomplished this, including enough sex of the type we all enjoy, as well as telling the story of the rescue.

Now, the good news for those wanting a bit more sex is that beginning with the next chapter, there will be much more of it. In fact, the first four chapters of Part Three are filled with it, including the introduction of a new eleven-year-old character. (I know…can’t wait, can you??) My spouse, Lisa, has read it and she loves it, having come several times reading it. I hope you can do the same.

This author’s note will eventually become a blog post, but I wanted it here first so those reading this story would see it and read it. Again, no apologies are offered, and if that offends you, then so be it. We lose people we love in our lives all the time, and dangerous missions like the one here almost always result in loss of life on both sides of the situation. You know, like war.

Cheryl Taggert
November 14, 2016
Approximately two weeks after finishing this chapter

Me and Sara, Part Two

  • Posted on November 23, 2016 at 4:08 pm

By Dirty Girl Sara

Part of me couldn’t believe that I was taking my daughter to bed but the rest of me was excited and shaking with sexual need as I led her to my bedroom. Once inside the bedroom I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her on the lips. Within a minute we were both breathing heavily and pressing our bodies against each other. She was rubbing her clit against my leg, the hormones and sensations teaching her what to do. I could feel her slick wet pussy against my thigh.

Finally I broke away from her and stepped back for a moment. She watched wide-eyed as I undressed, first unbuttoning the white blouse and letting it fall to the floor. Her eyes glowed as I unclasped the front hook bra and let my tits fall free. They were a large C-cup, still firm and milky white like the rest of my fair skin.

“You like them?” I asked as I jiggled them in front of her.

“They are awesome!” she said.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed when she saw me playing with my nipples, making the nubs hard as rocks and then lifting my right tit to my mouth and sucking own nipple. That was a trick I learned as a teenager when I first developed breasts and had helped me through long masturbation sessions on my own. God, I love nipple play!

“You like that?” I asked, grinning up at her after releasing my nipple with a wet smacking sound. Sara’s eyes were ablaze as her fingers rubbed her pussy between her wet lips.

My breathing was heavy, with every muscle taut with sexual tension, and I could smell my sex. All she did was nod her head. Not wanting to wait anymore, I unzipped the black skirt from behind and let is slide past my hips and down my legs. I turned and bent down, showing her my black thong. I could hear her breathing heavily from the bed, where she had laid down.

I licked my lips and locked eyes with her as I stood up and walked over to the bed, stripping out of the thong, leaving me only in the black high heels and black silk stockings. I wanted her so bad! I trembled as I pushed her back onto the bed and started kissing her.

Within a minute, we were writhing and feeling each other as we kissed, our tongues lashing at each other, the passion and tension building. Sara was dry humping my leg, though it wasn’t too dry anymore. I could feel her wet pussy juices on me. I returned the gesture and was rubbing my cunt against her thigh, teasing myself but finding no relief.

“Touch me baby,” I whispered as I humped her. “Explore Mommy’s body.”

She followed my commands, touching my tits, tentatively at first. After I found her wet pussy and started fingering her clit, she stopped being gentle and started groping them, pinching my nipples and pulling on them, massaging the huge globes.

“That’s it baby. Play with Mommy’s tits. It feels so good.”

I could hear her whimpering and moaning as my fingers flew over her clit, the hard little nub never touched like this before. She was humping my hand as her cunt leaked juice all over me. I leaned down and took one of her small nipples on my mouth and sucked hard, biting it lightly feeling her respond even more as I stimulated her nipples. I moved to the other nipple and did the same, getting it nice and hard, the little bumps on her chest.

God I love young pussy! Unable to hold back, I growled low and pushed her down against the bed and spread her legs wide. I took a good long whiff of her pussy and could feel my pussy tingle just from the smell.

“Mama’s gonna make you feel so good,” I said, before I licked her from anus to clit. My tongue slipped between her tight hairless folds and her girl juice tasted so good.

“Mommy!” she squealed as she tried to close her legs — but I wouldn’t let her as I forced them wider apart. I’m sure her twelve-year-old pussy had never felt anything like this before. I slipped my tongue between her lips and pushed my tongue into her tight hole and could feel her muscles clinging to my tongue as I rocked back and forth, tongue-fucking her. She was moaning and grunting now.

I had only a one track mind now and didn’t think about anything else as I worked to bring her off for the first time by a woman’s tongue. I slipped my tongue out of her sex hole and up to her clit and tickled it before tonguing it harder and harder, teasing it and then sucking it. I teased it with my tongue as I sucked hard on her clit. She tried pushing her ass of the bed to get away but I held her tightly as I could feel her body edging toward orgasm.

My face was covered with her pussy juice as she squealed and squirmed, moving her body in an ecstasy that she had never felt before. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god!” she said over and over again as her breathing became very ragged and her cunt opened up. She started to tremble and then shake as she let out a loud scream and her cunt exploded all over my face, showering me with her girl juice. I eagerly licked it all up as she whimpered and shook as the orgasm washed over her.

I didn’t stop licking as her the orgasm dissipated. She was moaning still as I licked her clean, unable to get enough. She tried to get away but I held her to me as I sucked and licked her toward another orgasm. I slipped my finger deep into her pussy and fucked her while I sucked her clit and she screamed through a mind-blowing orgasm, coating my face with her juices.

Finally, I released her clit from my lips with a smack and looked at her. She lay there shaking, moaning as she bit her bottom lip. Her eyes were closed and I could see her rock hard nipples that looked like tiny pebbles. I crawled up next to her on the bed. But now it was my turn.

I kissed her hard, slipping my tongue into her mouth. She could taste and smell her own pussy juice which must have excited her even more. Within a second, she was lapping my face with her tongue, cleaning me like a little kitty cat. It felt so good, her young innocent tongue on me.

“Mama needs relief,” I whispered to her in need. “Make Mama feel good.”

“What do I do?” she asked, scared.

I opened my legs and led her hand to my wet pussy. “Go down between my legs, baby.” I used my fingers to open my lips. “See that thing above my love hole baby? It sticks out? That’s my clit. Just stick your tongue out and lick it.”

The rush of her tiny, innocent tongue touching my clit almost threw me into orgasm. “That’s it darling. Now lick it, use the flat of your tongue. Oh, shit baby! That feels so good. Lick Mama’s clit. You’re making Mama feel so good. Now suck it. Harder! Suck Mama’s clit harder.”

It felt so fucking good to have my twelve-year-old daughter sucking my clit. She got into it more and more, and before I knew it she was flicking her tongue across my clit while she sucked on it. “Now use your fingers. Take two fingers and stick them into my pussy! Oh, god! That’s it baby! Finger-fuck your mother. Finger-fuck me baby.” I moaned and started playing with my tits, pulling on my nipples and massaging my heavy tits.

“Mama’s going to cum! You’re going to make Mommy cum!” I couldn’t hold back any longer and before I knew it, I was shaking as the orgasm rolled through my body, my cunt exploding. “Oh baby! Mama’s cumming! Use that tongue baby! Lick Mama’s juices! Lick Mama’s juices.” She obediently lapped up my cunt juice as it oozed from my pussy.

“Ahhhhhhhhh,” I breathed as my whole body shook in orgasm. “Such a good girl. You made Mommy feel so good.”

I ran my fingers through her hair. “Oh baby. Keep on licking Mommy.” She didn’t stop as she went back to licking and sucking my clit. “Do you like it baby? Do you like, sucking Mommy’s clit?”

“Yes, Mommy,” she said between licks. “I love the way it tastes. It makes me tingly all over licking you. I feel funny down between my legs knowing that I’m making you feel so good.”

“Pussy, baby. You can call it a pussy,” I said with a smile as her tiny fingers and tongue brought me slowly to another orgasm.

“Pussy. I love licking your pussy. It tastes so good.”

Then she was back at it, licking and sucking me while her fingers plunged deep into my pussy. Before I knew it, I could feel another orgasm approaching and I lifted my hips off the bed while she her lips latched onto my clit and she sucked, even biting it. My fingers pulled and twisted my nipples.

“Fuck, baby! Lick Mama’s pussy. I love your little tongue licking me. You’re so fucking hot and beautiful baby. I’ve dreamed of you licking me like this for so long. I would finger my cunt all night long, making myself cum over and over again while I fantasized about my sexy young daughter sucking on my clit.”

She sucked even harder and it drove me over the edge and before I knew it I was squealing in orgasm as she lapped up my cunt juices. Her fingers played with my clit while she licked me between my lips, sucking up all my juices.

“Oh baby, stick a finger up my ass, baby,” I moaned, reaching down and spreading my cheeks for her. She hesitated in shock, but just for a moment as she went back to licking me. Her finger violating my ass was enough to start another orgasm that lasted a full ten minutes as she assaulted my ass and pussy. It felt so good to have my sphincter stretched as she fucked my ass with her finger. “Yea baby. Fuck my ass. Fuck Mama’s ass. Mommy’s still cumming.”

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I yelled as I exploded uncontrollably and ejaculated, shooting pussy juice all over her face. She was shocked and a little scared. “You made Mama cum baby! Oh god baby that felt so good!”

After a few moments of regaining my breath, I felt Sara’s warm body slide up to me and I embraced her, holding the little girl tight to me. Her skin was hot and slick with sweat. She moved against my and I purred into her neck before I kissed her.

“Never in my wildest dreams did I think it would be this good, baby,” I said with a grin on my face.

“I know, Mom. It was awesome,” she giggled. She kissed me again, slipping her tongue into my mouth.

God, she could make me tingle and I could feel my pussy getting wet again.

“Now I want to do it all the time,” she sighed. “I love the way you licked my cunny and played with me. I’ve never felt so good.”

“I’m glad baby,” I said as I turned to her to me, looking serious and mother-like. “But it has to be our little secret. Okay? You can never tell anyone what we do. I love you so much and it feels so natural, but some people would never understand. The love we share has to remain a secret.”

“Okay, Mommy,” she said with a knowing smile. She snuggled up to me and laid her head on my left breast.

“Can Mommy tell you a secret?” I asked with a grin.

She looked up and smiled, nodding her head.

“Mommy has always loved little girls.”

She looked at me, waiting.

“Ever since I was in college and a student teacher, I would imagine seducing them and making love to them, being their first, and teaching them. Girls as young as nine years old, I would dream about their bodies, their hairless pussies, never touched before and their flat chests with pebble nipples. I would imagine their innocent tongues licking me and tasting my pussy. Many nights when your father would be having sex with me, the only way I could orgasm would be to close my eyes and fantasize about some of the girls in my classes that I taught.”

“Have you fantasized about me?” she asked.

For the first time in a long time I blushed beet red. Sara giggled when she saw this.

“Some of my wildest fantasies were about you baby,” I said.

Sara moved up on the bed and out of the corner of my eye I could see her lightly touching her pussy, running her finger up and down her still slick lips. I moved her hand away and slowly pleasured her, lightly rubbing her clit and massaging her pussy lips. It felt divine, the soft supple innocent flesh of my twelve-year-old daughter.

“I would imagine coming home and finding you with your friend, play-kissing each other, and then teaching both of you the joys of girl-love. In my fantasy I would sit by and direct you girls on how to kiss and touch each other and I would touch my pussy while you licked each other and had sex in different positions. Afterward, you both would crawl over to me and lick my pussy. You’d be licking and sucking on my clit while your friend would be licking my lips and fingering me.”

I moved even closer to her so she could feel the hot breath as I talked softly into her ear. Her whole body shivered as I touched her pussy.

“In another fantasy you walked in on me while I was masturbating and you would be embarrassed but curious. You’d stay and watch while I finished pleasuring myself. You would get real close to my pussy and watch as I came, getting my bed and my toy all wet with my juices. I would see you all excited and then I would make my move, silently touching you and pulling you to me and then making love to you. I would teach you how to touch yourself and how to make love to another woman. We would explore each others bodies all night.”

“God, Mommy. That is so hot,” Sara gasped as her hips started moving. “I love hearing about you wanting to fuck little girls. I never thought I would say this but it really turns me on.”

“Good baby,” I said with a chuckle. “Like mama, like daughter. It looks like my baby is all hot and wet again. Do you want Mommy to make you feel all better?”

“Yes Mommy,” Sara said in a little girl voice. “I want you to fuck me. Fuck your baby girl and show her girl-love.”

She pressed her lips to mine and opened her legs as I pushed two fingers into her pussy and started fucking her. Her hips moved in motion with my fingers as my thumb found her still sensitive clit and massaged it while I fucked her. We kissed and kissed while I fucked her, her tongue dancing with mine, hungrily searching my mouth.

In no time flat, she was cumming on my fingers, her young pussy gripping my fingers as I fucked her through another orgasm. She clung to me and was moaning and nearly screaming as her orgasm raced through her body. It finally abated and I slipped my fingers out of her. I put them to her nose and she looked me in the eye while she sniffed her own pussy juice. Wordlessly she licked them clean, sucking all of the pussy juice off them.

“Mama needs some lovin’ too,” I said, and pushed her head down. From all the dirty talk and playing with her, my pussy was already sopping wet. She needed no encouragement as she slipped down my body and started sucking my clit in earnest and finger-fucking me. I opened my legs and felt my orgasm rushing toward me as I pulled and twisted my nipples until finally I yelled and screamed out in pleasure as her tongue and fingers drove me over the edge.

Sara licked and sucked me clean and then moved up my body and cuddled on my left breast again.

“Mommy,” she said without looking up, “I tutor a beautiful little ten-year-old at school.”

I smiled to myself and kissed her head before drifting off to sleep, wondering what sexy things Sara and I could do.

Continue on to Part Three

Giving Thanks

  • Posted on November 23, 2016 at 4:07 pm

Sue asked…

What are you thankful for?

I know a lot of readers at Juicy Secrets come from many parts of the world. We are in the USA, and here in the States we have a holiday coming up this week called Thanksgiving. I just want to say how thankful Kim and I are for this site. We have a happy life together, but the fact that we share a love of the subject matter on this site makes us very grateful for the wonderful writings of Jetboy and all the other writers, and the nice comments from other readers — and a very special extra thanks to Cheryl Taggert and Naughty Mommy because their stories always seem to push our buttons just the right way every time.

Peace and love to everyone here, writers and readers. Being able to enjoy these stories together really spices up our sex life, and we are grateful for the extra thrills we get because of this site for like-minded people.

Secrets, Chapter 20

  • Posted on November 22, 2016 at 4:17 pm

By Naughty Mommy

I brought a smoked turkey sandwich from the cafeteria back to my office for lunch on Thursday and closed my door for privacy. Leaving the sandwich untouched on its paper plate, I picked up the phone and punched in Valerie’s number. I wanted to call her before I lost my courage.

“Hello, Valerie?”

“Yes?”

“Hi, it’s Shelly, Shelly Driscoll. How are you?”

“Oh, hello, Shelly darling. I’m just fine, thank you, we all are. How’re you doing, and how’s that adorable little Kerie?”

“Fine, thanks, we’re both fine. But, um, there’s something I wanted to talk with you about. It’s kind of important, and I wondered if perhaps I could stop by your house later this afternoon, maybe around 4:00 or so.”

“Hmm…” the woman said, “how important is it?”

“Well, I mean, it’s not urgent. But I think it is important. I would like to talk with you as soon as I can.”

“Damn. I’d really love to see you again, Shelly, for any reason, but I’m afraid this afternoon just isn’t good. Becky has ballet practice right after school and I’m helping them out with some things. They’re getting ready for a big recital.”

“Oh, uh, okay, that’s fine. I understand. How about tomorrow afternoon then? Or tomorrow night, if that’s better?”

“Wouldn’t you know it? That’s when the recital is, tomorrow night. I hate to put you off since you say it’s so important, but could this possibly wait until Saturday? We’ll be free all day. Maybe you and Kerie could come to our house for a late breakfast, say at around 10:00 or so. Would that work?”

“Uh, sure, that’ll be fine. No problem. I really appreciate your making time for me.”

We talked a minute or two longer, then hung up. Because I was feeling nervous about what I had to say to Valerie, revealing to her that I’d had sex with her 15-year-old daughter, I found I’d mostly lost my appetite. I ate only half the sandwich, saving the rest for lunch the next day.

That night, as Kerie and I were having our dinner — baked salmon along with brussels sprouts, something she actually likes, believe it or not — she said, “Mom, do you have a webcam?”

“A… what?”

“A webcam. Do you have one?”

“No, uh, I don’t. Well, I think my laptop has a built-in camera, but that’s not really the same thing. Why do you ask?”

“Because Allison told me and Melissa her sister has one, her big sister Brooke. They play with it a lot, she said, showing off so people can see or something. I don’t really know how it works, but they take off their clothes and kiss and everything. And people watch ‘em. Allison says it’s fun.”

“Oh my, that’s… no, I don’t have a webcam.”

Suddenly something occurred to me. “Now, wait. Kerie, have you ever been on a webcam? At Allison’s or Melissa’s or maybe somewhere else?”

She’d just put half a brussels sprout in her mouth. As she chewed, she shook her head, then said, “Uh-uh. I don’t even know what one looks like.”

“Okay, well, that’s good. I’m glad. You just, you really need to be careful about things like that, honey. It can actually be dangerous, showing off that way to strangers. You don’t know who might be out there watching.”

“But Allison says it’s fun.”

“Maybe it is, but it’s still not safe. I don’t want you doing that, all right?”

“Okay.”

“Allison’s too young to know better, I suppose. She’s about the same age as you, 8 or 9, right?”

“Uh-huh,” Kerie nodded, “she’s 9.”

“How old is Brooke?”

“Um, she’s 12, I think.”

“That’s fairly young, but the girl really ought to have more sense. I wonder if I should somehow let her mother know about it, just in case. I hate to break a confidence, but…”

“Her mom knows,” said Kerie.

“What?”

“Yeah, their mom found out. She got mad at first, Allison said, but then she told ‘em it was okay as long as she was there too. They just can’t do it by themselves. Only when their mom is there.”

I was dumbfounded. “So… you’re saying their mother watches them take their clothes off in front of the webcam and kiss each other?!”

“Uh-huh. And touch each other too. Like their pussies and stuff. Or they hold ‘em open, Allison said, and put pens and stuff inside. So people can watch.”

“Wow.”

I slid a hand under the table between my legs, rubbing myself though my slacks. Despite my concern for the girls’ safety, I’ll admit to feeling highly aroused. Not only was it exciting to imagine a pair of young sisters playing such sexy games, but to think their mother was right there with them — oh my!

“I can’t tell anyone though,” said Kerie. “It’s a secret.”

“Why are you telling me, then?” I asked with a frown.

My daughter shrugged. “I don’t know.”

I was about to give a lecture on the importance of keeping secrets, but decided not to. Maybe there was a better way to deal with the situation. Besides, at the moment I was just too turned on to be very practical.

We were done eating by that time. I put the leftovers away, quickly took care of the dishes, then led Kerie to the bedroom.

Our lovemaking that night was even hotter than usual, if possible. Discovering there were other moms like me engaging in naughty, forbidden activities with their young daughters really got me going. I was on fire, talking dirty to Kerie, tribbing with her, sitting on her face, licking her pussy, rubbing my clit, coming over and over again.

Even after she fell asleep at around 8:30, her usual bedtime on a school night, I quietly continued to masturbate, reaching orgasm two or three more times as I pictured Brooke and Allison together with their mother, Connie, doing the dirty things I’d learned they did. Finally, when I was getting a little sore, I told myself it was time to quit.

As I lay in the dark, musing, I began to wonder if the story really was true. Could it be that Allison was just making it all up for some reason? That didn’t seem likely, but it was conceivable. How could I find out for sure? I drifted off thinking about that, and had sexy dreams the whole night long.

 

When I came home from work on Friday, I said to Kerie, “Hey, how about if you and me get dressed up and go out tonight, just the two of us, like on a date. Would you like that?”

“Ooh, yeah, Mommy — that’ll be fun!”

I took a quick shower and was putting on my makeup, with Kerie watching, when she asked if she could have some too, maybe some lipstick or eyeliner. Since it seemed like a special occasion, I agreed. Not very much, just enough to highlight her naturally lovely features. Then we both put on pretty dresses and went out on our date.

We held hands all through dinner. Kerie looked so happy, her big blue eyes shining, a smile lighting up her face. Over dessert, I gave her a choice between shopping for new clothes when we were done, or going to a movie, or perhaps just heading home and watching a DVD or playing a board game. After some deliberation, she opted for the movie. She wanted to see Finding Dory.

The theater we went to was a classic older one, downtown. It had only two screens, but both were large. I took Kerie up to the balcony. The movie had already been out for a few months, so not many people were there that night. She and I were alone in the balcony. We sat in the second row, eating popcorn.

About halfway through the feature, I lifted my daughter from her seat and set her on my lap. She settled in, contentedly. I placed both hands on her knees, tenderly caressing. After a couple of minutes, I began to slide my fingers slowly up the insides of her thighs, pulling up her short dress. Kerie leaned her head back against my chest, moaning quietly, opening her legs wide.

As the movie continued, I masturbated my little girl. At first I stroked the outside of her panties, rubbing her puffy slit through the thin material, until I felt her body trembling with arousal. Then I slipped one hand inside her undies, loving the warm smooth softness of her hairless pussy.

Bending down to kiss and lick her neck, I whispered in her ear, “You must be very, very quiet.”

“Okay.”

When my middle finger dipped between Kerie’s labia, into her heated center, I was excited to find slippery moisture there. My sweet young baby was very wet. I played with her, circling around the opening to her vagina, reaching a little lower to tickle her butthole, then focused on her clit.

It didn’t take long. Whether it was the exotic thrill of having illicit sex in public, or simply the pleasure of being on a romantic date with her mom — whatever it was, within minutes Kerie was huffing and puffing, making little squeaking sounds.

I placed my free hand gently over her mouth, whispering, “Shhh…” and massaged her stiff nub. She climaxed in my arms.

We watched the end of the movie, then started for home. As we drove, my daughter did something she hadn’t done before. She unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned across, placing her head in my lap. Kerie pulled my loose dress up nearly to my waist. I wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Mommy, Mommy,” she cooed as she kissed my shaved mound.

The position wasn’t ideal. Between the shift console and the steering wheel, it was awkward for her, and while I was driving, trying not to crash, I couldn’t do much to make things easier. But it felt so very nice having her there, my lover’s lips on my pussy.

That night it was Kerie who was on fire. She led me straight to the bed, pushing me down, spreading my legs and pushing up my dress, exposing my crotch. After slipping out of her shoes and tugging down her panties, she raised her own dress and mounted me. We’d never done it that way, with almost everything still on but our panties. There was always something new to try.

My daughter fucked me. She came first, after only a minute or two, but barely slowed down at all. Kerie humped me faster and faster, her smooth pussy sliding up and down inside my wet folds.

When I sensed my little girl starting to come a second time, that put me over the top. I grabbed her butt cheeks in both hands, pulling her hard against me. “Fuck Mommy!” I cried. “Fuck Mommy!”

It was a beautiful, delicious simultaneous orgasm, one of many we’ve enjoyed over the years. Of course that wasn’t the end of things that evening, not even close. For the next hour or so, Kerie made me come and herself come in every way we knew how, licking and fingering and tribbing until we both were completely spent. We slept very soundly.

Just after 8:00 the next morning, the phone by the bed rang, waking me. It was Jae. I knew she’d been on a date with Rose the night before and I was surprised to hear her sounding so alert and chipper that early in the day.

“Aren’t you up yet?” she asked.

After a big yawn, I mumbled, “No, not really.”

“What’s the matter, did Kerie fuck your brains out again?”

“Yeah, you could say that,” I chuckled, glancing at my precious child. She was snoozing peacefully beside me, undisturbed by the phone call.

“I’m still in bed too, but not sleepy. Got to bed early last night, earlier than I wanted. Rose says she always has to be home by midnight, no matter what. She doesn’t like leaving her kids alone any later than that. I call her Cinderella,” Jae laughed.

“Okay.”

She told me about their date. Following a nice dinner at a quiet Italian restaurant, they’d gone out clubbing, going from bar to bar, not drinking much but dancing dirty, showing off for the other customers. At the last place they visited, they ended up in the ladies room, finger-fucking each other in a stall with the door open while shoving their tongues down one another’s throats. She said a couple of other women were standing nearby, watching, and one of them even masturbated to orgasm, climaxing at almost the same time Jae did.

“Wow,” I said, “sounds you guys had like quite a night.”

“Yeah, it was fun. Oh, but guess what!”

“What?”

“You’ll never guess what Rose told me.”

“No, I probably won’t. So maybe you should tell me.”

“All right, I will,” my sister giggled, “but only because you insist. So, um, Rose has this friend, someone she works with. Her name is Candice, and she’s around Rose’s age or a little younger, early thirties maybe.”

“Okay.”

“Anyway, they’ve been friends for a while, good friends. Nothing romantic, but, you know, close friends.”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

“Close enough that Candice felt like she could tell Rose a pretty big secret.”

“Okay.”

“Candice isn’t married, never has been. Rose says she’s bi, though she tends to lean more toward ladies than men. She’s never hit on Rose, it’s not that kind of a relationship. And she doesn’t really date that much, never anyone steady. And that’s because of the secret.”

“So what’s the secret?”

“The secret is she already has a lover, Candice does, one she’s had for a long time. Except her lover is married.”

“Hm,” I tsked, “that can get pretty ugly sometimes.”

“Yeah, but guess what.”

“What?”

“Her lover is a woman, and not just any woman. It’s her own sister, Candice’s older sister.”

“Wow, really??”

“Uh-huh. They’ve been doing it off and on since they were teenagers apparently. For a couple of years they’d stopped, after her sister — um, her name is Erica — after Erica got married a few years ago, they stopped for a while. But then not too long ago they started up again. Erica has a kid too, a toddler. I think he’s like two years old or so.”

“Okay.”

“But isn’t that amazing?”

“Yeah, it is. It really is. That must be… it must be hard for them to deal with, Erica and Candice, I mean. It can’t be easy keeping a secret like that.”

“You’re probably right,” said Jae.

We were both quiet for a moment, then my sister said, “Speaking of secrets, I haven’t said anything to Rose about us, about me and you, you know, that we’ve had sex with each other. And I never will, I promise, unless you’re sure it’s the right thing to do.”

“Good, I’m glad.”

“Do you think you ever will, you know, want to tell anyone about that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. I guess it just depends.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Again we shared a comfortable silence. During the pause, I leaned over and kissed Kerie softly on the cheek. She stirred a bit in her sleep, a smile teasing at the corners of her pretty mouth.

Finally Jae said, “It’s incredible to find all this stuff out, isn’t it? All these things people keep hidden — Candice and her sister being lovers, Rose’s secret about getting in bed with Emily and kissing her, that thing you told me about, what’s-her-name, Valerie, watching porn and masturbating with her teenage daughter — and then, of course, your big secret about the kinds of games you play with Kerie.”

“Yeah,” I nodded, “it is incredible. Lots and lots of secrets.”

“Sort of makes you wonder how many others, you know, sisters or mothers and daughters, might be doing sexy things with each other that they’re afraid to tell anyone about. Even our own mom, kissing us and touching us at night the way she used to. It really makes you think.”

“You’re right, it does. Definitely.”

For a moment I thought I might tell Jae what Kerie had told me about Brooke and Allison and their mother, Connie, their webcam antics. But the time didn’t seem quite right. For one thing, I wasn’t even certain it was true. There must be a way to find out, but how?

And as I considered that, I had a crazy idea. I began to formulate a plan. It was outrageous, absurd, insanely reckless — and I couldn’t wait to make it happen.

Continue on to Chapter 21

Me and Sara, Part One

  • Posted on November 21, 2016 at 1:48 pm

By Dirty Girl Sara

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in February 2011 }

I know that I should know better but I just couldn’t help myself.

Ever since I was a college student, my eyes had wandered to girls. Not just any girls, but young girls. When I was working as a student teacher, my eyes would be drawn to young budding girls who were just sprouting hair between their legs and their breasts were nothing but small bumps on their chest. Their innocence only made me want them more.

Over the years I even seduced a few and brought them to my bed, savoring their soft innocent flesh and tasting their young ripe pussies that had never been touched before. Their little nipples would get hard and their bodies would squirm beneath my tongue and lips as I would do all kinds of wicked things to them.

The first time I’d been tame, controlling my sexual wantonness. She had been twelve with straight hips that hadn’t flared yet and bright red cheeks with the cutest smile. Her hair was sandy blonde and she had blue eyes. I still remember the taste of her fresh pussy the first time I licked and sucked on it.

She squirmed and moaned and begged me to stop, thinking she would die. After her first orgasm she begged me never to stop. She was a student and for a period of three months, until the end of the year, we had almost daily “lessons” in the private classroom at my house. Not only did she love having her pussy licked, once she learned how she couldn’t stop licking and sucking on mine. I can’t recall the number of times I came from her small young tongue and her fingers inside me. Her pussy had been bare of any hair and she barely had any breasts but she was a real sex machine.

The second and only other regular affair had been with a sixth grader whom I befriended at our school. She was a real treat and she had been easy to get into my bed. Having more confidence now, I lived out my fantasies with her and remember fucking her little cunt raw with a strap on dildo until we both passed out from exhaustion. Later on I lay between her legs and licked her sore red pussy, tasting all her juices as she moaned and whimpered in bed.

That relationship was a little more risqué. She would masturbate me and suck on my nipples while we drove in the car and many times we would have sex outdoors or in public places. The thrill of nearly getting caught only made our orgasms all the more explosive. I taught her how to lick and suck pussy and also how to fuck and she had been an avid student. We included one of her friends that she had seduced and before long we were having regular sapphic orgies, myself and two barely teen girls.

But then that all stopped when I got married. I never told John about my fantasies, or he would have flipped out. He was a good man and took care of me. He always told me how beautiful I was and I was never without anything I wanted. He really was a good man. But his cock just didn’t do anything for me.

With my lack of desire for male companionship, and him always gone away on business, our relationship quickly turned platonic after Sara was born. I was twenty-three then and John twenty-eight. When I did have to open my legs for him, I would close my eyes and fantasize it was one of my young lovers fucking me with a strap on dildo or her young tongue licking my clit. I was normally able to cum but it wasn’t because of the hard cock inside me.

Which was kind of odd because I still loved cock. I would fantasize of a big hard cock fucking me while I pushed a thick dildo in and out of my wet pussy sometimes. Maybe it was just him because I loved cock as much as I loved young girls.

Neither of us really said the marriage was over. It just sort of slowly came to a halt. I wasn’t terribly surprised or upset when he left and he didn’t seem to care. That was eleven years after Sara was born, and by then we both had other lovers. John had a coworker at his company who could keep his bed warm and his cock hard. Mine were younger but legally-aged girls who knew how to please and touch a woman. He knew I was bi and he didn’t seem to mind very much.

When he left, it was almost as if nothing had happened. Two weeks in Singapore and then a month in Hong Kong with barely a weekend before a long trip to Germany began to take its toll. Sara barely knew her father and didn’t even bat an eyelash when I told her that Daddy left to live somewhere else. The nearly pubescent girl merely shrugged and asked when dinner was going to be ready.

With John gone, though, my desires came back a hundredfold. John had been the primary reason why I stopped my erotic escapades with my students. Now that he was gone and I was going back to teaching it was like candyland for me. Without the worry of an overly conservative husband to catch me, and being around all these young girls who lived in a culture where sex appeal and hip clothes was the place to be, it was too much for me to control myself.

Soon I was masturbating almost all the time, fantasizing about seducing and fucking my young students, putting them on the desk in front of me and just sucking their cunts until they came in my mouth. Or holding them down and fucking them with my strap on doggy style while they whimpered and cried for me to stop. Or feeling them humping my leg while they sucked on my tits.

There were so many fantasies and so many girls. I started carrying a small vibrator in my handbag for the ride home and would experience several orgasms before I walked into the house on shaky knees. In the mornings my pussy would get wet just thinking about all the fantasies and ripe young flesh that would be there.

It was no wonder what happened next.

“Honey!” I called through the bathroom door. “I need to pee. Is it okay for me to come in?”

“Sure, Mom,” Sara answered over the sound of the shower.

I breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the steamy bathroom, then raised my skirt above my hips and pulled my thong to the side like I always did before sitting on the toilet to pee. I needed to go so bad I didn’t even think about my daughter seeing me like this. As I finished peeing, my eyes trailed to the steamed glass and I could see her form, making my pussy tingle. She really was a beautiful girl. I could feel that familiar tingle between my pussy lips as I imagined what she looked like naked.

We had always been open about our bodies and Sara didn’t even blink when she got out of the shower, exposing her lovely developing body to her mother. She couldn’t possibly even begin to wonder at the fantasies as I was having about her sexy form. Her hair was red like mine but she kept hers short, cut just at her shoulders. Her eyes were green, which I’m sure made all the guys goggle over her. Her skin was a fair color, almost pale but beautiful nonetheless, glowing. Her legs were long and well formed, especially her calf muscles from all the running and cheerleading that she did.

What really caught my eye were her private parts though. I tried to do so casually but I couldn’t take my eyes off her. My nipples were getting hard at her budding tits and the large nipples on the small bumps on her chest. Between her legs, Sara was just beginning to develop some hair, bright red like what was on her head. Her hips were luscious, barely starting to flare. She was so young and innocent looking, just the kind of girl I liked to fuck.

Sara bent over in front of me to dry off and I nearly died of excitement as she inadvertently stuck her ass right in my face. It was all I could do to keep from licking her. Her cunt was so pink and ripe-looking my mouth was watering.

After a minute, Sara turned around and was still drying herself. My mouth was dry now from nervousness and my hands slightly shaking.

“Wow, Sara,” I said trying to sound nonchalant about it. “You really are turning into a pretty girl.”

“Thanks,” Sara said with a perky smile.

“Beautiful, in fact,” I said, growing more bold.

“Oh, Mom,” she said as she blushed, “you have to say that because you’re my mother.”

I shared a laugh with her. “No, really, Sara. You are a beautiful young woman.” After a second I added, “I would tell you that even if I you weren’t my daughter.”

Sara smiled at me and I warmly returned it, hoping my wanton need wasn’t apparent to her.

“Put the towel down and let me look at you,” I said. She had a kind of funny look on her face and I tried to disarm her, not making a big deal about. “Oh, it’s okay, honey, really. It’s just us girls.”

“Okay,” my twelve-year-old daughter said, looking away and turning beet red. Unsure of herself, Sara dropped the towel and faced me, looking down. I smiled to myself. My cunt was glistening in juice just imagining the sex I could have with her.

“Turn around,” I said in a husky voice, Sara not recognizing the sensuality in the tone as innocent as she was. She compliantly did so, showing me her whole body, her ass and her pert young tits. God I wanted to eat her up and fuck her good.

“See,” I said in a strange voice, “you are beautiful.”

“Thanks, Mom,” she said not sure what else to say. The moment started getting weird and I knew that I had a rendezvous with my vibrator very soon, so I got up off the toilet and wiped myself.

“Wow, Mom, you’re thingy doesn’t have any hair,” she said in an amazed voice. I stopped where I was, bent over the toilet and chuckled.

“That’s right, Sara, Mommy doesn’t have any hair there because she shaves it,” I smiled wickedly.

“You shave it?” she asked, unable to believe it. “But why?”

I shrugged. “Some women like it to be bare. And you can call it a pussy,” I said with a smile to her. “What do you call it?”

Sara blushed even brighter red, and I smiled and touched her shoulder to let her know it was all right. Her skin was warm and smooth. “I call it my cunny or my kitty,” she said, turning away, embarrassed.

She was so cute and adorable, I thought to myself.

“But why do you shave it, Mom? Why do you like it shaved?”

“Well,” I said, thinking. “It makes it more sensitive.”

She looked at me like she didn’t understand.

“Do you know about sex?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said. I was silent waiting for her to continue. “Well, I know that boys put their thing, you know their dicks, inside a girl’s cunny. It’s supposed to feel real good.”

“That’s right,” I said with a smile. “And it does feel good. When a girl shaves her pussy, it can feel even better. Without any hair you can feel more. A touch can be more intense, stronger without hair on your cunny.” I grinned at her. “Do you ever look at yourself in the mirror?”

“Sometimes,” she said, blushing again.

“It’s okay, honey,” I said hugging her to me. “All girls are curious about their bodies. Sometimes girls even touch themselves to see what sex could feel like.”

She looked uncomfortable, almost like she wanted to run away.

“Here, sit on my lap,” I said and pulled her down to me. We faced the mirror and I gently pulled her legs apart, exposing her pink cunny with just a tiny bit of red hair above her clit.

“What are you doing, Mom?” Sara asked, alarmed when she felt my fingers on her.

“Shhhhhhhhh,” I said in a low, sexy voice. “Mommy’s going to show you something.”

I then, silently, pulled her lips apart. “See that honey? That’s where a boy puts his dick when you have sex. Sometimes, though, a girl can touch herself there and feel extreme pleasure.”

I smiled when she squirmed on me and moaned lightly from my touch. I could feel her pussy juices already.

She was within my grasp. My heart pounded at the thought of virgin young cunt.

I ran my finger between her moist pussy lips and between the folds I could feel her clit. Just a light touch and she gasped and clutched me as she moaned. “Oh, Mommy! What was that?”

“That was your clit, baby,” I said with a grin. “That is why Mommy shaves her pussy. It feels so much better. How does that feel, baby?”

“It feels funny,” she said as her breathing quickened and her hips moved.

“A good funny?” I asked, tickling her clit, playfully.

“Yes, Mommy. A good funny feeling. It feels awesome!”

“Good, baby. Let Mommy show you how good it can feel.”

Holding her to me, I started to rub her clit, running my fingers between her lips every once in a while to keep them lubricated. Within a moment she was ready to cum, squirming on me. I licked and sucked her supple flesh, her neck and shoulder, which drove her even crazier.

With my fingers rubbing tight little circles over her clit she came, screaming out loud and holding onto me. I didn’t stop playing with her pussy. I kept up fingering it harder and faster as the orgasm washed through her.

“Mommy, stop! Please! It’s so sensitive!” she begged but I didn’t pay her any mind. I kept on rubbing her pussy-juice-soaked clit as she tightened up again. “Oh, Mommy! I can feel it again! It’s coming again! I feel like I have to pee! Oh, Mommy!”

“It’s okay, baby,” I whispered as I kissed and licked her neck. “Let it go. Let it feel good, baby. Don’t fight it.”

“Oh, Mommy!” she shouted as another climax rocked through her as she clung to me, gasping for breath and squirming on me. “Oh, Mommy,” she whimpered as I held her tight to me.

“That’s a good girl,” I whispered over and over again, massaging the small of her back, soothing her. “That’s a good girl.”

After a moment, she had caught her breath and lay against me, drained from her first sexual experience. I kissed the top of her head. “How did that feel baby?” I asked

“It felt kind of weird at first,” she said looking up at me. “It felt like I was going crazy, out of control, or something. But then it felt really good.” She smiled. “Oh my god, it felt good.” Sara paused and looked at me. “What happened?”

“That was an orgasm baby. That was your first orgasm.”

I turned Sara’s face to mine and kissed her on the lips, gentle at first. Then as I held her, I slipped my tongue past her teeth and in a second we were locked in a kiss, our tongues playing with each her. Her breathing was becoming ragged again as her arousal increased and my body was downright aching.

“Do you want to watch Mommy play with her pussy?” I asked, breathing heavily.

Sara nodded silently. She looked awed and wide-eyed as I slipped her off my lap and slid down to the edge of the toilet seat and spread my legs wide, letting her see everything.

“See my pussy baby? See how wet it gets? You did this, darling. Your young sweet body made Mommy so wet.” I moaned as I slipped a finger between my pussy lips and felt my cunt muscles clutching my digit. With the finger nice and wet, I moved to my clit and started rubbing hard little circles around my love button.

“Oh yea baby. Watch Mommy play with her pussy. Hear how wet I am? Hear me baby? Hear how wet Mommy’s cunt is? Watch me play with me clit. Oh baby it feels so good when I play with my clit. It feels so fucking good!”

I was moaning loudly now as my hips rocked upwards as my fingers flew over my hardened clit. I could feel my orgasm building. “Mommy’s gonna cum. Mommy’s gonna cum for you baby. Watch me cum! Watch me cum! Oh, oh oh! Here I cum!”

My whole body shook and my eyes rolled back as I felt the mind-blowing orgasm take me over. I almost fell off the toilet as I lost control. I fought to continue rubbing myself, knowing that the orgasm would last longer if I could keep rubbing my clit. I wasn’t disappointed as it kept going and going, sapping me of my energy and sending me to another world.

After a few moments, I was half off the toilet and my eyes opened to see Sara staring at me, in shock at what she had seen. I silently caught my breath, slowly rubbing my clit and running my fingers between my pussy lips. God that was an awesome feeling, only heightened by my twelve-year-old daughter watching me.

As I looked right in her eyes, I lifted my fingers to my lips and licked them clean, sucking all of my pussy juice off of the wet digits. She watched in awe.

“Mmmmmmm,” I said, smiling. “Tastes good, baby.”

“Do girls taste their pussy juice?” she asked.

“Yes baby, they do,” I said with a smile. “Some girls actually like it.”

I gasped lightly and shuddered as I stuck my finger deep into my pussy and then held it up to her lips. “Taste it, baby. Taste mama’s pussy juice. You’ll love it.”

Not sure of what to do, she licked it lightly, kind of embarrassed.

“It’s okay, baby. Lick and suck on it.” She followed my instructions and soon was sucking my fingers like nipples, cleaning them off.

“How did you like it?” I asked.

“It was weird,” she said. “I never tasted it before.”

I lifted her to my lap and spread her legs wide open and she watched as I fingered her, running my fingers between her lips before pushing two fingers deep into her virgin cunt.

She moaned and threw her head back. “Mommy!” Then she opened her eyes and dutifully sucked my fingers clean, tasting her own cunt juice.

“That’s a good girl,” I smiled and held her close to me. “How do you like girl-love?”

“I like it,” she said. “How long have you liked girls?”

“A long time,” I answered. “Even longer than I had been with your father. I’d always liked younger girls, ever since I was in college. So sweet and innocent, so virginal. I could hardly control myself. Oh baby. You’re gonna love girl-love so much.” I smiled and licked my lips. “Do you want me to teach you how to love a woman?”

“Yes, Mommy,” she answered earnestly, shuddering at the thought.

“Good. Mommy will teach you everything you need to know to please another girl.” I pushed her off my lap and held out my hand for her. “Now let’s go to my bedroom.”

Continue on to Part Two