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I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 79

  • Posted on March 19, 2017 at 2:52 pm

The Eighteen-and-Under Orgy

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

As I continued with my studies that quarter, Lisa and I grew closer. We were each madly in love with the other, and we tried to be together as often as possible. I even asked Mom if she and I could get an apartment together, but she said I couldn’t move out until after my freshman year, which would be in June. I even asked if Lisa could move in with me, but that was out of the question because, as Mom put it, “Where would Jenna sleep?” My suggestion that the twins’ bed was big enough for three was received with a firm “no,” so I was stuck seeing my lover whenever we could get together, which was mostly on the weekends.

The second term began, though, and we managed to take a couple of classes together. Mom wondered at the wisdom of that, thinking we might spend so much time chatting with each other we would miss important stuff in the class, but it turned out okay. If nothing else, we were both good students, and our grades were very important to us. Besides, one of the classes was first aid, which would count for a phys ed credit. The other class we took together was an earth science class, which would work to satisfy one of our physical science class requirements. Neither class had a reputation of being overly difficult.

I had gotten to know Amber and Chelsea fairly well, too. It turned out Amber had a friend who was into the same things, and we were able to finally make a sort of date for the first weekend of the new term (though their parents were totally clueless about the intent). Rachel, Lisa, and I were picking them up for a “congratulatory” trip to the mall, which was to honor Amber and Chelsea for getting all A’s and B’s on their most recent report cards, a huge improvement. Their parents, of course, thought I walked on water, so whatever I wanted to do was fine with them. Little did they know what that particular’”whatever’ entailed. Then again, it was that same ‘whatever’ that had caused such a welcome change in their daughters.

Their friend Randi would be at Amber’s house, and we would all go from there to the mall, but only for about an hour. Then, we were planning to take the girls to my place, where some real fun would ensue.

After we picked up the girls, we all got acquainted. They had never met Lisa or Rachel, and none of us had met Randi. She was a cutie, with blond hair down to her shoulder blades, parted in the middle. She wore her hair in twin pony tails, with a yellow ribbon tied around each near her scalp. I had always called that style ‘puppy ears’ and it was one of my favorites. Randi’s smile was bright enough to light a room, and sweet enough to melt my heart. Her face was a canvas of dim freckles, barely noticeable except in bright sunlight. I thought she was about the sexiest little girl I’d seen in quite a while.

Rachel was anxious for today as well. She and I had never done anything beyond kissing and some groping of each other’s boobs the first time I had gone to Lisa’s for dinner. Beyond that, we’d made eyes at each other, but that was all.

We had pulled onto the freeway when I looked into the rear-view mirror and said, “Chelsea, why don’t you and Amber show us what we’re all in for?”

Chelsea grinned and looked at Amber, who nodded agreement. They moved toward each other and started making out, tongues and lips exploring. Their breathing increased immediately from the sudden stimulation of their kisses and the fact we were all watching them. No doubt they’d already gotten turned on from the anticipation. I could not see their laps, but I could tell where their hands were placed. It was obvious to me they were rubbing each other’s pussy, not hard, just enough to feel good.

“Oh! My! God!” Rachel breathed. I glanced toward Lisa, who was in the front bucket seat of the van with me and looking over the seat at the two girls seated together and making out. Her mouth was hanging open in amazement. I noticed her own hand was busy as well, but like the girls behind her, she wasn’t trying to come, just keeping her pussy on simmer.

Rachel was in the very back seat of the van and was leaning over the back of the middle seat where the three young girls were seated. Her face was a picture of nearly uncontrolled lust. Randi was sitting beside Chelsea and looked to be waiting her turn. Sure enough, Chelsea disengaged from Amber and turned to Randi, kissing her in the same manner. Her right hand left Amber’s pussy, and her left moved to Randi’s. Amber continued rubbing Chelsea’s mound through her shorts. Later, I was to find out that none of the young girls had worn panties.

Lisa, unbuckling her seat belt, moved quickly over the center console and scrambled to the back seat to join her sister. I realized how dangerous all this was. I was having a difficult time concentrating on my driving. I saw an exit I recognized and took it. The mall would have to wait. There was a park just off the exit, and I drove to the parking area and pulled into a spot far from any other vehicles.

Once I’d turned off the engine and turned around to take in the scene in my mom’s van, I was greeted by a lovely sight.

Lisa was in a position to allow her to shove fingers into Rachel’s pussy, as Rachel was nearly draped over the seat back in front of her, providing access to Amber’s mouth as the two made out. When I had moved to where I could see everyone better, I saw that Rachel’s shorts and panties were around her lower thighs.

The little demonstration I had put into motion had turned into an all-out orgy. I glanced through the tinted windows to make sure nobody was approaching the van and knelt on the floor in front of Randi. Chelsea’s hand was now inside the girl’s shorts, feeling the girl’s tender mound of flesh.

Reaching for the elastic hem of Randi’s cotton shorts, I grasped and pulled. Randi, feeling what I was doing, raised her hips slightly to allow me to pull her shorts down. That’s when I discovered she had no panties on.

“Holy fuck, girl. You’re not wearing panties,” I said.

Chelsea disengaged from Randi, said, “None of us are!” giggled, probably at the look on my face, and returned to making out with her sexy friend.

I reached over and pushed Chelsea’s leg hem to the side and found she was telling the truth. I could see her bald pussy through the widened leg hole.

I pulled Randi’s shorts off, spread her thighs, and kissed my way up her legs, intent on tasting the delicious slit. Chelsea’s hand remained there until my mouth arrived. At that point, she spread her fingers in a wide V, opening the girl’s labia to allow easier access to her clit, which now protruded from beneath its fold of skin like a tiny plant emerging from the ground.

I pressed my lips against her young cunt and lapped my tongue between the folds of her inner labia, swiping across the sensitive clit and causing little Randi to jerk her hips slightly in appreciation of the wonderful feelings my tongue was providing.

She was delicious, as I knew she would be. What juices she produced were tangy and salty, with a hint of pee. It wasn’t that I loved the taste of pee, but for some reason I loved the slight taste, especially in a young girl. It made me think of them wiping themselves, but not getting all the moisture, which of course never happens anyway.

Soon, Randi was humping her pussy into my face, obviously wanting to come against my lips and tongue. Her small, gasping sounds, a rhythmic “uhn…uhn,” echoed in the cab of the van.

I became aware of other sounds as well. I could hear Rachel approaching her own orgasm as Lisa did whatever she was now doing to her. Amber was nearly screaming, and I wondered if she had already reached her peak. I glanced at her and saw that Chelsea had moved back to Amber and was now kneeling in front of her and more or less imitating me.

While still licking Randi, I reached over and began to play with Chelsea’s pussy, which was very wet for a ten-year-old’s cunt. I located her clit and pinched and rubbed it. This sent Chelsea into orbit. She squealed into Amber’s pussy, which either took Amber for another journey on the orgasm express, or pushed her over the edge for the first time. I never was sure.

Randi, hearing her friends coming, joined them, pushing her hips up and jamming her hairless pussy against my mouth as she rode the climax to its finish. I watched while Lisa brought Rachel off with her mouth, devouring her sister’s pussy from behind. I figured Rachel’s butthole was wet from her sister’s saliva as well since I knew my lover enjoyed toying with my rosebud with her tongue, so of course she would do the same with her sister and lifelong lover.

That left Lisa and me as the only ones who hadn’t come yet. I debated getting her into a sixty-nine in the van but decided it would be better if we waited. The van was spacious, but not that spacious.

Leaning back from Randi’s pussy, I started trying to catch my breath when I was interrupted by Randi, who more or less attacked me to kiss and lick her juices off my face. She obviously loved her own flavor because she relished what she was doing. Among other things, she took my lower lip into her mouth and sucked it clean and licked my chin.

I quickly realized that Randi was one horny little girl. She loved the taste of pussy… anyone’s pussy.

When I managed to get everyone to calm down a little bit, I returned to the driver’s seat. Lisa came back up front to sit with me, and Amber moved to the back seat with Rachel to ‘keep her company,’ which basically entailed some kissing and touching, but nothing more for the remainder of the ride.

We went to the mall, spent time there, and were finally on our way to my house. When we got there, I told everyone that the house was empty since my entire family had gone up into the mountains near Los Angeles for the day.

So when I opened my bedroom door, I was shocked to see Jenna and the twins there. Well, they weren’t just there, they were naked on the bed I shared with Jenna, and they were in the middle of having sex with each other. I was unhappy about this at first, but then I realized that Lisa had been right. When I had suggested her first sleepover might turn into a full-family orgy, she had said, “The more, the merrier.” Adding a fifteen-year-old and a pair of gorgeous eleven-year-old Colombian girls would mean only more fun for everyone.

So there we were, two eighteen-year-olds, a sixteen-year-old, a fifteen-year-old, eleven-year-old twins, and three ten-year-olds. We were all surely going to visit a form of heaven that day.

We stood there and watched my sisters at first, mesmerized by the intensity of their lovemaking. Jenna was on her back, with Sophia squatting on her face, and Sonia was between Jenna’s legs, munching on her pubes and licking her slit with obvious glee.

“Who are they?” Chelsea asked.

“Those are my sisters,” I said.

“All three of them?” Amber wanted to know.

“Yep. Am I lucky, or what?”

Chelsea and Amber giggled, and Randi said, “If you have them, why do you want us?”

I looked at her and realized she was serious. She had a problem with self-image. She really wanted to know why I would have sex with them if I had the three on the bed anytime I wanted them, as if somehow she wasn’t worthy of my attentions.

I took her by the shoulders and made her face me, saying, “Because you are one of the cutest, loveliest girls I think I’ve ever seen.”

She grinned at me, and I knew she was quickly developing a crush on me. I leaned down and kissed her, my tongue exploring her mouth while hers explored mine.

Then Rachel was beside me. “Hey, share the wealth. You already had fun with Randi in the van.”

I looked into Randi’s eyes, leaned to her ear, and whispered, “Go to Rachel, get on your knees, yank her shorts and panties down, then bury your face in her pussy.” She leaned back, grinning mischievously.

Stepping over to Rachel, she did as I asked. Rachel, meanwhile, stood numbly staring at the sexy ten-year-old as she began to lick her.

I stepped behind Randi. “Hands up,” I said. She raised her arms and I pulled her top off. She got the hint and stood enough to allow me to pull her shorts off as well. Then she returned to her feast.

I reached to grasp the hem of Rachel’s shirt. She raised her hands and I removed it, pulling her long hair into a mess on top of her head as I did. She was braless, and I leaned over to get my first taste of her already puckered nipples. I felt her gasp slightly at the sudden contact. Lisa had told me that Rachel had some of the most sensitive nipples ever. She could nearly come just from having them licked, sucked, and nibbled.

Movement from the other girls caused me to glance their way. Chelsea and Amber were removing Lisa’s clothes, having already stripped themselves. I quickly realized I was the only one still dressed, so I stood back from Randi and Rachel to pull off my own clothes. When I was naked, I glanced at the girls on the bed. Sonia was still licking Jenna, and her bare butt was waving in the air, inviting my attentions without being aware of it.

Moving to the bed, I clambered up behind my little sister and leaned down to her pussy, which had quite a bit of wetness developing. Placing my lips on her soft mound, I began tonguing her, savoring the wet taste that bathed the insides of my mouth. An “mmmph” came from Sonia as she licked Jenna, indicating her pleasure that I was now licking her wet slit.

I heard Lisa say, “Come on,” and looked their way. She was herding everyone to the other bed, including Rachel and Randi. I knew I couldn’t abandon my baby sister yet, but as soon as she came, I was going to join the others. I figured we only had another hour or two before I’d have to take them all home, and I wanted to make the best of it.

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I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 78

  • Posted on March 14, 2017 at 8:01 am

More Conference Room Fun

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

I looked at Chelsea and her red face told me she was completely embarrassed that her friend had more or less outed the girl’s aunt for introducing her to the joys of masturbation — and who knew what else. I could tell the child was near tears.

“It’s okay, honey!” I said quickly to her. “I was first shown about the pleasure of my pussy by an adult woman, too.”

The shock effect of my words did the trick. She was so amazed at my confession she forgot to cry.

“You were?” Chelsea asked.

“Who?” Amber wanted to know.

I decided I had to lie because I didn’t know these two well enough to trust them with the truth that my mother did the honors of showing me about masturbation, as well as girl-girl sex.

“It was a babysitter. Her name was Hannah,” I said, using the name of my classmate and the roommate of Lisa’s former girlfriend, Brenda.

“How old was she?” Amber asked.

“How old were you?” Chelsea followed up.

I laughed. “I was only six, and she was my age now, eighteen.” Again, a little fudging on my mom’s age at that time, but I wanted them to picture me, or someone very much like me, as I told the story.

Chelsea said, “Wow. You were only six?” I nodded.

“Did you like what she did?” Amber asked.

“As a matter of fact, I did.”

“How did it happen?” the girls asked in unison, and they laughed.

“Well, I walked in on her in my mom’s room. She was watching an adult movie. Do you know what they are?” I asked.

The girls grinned another conspiratorial grin.

“We’ve watched them on the computer,” Chelsea admitted.

“Together?” I asked, grinning that same ‘let’s share a secret’ grin.

They looked at each other and Amber shrugged, apparently agreeing to admit to their sexual shenanigans. “Yeah.”

“Do you–” I paused, “do anything else together while you watch them?” I gave them a ‘don’t deny it’ look. They both blushed, which gave me their answer. “Don’t worry,” I said. “I won’t tell anyone about it. I swear.”

“So what about you and Hannah?” Amber wanted to know. I noticed her hands were in her lap, and while the table hid them from view, I suspected from her slight arm movements that she had managed to start touching herself, though certainly not in earnest. At least not yet.

“Well, as I said, she was watching this adult movie on the VCR in my mom’s room, and she was naked and lying on the bed. I saw her hand was at her pussy, rubbing herself. I startled her when I spoke up because she thought I was napping, but she was caught and she knew it. She ended up asking me to join her on the bed naked and she’d show me some things.”

Chelsea laughed and asked, “What did she show you?” as if she didn’t already know.

“Well first she showed me her pussy and what she liked to touch the most, which is called a clitoris.”

“Yeah, we know about that,” Amber said.

“Then she had me touch her there while she watched the movie. Then she started touching me there, too, and it felt extra special good.” I took a second to pause and check out my audience of two. Each girl had her hands in her lap, and there was no mistaking what they were doing.

“Are you two enjoying this?” I asked, grinning a naughty smile.

The girls noticed each other and laughed.

“We can’t help it!” Amber said.

“Yeah, it sorta demands attention,” Chelsea added.

I looked at the girls and took a deep breath. This was the moment of truth.

“Is it okay if I do it too?” I asked.

The girls looked at each other, their grins wide. “Sure!” they said, once again in unison, and laughed.

I stood up and checked to make sure I had locked the door to the conference room and on the way back to my seat, I tugged my shorts and panties to my knees, revealing my hairless pussy to the girls’ excited gazes.

“You don’t have any pussy hair!” Chelsea said.

“I had it removed by laser,” I said. “I like it like this better.”

The girls stood up and moved to where they could see my pussy. They were still in their skirts and panties, of course.

“You know, you two could join me if you want to,” I said, my meaning clear.

They looked at each other, and Amber reached up to her waist and pushed the skirt, which had an elastic waistband, to the floor. Chelsea joined her, and soon their panties and skirts were on the floor. They now stood beside me, naked from the waist down.

“So, go on with your story,” Amber said, reaching down to her bald pussy. Chelsea followed her friend’s lead. I watched for a second as their fingers dug into their slits, separating the folds to get to their clits.

Using my fingers, I spread my lips and pushed my finger down the slit and into my vagina, coming back out with a finger covered with my juices that I smeared over my clit, which had already begun to throb. Four eyes followed every movement of my hand without blinking for fear they would miss something.

“So anyway, we watched the movie and touched each other. Soon, she was coming and then she decided to show me how to come too.”

I looked at the girls, their fingers buried between the folds within their gorgeous pussies.

“So she got down between my legs and put her mouth on my pussy and began licking me there.”

“Ooh! My sister does that to me!” Amber confessed.

“So does my aunt,” said Chelsea.

“You girls like that?” I asked, knowing where I wanted to take this.

“Uh-huh, a lot!” Amber said. Chelsea nodded emphatically in agreement.

I pushed my legal pad and other things back on the table to give them room where they could set their little butts. “Would you like for me to do that right now?” I asked.

Without saying anything the girls clamored onto the table, and sat in front of me, their legs spread wide and dangling over the edge. Two ten-year-old pussies winked at me.

I leaned in and began licking Amber first. She sighed at the contact. I stopped for a moment to warn them.

“Don’t make any sounds, girls. We don’t want anyone coming in here to investigate.”

Grinning, they nodded, and I resumed my enjoyment of Amber’s little muffin.

I licked and sucked her with abandon, wanting to give the girl an orgasm she would remember for a long time. I glanced up the girl’s belly to her face and was surprised to see them kissing each other, complete with tongues. I nearly came myself just from watching them kiss. Not only that, but Amber’s hand was now fondling Chelsea’s mound, pushing her fingers between the folds of the girl’s inner labia and running her fingers over Chelsea’s clit.

Amber began to come, and I could hear her breath coming in gasps as she did her best to muffle her moans against Chelsea’s mouth.

Then I moved to Chelsea’s beautiful slit, which had been abandoned by Amber’s hand in the throes of her orgasm. The girl’s little clit was peeking out of its hood slightly, and my mouth glued itself to the tender bundle of nerves, licking and sucking it. My tongue did a mad dance against the girl’s most sensitive spot, and I had her coming in less than ten seconds.

Chelsea, too, used her friend’s mouth to muffle her moans and tiny squeals.

When they were finished, I sat back, admiring the girls’ cunnies, which were now wet with their juices and my saliva.

Leaning back in my chair, I began to fuck myself with my left hand while rubbing my clit with my right. Both girls, having recovered quickly from their climaxes, got down on their knees and watched my hands up close.

Suddenly, I felt a tongue on my inner labia. Then there was another on the other side.

The girls were leaning in and licking my pussy like a couple of experts.

I removed my hands and let them do the honors.

The girls seemed to be fighting for oral domain over my clit. Their tongues swiped at my swollen pleasure button, pushing the other’s tongue out of the way as best they could.

Finally, their mouths met on my clit, and the girls sucked their side of the sensitive nub.

That was all I needed. My body seemed to hurl itself into a volcano of orgasm. I pushed my forearm into my mouth to prevent me from screaming. I felt my insides ripple with the tremors, and soon I was a mass of quivering flesh while my brain wondered if I would be able to manage a repeat performance from these two little sex dolls at our next meeting.

The first hour had passed, and I had to return them to their classroom, where I remained and watched them interact with their peers for the second hour.

When I left, the girls came up and hugged me, asking me when I would be back. Their teacher was more than impressed. She was stunned at their reaction to me.

“I’ve never seen those two so–” she paused to search for the word she wanted. “…enthusiastic about anyone else before. What in the world is your secret?”

I looked at the teacher and basically told the truth. “I don’t treat them like little kids.”

Okay, that did leave out the finer details, but it was the truth, or as much of it as I could ever tell her.

I went to UCLA for my remaining classes after stopping for some lunch. When I got home later, I didn’t mention how the first interview with Amber and Chelsea went. A girl’s got to have some secrets!

*******

On Thursday, I arrived at the classroom and was met by not only the girls’ teacher, but their mothers as well.

Warning bells went off until I found out why they wanted to talk to me.

“I’m sorry, but I had to tell them why the girls were so much more well-behaved. I couldn’t take credit for it, so I told them it was you,” Ms. Sanderson, their teacher said.

“Me?” I wondered aloud.

“Yes, you!” Amber’s mother said. “When Amber came home Tuesday, she literally gushed about you! I’m afraid she has a bit of a little girl crush on you. I hope that’s alright.”

“Sure, that’s fine,” I said, not wanting to take it much further than that.

“And Chelsea’s been the same way!” her mother said. “All I’ve had to do since then is warn her that I would remove my permission for her to keep seeing you, and she straightened right up. I’ve not had this much success with warnings since telling her she wouldn’t be able to stay with my sister last summer if she didn’t behave.”

I smiled, knowing all too well why that had happened. “That would be Chelsea’s aunt she went on about,” I said.

“One and the same, I’m sure!” Chelsea’s mother said.

“Here they are now,” said Ms. Sanderson as the girls skipped into the room to start the day. They apparently hadn’t known their mothers would be there.

“Mooo-ooomm!!” Amber said.

“You’re not taking away your permission, are you? I was good!” Chelsea said to her mother.

“Yes you were good,” her mother said. “I was just letting Miss Cheryl know what a wonderful influence she is on you.”

Chelsea heaved a sigh of relief. “Whew! I thought you changed your mind or something!”

“No, dear. I just wanted to thank Miss Cheryl.”

“You’re going to be a wonderful child psychologist one day,” Amber’s mother said. “If you ever hang out a shingle for patients, let me know. I’ll recommend you to every mom I know who’s having a problem.”

At that moment Amber’s father walked in. I’d never met him before, but as we were introduced, he was looking at me oddly as if he knew me from somewhere before. Of course, I knew he’d seen at least one of my movies. I figured I better do what I could to diffuse what could become a problem.

“Haven’t we met before?” I asked him.

He said, “You know I was just thinking the same thing. You do look familiar.” I could tell he hadn’t placed me yet.

“Where do you work?” I asked.

He named a local real estate company, telling me he was a salesman there.

“Of course, that’s it!” I said. “I was in there not that long ago asking about a property my mother was interested in. I saw you in there. I remember. You had on this same tie.”

“Oh, well, that explains it,” he said. He turned to his wife and said, “Honey, are you ready? We need to be downtown by nine and the traffic’s murder.”

I mentally wiped my brow with an unsaid ‘whew’ and thanked myself for the quick thinking. Mom had warned me people would recognize me, but this was the first time I was afraid it would cause a real problem for me. Being in a few porn movies had benefits and costs. I’d met Lisa because of it, but I’d also met Hannah and, as a result of that, Brenda. Then again, that had turned out pretty well for both Lisa and me, but the tension it caused wasn’t good.

I guess that’s why people say life’s a mess no matter what you do to try to keep it cleaned up.

When I took the girls into the conference room, I locked the door and turned to them.

“What do you want to talk about today?” I asked ignoring the conversation that had just taken place in their classroom.

They grinned, sat down, propped their feet on the table as they had done last time, and pulled their skirts up above their waists.

Neither wore panties. I was greeted with the sight of their tasty little pussies. Reaching down, Amber spread her lips and Chelsea copied her movements. I could see moisture covering their dark pink lips.

“Have we been busy with each other already this morning?” I asked.

The girls giggled.

“Yeah. We did a sixty-nine with each other under the bleachers in the gym, but we didn’t come yet,” Amber said.

“Oh?” I asked.

“Yeah, we decided we want us to all get naked today and you let us suck your boobies,” said Chelsea.

The door was locked, and the idea sounded like a good one to me. I began to wonder if I could manage to introduce them to Lisa.

After we got naked, I wanted to watch the two of them together for a while, so they climbed onto the large conference table and repeated what they’d done under the gym bleachers.

“Are you sure nobody saw you?” I asked.

“Mm-hmm,” Amber grunted, her mouth too full of pussy to speak at the moment.

It was going to be another wonderful day.

Continue on to Chapter 79

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 77

  • Posted on March 7, 2017 at 2:29 pm

The Things You Learn in Child Psychology Labs!

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

I was as happy as I’d ever been now that I had found the love of my life. I was so involved with being in love that I began neglecting my studies, which led to Mom telling me that if I intended to go to school on her dime, I’d better start hitting the books more.

I agreed with her and started paying more attention to that aspect of my life. That became even easier when I got to know the girls who were the subjects of my child psychology lab. As part of that class, I was required to volunteer at a local elementary school to work with some children there who had been identified as having some  slight behavior problems. I was able to choose the grade I wanted to work with, so I decided on fifth. That would mean the students would be ten, an age I liked.

For a variety of reasons, some more obvious than others, we were required to work with children who were the same gender we were, which was fine with me, of course. I found it ironic that the biggest reason involved avoiding problems with possible sexual interaction between the college students and the children. The other ‘big’ reason was it was felt that as novices we would more easily understand and communicate with someone of our own sex.

I was lucky in that I was able to set up my lab at a school not far from where I lived, making it easy to get there early without having to hope for good traffic, which is a rare occurrence in Los Angeles.

The child psychology class had a lab time set aside in the schedule, Tuesdays and Thursdays from eight til ten in the morning, and that was the time I was expected to be at the school working with the children.

I was assigned two girls, Amber Murray and Chelsea Conway, who were best friends who had been identified as being above their age group in cognitive ability, but they had difficulty interacting with peers and adults alike. Their behavior choices often got them into trouble at school and at home. I had been allowed to see their disciplinary file because each girl’s parents signed a form granting me permission to work with the girls and giving the school permission to show the files to me.

Their list of infractions included skipping school, disrespect toward teachers, and other behaviors that demonstrated a lack of respect for authority and a general desire to make their own choices, which was an obvious element of their disrespect for adults.

To say that I felt I was in my element would be an understatement.

Their teacher talked to me that first morning just before her students came into the classroom, and she mentioned that these girls could be a handful, and I should not allow them to take over the interactions between the two of them and me.

It was my job to get to know these girls and keep detailed reports on what I felt were causes for the difficulties they encountered. I was told that I should not consider myself to be anything but an observer. I was not expected to ‘cure’ them, nor was I expected to counsel them. I was to observe, get to know them as well as I could, and make my conclusions at the end of three weeks.

When I met them, I quickly realized I was dealing with ten-year-olds going on twenty-five.

For our ‘sessions’ I was allowed to take Amber and Chelsea to a small conference room for the first hour to talk with them. We sat down, and Amber immediately put her feet up on the table, her legs slightly spread. This school had a uniform policy, and the girls were required to wear skirts, so within five minutes of meeting them, I knew what color panties the girls wore because Chelsea, not to be outdone by her partner in crime, copied Amber’s actions.

I just sat there, looking from one girl to the other. They burst into giggles at what they perceived as my embarrassment. Of course, what they didn’t know was that I was enjoying the show.

Amber’s pastel purple panties were pulled snugly to her mound, creating the perfect little camel toe. Chelsea’s white ones actually had a small hole in them, allowing me a glimpse of a spot of the soft flesh beneath.

I was far from embarrassed. I was getting turned on.

“Very funny, girls. Yes, I have panties too,” I said, and with that, I stood and dropped my shorts, revealing my sky blue panties to their astonished gaze.

The giggling stopped as if controlled by a faucet as both girls’ jaws dropped in shock at what I’d done. They stared at my mound, which was barely hidden behind the small triangle of cotton.

It was a bold and daring move, to say the least. I could have gotten in a lot of trouble, but I was counting on the fact these girls would appreciate my joking response instead of condemn it.

A quick glance between the girls told me I was right. They smiled at each other as though they were sharing a secret, as if appreciating this view of an eighteen-year-old girl’s panties and mound was something nobody else could understand.

I knew from their response and the quick look between them that they at least discussed sexual matters with each other.

Pulling my shorts up, I sat back down and pulled my legal pad and pencil toward me to take notes.

“Now that we have that out of the way, suppose I ask you girls some questions. You know, get to know you a little better,” I said.

Another exchanged glance between them. They obviously had the ability to communicate without words, a hallmark of two people well acquainted with the reactions the other would have to certain situations.

“Sure,” said Amber, obviously the leader.

“Tell me about the first time you felt like a grown-up,” I said.

Their brows furrowed in unison. They hadn’t expected that question. They had almost certainly thought I might ask what TV shows they liked, their favorite musical group, or even their favorite food.

That one, however, was not on the list of questions they’d ever been asked — by anyone.

“What d’ya mean?” Chelsea asked.

“Listen,” I said, “you two obviously see yourselves as more adult than child. That tells me that at some point you started feeling more like an adult. Something had to trigger that feeling,” I said.

The girls looked at each other again, but without the smirks or shared understanding.

“I don’t know,” said Amber.

“Me either,” Chelsea echoed.

“Well, there had to be something,” I said. “For instance, I know that the two of you have discussed sex with each other before. Sex is an adult thing, don’t you think?”

“How did you know that we’ve talked about sex stuff?” Chelsea asked, verifying I was correct without realizing it by using ‘did’ and not ‘do’ in her question.

I smiled. “For one thing, I’m a girl, and I was ten years old once myself. For another, when I showed my panties, which had a camel toe as clear as Amber’s when she showed me hers, you two had a look between the two of you that told me that discussing sex — and particularly the feelings a girl can get down there — has been a part of your conversations.”

Amber squinted at me as if I were some strange life form she’d never encountered, followed by her words of disbelief. “Holy fuck,” she said. She sat back and I could see real admiration in her eyes. “I’ve never met an adult as smart as you before.”

I smiled. “Maybe that’s because I’m only barely an adult. I’m eighteen.”

The girls smiled at that answer, which seemed to allow me some sort of secret access to their world because I had suggested the adult world was basically clueless, which indeed it could be when it came to the sexuality of children.

They grinned at me, “I like you,” Chelsea said, seeming to admit it not only to me, but also to Amber and herself.

“So do I,” Amber said, sharing Chelsea’s grin.

“Good, I like you both too,” I said. “Now to my original question. Tell me about the first time you felt like an adult.”

“If I tell you, will you keep it a secret?” Amber asked.

“As long as you don’t tell me you hurt someone,” I answered.

She liked that reply and said, “Well, it sorta has something to do with what you said.”

“Sex?” I asked.

“Well, yeah, but more than that. You know. About those feelings.” She wanted to tell me, but she was also a little nervous and maybe even embarrassed to be telling this to someone she saw as an adult, or at least a figure of authority.

A conspiratorial smile from me helped her along as I said, “Yeah, I know all about those feelings. From when I was really little.”

“How little?” Chelsea asked.

“Let’s get your answers first, okay?” I said, not allowing them to control the conversation. I looked at Amber. “So, tell me about it? How old were you? What caused you to realize whatever it was felt really good in an adult kind of way? That kind of thing.”

“My older sister was running a bath for me, and I just got this idea to scoot down and let the water run on my coochee while the tub filled up. It felt really good, and I was liking it and my sister came back into the bathroom and she just stood there, you know, watching me while I scooted around to direct the water at it where it felt the best, you know?”

I nodded. “I know exactly. I’ve done that before too. Go on. You say your sister was watching you?”

“Yeah, she had this weird look on her face like she’d just found out the world was flat or something.” Chelsea giggled at her friend’s words. “No, really,” Amber said. “She just stood there and when I saw her, she said, ‘what made you decide to do that?’ and I said I didn’t know; I just did. Then she asked me if it felt good and I said it did. Then she asked if I’d ever done that before and I said I hadn’t.”

“What then?” I asked.

“Well, she asked me a lot more questions about if I’d ever touched my coochee and had it feel good like that, and I said no. Then she just watched me for a while and I got tired of having her look at me and stuff like I was some sort of lab experiment, so I stopped even though I didn’t want to.”

“And this made you feel like a grown-up?” I asked.

“Yeah, but especially when I asked my sister about it later that night, like that touching thing. And she sho –” Amber stopped, mid-word.

“What is it?” I asked, already able to tell what had made her stop, but wanting to get her to answer.

“I don’t know that I should tell you about that,” she said, wary again.

“You mean that your older sister showed you about masturbation?”

Amber was so surprised that I knew that she just nodded, wide-eyed.

“It’s okay, honey,” I said. “That happens a lot more than you realize. So, what happened then? Did your sister let you watch her? Or did she show you where to touch yourself?”

“Well, both, actually,” Amber said. “She showed me how she does it and showed me how to do it too.”

“About how old were you at this time?” I asked.

She thought about it for a second before responding. “Seven.”

“And your sister was–?”

“She’s six years older than me, so she was thirteen.”

“Okay,” I said and turned to Chelsea as if girls told me these things every day of my life. “What about you?”

“You mean the first time I masturbated?” she asked, making me chuckle.

“Well, if that’s the first time you felt like an adult,” I said, hoping it was.

“Well, uh,” she stammered. I felt I should try to move the conversation along by continuing to focus for the moment on Amber’s story.

“Did you know this story about Amber and her sister?”

Chelsea was looking at Amber, her eyes glassy. I suddenly realized she had gotten horny listening to her friend. That’s when I noticed her hands were in her lap. They weren’t doing anything, but I couldn’t swear they hadn’t been before.

“No. She never told me about that before.” Chelsea turned to her friend. “Why didn’t you?”

“I don’t know,” Amber said. “I guess you never asked me the question Miss Cheryl did.”

I decided to nip the title their teacher told them to call me in the bud. I was only eight years older than they were, for Pete’s sake. I wasn’t “Miss” anybody to anyone. Besides, I wanted to be treated as a friend, not a teacher. “Girls, you don’t have to call me Miss Cheryl. Just Cheryl is fine.”

Chelsea was still flushed and I decided to be even more bold than before. I figured these girls would appreciate it.

“Chelsea, why are you so flushed? Your face is red. Amber’s story didn’t embarrass you, did it?”

“No, of course not,” she said.

“Then did it make you horny?”

Chelsea, her mouth open, stared at me, shocked at my use of the word.

“No,” she said, though I could tell she was lying.

“Yes it did!” Amber teased her friend. “You’re all hot and bothered now and want to go rub one off!”

“Amber, that’s no way to treat your friend. Anyway, I bet you got turned on remembering it, too.”

“Yeah, Miss High and Mighty!” Chelsea said, making a face at Amber. “It’s not like you don’t rub one off every day!”

I held my hands out to the girls in a ‘stop’ motion. “Girls! This isn’t productive. We can either talk freely about these things, or you can go back to class to do your math problems.”

That shut them up. It was obvious both girls were enjoying this quite a bit — certainly much more than they would enjoy doing math.

“So, Chelsea,” I continued, “what was the first time you felt like an adult?”

The girl squirmed. “I’d rather not say.”

“Was it about sex?” I asked. She nodded but still said nothing. “Did you discover those feelings your pussy could have?”

Again, the shocked stare at my use of what was certainly considered a naughty word at their school.

“Well?” I repeated to keep the conversation on track.

“Uh-huh,” she said. Then, “Do you say words like pussy a lot?”

“It’s one word I use for it, yes. But there’s also cunt, snatch, slit, mound, and my little juice factory,” I said, earning me wild-eyed stares from both girls. Then I added, “Oh, yes, and my orgasm spasm machine.”

I’d never actually called my pussy my little juice factory or an orgasm spasm machine, but I wanted to steer the conversation to orgasms and felt that would be as good a way as any.

I looked at Amber. “I take it your sister showed you how to have orgasms, didn’t she?”

Amber nodded. Her look had gone from one of defiance just ten minutes ago to near adoration. Looking at Chelsea, I said, “And you’ve had them, too, haven’t you?”

That same look of a childhood crush budding before my eyes, with a nod.

“Did someone show you about them?” I asked, “like Amber’s sister showed her?”

“That’s what I’d rather not say,” she said, her head ducking once again to look at her lap.

“Why not?” I asked.

“Because she could get in lots of trouble.”

And that was the moment I knew it was an adult.

“Was it your mother?” I asked. She looked at me with disbelief that a mother would do such a thing and shook her head.

“Well, I know it was an adult,” I said. “I promise I won’t turn her in unless you want me to.”

“No!” Chelsea said.

“Then tell me, sweetie. Who was it?”

Then something must have clicked with Amber. She gasped. I looked over at Chelsea’s best friend and said, “What is it, honey?”

Looking at Chelsea, Amber said, “It was your aunt, wasn’t it?!”

Chelsea turned beet red, and I had my answer.

Continue on to Chapter 78

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 76

  • Posted on March 2, 2017 at 7:10 pm

Bye-Bye, Clare? Hello, Zelda!

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

The next day after classes, Deanna and I drove over to the set where Mom was working. I sought out Chandra and talked to her while she cleaned up her station.

“Chandra, what’s your granddaughter’s name? The one who goes to UCLA?”

“Carlita. Why?”

“Oh, I just saw her the other day and was wondering. Do you have her number?”

“Course I do. What kind of grandmother do you think I am? My word, girl. A grandmother who doesn’t have her granddaughter’s phone number isn’t much of a grandmother if you ask me.”

“Could you give it to me?”

“No.”

“Why not?” I asked, thrown for a loop that she would refuse. That had never occurred to me.

“Because she hasn’t told me I can give you her number. Why don’t you ask her?”

“Well, she’s always with a girl who’s my sworn enemy.”

“You sound like one of them super heroes,” Chandra said, making Deanna laugh.

“Well, she is. That’s kinda what I wanted to talk to her about. You know, warn her how evil this girl is. She blackmailed me by threatening to tell everyone about Mom and me when I was in seventh grade,” I said.

“That was seventh grade, honey. Maybe she’s different now. Growin’ up changes us, you know, in more ways than the physical.”

“No, she’s not changed a bit. She’s gotten worse in fact.”

“How’s that?”

“Well, you see, I’m in love–”

“In love? When did that happen?!” Chandra asked.

“Recently. And I mean really in love, not just that I have the hots for her. It’s the real thing,” I said.

“Congratulations, honey,” Chandra said with a smile, her gold tooth winking at me from the side of her mouth.

“Don’t congratulate me too soon. This girl is doing her best to break us up. She seduced my girlfriend’s father and is threatening to say he raped her if Lisa and I ever see each other again.”

“Why is she doing that?” Chandra asked.

“I told you. She’s evil!” I said. “Ask Mom. She’ll tell you!”

Chandra looked at me with a furrowed brow, curious now and not liking what she was hearing.

“And you’re sayin’ my Carlita’s hanging around with this gal?”

“Yes.” I could see Chandra didn’t like this one bit.

“I’ll be right back,” she said and walked out of the room. When she came back, she had Carlita with her.

“She’s my ride today,” Chandra said. “Now, tell her what you just tol’ me.”

I patiently explained to Carlita about her friend, Clare. As I did, she became more and more agitated.

“I knew she didn’t like you, but I didn’t know it was that bad,” she said. “You mean, she really did seduce that professor?”

“Absolutely,” I said, and told her about how she’d made me go without panties in middle school.

Chandra spoke up. “Child, you know I don’t try to interfere with your social life, but I’ve known Cheryl a long time, and she wouldn’t lie to me. This girl Clare sounds like bad news, and I know your mama wouldn’t want you runnin’ with no bad news.”

“She’s really making you never see your girlfriend again?” Carlita asked. I nodded.

“What do you want from me?” she asked.

We talked for a few minutes, and she agreed to pass on whatever she learned about Clare and her plans. She didn’t want to keep being friendly with her, but she said she would until the end of that semester for me.

When we’d finished talking, Carlita said, “I knew she could be a bitch, but who isn’t sometimes? I never knew she could be this conniving,” she said. “I guess I should thank you for telling me,” she added. “If she got mad at me, I could be her next target. That’s what my mom likes to say about people like that.”

We hugged, and Deanna drove me home.

When I got there, I couldn’t wait to call Lisa. There was no way for Clare to monitor our phone calls or anything, so we didn’t worry about that. We’d already proved ourselves resourceful by engaging in some wonderful phone sex. In fact we had agreed to do it again soon, this time with Jenna in the mix as well.

Before I could get on the phone, however, Cindy met me as I entered the house.

“I’ve been thinking,” she said.

“What about?” I asked.

“Your problem with Clare. It occurs to me she and I have never met.”

“No, but she’s heard of you.”

“Has she seen my picture?”

“No,” I said, wondering where she was going with this.

“What about the twins? Has she seen pictures or anything of them?”

“I don’t think so,” I said, still curious.

“What if I arranged for the twins to have sex with her and I catch them? Or what if I manage to get pictures of them together?”

“I see where you’re going with this,” I said. “That’s a good idea and all, but the one I have is less involved. Still, if my idea doesn’t work, I’d be glad to try yours out. It’s a lot like the first way we handled her.”

“I know,” Cindy said. “That’s what made me think of it. She may not care if people know about her and her sister, but she would definitely not want anyone to find out she had sex with a pair of eleven-year-olds. Ever.”

“She’d probably get suspicious, especially since she’s blackmailing me again. She’d probably wonder if it was a setup.”

“What’s your idea?” she asked, and I filled her in.

“My God, that is easy,” she said. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

“I know. I believe I didn’t think of it because it is so simple.”

“Will Professor Brown go along with it? Will he help?”

“I’m pretty sure he will. Lisa says he’s really pissed that Clare did this. I was just going to go to my room and call Lisa to find out what he said.”

She looked at me as I got undressed. “Um, Cheryl?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s been a while since just the two of us… had sex. Would you mind if I… tasted you for about ten or fifteen minutes?”

Cindy was already naked, of course, and I smiled as I stripped off my panties, the last vestige of clothing for me.

“Hey! Why not twenty?” I joked. “As long as you don’t mind if Lisa listens in? She might enjoy it herself.”

“Well, by all means. Let’s get things started.”

When I got Lisa on the phone, she had me wait while she got naked in her bedroom. Rachel wasn’t there, so she would be alone.

Cindy and I kissed for a while, allowing Lisa to listen in. We put her on speaker. This would be a great payback for the time I listened in on Lisa and Rachel.

“Tell me what you’re doing,” Lisa said.

“I’m going to kiss my way down Cheryl’s body, stopping at her boobs to spend some time with her lovely nipples,” Cindy said.

“How old was Cheryl the first time you had sex with her?” Lisa asked.

“Nine,” Cindy answered before taking my right nipple into her mouth to suck, lick, and nibble.

“Oh, fuck!” Lisa said. I could tell that turned her on a lot. “Bald pussy and everything, huh?”

Cindy pulled back from my tit. “As bald as it is now,” Cindy said, “but smaller.” She returned to sucking my boob.

“No more questions,” I said. “It’s frustrating when she stops.”

“Okay. Do you remember your first time with Cindy?” Lisa asked me.

“Of course,” I smiled down at Cindy, who was looking at me while she made love to my breast.

“Was your mom there?”

“Yeah, but she just masturbated while Cindy and I had sex.”

“I wish I’d been there,” Lisa said.

Cindy stopped long enough to say, “So do I. Two nine-year-olds? Heaven. If I’d been caught, I could just say, ‘but officer, together they make eighteen!’” Cindy continued moving down my tummy to my cunt. When she got there, she said, “My God, Cheryl! You’re soaked!”

“Soaked?” Lisa said. “Now I wish I were there right now!”

“So do I,” I said, then gasped as Cindy’s mouth landed on my very sensitive clit.

Soon, the three of us were concentrating on achieving — and giving — orgasms. Cindy and I were locked in a sixty-nine, and Lisa was masturbating, holding her phone down next to her pussy so we could hear the wet sounds of her fingers rubbing her clit, which, according to Lisa, was all red and plump.

We screamed out our orgasms and I lay there with my mother’s lover. It occurred to me that I’d never mentioned to Lisa that Cindy was Jenna’s biological mother, but I waited for that. I didn’t want to possibly embarrass Cindy by just blurting that out.

After Cindy and I recovered, she left the room to take a shower in the bathroom she shared with Mom. That was fine with me. I had plans to make with Lisa.

“So, is your dad on board?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Lisa said. “He can’t wait.”

Lisa and I talked about our plan. Her dad claimed that to tease him, Clare would spread her legs a couple of times each day in class, but she was now careful to always be wearing panties. I knew the people in my mom’s production company could take care of that detail.

The plan was for Lisa’s dad to get a picture of Clare with her legs spread one day in class. I would take the picture to Mom’s work, where they would doctor the photo to make it look like Clare was naked under her skirt. This would give us the picture we needed to ensure that Clare could never say she had not seduced him.

The next morning, I arrived at Dr. Brown’s classroom thirty minutes before Clare’s class would arrive. I had a camera that made very little sound when the lens was activated. Dr. Brown and I set up the camera on the desk, but hid it under some papers and things, leaving the lens exposed just enough to be able to get the picture, but hard to see clearly from the classroom.

We made sure it was aimed properly and ran a remote trigger to a place under the desktop where Dr. Brown could reach it easily when sitting at the desk.

To create a situation where Dr. Brown could remain at the desk — he had told us he was always moving when teaching, so sitting would not ‘look right’ to Clare and her classmates — I wrapped his ankle in an ace bandage before leaving the room.

When Clare came in and sat in her usual front-and-center seat, the camera was aimed right at her, with a wide enough shot to get her full body into the picture, including her face. Dr. Brown told the class he had sprained his ankle on his way into the building and would have to sit at the desk the entire class time.

Sure enough, Clare couldn’t help herself. She managed to spread her legs a bit several times during Dr. Brown’s lecture. Each time, a picture was taken with the camera. Dr. Brown would clear his throat loudly each time he activated the remote trigger to cover any possible sound the camera made taking the picture. He had minored in theater as an undergrad, so he pulled it off well.

I took the camera and its film to Mom’s work, and one of the cameramen took a picture of me in a similar pose, but without panties. Clare shaved, so we didn’t need a different model who had pubic hair.

He put the two images together through some photographer’s magic, and voila, we had what looked for all the world like a picture of Clare with legs spread and pussy bared to Dr. Brown.

We made several copies of the picture, and I put one in an envelope, sealed it, and addressed it to Clare.

According to Dr. Brown, two days later Clare confronted him about the pictures, claiming he had no right to take pictures of her like that. Of course, he said he’d only been protecting himself, and as long as she behaved herself — in other words kept her trap shut about what had happened — the pictures would not have to come out.

Of course, Clare wasn’t worried about the pictures possibly becoming public. She was pissed that another blackmail scheme had gone awry.

That Friday, Lisa spent the night with me, but this time we were at The Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel, a landmark on Hollywood Boulevard. It was this historic place that had first opened in 1927. In fact, Douglas Fairbanks, Mary Pickford, and Sid Grauman, owner of Grauman’s Chinese Theater, were some of the original owners.

We ordered room service and made no secret that we were lovers.

Saturday morning, I woke up to find my lover asleep. I’d watched Jenna sleeping before, and the twins, and it was nice to watch them.

But watching Lisa was different. I lay there, staring at her as she breathed in and out slowly. I pictured our sex the night before and remembered that slowly would not be the way I would have described her breathing then. Panting was more accurate.

I felt tears of joy sting my eyes as I watched her. Her left breast, the upper one as she slept on her right side, was outside the covers. Her nipple was stiff, possibly from the air conditioning. I didn’t care if the reason was the cold air and not my warm mouth. She was gorgeous.

She was a natural blonde with larger boobs than I had. She filled a C cup easily. Her nipples, the diameter of a large plum, were… succulent. That would be the best word to describe them. They were quarter-sized, pale, and rosy pink, with nipples centered like a bulls-eye on a target. Her body drew me as a porch light draws moths. Her inner labia were small and thin, her clit pronounced when she was turned on, though not what I would call big. It just managed to peek out of her clitoral hood and was the size of a small green pea.

As I thought of her, I could feel my pussy responding to the images my mind conjured. She began to stir, and I helped her wake up by leaning over and kissing her lips softly, my tongue playing along her lips with gentle caresses.

She opened her eyes and grinned, then blushed as she realized I had been watching her sleep.

“Don’t look at me when I’m sleeping. I might drool or something.”

“I don’t care,” I said.

“But that’s so unattractive,” she said and laughed.

I smiled and gazed into her eyes. “Not to me,” I said. “I can’t imagine anything you do being unattractive.”

“You just worship the ground I walk on,” she said, giggling at her own joke.

“Mm-hmm,” I said, caressing her shoulder with the softest of touches. I imagined my fingers were paint brushes applying magnificent color to a canvas worthy of a masterpiece.

“I have to pee. If you think everything I do is beautiful, you should watch me pissing.”

She got out of bed and I watched her shapely butt swaying toward the bathroom.

“Would you like breakfast?” I asked.

“Your pussy? Sure, but let me finish in the bathroom, first.”

“Well, you can have my pussy for dessert. I mean like real breakfast. You know, eggs, bacon, biscuits. People have it for breakfast all the time.” I was picking up on her sense of humor and playing off of it.

“Wouldn’t that mean getting dressed?” she said from her place on the toilet. I stood and watched as she peed. She was in profile, so I couldn’t see between her legs or anything, but she was beautiful anyway.

“Not unless we really want to. Hey, you know you are pretty when you piss.”

“Ha, ha. What are you saying, order room service and stay naked?”

“Why not? We could give the person delivering it quite a thrill. Sitting down in our birthday suits to enjoy a meal. We’d be the talk of the kitchen staff.”

“And the talk of the jail,” she said.

“No. They couldn’t arrest us. After all, we’re in our room. If we want to show off our sexy bodies to someone, that’s our business, as long as we aren’t trying to charge money for the peek.”

As she wiped herself, she looked at me. “You’re serious.”

“Sure, why not? I’ll request a girl to deliver the food, saying we don’t want to get fully dressed yet. I could even tell them that I want her to serve us as a waitress, pouring our coffee and juice, that sort of thing. We could really make the girl’s day.”

“Are you suggesting we fuck her?”

“No, silly. I’m suggesting we let her watch us a little. We’ll be naked when she gets here. We’ll enjoy some breakfast and do a little kissing. C’mon. It’ll be fun!”

“My God. You are definitely the kinkiest person I’ve ever met.”

“I know! Don’t you just love it?” I said.

After we decided what we wanted for breakfast, I lifted the phone receiver and dialed the number for room service.

When the person answered, I said, “Hi, my girlfriend and I would like breakfast in our room…. Yes, that’s our room number…. We’d like coffee with sugar and cream, orange juice, two orders of ham and cheese omelets with home fries and biscuits… Yes… Oh, and we’re not dressed yet, so could you send a girl? Also, we would like for her to stay and serve us, you know, sort of be our waitress. I’ll give her a 50% tip with instructions to give you 40% of that…. Yes, thank you.”

Lisa was staring at me with her mouth dropped open when I hung up. “God, you might as well have said we’re going to have sex in front of her!”

“So? As I said, they don’t care as long as we’re not charging for the privilege of watching us. These fancy hotels are all about making sure the customer is happy, even if it involves some exhibitionism. As long as we’re not prostitutes or something else illegal, they’re willing to look the other way. And like I said, we’ll be in our own hotel room.”

“How do you know this?” she asked, and I looked at her with a wicked smile. “Have you done something like this before?” I kept the smile. “Oh, my God. You have!” Same smile. “Where? When?” Now Lisa was all ears.

“Last summer with Deanna. We decided to stay at a hotel just to see if we could seduce the girl who brought room service.”

“So, did you?”

“Oh, yeah. The girl loved it, too. She just watched and diddled herself, but she loved watching the two of us together. She kept saying, ‘Wait til I tell my boyfriend, he won’t believe it.’ “

About fifteen minutes later, there was a knock at the door. “Room service,” she called.

I went to the door, totally naked. Lisa was on the bed, also nude but under the covers, watching TV.

I eased the door open a little and saw a cute redhead with freckles pushing a tea cart. I stepped back, allowing her to enter with the cart. When I shut the door, the girl turned and her mouth dropped open as she took in my nudity.

“It’s okay. My girlfriend and I are pretty open about this stuff. You don’t mind, do you? We just aren’t ready to get dressed yet,” I said.

The girl, who looked our age, said, “Uh… no… I don’t guess so.” She was shocked, to say the least. I thought that she must be new to this job. I decided to find out.

“Are you new here?” I asked.

“Just started last week,” she said.

“Well, you’ll get used to this kind of thing if you keep working in a fancy hotel like this. Believe me, nobody cares.”

She pushed the cart over to the small table, which Lisa and I had pulled out the night before for dinner. Two chairs were on either side.

“Come on, sweetie,” I said to Lisa. “Breakfast is here.”

The girl watched as a naked Lisa pushed the covers aside and rose from the bed and sat in her chair.

“Did they tell you we wanted you to stay and serve us our breakfast?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” she said, still staring at Lisa. “They said something about a nice tip?”

“Yeah,” I said. “We’re going to tip you 50%, and the concierge is expecting 40% of that.” I looked at the bill. “Oh, you’re going to make out pretty well on that.”

The girl got suspicious. “What do you expect me to do for that?”

I looked at her as I sat down. “Nothing you don’t want to, I can assure you. We’re not expecting to pay you for sex if that’s what you’re thinking.”

I could see the girl relax visibly. Smiling at her, I said, “You just have to be our waitress. Would you pour the coffee and juice?”

She did, her hands shaking just slightly.

“Hey, we don’t want to make you nervous, okay?” I said. So far, Lisa hadn’t uttered a sound.

“I’m sorry,” the girl said. “I just didn’t expect to find two naked girls up here, that’s all. Especially girls about my age.”

I looked at her name tag. “Well, we’re all girls here, Zelda, all with the same equipment, you know?” I said. “Zelda — what a pretty name.”

“Thank you,” Zelda said, blushing. That’s one thing about redheads with freckles. When they blush, it’s so noticeable. Their faces turn nearly the same color as their hair.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked.

“No.”

“Girlfriend?”

She blushed deeper. “No,” she said, giggling a little.

“Hey, don’t knock it,” I said, grinning at her.

I looked over at Lisa and realized she was nearly as uncomfortable as Zelda. Then it hit me. I was flirting with this girl, and Lisa was jealous.

The flirtation stopped, and I looked at Lisa intently. “Don’t worry, baby. I love you and only you,” I said, hoping to ease her mind as well as get things moving.

Lisa smiled. “This is only about fun,” I said to my lover. “Besides, she’s been looking a lot more at your body than at mine, so if anyone should be jealous, it’s me.”

“I’m not jealous,” Lisa said, her first words since Zelda entered the room.

As we ate, Zelda continued to serve us, refreshing our coffee. I’m certain she felt foolish standing there pouring coffee and juice that we could easily have poured for ourselves, but we were the customers, and she knew that whatever we wanted, within legal limits, we got. Besides, she was getting a substantial tip.

When we were finished, I stood up and said to Zelda, “Have a seat.”

She looked at me, wondering what this was about, I’m sure.

She slowly sat in my chair, and I went to Lisa. Taking her hand, I helped her up. Then turning to Zelda, I said, “This is the love of my life.” I turned back to Lisa. “I love her more than I love breathing.”

For only the second time since Zelda had entered, Lisa smiled. Then the smile grew, and finally she moved in and kissed me. I heard Zelda gasp softly.

We stood there in front of the pretty redhead and made out, tongues wrapping around each other, lips tasting our breakfast on each other’s lips. Our hands moved to each other’s breasts.

I looked over at Zelda.

“We’d like for you to watch,” I said. “It’s not illegal, and you won’t get into trouble.”

“Um… okay,” she said. “I guess.”

“Have you ever looked at porn?” I asked her.

“Uh…”

“You can be honest. I’ve actually made some movies.”

Her eyes widened. “Really?”

Lisa looked at her and answered, speaking directly to her for the first time. “Yes, really. It’s her and another girl, and one even has her mother, who’s a famous porn star.”

“Oh? Who?” Zelda was apparently starting to get into it. She seemed to be subconsciously rubbing her thighs together.

“Kayleigh Katz,” Lisa said.

“Oh, my God! Really?!”

“You know who she is?” I asked, caressing Lisa’s breasts and looking at Zelda.

Zelda blushed again, deeply, and I had my answer. She’d watched my mom in movies before.

Easing Lisa to the bed, I said to Zelda, “Listen, you can’t join us, but we want you to watch. And while you watch, you can do or not do whatever you want as long as you don’t touch either of us.”

She grinned, getting my point. “And you won’t tell my boss?”

“Your boss probably knows this is going to happen,” Lisa said, surprising me a bit with her sudden assumption of knowledge about this type of encounter. “That’s what the 40% to him is for.”

“Isn’t that, like, prostitution?”

“No,” I said. “You don’t have to do anything, and the tip is for serving us breakfast. You can walk out right now, and you’d still get the 50% tip.” I looked into Lisa’s eyes, which were no longer showing jealousy. The only thing I saw there was lust. “But this is actually our little tip to you beyond the money.”

I lay down beside Lisa and we continued kissing. I could see Zelda taking it all in, and her own horniness burned in her eyes.

I figured Zelda was probably bisexual, and she’d been ogling two sexy girls for the past twenty minutes, and now these same girls, one with a famous porn star mother, were going to give her a private show.

I could see she had every intention of taking full advantage of our hospitality.

By the time I was going down on Lisa, Zelda was out of her seat and standing beside the bed. I glanced at her, and she was pinching her nipples through her uniform and practically drooling. Her other hand was at her crotch, kneading her pussy through the material.

“You can remove some or all of your clothes to make it easier,” I said. “We won’t touch you.”

She must have figured we had been naked the entire time, so why not? She was out of the uniform in less than a minute, and her panties and bra followed.

I switched around and lowered my pussy to Lisa’s mouth. I was licking Lisa and Zelda had her head about a foot away. I could hear her breathing, rough and ragged and filled with desire.

Then I heard Zelda coming. Her breath hitched in her throat and she gave a long but low squealing moan that turned into a staccato of soft grunts. “Uh. Uh. Uh.” The rhythm of her orgasm punctuated the air.

It also brought both Lisa and me to our own climaxes.

When I next looked at Zelda, she was sitting in the chair again. Well, sprawled might be a better description, and her fingers were in her mouth being licked clean of her pussy juices. She was very cute with a slender figure. I figured her bra must be a 32 A, she was so slight in build. She got up from the chair and thanked us while getting dressed. I noticed her butt, very shapely, but looking more like a thirteen-year-old’s. She had a ‘landing strip’ of bright red hair on her mound. I was struck with how young she looked, despite being our age, and realized that while I was tempted, I would never do anything that would risk losing Lisa.

Zelda asked us if she could kiss us good-bye, and I let Lisa decide. She allowed it. Zelda gave each of us a kiss with a little bit of tongue. Thanking us again, she wheeled the tea cart out the door, and we never saw her again.

“I’m glad you ended up enjoying that,” I said. “It’s just kicks. Or kinks. Whatever.”

We laughed and fell into each other’s arms again. We barely made it out by check-out time.

Continue on to Chapter 77

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 75

  • Posted on February 23, 2017 at 2:02 pm

Another Solution to Clare

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

The next morning, I awoke feeling as though a double-trailer semi had run over my life, backed up, and run over it again just to be sure it was completely ruined. I was worthless for anything but moping, which I did in abundance. I must have picked up my phone a dozen times to call Lisa, but put it down again for fear I might fuck things up if I called.

I cried myself out until I didn’t have any tears left, just complete sadness. I had a paper due that Monday, but I didn’t work on it at all except to go over what I’d written so far, print it, and put it in my bag. I knew it wouldn’t be good, and expected a failing grade on it. It turned out I was right.

I had just picked up my phone again to call the girl I loved more than my life when my phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number, so I didn’t answer. It was a good thing I didn’t. A minute later, my message alert beeped. I hesitated, but curiosity got the better of me, so I pressed a button to listen.

It was Clare.

“Hey, just wanted to make sure you knew who won our war in the end, bitch! Go ahead and tell the world about my sister and me. I’ll just say you set me up to retaliate for my outing you and your mom, which I still might do anyway. I hope you fucking kill yourself.”

I was furious! I wanted to kill her, not myself. I actually wondered what I might do if she were standing in front of me at that moment. Tears of rage ran down my cheeks. I almost hurled my phone against the wall, but I realized that it was the only number Lisa had in case she wanted to call me.

I wasn’t exactly thinking straight, to say the least.

What I didn’t know was that I had started screaming “YOU BITCH! YOU BITCH!” over and over and wouldn’t stop. Yeah, I actually was screaming without realizing it. It’s a wonder I didn’t end up in the mental ward of a hospital.

Cindy heard me and rushed into my room.

“What is it, honey?” she asked. She took both my shoulders and shook them a little to get my attention.

When I noticed she was there, I burst into sobs and collapsed into her arms.

“Shhh,” she said, trying her best to soothe my pain. “It’s going to be okay. Shhh.” She held me until I regained coherent speech.

“It’ll never be okay,” I said. “I love Lisa so much. It’d actually be different if she broke up with me. At least then,” I took a breath. “At least then one of us would want this.”

“I know, baby,” Cindy said. She was naked, and I couldn’t help noticing the scars down her back. They were from whippings she received while in Colombia. My hands wandered to the blemishes and caressed them.

“What set you off so?” she asked.

“Here, listen to the bitch’s voice mail for yourself,” I said and handed her my phone as if she knew the pass code to open it.

“Sweetie, you’ll have to open your phone.”

“I changed it just yesterday morning. Four letters. I bet you can guess what they are,” I said.

She punched in L-i-s-a and my phone opened. She pressed the voicemail button and listened. Her eyes grew huge while she heard the ugliness Clare had sent me.

“Oh, my God,” she breathed. Then she looked at me, suspiciously. “You aren’t thinking of, well, granting her wish, are you?”

Looking back, I guess it was a natural question to ask. I must have looked and acted deranged. But at the time, it hurt me that she asked.

“Of course not! Why would I want to give that bitch any satisfaction? I want to kill her, not me!”

Cindy shushed me again and held me, saying, “Don’t talk that way. She’ll get what’s coming to her eventually, believe me.”

I finally grew quiet and lay back on my bed, where I’d been all day except to go to the bathroom, and even that took effort.

“We were so perfect together,” I said. “I’ve never been so in-tune with another person in my life.”

“I know, baby,” Cindy said. “All I can say is the pain eventually goes away.”

“Maybe by the time I’m seventy,” I said.

“This could still all work out, you know. Give it time.”

She got up and actually tucked me in, giving me a kiss before leaving my room, saying, “Don’t give up hope yet. This whole thing is less than a day old. A solution may appear.”

She closed my door and I lay there, praying she was right.

My phone rang again, and I nearly ignored it, thinking it was Clare again, hoping I would pick up this time, but I decided to look and see who it was and saw it was Lisa.

She was calling me.

Panicked that I might be too late to stop her call from going to voicemail, I pressed the answer button, and said, “Is this really you?”

She was crying too, and I heard a tearful “Yes,” followed by soft sobs.

“I still love you, you know,” I said.

“I know. I love you, too.”

“Not as much as I love you,” I said, remembering how we’d said those words to each other just yesterday, when the sun could still shine.

She paused, and I could hear her give a small gasp as she remembered them too. “Oh, yes. As much, or more.” It was the second time we had said these words in this way, and we both knew that if we were ever able to continue our relationship, that we would say it like this more often than not.

We managed to get control of ourselves so we could actually have a conversation instead of just sobbing to each other.

“So what happened after I left?” I asked.

“My mom came in to talk to me, but I wouldn’t say anything to her. I insisted she send my dad.”

“Did he come talk to you?”

“Mostly, he listened and kept saying he was sorry.”

“Of all the girls on campus, he fucked her!” I said, angry once again.

“He told me she threw herself at him after showing up to class three days straight not wearing any panties,” Lisa said, and I thought I was going to faint.

That had been exactly what she had forced me to do when I was in seventh grade.

“You’re shitting me!” I said.

“Nope. Three days straight and no panties.”

I had not mentioned what Clare had made me do in school to Lisa on the way back to her place yesterday, so I told her about it.

“That fucking bitch!” she said.

“So your dad admitted it to you?”

“Of course. I mean, what else would he do? He begged me not to tell Mom, and I promised I wouldn’t. I don’t need my parents to divorce on top of everything else. Now, he’s worried about Clare making their little fuck-fest public. He’s already upset you know.”

“Tell him he needs to worry. She has the goods on him now, and I can tell you from experience she won’t soon forget she has the upper hand,” I said.

“Do you really think she would ruin your life like that? That she’d tell the world about you and your mom?”

“For a nickel,” I said. “I’ve never met anyone as hateful as she is.”

“What’s wrong with her?!” Lisa asked. “It’s not as if she doesn’t have a lot of good things in her life. And it’s not like she thinks incest is dirty. You told me she does it with her sister.”

Jenna was still friends with Clare’s sister, Carmen, and I knew it was still true.

“What are we going to do, Lisa?”

“I don’t know, but I do know I don’t want to break up with you. I had thought of telling my mom about my dad’s classic fuck up and seeing if we could diffuse the situation like that. I mean, if nobody cares, then Clare won’t have any ammunition.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to see your parents divorce either. I don’t know your dad that well, really, except that he thinks with his dick, but I really like your mom. Also, couldn’t your dad lose his job?”

“I guess he could, but maybe there’s a way that he wouldn’t.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“I don’t know, but I’m going to think about it.”

“Maybe we could, you know, frame Clare for something really bad. Get her kicked out of UCLA or something?” I said.

“Like what? I doubt they’d get her for sleeping with a professor. Lots of girls do that. They just don’t threaten to cry rape when they do.”

“Maybe we could frame her for cheating. You know, like plagiarizing a paper or something,” I said.

“How would we do that?” Lisa asked, genuinely interested but not sure how to go about framing her.

“I bet I could ask Cindy or my Mom. They might have an idea how to go about it.”

“Do you think they’d help with that? I mean, it’s pretty underhanded.”

“Usually, no, they wouldn’t. But with Clare, maybe so,” I said, the idea starting to bloom in my mind. “After all, we blackmailed her once before. Maybe we could just bypass the blackmail and nail her?”

When Mom got home from her shoot for that day, I spoke to her about my idea, hoping for some suggestions.

“Honey, as much as I’d like to do something to make her life more difficult, I don’t think we should fake anything to do that,” Mom said. “If she does something and we can catch her at it, then that’s fine, but I won’t be a part of framing someone for something they didn’t do.”

Of course she was right, but that didn’t change how I felt.

“But we have to think of something! It’s wrong for Clare to fake a rape just to make Lisa and me be apart!”

“Two wrongs don’t make a right,” she said.

Sometimes I hate it when my mother’s right.

I’d just have to catch her doing something and nail her for it.

The following day I showed up for classes, but my heart wasn’t in it. I’d managed to finally get all the tears out over what was happening with Lisa and me. I was still devastated, but I was no longer crying at the thought of it.

The day was going along well enough until I saw Clare holding court with her entourage. That’s what I called it, anyway. It was mostly a group of girls who allowed Clare to be the dictator of their little clique.

I decided not to kill her, but I was determined to speak to her. She saw me staring at her, and she gave me this nasty little smirk. I so wanted to punch her in the face so hard that my fist would come out the back of her head. I felt certain there were plenty of people who would applaud me for doing that.

Something occurred to me and I strolled up to her group and said, “I heard you were raped, Clare.”

If her gaze could have killed, I would have died on the spot.

At first I thought she would deny it, but she ended up admitting it, at least sort of.

“Well, it wasn’t exactly rape. He just told me if I didn’t fuck him, he’d flunk me.”

“Really? Because the way I heard it, you showed up to class with no panties on for three straight days and flashed him with your skanky venereal diseased pussy,” I said.

“I don’t have a venereal disease,” she said.

“Fine. Then you admit you were flashing him.”

“I didn’t flash him at all. He used his position to get me in bed.”

“Why?” I said. “Everyone knows you’d fuck a snake if it promised not to bite.”

“You need to watch it, bitch,” she said. “Why don’t you go home and let your mom lick your pussy?”

I had noticed her girls were following our conversation like a tennis match, and one of them gasped at this statement. I glanced at the girl who had gasped and realized I knew her from somewhere, but I couldn’t place where in the heat of this exchange with Clare.

“You do know this professor you say you never flashed has pictures of you doing just that, don’t you?” I said. It was a total bluff, but I wanted to make her at least wonder if it might be true. “So your little claim of being forced won’t fly. What? You think professors are so ready to jump your bones they aren’t thinking clearly and would take a chance like that since it so obviously looked like a set-up? They’re not as stupid as you are, Clare.”

“You’re so full of shit, Cheryl,” she said, but I could tell my remark had hit a nerve. That’s when my idea hit me.

I could hardly wait to talk to Mom about it. I felt certain she would go for it.

That night, I sat down with Mom and told her my idea. It wasn’t blackmail, and it wouldn’t ruin Clare’s life, but it would prevent her from being able to say she was forced to have sex by Dr. Brown.

“That might work,” Mom said. I knew she’d be okay with it because while it was a little underhanded, it wouldn’t be telling a lie. It was totally accurate.

Another thing happened to bolster my confidence. As I lay in bed that night, I remembered who the girl was that had gasped at Clare’s comment. She was the granddaughter of my favorite makeup artist and hair stylist, Chandra Jackson. I couldn’t remember the girl’s name, but I recalled meeting her at a party my mother took me to that was honoring the “Behind the Scenes” people who worked for the production company. She had seemed like a sweet girl then, and I wondered what she was doing as part of Clare’s little “worship me” club.

This made me wonder if I could manage to get a spy from the group to help me. We had talked briefly at the party, and I thought she was beautiful. She was straight, however, so we hadn’t hooked up or anything. I decided I would be visiting the set after classes tomorrow.

I picked up my phone and called Deanna to tell her I wouldn’t need a ride the next day because I would be going to the set after classes, but this time she wouldn’t let me leave her out.

I agreed to let her join me, and we hung up.

Then I called Lisa.

“Are you ready for this?” I asked.

“What?” she asked.

“I think I have a way to get your dad out of trouble and save our relationship as well,” I said.

She was instantly excited. “Really?!”

After I’d told her what my plan was, she said, “How could we have missed that idea? It’s so simple!”

“Do you think your dad will go along with it?” I asked. That would be crucial. If he wouldn’t help, we were dead in the water.

“I’m sure of it. He’s so pissed at Clare, he would love to find a way to make her life less of a breeze, if not downright painful.”

“Well, talk to him about it before classes tomorrow, and let me know. I’ll be going to my mom’s work after classes and talk to Chandra whether or not your dad will do this. I need someone ‘on the inside’ regardless.”

We both sounded happy for the first time since Clare had phoned Lisa two nights ago. And it was also the first time I’d felt horny since then.

“So,” I said, suggestion dripping from my voice. “Have you done anything since the other night?”

“Done anything?” she asked.

“Yeah, you know. Done anything.”

“Oh,” she said. “You mean, like, sexually?”

“Well, give the lady a prize! Yes, sexually,” I said.

“No,” she said. “I haven’t felt like it. Been, well, devastated, you know?”

“Yeah, I know all too well. But, are you… devastated now?”

She giggled. “I can sure as hell tell you’re not.”

“Am I that obvious?” I said, joining her in her laughter, which felt so good it was nearly as good as an orgasm.

“Girl, you’re always obvious when it comes to sex. It’s like the first time I saw you. It took maybe two seconds to realize you wanted to fuck me silly.”

“That long?” I joked, and we both laughed.

“Okay,” she said after we regained what composure we could. “What if I’m not… devastated?”

“Well, it’s too late to meet somewhere.”

“True,” she said.

“Have you ever done phone sex?”

Lisa giggled. It was the world’s most delightful music. “Maybe once or twice.”

I was intrigued. “Really? Who with?”

“You don’t want to know who. You want to know what we did,” she said, accurately guessing my motive.

“Okay,” I said. “What did you do?”

“Silly, we masturbated together.”

“Certainly there was more to it than that,” I said.

“Well, yes. We talked about what we were doing to ourselves and what we’d like to do to each other.”

“Give me an example.”

“An example?” she said.

“Yeah. Like what are you doing now?”

“Besides grinning at my sister?”

“She’s in there with you?”

“Yeah. She’s watching me try to take off my PJ’s.”

“Then that’s what you’re doing? Getting naked?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m already naked,” I said.

“I know. You live naked, you lucky thing you,” she said.

“Has she ever watched you having phone sex before?”

“Maybe once or twice. Unless she was the one I was having phone sex with,” Lisa said.

“You’ve had phone sex with Rachel before?”

“Yeah. The first time she was only thirteen and I was fifteen.”

“You don’t mind her watching you do this?” I asked, wanting to make sure. I didn’t want Lisa to be uncomfortable about it.

“Are you kidding? She’ll end up masturbating with me, giving me an added bonus.”

“Are you naked yet?” I asked.

“Yeah. Rachel helped me with the sweats and panties.”

“You were wearing sweats to bed? How sexy,” I teased.

“I was feeling frumpy and totally not turned on until five minutes ago.”

“So you’re turned on now, then?”

“Well, I’m pinching my left nipple, if that means anything.”

“I’m pinching my right,” I said, and I was.

“Rachel’s getting naked too. Is that okay with you?” Lisa asked.

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Just checking.”

“Tell me when she’s naked,” I said.

A few seconds passed and Lisa said, “She’s naked.”

“Can you risk putting me on speaker?” I asked.

“Sure. My parents zonked over an hour ago.”

I heard some rustling and Lisa said, “Okay, you’re on speaker.”

“I want you to kiss each other and play with each other’s boobs,” I said.

“Sounds like it will be better for us. You don’t have anyone there with you?” Lisa asked.

“Jenna’s with friends. I could get the twins over here, but they’re asleep.”

“What about your mom?”

“Too tired. She had a shoot today.”

“Can’t wait to see it,” Lisa said. “So I guess you’re on your own, huh?”

“Yeah, but it’s okay,” I said. “Hearing the two of you make love will get me off.”

“So what do you want us to do?” Lisa asked.

“Just make love and let me listen in.”

“We can do that,” Rachel said, and I heard lips kissing softly, small smacking sounds that may have been more pronounced for my enjoyment.

“Are you using tongues?” I asked.

“Of course,” Lisa said.

More kisses. Then Lisa said, “Suck my tit.” Then, “Oh, yes.”

She was spicing it up with talking for my benefit, I could tell.

After a while, Rachel said, “I want to eat your pussy.”

“Who’s stopping you?” Lisa asked.

In less than a minute, I could hear my lover moaning as her sister licked her pussy. Lisa must have held the phone down near her cunt because I could hear the wet sounds of Rachel’s tongue and mouth as she worked to bring her big sister to a climax while I listened.

Then I heard Lisa say, “Sixty-nine,” and soon I could hear both sisters as they licked each other’s pussy.

I concentrated on trying to come as they were coming. I could tell they were close, which was a good thing because I was too.

Then I could hear the muffled squeals and moans from Lisa and Rachel as they came, and I pushed myself over the top while fantasizing about being there to witness this soon.

We continued with this for at least thirty minutes before we stopped, lying back with a contented sigh, I heard them moving and catching their breath.

When all three of us had regained our composure, I said, “I probably should hang up and try to get some sleep. I’ve not slept well the past couple of nights.”

“I wonder why,” Lisa said. “Oh, maybe it’s the same reason I’ve not slept.”

“Probably is,” I said.

We told each other how much we loved the other and hung up.

Turning to my side, I snuggled down into my covers. I could smell the scent of myself and knew that anyone who came into the room would be able to smell my aromas and know what I’d been doing, but of course I didn’t care. Jenna was due in any minute, and the twins were asleep, although if they woke and realized what had just been happening, they would be jealous and probably end up in their own sixty-nine, mouths to bald pussies.

I drifted off knowing this situation that had caused so much heartache would indeed be okay. It was a valuable lesson for me to learn, that given time, every problem had a solution. All I needed to do was think about it until the solution presented itself.

This solution had been so simple it had taken two days to think of it, and without my encounter with Clare that day, I wasn’t sure I would have thought of it yet, or even at all.

I drifted off to sleep, wondering if we would be able to solve this dilemma in time for Lisa to stay the weekend with me.

And I was sure that the Brown household would be improved as well, with Lisa’s dad no longer worrying about being charged with raping a student.

Continue on to Chapter 76

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 74

  • Posted on February 18, 2017 at 3:27 pm

Lisa’s First Sleepover, Round Two

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

Just a little reminder:  Yes, Lisa is based on MY Lisa, but the fictional Cheryl in no way reflects my life, which was nothing like the life of our heroine. Still, this Cheryl does represent me as it relates to the relationship with Lisa. There is even a link in this chapter that takes you to a story that is 100% autobiographical concerning the two of us, including the verbal exchange referenced in the link. In a way, this Cheryl’s life is a fantasy of the life I wish I could have had, but quite a bit of Part Three is based on true events, which will be discussed/confessed in the author’s notes for this erotic e-book, which will be published after the book’s completion. I have Lisa’s permission to tell you these things. – C.T.

It was Aunt Emmy’s turn with the twins, and Jenna, Lisa, and I started making love to each other. I was happy my lover was able to experience my sister, and I hoped it would lead to Lisa allowing her sister and me to get together.

Mom, Danni, and Cindy were together in a corner of the room, too. I could hear them coming, but I rarely looked over to see what was happening. I was much too busy with Jenna and Lisa.

Lisa and I started by making out with Jenna before Lisa moved to my sister’s tits. After a moment, I joined my lover and we were both making oral love to Jenna’s boobs. They weren’t that big — she still wore an A-cup bra — but they were certainly sensitive and beautiful.

While I made love to one breast, I watched Lisa out of the corner of my eye to see what she liked to do to Jenna’s other breast. It’s common knowledge that girls will do to another girl what they like done to them — if the girl is into girl-girl sex, of course.

I made mental notes of how Lisa liked to flick her tongue across the puckered nipple before biting it gently. It was easy to see that my girlfriend loved boobs. She seemed to be in another world.

Jenna whimpered and her body spasmed briefly. I realized this was a response to something I didn’t know had happened. Glancing down Jenna’s tummy, I saw Lisa’s fingers in her cunt, deftly massaging her clit and wetting her fingers in my sister’s cream.

Lisa began her journey down Jenna’s tummy. I watched as she made her way to the delicious slit, only to bypass it and move to her thighs. Her fingers left the pussy behind, and I heard Jenna whimper once more at the loss of my girlfriend’s touch on her most sensitive spot.

I looked at Jenna. Her face was a mirror of the intense feelings she was having. Her entire body seemed to be vibrating, like a guitar string wound too tightly to the point it was about to break.

I knew that feeling; I’d been there before. Her clit was so sensitive at that point that I could have put my face an inch from her clit and blown on it and she would have come.

I would have done just that, except that I felt this was Lisa’s opportunity to reward Jenna for her role in bringing Lisa to climax earlier. I could almost feel that exact thought coming from my lover.

I returned to my sister’s boob while keeping one eye on what Lisa was doing. She was now between Jenna’s spread legs, inching her way up her thigh with kisses. Each kiss was a step closer to the pussy that I knew would be literally running juices down to her butthole. It seemed nobody could produce more pussy cream than Jenna. I was always amazed at the puddles she could leave behind.

“Are you ready to come?” I heard Lisa ask, her face now poised above my sister’s mound.

“Uh-huh,” Jenna said. “Please?”

“You want me to lick your clit, don’t you?” Lisa asked.

Jenna only nodded, apparently too turned on to speak.

“You’re longing for me to release the orgasm, aren’t you?”

Jenna whimpered.

“Are you glad I’m with Cheryl?”

Jenna both nodded and whimpered this time. I was mesmerized by how Lisa was building Jenna up to a massive orgasm. I thought again how a mere breath could bring her off and wondered if that would happen since Lisa’s face was so close to my sister’s clit.

I watched as Lisa stuck her tongue out and licked at the clit without making contact. She was grinning at Jenna, knowing she was making this all the better by holding off a bit longer to make contact with the juicy pussy.

“Oooh!” Jenna moaned. “Makemecomemakemecomemakemecome,” she said.

“Ready?” Lisa asked, grinning.

“Please!”

With that, Lisa pushed her face down onto Jenna’s pussy, covering it with her mouth and Jenna went into orbit.

Her hips bucked and spasmed. I had my hand on her tummy and I could feel the ripples of the orgasm as it traveled through my sister’s body and caused her muscles there to tighten and relax, tighten and relax.

I watched and realized Lisa’s hand was somewhere on Jenna’s body down there. Was it in her pussy, fucking her with her fingers? In her butthole? I didn’t know, at least not then, but when my lover separated herself from my sister, I could see she had her thumb in Jenna’s pussy and her index finger in her butthole. Double pleasure.

Lisa and I moved into a sixty-nine as Jenna recovered from the physical explosion she had just experienced. My sister watched us make love.

My face planted itself between Lisa’s legs and she did the same for me. Lisa’s pussy was dripping her juices. Apparently, what she’d done to Jenna had gotten her extremely horny. And the amount of fluids rivaled what Jenna could produce. I was in heaven.

I glanced at Jenna and she was playfully tweaking her own nipples, first one then the other. Then she moved to my boobs and began sucking them while Lisa ate my cunt.

Within minutes, Lisa and I were both coming. Tremors seized us, shook us to the core of our bodies, and subsided. I wasn’t sure if our orgasms rivaled the one Jenna had experienced at Lisa’s hands, but I didn’t care. They basically left me numb, which was certainly good enough.

We all lay back to relax and watch the others in the room. The twins had mounted Aunt Emmy, who was lying on her back on the soft carpet. Sonia was straddling my aunt’s hips, rubbing her pussy back and forth over Aunt Emmy’s, tribbing with an expertise that was more than rare in an eleven-year-old girl. Sophia had placed her little cunt against Emmy’s mouth, and Aunt Emmy was busy drinking in the wetness the young girl produced.

In this way all three of them were moving towards a climax. It seemed possible they could come at the same time, based on how close each of them appeared to be.

Mom, Danni, and Cindy were together in another area of the room. Danni was fucking Cindy with a vibrating dildo, shoving it in and out of Cindy’s wet cunt, while licking my mom. Mom’s free hand was buried in her own pussy, and Cindy was using both her hands as well, one finger-fucking Danni, whose cunt was within easy reach; the other rubbing her clit just above where the vibrator was going in and out of her cunt.

Again, all three of them were being stimulated in some fashion, and they, too, were approaching a wonderful three-way orgasm.

As Jenna and I watched, we let our own fingers drift down to our pussies, which we rubbed softly. Lisa noticed this and joined in. Within minutes Aunt Emmy and the twins were coming, grunting and moaning their orgasms out. Seconds later Mom, Danni, and Cindy had joined them. This made the three of us teenagers anxious to reach another climax, and we sped up our masturbation efforts, increasing the pressure on our clits as well. The three of us came within about thirty seconds of each other.

Exhausted for the moment, we all took some time to recuperate from the powerful results of our fun.

Lisa looked at me and said, “Oh my God. That was amazing.”

I agreed and leaned over to kiss her. Both of us having just come, not for the first time that day, the kiss was more romantic than sexual.

“I love you,” she said, and my heart sang.

“Not as much as I love you,” I answered.

“Oh, yes. As much, or more,” she replied.

This verbal exchange of love became our own way to speak these most important words. My eyes filled with tears of happiness, and I smiled at my lover. I was head-over-heels in love in a way I never knew existed. I knew I’d been lucky enough to find my life partner at age eighteen. I just hoped she saw this relationship lasting a lifetime as well.

We all finally got off the floor and headed to the kitchen for some food and drink. Sex makes one hungry, so a lot of sex makes one famished.

After we finished stuffing ourselves and were gathered in the family room again, Lisa’s phone rang.

Grunting an exclamation of irritation, she picked it up.

“Hello?”

The caller said something, and I watched as Lisa turned pale, the blood seeming to drain from her face.

“Why are you calling me?”

More from the caller while Lisa listened, irritation apparent on her face.

“Listen –” Lisa noticed we were all watching her. Discomfort replaced the irritation. “Hold on a sec,” she said to the caller.

“Um, does anyone mind if I take this call to the kitchen?”

“Certainly,” Mom said.

I watched as the love of my life walked out of the room. I was upset, wondering who it was that had called, yet dreading finding out. I knew whatever this was about would not be good news. Lisa apparently had not wanted to hear from this person.

Then it hit me. Brenda. It had to be Brenda calling. Of course, there could be something else going on and I was totally wrong, but my imagination ran away into the land of dread and heartbreak. I wondered if she was calling to try to win Lisa back. And if she were, would Lisa listen?

Hours went by, or seemed to. Five minutes after leaving the room, Lisa returned to the gathering of people just nosey enough to want to know what the call was about, but polite enough not to ask.

Lisa sat down beside me and smiled at me in what can only be described as a sympathetic smile, perhaps even to the point of pity. She felt bad for me. That was not a good sign.

She fidgeted with her flip phone for a moment, twirling it in her palm before speaking.

“I’m sorry. I know you have to be wondering what that was about.”

I spoke up, revealing my fear. “I don’t know. Maybe not.”

She looked at me and could easily tell I was scared out of my mind.

“It was actually someone you know,” she said.

“Brenda?” I asked, waiting for the grenade that was the word ‘yes’ to arrive.

“No,” she said, surprising me.

Then I was puzzled. Lisa knew I would not like the news, so if it hadn’t been Brenda on the phone, then who could it be that Lisa knew would upset me? Were her parents calling her, telling her she could never see me again? Would we turn into a modern day, lesbian form of Romeo and Juliet? My mind struggled to think of all the bad scenarios that Lisa’s news about that call would bring.

I realized I might not know the name of the caller yet, but the end result would be that Lisa would break up with me.

Despite my fear, or maybe because of it, I asked, “Then who?” Even I could hear the tightness in my throat as I fought back the tears.

“You know Clare Cashion, don’t you?”

Clare? Clare, the girl who hated me most in the world? She was calling the girl I was so much in love with? It was even a surprise to me that Lisa knew her.

The odd thing was Mom, Danni, and I answered simultaneously. “Clare?”

“What the fuck did she want?” I added, unable to hide my anger at the girl who had blackmailed me when we were in middle school. Danni knew her because she’d been a teacher at that school.

“She said that–” Lisa stopped to take a deep breath and waved her hands in front of her eyes to help prevent herself from crying. Looking at me, she said, “Can we go somewhere to be alone?”

“Sure,” I said, and we walked to the bedroom I shared with my sisters. I could feel my family’s concern as we left.

Sitting beside me on the bed, she spoke, still obviously holding back from crying. “She said that she’d fucked… my dad.” The tears started. She did her best to control her crying and said, “She said she’s going to charge him with raping her if I don’t leave you.”

The dam burst and she was sobbing, and she had plenty of reason to. First, she had just found out her father had engaged in sex with a student at UCLA, thus cheating on her mom and endangering his job. Then she had been told that the only way to keep him out of both jail and the news was to leave me.

I pulled her close and held her, and of course I was crying by then as well.

When she was able to talk again, she said, “I don’t know what to do! I thought I’d finally found someone I could be with the rest of my life, and now… THIS!”

It was funny how her words had opposing effects on me. I was both thrilled and devastated. She did love me as much as I loved her, but there was now a major obstacle in our way.

We cried some more and then Mom was standing in the doorway.

“Are you two going to be alright?” she asked, clearly troubled by the depth of sorrow we were feeling.

Lisa was the one who looked at her and said, “No,” before burying her face in my shoulder and sobbing.

“Please tell me what’s going on,” Mom said. “We’ve had to deal with Clare before, and I don’t mind doing it again.”

I said, “I don’t know if we could do anything about this.”

“We still have the video,” Mom said.

“She told me you had something on her but that she didn’t care. She said she could chalk that up to being young and stupid, but that she also had something on you,” Lisa said, her tears drying up enough to allow conversation.

“She knows Cheryl, Jenna, and I all have sex with each other,” Mom said.

“But she doesn’t have proof of it, Mom,” I said. “She can’t prove we do!”

“That doesn’t matter, honey. Too many people would believe it because they like to think the worst of others. Just the hint of it would destroy my career, not to mention ruining your life and Jenna’s.”

“I wish she’d get run over by a bus,” I said.

“That’s no way to talk, Cheryl,” Mom said. “What’s the price this time?”

Although I could tell Lisa was a bit confused about our past with Clare, she answered my mom’s question.

“She told me I have to leave Cheryl. Never see her again except when passing each other on campus.” That sounded like the most painful part of all — seeing each other and not being able to actually be together.

“Why is she so hell-bent on making my life miserable?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” Mom said. “But she sure is trying hard to do just that.” Then she changed the subject back to dealing with this latest Clare problem. “I’ll think about this and see what can be done.”

“She told me I have to go home tonight or she’s calling the police, and I’m afraid not to do what she says,” Lisa said.

“How did she know you were here?”

“She called my house and asked for me. She talked to Rachel, who has no idea Clare’s the personification of evil.”

“Same shit, different day,” I said. Lisa looked at me, wondering what our past with Clare was. “I’ll tell you on the way to your place,” I said.

We got dressed and Mom drove us to Lisa’s, insisting I was in no shape to drive because I was so upset. I argued that I was fine, but she was right. I probably would have plowed into something if I’d driven.

On the way, I let Lisa know all about Clare and her blackmailing scheme with me and my family.

When we got to Lisa’s, I went inside with her. Mom said I could take my time, but I knew I wouldn’t be long.

When we walked in the door, we found her mom, dad, and sister watching a program on TV. Lisa stared daggers at her father and stormed into her room without a word, slamming the door.

“What is wrong?” Lisa’s mother asked, obviously stunned by what had happened.

I just shrugged my shoulders and walked back out, got into the car with Mom, and burst into tears.

I wanted to say good-bye to Lisa, but I couldn’t do it. It wasn’t that she had more or less locked herself in her room. It was that I simply didn’t want to say the words. I was being superstitious and hoping if I never said good-bye, we would always be together. That final good-bye was just too disturbing.

Instead, I cried all the way home and even wept softly until I finally drifted off to sleep, thanks to some help from an over-the-counter sleep aid Mom had in her medicine cabinet.

The last thought I remember was hoping something dreadful would happen to Clare.

Continue on to Chapter 75

So When Do We Get to the Sex?

  • Posted on February 16, 2017 at 9:12 am

By Cheryl Taggert 

Sex and sex and more sex. That’s what this site is all about, right?

Not so fast. There may be more to Juicy Secrets than just giving our readers something to help them jack or jill off. We aren’t your typical erotica website. Sure, orgasms are the goal, just as getting runners to home plate is the goal in baseball when a team is at bat, and preventing that when a team is in the field. I’m not much on sports, but I do at least know that much. But this metaphor of relating the reading of erotic fiction to reach an orgasm through a particular type of entertainment to a game in sports is more accurate than one would believe at first blush.

Again, I know very little about sports — only what I was forced to learn in school — but one thing I do know is that some teams are better at achieving those goals than others. It’s the team that is better at playing the game that usually wins. And that’s because it isn’t the goal that matters, but how the goal is achieved. In other words, it’s the way each individual player approaches the game that is most important. And the players who have the better approach to the game are the ones who are the most successful, even within the framework of a single team. That is why I was often the last or close to the last person chosen when we picked teams for softball at my school. You see, I throw like a girl, but that’s fine with me. I am a girl.

But while I throw like a girl, I write like a pro. So does Naughty Mommy. And JetBoy does as well. So do all the other writers published here. Because, you see, while the orgasm is the goal, the quality of the story is the game. And that is what’s most important to the owners of this site.

We have published quite a few stories as well as chapters of longer works here in the past twenty-one months. Over 900 stories and chapters have been posted to the site, and that doesn’t include the nearly twenty blog entries, stories, and chapters that are waiting to be posted. And there are many more to come beyond those. We have seen a tremendous increase in stories sent our way that meet our standards, and I can attest to the high bar we set for writers of our type of fiction. It takes all three of the site’s owners to agree to publish a story for that to happen. We each have veto power, so only the best gets shown to our readers.

Lately, we have tried to push the envelope a bit to bring you the best erotic fiction we can find. We have posted our first story that includes some male sexual activity beyond what would be necessary for the plot. The author requested that we keep this part in if we wished to publish it, and after reading the entire story, we all agreed. The quality of the story was just too good to pass up, especially since the final lesbian scene that is the ultimate payoff positively sizzles.

We search for good stories. We search for writers as anal about good writing as we are. But often the stories with the best writing take a while to develop enough to introduce the sex. If a reader encounters a story and cares nothing about the characters in the story, he or she will stop reading it soon. Writers of quality erotica take the time to allow us to get to know the characters before rushing them into a sex scene, or they take the time to develop a situation fully. Writers of bad erotica just want to get off and stop writing.

We are fully aware that this can be frustrating for readers at times. I vividly recall getting the next chapter of Naughty Mommy’s wonderful tale, Serendipityreading it, and finding there was very little sex in the chapter, if any at all. I found myself wanting to read about the sexual encounter I knew was on the horizon but had not been written yet. I had to wait, but in the end, her pacing of that fine story made everything better. And by the time Serendipity reached its ending, I was too involved with the characters and their situations to ever abandon reading it.

I took a big chance with my own I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star when I decided I wanted more to my saga than just one sexual encounter after another. I wanted tension. I wanted my characters to have problems. I wanted verisimilitude, which is the appearance of reality in a fictional situation. I discussed my plan with my partners through emails before starting that voyage, and they agreed with me. In Part Two of the novel, I thrust my characters into situations that involved blackmail, kidnapping, sexual slavery, and a daring escape, among others. Two characters I’d taken time to develop died. A seven-year-old girl lived without her mother until she was twelve. I was taking a big chance, but I think those who stuck with this story have enjoyed it more than if I had continued with the “sexual encounter of the week” format I had been following. Part Three has its own situations and conflicts, and more problems lurk on the horizon, despite the fact that everything seems perfect for our heroine at present. That’s how real life is.

JetBoy’s story, “Loving Lisa,” which so far has eight chapters for your reading pleasure, took quite a while getting to the sex. The opening chapter has none between the narrator and the girl she’s so attracted to. Yes, the young girl, Lisa, is seen masturbating, but that’s it. There are small scenes of sexual play between the narrator and Lisa, with each being hotter than the last, but the payoff doesn’t really come until Chapter 6. This story is an adaptation of a story by Louisa May, something JetBoy excels at, and as good as Louisa May’s writing was, I am convinced that JetBoy’s adaptation is better. Of one thing I am certain about JetBoy. I am not heterosexual, but I imagine his wife is a happy woman when it comes to sex because this man knows how to build to the payoff.

I have visited many story sites like ours, and often I am less than thrilled. If I open a story and two people are engaged in sex in the opening paragraph, I skim forward to about the halfway point to check out where the story is headed. Then 9 times out of 10, I find another story, unless I am very familiar with that author and understand why it is written the way it is. To me, the only time that would be the way to open a story is if it leads to a flashback or some other seduction, or if the story itself depends on the sexual encounter to continue. It’s as simple as that because the sex itself isn’t what really gets me going. It’s the lead up. The seduction. The situation. Is that because I’m a woman? I hope not. I like to think men enjoy quality erotica as well.

We will soon be publishing a story that just came to us that has absolutely no sex until chapter three, and that is only a brief encounter. Likewise, No One’s wonderful tale, “Remnants,” merely hints at sex until halfway through the third part of a three-part story, yet we felt honored to publish it for our readers. Why? Because it was well-written, a story that allowed us to get to know the two main characters, one of whom doesn’t show up until chapter two. When the sex finally arrived for us, it was a pay-off worth waiting for. It takes talent to do what No One and the other author I mention above have done. They understand the nuances of the game, so they play it extremely well.

And that’s the name of the game in erotica. What each of us tries to do is include enough sex to make it erotic and provide satisfaction to our readers, while including enough story, character, and conflict to keep readers coming back to find out how everything turns out. It’s called pacing. 

The title of this blog article is a question that has been asked probably countless times. We do not apologize for making you wait. The sex will come, but only after you get to know who the characters are beyond their names. I’m certain the vast majority of our readers appreciate that. Look at it this way. Ask any woman if she would prefer a partner who takes his or her time getting her to her first orgasm of their encounter, or one that dives in straight for the clit to see if he or she can beat that twenty-five second record for bringing the woman off, and see what answer you get. I doubt the answer would surprise you unless you are totally inexperienced with sex beyond masturbation. We here at Juicy Secrets are the same way as every woman on the planet. We enjoy the foreplay as much as the orgasm, if not more.

So come along for the ride. The payoff is always better when the ride is longer.

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 73

  • Posted on February 11, 2017 at 1:57 pm

Lisa’s First Sleepover, Round One

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

I called Mom to let her know I’d be having company tonight. She was fine with it, of course, especially after I told her that not only did Lisa know about our family’s sexy secret, she was looking forward to partaking of some of the fun we share. Mom trusts me to reveal our forbidden pleasures to those I know I can trust. When I was younger, that was something she was always monitoring. Now, though, she said everyone is looking forward to meeting Lisa.

We arrived at my house around eight, and we were met at the door by everyone. Literally. Mom, Aunt Emmy, Cindy, Danni, Jenna, Sonia, and Sophia were in the entry foyer, wearing smiles for Lisa.

And nothing else.

Lisa at first turned red, blushing at being met by four women, one teenager, and two prepubescent girls, all as naked as the day they were born.

“Oh. My. God!” she said, taking it all in. Her grin grew as she began to realize just how fun this night was going to be.

Me? I was about to drool. There had been a great deal of sexual tension in the air since I had arrived at Lisa’s. The cumulative effects of being bombarded with erotic information about Lisa and her sister, not to mention my own sharing of my life, which Lisa had called one long orgy, had kept my pussy fairly wet since early that afternoon. Until that moment I’d not even been able to touch myself in all that time.

I could feel my labia and clit quivering with desire, or at least that’s how it felt. All I knew was that I was likely to have a lot of orgasms that night because I might have my first one just standing there looking at my family and feeling my jeans press against my slit. Spontaneous orgasms were rare for me, but I’d been having them for several years. I was close to another one.

Mom stepped forward and hugged Lisa, saying, “Welcome to the family, Lisa. You’ve made my daughter a little crazy lately, but that’s okay.”

Everyone laughed at that.

Once the rest of my family had greeted Lisa, Sophia piped up, saying, “So get naked, you two!”

Who were we to argue?

After we each toed our shoes off, I began to lift the hem of my t-shirt, but Lisa stepped in front of me and stopped me, taking the hem and lifting it over my head.

Rather than let her undress me before I undressed her, I reached out once she had removed my top and began to unbutton her top and let it drift to the floor. Jenna picked it up and draped it over the back of a chair.

Next, we each reached around the other and unhooked our bras, pulling them off each other in perfect synchronization.

I could hear the breathing of those watching us. Other than that, the house was as silent as snowfall.

Next, we unsnapped each other’s jeans, Lisa’s plain blue ones and my black ones that had studs down the outer seam.

We let them drop in a puddle at our feet.

We then hooked our thumbs into the elastic waistbands of the other’s panties, and smiling at each other because we knew we were making my family’s pussies wetter by the second, we pushed them over our hips and butts, letting them fall to join our jeans.

Stepping carefully out of the clothing at our feet, we stood naked in front of the women and girls, who looked very eager to move things into another room to start the orgy.

So of course, that’s what we did.

Mom had made sure the carpet in our family room was thick and plush for just such an occasion as this. There were also two long, L-shaped sofas and a lounger. Plenty of space for everyone to enjoy.

As we entered the room, Mom said, “May I suggest that Cheryl just watch while the rest of us give Lisa a proper welcome?”

I was both disappointed and thrilled. My pussy was aching for someone to touch it, but I was definitely looking forward to watching my family make love to Lisa, whom I had begun to see as my life-long partner, but of course I hadn’t said anything about that to her or anyone else. I didn’t want to scare her away.

Of course, I could have given myself my first climax, but I wanted that privilege to go to the girl I love, so as I watched, I kept my hands off my pussy, choosing instead to pinch my nipples and get small tremors from that.

Mom and Emmy lay Lisa on the carpeting, so soft it was like a thin mattress, and everyone began to massage her from head to toe.

Danni, who loved feet, got the toes. She licked and sucked Lisa’s toes one at a time, driving my lover wild with the intimate contact. I would have to remember this. I wasn’t much into toe sucking, at least not on the giving end, but I could tell that Lisa was absolutely loving it.

Jenna, who had been the one to delight my pussy when my family gave me my ‘send off’ to college, had Lisa’s legs, which she was massaging and kissing, making sure to run her fingertips lightly along the backs of Lisa’s knees, where some of the body’s most tender flesh is.

Aunt Emmy was the lucky woman who got to deal with the wet pussy. She began by giving Lisa’s slit a few kisses and soft touches of her tongue. I could tell that Emmy was being careful at first to avoid my girlfriend’s clit. She was also squeezing Lisa’s butt cheeks and giving some time to teasing her rosebud.

Each twin had a breast as well as that side of her tummy and chest area, which they were massaging while licking, kissing, and softly sucking the offered tit.

Mom had Lisa’s head and face. She was giving my lover a facial, neck, and head massage while making out with her.

To say that Lisa was getting the best sex of her life would probably be totally accurate. She was squirming and twisting to the pleasures my family were giving her.

I was a little jealous, but I was mostly happy for her. The fact that for the rest of her life these people would all be eager partners in bed was another plus for sticking with me. If the rest of her life includes me, I thought.

I desperately hoped it did. I had gone from infatuation to desire to complete love in a matter of days. I surprised myself. I had never thought I would be so quick to fall in love.

“I want to lick,” I heard Lisa say. I looked at her, and she was speaking to my mom.

“Are you sure, honey? This is about your enjoyment.” Mom said.

“That’s what — ugh! — I would enjoy.”

Apparently, the others at her various erogenous zones were making Lisa feel very good. I grinned at Mom when she looked at me with raised eyebrows to ask if she meant it or something.

“Hey,” I said, “it’s what she wants.”

Shrugging and certainly not averse to allowing my girlfriend to lick her pussy, Mom straddled Lisa’s head and lowered her bare pussy to her waiting mouth.

Lisa began to suck and lick my mom’s snatch as if she were a starving baby at her mother’s tit.

“Oh, my God!” Mom said. I could see her body tremble at the contact with Lisa’s mouth. As I continued watching her, she trembled forcefully, as if Lisa had struck a raw nerve.

I was fully aware of the raw nerve Lisa hit. It was the bundle of nerves that lived in my mother’s sensitive clit.

As my lover continued to make my mom happier by the second, I looked down at the twins, who were devouring Lisa’s nipples and squeezing her boobs with expert hands. As they squeezed, the sensitive tips of Lisa’s breasts would push upward to meet the mouths that were giving this lovely young woman such pleasure.

I’d felt the girls’ mouths on my own tits countless times, and I knew Lisa was getting the best eleven-year-old lovers in the world to service her needs right then.

Wait until they lick your pussy, I thought, moving my gaze down to where Aunt Emmy was now giving my lover pleasure directed at the very center of a woman’s pleasure center, or at least it was mine.

Aunt Emmy was licking, sucking, and nibbling Lisa’s pussy with occasional forays by her tongue onto the small rosebud that was hidden from my view but was obviously being massaged by my aunt’s talented tongue about every five or six seconds as my aunt did her best to bring the girl I hoped to spend my life with to a tremendous orgasm.

My aunt had once told me that she tried to give a woman she was having sex with the best orgasm of her life up until that time.

I wasn’t sure whether the approaching climax would be Lisa’s best. Secretly, I hoped the ones I had given her would qualify for that honor. However, it was obvious that this one would be one of the top ten at any rate.

Next, I watched as Jenna massaged, licked, and nibbled on Lisa’s legs, which my mom would say later was one of her best features. (I agreed.) She tantalizingly scratched the area behind one knee while basically making out with the other. I knew from experience that Lisa was sensitive there, and Jenna’s loving caresses and such were providing my lover some exquisite pleasure.

Finally, I watched Danni making love to Lisa’s cute feet. Yeah, cute is an odd word to describe feet, but that’s how I viewed them. They seemed perfectly shaped. No bunions or corns, and Danni was having the time of her life. She was even touching herself some while attending to those gorgeous feet. At the moment I looked at what Danni was doing, she had Lisa’s big toe of her left foot in her mouth and was sucking it while occasionally sticking out her tongue to massage her there.

I wasn’t much into feet, but Danni absolutely loved doing this. She was in heaven, too, it seemed.

My own pussy was a quivering mess. I was dripping I was so wet, and my clit seemed to vibrate.

I needed someone to touch me, but I knew everyone was occupied for the moment.

I also knew that any contact would send me over the edge. In fact, I may not need contact at all. I felt I might come any second without any physical stimulation. The mental stimulation was almost certainly enough to take me there.

I took in the entire scene and realized what I could do.

Jenna was working on Lisa’s left leg. My lover’s right leg was free. I crawled over to her and wrapped myself around the free leg, pushing my pussy into her thigh just above her knee.

Humping against her smooth skin, I felt the orgasm rise in me immediately, and seconds later I was trembling and squealing out a climax that had been waiting to be released all day. Needless to say, I came as hard as I’d come in a long time.

When I moved away from Lisa, I looked at her leg where my pussy had been rubbing her. I had left quite a bit of my cream there. I knew I was wet, but that was quite a bit of my honey smeared across her lower thigh.

Jenna immediately moved to where I’d left my juices behind and began to lick them up. I couldn’t help it. I joined her and relished the taste of my own pussy.

Jenna smiled at me as best she could with her tongue out and licking Lisa’s thigh. She knew how much I loved the taste of my own pussy, almost as much as she loved her own taste, so she knew I was really enjoying this.

I was still trying to catch my breath from the orgasm I had just experienced as well. It wasn’t that I had exerted myself to come — quite the opposite — but the climax had still taken my breath.

After Jenna and I had cleaned up my little spill, I sat back and watched some more. Lisa was getting very close, but Aunt Emmy had changed her tactics with my lover. She was obviously licking Lisa’s clit until she was just about to come, when she would stop all contact.

I could see two things: It was driving Lisa crazy. And she loved it.

Finally, I leaned over to my aunt and said, “Let her come, please. I want to do more than watch or hump her leg.”

Emmy smiled at me and winked before diving in for what I knew would be the climactic moment for Lisa.

The moan that came from deep within the girl I loved was as erotic as a moan could be. It seemed to come from somewhere inside Lisa that only awoke during such moments. The twins continued making love to her boobs, and my mom still rode my lover’s tongue. Lisa’s feet and legs were also being attended to by two women I would call experts in making love to another woman.

I don’t know how long Lisa’s climax lasted, but it was long enough that I thought about some of the times I had ridden the wave of orgasms that seemed to envelope me entirely, seeming to fill me with both desire and satisfaction. At those times I could feel every inch of my body as it seemed every cell in my body celebrated with one wild party.

I was envious but not jealous in the least. I had experienced something like this the morning before my first day at UCLA when my family made love to me like this. I had considered it an honor. This made me wonder what Lisa was feeling about all this beyond the orgasm itself — or should I say orgasms. She was clearly riding a wave of peaks and valleys that was providing her body the utmost pleasure.

What I wondered was what she thought of my family and their wonderful, unique welcome to her.

I hoped she would love this it so much she would never want to leave.

When she’d finally managed to gasp out, “No more!” and was lying there on the soft carpet, soaked from sweat and passion, I lay beside her and held her, kissing her tenderly with all the love I could show. She was crying, but I knew they weren’t tears of sadness, remorse, or anything negative. Sometimes a girl just has to cry she’s so happy and satisfied. Physical pleasure will manifest itself in tears of happiness.

That’s what these were.

I looked into her eyes and my own tears began to fill my eyelids as I considered how precious love was, and how precious she was to me.

“I know I’ve said ‘I love you,’ but I hope it doesn’t scare you that I’m falling in love with you,” I said, my heart pounding in fear of what she might say.

She smiled at me. “Not at all,” she said. Holding me close in a tight hug, she repeated, “Not at all.”

As she hugged me, I said, “I’ve never felt like this with anyone before. It kinda scares me that it’s happened so fast. I always thought it would take longer to actually fall head-over-heels in love with someone.”

She pulled back and looked at me. “Yeah, I’ve never fallen in love this fast either. But I like it.”

We looked around then. Everyone had paired off after Lisa and I cuddled together after her massive orgasmic ride. I kissed Lisa, my tongue exploring the inside of her mouth and dancing with her tongue.

When we ended the kiss, Lisa looked over at the twins, who were in a daisy chain with Danni. Then she looked at me and said, “I have to admit, those are some sexy little girls. They made my boobs feel so wonderful I thought I had been elected queen or something.”

“You should taste them,” I said.

She looked at me, unsure of whether or not that would be wise.

“It’s okay. They expect it, as does everyone else here.”

We scooted over to where Danni was licking Sonia, who was licking Sophia, who was licking Danni.

“Lisa wants to try some eleven-year-old pussy,” I whispered to Danni, who grinned and leaned back to allow Lisa access to the bald mound.

“I’ve never done this before,” Lisa said.

“What about Rachel?” I asked.

“That was different. I was little too.”

“It’s no different, and believe me, nobody here is going to judge you for licking a little girl’s pussy. We’ve all done it before, not only with the twins and Jenna, but others as well.”

Lisa licked her lips, whether consciously or not I didn’t know, cut her eyes at me as she approached the hairless twat, then moved in. At first she only licked Sonia’s clit with the tip of her tongue. Then Sonia said, “Do me!” and pushed her butt out a bit to allow Lisa easier access to the wet slit and sensitive clit. “Lick it good!” the little girl said.

Lisa dove in, covering the mound with her mouth, and I saw her eyes roll back as she enjoyed my adopted little sister. I watched her licking Sonia, who was still licking Sophia. Sophia was still licking Danni, so I figured we would just expand the chain. I locked my lips onto Lisa’s delicious pussy and began licking her, while Danni scooted to where she could lick me.

We lay that way, all of us hooked mouth to cunt, and did our best to make the one we were licking come.

Sophia was the first to reach her peak. She seemed to rush into the orgasm, and her cries of satisfaction made me smile.

Next to come was Danni. I could feel her lips vibrating with her moans as she kissed and licked my clit while she came.

Then it was Sonia’s turn. I could hear the prepubescent girl rocking against Lisa’s mouth. Lisa’s moans told me she was close as she continued to lick and suck Sonia’s pussy while the little girl came.

Then I came perhaps seconds before Lisa did. I wasn’t sure of the timing since it was basically a case of the two of us coming together.

We lay back after that and smiled at each other.

“I haven’t licked a pussy that young since before Rachel grew hair,” Lisa said.

“And you loved it, didn’t you?” I asked, a mildly accusing smirk on my face.

“Okay, yeah,” she admitted. “I knew I would like it okay since she obviously wanted me to do it, but I didn’t expect to love it as much as I did. I realized how much fun Rachel and I had back then. Sonia’s pussy lips are so soft, and her juices are so fresh tasting.”

I drew back and laughed when I saw Sophia’s butt move into view as she began to settle her horny slit on Lisa’s mouth.

“Lick me, too!” she said, wiggling her bald pussy at Lisa.

“Oh my God!” Lisa said, and before she could say anything else, Sophia’s pussy was on her mouth and chin, rubbing against my lover’s face.

Lisa went right after it, and Sophia lay across her to get into a sixty-nine. In seconds the two of them were making love as if they’d been doing it for as long as I had been having sex with these sexy little girls. I could tell that Lisa was enjoying this immensely. I was glad, of course. I had always known that if my lover didn’t accept my love of children that it would put a serious damper on the relationship.

Lisa, it seemed, was a natural.

She glued her lips to Sophia’s puffy mound and licked it as if she were tasting the world’s best ice cream. Sophia was doing the same for Lisa. It took maybe a minute for Sophia to enter her climax, and immediately after she started coming, Lisa joined her. It was an amazing and erotic sight, causing my pussy to respond, but I decided to hold off until Lisa could lick me to another mind-numbing orgasm.

When we all stopped for a rest from the constant sex, Lisa lay beside me and said, “God, I’m a lesbian pedophile.”

“Don’t let it worry you. Everyone in the room is,” I said, and kissed her.

Thirty minutes later, it was time for round two.

Continue on to Chapter 74

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 72

  • Posted on February 5, 2017 at 1:52 pm

Getting to Know Each Other, Part Two

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

I went in search of Lisa and found her chatting with Rachel in the family room. When she saw me, Lisa got an odd look on her face, as if she wondered if I was okay.

“Is everything alright?” she asked.

I shrugged and said, “Yeah, I guess so. Your mom’s kinda… different.”

The sisters exchanged a glance as if they knew exactly what I meant by that, but in all honesty I wasn’t sure if even I knew.

“What did you two talk about?” Rachel asked.

“Mostly me,” I said. “Lisa, could we talk in your room?”

“Well, it’s Rachel’s room, too,” she said.

“Oh, I didn’t know you two shared a room,” I said, but at the same time it more or less sealed the deal as far as whether or not they had ever fooled around. Lisa had mentioned at the Hilton that her computer was in her bedroom, where she would watch porn and masturbate. That kind of thing usually didn’t happen without the other sister being involved if a bedroom was shared.

“Is it okay if we take possession of the room for a while? We have to talk about a few things,” I said.

Rachel grinned wickedly and said, “Talk? That’s not what I call it.”

“No, really. That’s all we’re going to do.”

“Why can’t I be invited too?” Rachel asked, but when I glanced toward Lisa, I saw she was worried about whatever it was I had to talk to her about.

“Whatever it is,” Lisa said, “Cheryl obviously wants to discuss alone.” Lisa stood up as if she were being led to the executioner.

I didn’t want her to worry, so I said, “I’m not leaving you or anything. It’s just some private stuff your mom suggested we discuss.”

She turned to me. “You mean my mom knows what it is before I do? Are you going to run everything by my mom first if you want to talk to me?”

“It’s not like that at all,” I said. “She just knows the topics, and it was her idea to discuss them now instead of later. She doesn’t have a clue what the details are. You’ll be the only one to know them.”

“She’ll share the details with me anyway,” Rachel said, still wanting to join us.

“She won’t share these,” I said, which earned me a shocked look from both of them.

When we entered the bedroom, we sat facing each other on the queen size bed. The bed was another hint that they got it on together. The idea made what I was about to tell Lisa easier to face.

Suddenly, I could feel my pussy gushing. Here I was, in Lisa’s bedroom, but forbidden to do anything about it. Not only that, but I’d gotten rather turned on during my talk with Lisa’s mom as well. She’d confessed to watching my video in order to ‘relieve’ some stress, though she’d not realized I was in it until she opened it online.

“What is it?” Lisa asked, still a little worried.

I realized I would have to relieve some stress myself before I could continue. Lisa’s mom had told me we couldn’t have sex, but she hadn’t said anything about masturbating.

“Actually, I need to use your bathroom first,” I said. “It will only take a few minutes.” I didn’t want to tell her I planned to get myself off because she’d want me to stay, and I wanted to do some healthy fantasizing instead. It was just one of those things.

I stood and made my way to the bathroom, passing Rachel on my way there. She just looked at me with some curiosity and I smiled at her.

Locking the door, I pulled my shorts and panties down to my ankles and sat while my libidinous mind went into overdrive as I began to imagine a scene that had occurred to me somewhere between the kitchen and the family room.

“Lie back, Cheryl, and remember to call me Donna,” Lisa’s mother said. Lisa and Rachel were there, too. We were all naked, and Donna looked back at her daughters. “Rachel, Lisa, you see to her tits.”

The sisters moved to my sides and leaned over to lick and suck my nipples, making love to my boobs.

Donna leaned over my bald mound and licked her lips. “Are you as delicious as Lisa says you are?” she asked me.

“I hope so,” Rachel said. “I want to be next.”

My fingers had gotten busy right away, sliding over my labia and clit, making me yearn for the orgasm I knew would be coming.

Donna stuck her tongue out and flicked it at my clit, teasing it from beneath its fleshy hood. Meanwhile, Lisa had moved to stand behind Rachel and her younger sister moaned. Lisa was fingering Rachel and leaned over to lick the sexy teenager’s sexy butthole.

In my fantasy, I could hear the sounds of Lisa’s fingers as they pleasured Rachel. I did my best to control my breathing while sitting on the toilet.

Donna leaned over farther and began to devour my pussy, licking her tongue deeply into my soft folds and bathing my clit with firm strokes.

My fingers were Donna’s tongue. I pressed into myself, stifling the moan that wanted to escape.

Donna pressed her thumb into my flooded vagina and pushed a finger into my butthole, fucking me in both.

I nearly screamed when my fingers entered my holes to provide my mind with the stimulation I was imagining in my fantasy.

“She is delicious, Rachel,” Donna said between licks.

 ”I just can’t wait,” Rachel said, and moved to join her mother. The two began to lick and suck my clit.

My fingers strummed my clit as I felt my climax rushing up on me. Nearly there… nearly there. “Uuunh!” I moaned as the orgasm took me, my head reeling with the fantasy that was still at work in my mind. I shivered and spasmed while sitting on the toilet seat, my mind a whir of sexual images as my fingers worked  their magic.

Moments later I stood, pulled my shorts and panties up, and flushed. Washing my hands, I splashed some water on my face as well, and checked my reflection to see if the signs were there that I’d just come. Well, a bit flushed, but nothing I could do about it.

I stepped out of the bathroom and walked down to Lisa’s room. Entering, I sat on the bed again.

“Okay, now,” Lisa said as I situated myself. “What is it?”

“First, you have to do something for me, okay?” I asked, getting control of my breathing after the powerful orgasm I’d just given myself in her bathroom.

“Anything.”

“You have to swear that what I’m about to say never leaves this room.”

“God, Cheryl, what’d you do? Kill someone?”

“No, but it’s almost as illegal.”

That made her take notice.

“Are you on the run from the cops?”

“No, it’s not like that. It’s just a lot of personal stuff I think you should know before we get any further into our relationship. Your mom doesn’t know the details. I doubt she could even imagine the details. She does, however, know the general topic and she said if I waited to tell you anything that you might not like that you’d be hurt more than if I told you now. She made me promise to talk now, and that’s why we’re in here.”

“Okay, but hold on first.” She leaned over and pulled something from under the bed and turned a switch on it.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“A recorder. It’s sound activated. Rachel likes to record everything that goes on in here.”

I looked at Lisa as if I thought that was the oddest thing in the world, and she just shrugged. “Hey, she likes to get off to it.”

“To what?”

“Tell you later. First, you.”

“Okay, but you gotta swear.”

“Alright, I swear.”

“What?”

“I said I swear.”

“But what are you swearing to?”

“Jeez.” She held up her right hand in mock solemnity. “I swear that what you tell me today in the bedroom I share with my sister, Rachel the perverted one, shall never leave this room. How’s that?”

“I guess it’ll have to do,” I said, smiling at her reference to Rachel as ‘the perverted one.’ It was another cute connection between them. At that moment I would have bet a million dollars they had at least been intimate in the past and were probably still sexually involved with each other.

“So, give,” she said, giving me that same palm-up, come-along gesture with her hand that she used by the big tree last night at the party when she wanted me to say what I had to say.

“You might want to get comfortable. This could take a while.”

“Shit, Cheryl. We eat in a little more than an hour. Should we tell Mom to postpone dinner?”

“No. I should be finished by then.”

Should be?”

“Don’t worry. I won’t take that long.”

“Okay. So give,” she said, settling back against a pillow she had propped against the wall. The worried look, however, remained.

“I’ve been sexual for a long time,” I began.

“Ooh, wow. I don’t know if I can handle that news.”

“Don’t be sarcastic. This is really big stuff and telling you about it is a really big deal. I’m scared to say it, but I have to.” My eyes were welling up with tears, and she realized just how serious this was.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her tone apologetic as well. “Go ahead. I won’t interrupt again unless I have a question.”

I took a deep breath and she added, “I love you,” which made me smile.

“You know my mom is in the porn business. Has been since I was a baby.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’ve known about what she does for a living since I was little, like six.”

“Wow, that’s young.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Anyway, I discovered what she did for a living when I walked in on her as she was watching a video of herself and another woman who was a friend of my mom’s.”

“Wow. She was just sitting there watching it?”

“Not exactly. She was on her bed… naked…” I raised my eyebrows to get my point across.

“Fuck! You caught her masturbating?”

“Yeah.”

“Did she freak or something?”

“Not exactly,” I said. This is where it would get difficult.

“Then what exactly?”

“Do you remember the video of me and Deanna and my mom?” I asked, seeming to change the subject.

“Of course I do. What does that have to do with anything?”

“Did you notice when I caressed my mom’s ass? And later how she caressed mine? How natural the touch seemed?”

“Yeah,” she said. Then her eyes got big.

“Holy shit! Did she molest you when you were six?”

“Well, molest isn’t the word I would use.”

“What word would you use, then?”

“She didn’t exactly molest me. To me, molest implies I wasn’t willing to do what we did. I’d say she taught me.”

“Fuck me twice and let me die! You mean the two of you… had sex… when you were six?”

“I knew I’d fall in love with a smart woman.”

She couldn’t speak for a moment, her mouth hanging slightly open. Then she found her voice again. “And you mean you still do it?”

My throat was tight with fear and longing as I managed to get out a whispered “Yes.”

“Wow.”

“Are you okay?” I asked. She was pale.

“Yeah. I’m just trying to wrap my brain around this. You and your mom, the famous Kayleigh Katz, have mother-daughter incestuous lesbian sex?”

“Yeah, I suppose you could say it that way, even if it’s redundant to say mother-daughter and incestuous. Not to mention lesbian.”

She reached out and slapped my arm — hard. “Don’t joke about this! And she’s, like, your birth mother, not your stepmother who ended up with you after your father died or something, right?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve heard of this happening, but I never thought in a million years I’d meet someone who actually did it with her mom.”

“Do you hate me?”

She looked at me as if I’d just asked her if she liked to swallow large rocks, and my heart swelled.

“No, I don’t hate you! I still love you! I just don’t know how to deal with this right now. Are you going to keep doing it with her?”

“I’m sure she’d understand if I told her I couldn’t anymore.”

“But that wouldn’t be your first choice?” she asked, seeing the obvious hope in my face that she wouldn’t ask me to do that.

“Look, it’s kind of like allowing Brenda to masturbate with other girls but not have sex with them,” I said, hoping to make a point.

“Well, no, Cheryl. I’d say it was a lot different. You’re still having sex with your mom. You know, touching each other, kissing each other.” She stopped. “Do you do… everything?”

I nodded.

“And you like it?”

“Lisa, I am a very sexual person. It’s a large part of my personality.”

“Does your friend Dana know?”

“Deanna?”

“Yeah, the one you made the movies with.”

“Yeah. She’s done it with my mom since she was little, too.”

“Oh my God! Your mom is a real pedo, isn’t she?” She didn’t sound pissed or anything, just amazed.

I shrugged. “I guess, but she’s never once hurt a child. She would never touch a child who didn’t want it.”

“And you’re fine with that? You don’t mind if someone does something sexual with a child as long as the child is okay with it?”

The look on her face and the tone of her voice was, well, different from how I had ever heard it before. It wasn’t condemning. It was… curious. But curious in a way I’d never heard from her. Then again, it wasn’t as if we’d known each other a long time or anything, either.

“Yeah. Look at me. I’m not all sick and warped and stuff. I don’t want to go out and kill people or get sick revenge on my mom. She didn’t use me. She loved me. She made sure my needs were met and taught me how sex is just the most intimate way possible for people to express their love for each other.”

I could tell my words were getting through to her.

“Have you ever touched a child like that?” she asked.

I had to tell her the truth. I felt it was an obligation to our relationship. “Only if they wanted to.”

“And you like that too? Sex with a child?” Again, more curious than anything else, but I could tell there was something else, an emotion I was missing.

“Lisa, I’m still in touch with a lot of the girls I had sex with. They are sweet, well-adjusted, loving children. And they still love me.”

“I guess this is sort of our mutual confession party, huh?”

“Yeah. Do you have something to confess?”

“Cheryl, everyone has something they could confess when it comes to sex. Everyone has secrets about that.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

She took a deep breath. “While I’ve never done anything sexual with my mom, I’m not exactly free and clear in the incest department.”

“You and Rachel?” It was more of a statement than a question.

She looked shocked that I’d figured it out. “How’d you know?”

“It’s obvious, really. First, if it’s incest, who else would it be? Your dad?”

“God, no way,” Lisa said and shuddered, “but I do have cousins, you know.”

“Actually, I didn’t. Anyway, look at some of the obvious hints that you two at least have gotten it on before. You share a bedroom and a bed. You’re a lesbian, and she’s bi. You are extremely close. You have your computer in the room you share with your sister, and you’ve already told me about watching porn and masturbating at the computer. In fact, when I found out you two shared the room, my first thought was, where was Rachel during these masturbation fests? And you told me how she ‘gets off’ listening in on what she records? And you avoided me by deflecting when I asked what she likes to listen to. Then there’s your obvious knowledge of each other’s sexual escapades.”

“Shit. I never looked at it like that.”

“I’m totally surprised your mom and dad don’t figure it out.”

Lisa looked at me funny when I said that.

“You mean they have?” I said.

“Worse.”

“Oh my God! They caught you?”

Lisa nodded. “That’s why we reacted the way we did earlier when she told you she was bi and you wanted to know if our parents knew about it.

“What was that like to get caught together?” I asked before adding, “Engaged in sister-sister incestuous lesbian sex?”

She gave me a look of mock disgust at my teasing. “Not as bad as you’d think.” She paused and looked at me. “So anything we say in here stays in here?”

“Of course.”

“It turns out my mom and her cousin Andrea did stuff together when they were young. Mom said she couldn’t very well get too pissed at us if she’d sort of done the same thing.”

“How old were the two of you when you got caught?” I asked.

“I was fourteen and Rachel was twelve.”

“Do you two still…?” I asked.

“Yeah, of course.”

“And you’re upset my mom and I still do it?”

“I’m not upset, really, just jealous, that’s all. I want you for myself.”

“Well, I’m not that possessive. I’m fine with you and Rachel doing it.”

“Would it be okay if I did it with a girl who wasn’t my sister?”

“Depends,” I said. “Am I there too?”

Lisa frowned, disappointed, I suppose, that I hadn’t reacted the way she had wanted. “No. We’re all alone.”

“And I assume she’s your age?”

“Of course.”

“Then no, you can’t.”

She frowned and asked, “Why can I do it with my sister, but not another girl? I don’t want to because I agree that would be cheating, but I’m just curious.”

“Let’s put it this way, and maybe you’ll understand. Would you ever leave me for your sister?”

“Of course not.”

“Would it be possible — not probable, now, just possible — that you could leave me for another girl that isn’t related to you, or that you didn’t at least view like a sister or aunt or something like that?”

“I never would. I love you.”

“That’s not what I asked. Could you leave me for another girl? You know, the way it happens every day in the real world?”

“Oh. I get it. You’re not jealous of Rachel because she’s not a threat to you.”

“I told you I knew I’d fall for a smart girl.”

“And by the same token, I shouldn’t have a problem with you having sex with your mom for the same reason. She could never be a threat to steal you away from me.”

“Any more than my sisters could, or my aunt, or my mom’s lover or my aunt’s.”

“Wait. What?” It was time to let the other shoe drop.

“They aren’t a threat to you either.”

“Are you saying you have sex with them, too?”

“Yes.”

“Good Lord! Has your life just been one long orgy?!”

“Seems that way sometimes. I can tell you it’s been tons of fun!”

“Aren’t your twin sisters only eleven?”

“Yeah. We’ve been doing it since they were eight. I don’t know how long they’ve been doing it with each other. They’re from Colombia. They aren’t really my sisters any more than Jenna is. We just live our lives as if we’re real sisters.”

“Well fuck me,” she said, obviously trying to digest all of this news.

“So is there anything else you feel you should tell me?” I asked.

She looked at me and got up to turn on her computer. I watched, puzzled.

She booted up and opened a website called nifty.org. She opened a page of titles. It was all about incest and sex between adult women and little girls — moms with daughters, aunts with nieces, grandmothers with daughters and granddaughters, sisters with sisters. There was another page dedicated to little girls having sex with each other.

“Why are you showing me this?” I asked.

“This is one of my favorite websites,” she said. “I wasn’t angry that you and your mom had sex with little girls. I was, well, jealous.”

“Holy fuck,” I said, feeling numb. “You’re a lesbian pedo, too!”

She shrugged and gave me a crooked, slightly embarrassed grin. “That’s me.”

“Have you ever done anything? With a little girl?”

“No. Wanted to awful bad, but never did. Well, except for Rachel. We were like ten and eight when we started messing around, or maybe nine and seven. It’s been so long ago I don’t remember exactly. Our birthdays are only eight days apart, just different by two years.”

“So, you seduced Rachel when she was seven or eight, and you’d been doing it for several years when you got caught?”

“Yep.”

“And she loves it, right?”

“Yep.”

“God, Lisa. We are so made for each other.”

I leaned over and kissed her, my hand moving to her breast.

Remembering my promise to Lisa’s mom, I leaned back from the kiss after taking a moment to enjoy it.

“Would you like to have sex with a couple of very sexy eleven-year-olds?” I asked.

“Your twin sisters?”

“Yep.”

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“Of course not. They’re only eleven, and besides they’d never try to take you from me anyway.”

“So you’re okay with us doing it with others who aren’t, like, possible rivals.”

“That about says it. And while we’re on the subject, I have girlfriends I’ve known since I was little. Deanna and I met when we were nine and have been doing stuff ever since. She’s not a threat either. If we wanted to be with each other romantically, we could be. We’re a lot like sisters. There’s also Marie, who I loved when I was in middle school. She’s still a friend, too, but again, she’s absolutely no threat to you.”

“But no doing it with a girl who could become a rival, is that right?” she asked.

“Yep. That’s how I’d like our relationship to be.”

“Okay, I guess we could give it a try.”

“So then, how about it? Would you like some time with a couple of perpetually horny, very pretty, eleven-year-old girls?”

“I’d love that,” she said. I could almost see her drooling. “Are their pussies bald?”

“Completely,” I said. “They don’t even have to shave yet.”

“Can I sleep over tonight?”

“Do you mind if my sister Jenna joins in too?”

She didn’t even pause to think about it before she smiled. “The more the merrier! As long as we NEVER do it with a girl who is a potential rival.”

“Then you won’t mind if my mom, her sister, and their lovers want to watch or even join us?”

She grinned at me. “You’re right. We’re fucking made for each other!”

“So if I have a chance — or you do — to have sex with a little girl who is totally willing, that’s okay too, right?”

“Well, I don’t know where I’d find a girl like that, but I guess so.”

“Believe me, they’re more common than you think. You just have to know how to deal with the subject with them. Once you let them know it’s okay with you and offer yourself and your expertise to make them feel good, they’re more than willing, as long as you develop some trust with them beforehand. The one rule I never break is that I never do anything with a girl she isn’t totally wanting to do, and I make sure they know that, as well as how I won’t be mad if they don’t want to do something.”

A knock on the door interrupted us. “Dinner’s almost ready,” Rachel said from the other side of the door. She sounded sad. Left out.

Lisa opened the door and dragged her inside the room, pulling her into a hot kiss right in front of me.

“Hey –!” she blurted before being cut off by Lisa’s mouth and tongue.

“It’s okay. She knows,” Lisa said after breaking the kiss. She turned to me and said something I thought I would never hear.

“Would you like to kiss my sister?”

Rachel was looking back and forth between us.

“Only if you both want me to,” I said.

Rachel looked at Lisa, as if she couldn’t believe it either.

“You can never, ever, EVER try to steal her away from me,” Lisa told Rachel.

“I won’t,” Rachel said before taking my face in her hands and kissing me, her tongue swarming the inside of my mouth. Her lips were soft, like buttery biscuits. I could tell she’d been wanting to kiss me.

As if on auto-pilot, one hand reached for her boobs and massaged them through her top. She was wearing a bra, so I dipped my hands beneath her shirt and bra to touch the soft globes of flesh. I could feel each nipple stiffen against my palm before my fingers tweaked it. Rachel moved her body against me, softly humping me as her breathing grew deeper with excitement. Her own hand sought my breasts, mimicking my movements. Breaking the kiss, we looked into each other’s eyes. I knew that if their parents weren’t there we would be naked and on their bed in less than five seconds. In spite of the orgasm I’d experienced a short time ago in their bathroom, I was as turned on as I’d ever been.

As we stood there making promises with our eyes, Lisa broke her oath about saying nothing about what I’d told her.

“She has sex with her mom and aunt and sisters.”

“Holy fuck! Really?” Rachel said, looking at me for confirmation.

What the hell! I thought. Glaring at Lisa, I said, “You said you’d never tell anyone!”

“I said it would never leave this room,” Lisa replied, grinning.

Oh, well, she had a point there, and I realized she would never have told Rachel if she even suspected Rachel might tell someone. I just shrugged, nodding in defeat. “Just never tell anyone, okay? People could go to jail.”

“Who am I to go blabbing about someone committing incest?” she said, smiling. Yes, my secrets were safe with her. “And you really have sex with all of them?”

“Sometimes at the same time,” I said, and Rachel’s jaw dropped open in amazement.

“And I get to spend the night tonight, where I get to have sex with Cheryl’s eleven-year-old twin sisters,” Lisa added.

“Rachel’s into the little ones too?” I asked.

“Definitely,” Rachel said. Then she sat down at the computer and loaded up an image of a girl who looked to be about ten kissing another girl who looked maybe eight or nine. They were naked and the older girl had her finger inside the slit of the younger one.

“My favorite picture,” Rachel said and reached down to give her pussy a squeeze through her shorts.

“Dinner!” we heard their mother call. Rachel closed down the computer and we went to eat before Lisa and I set off for a night of fun with my family.

Rachel just looked jealous, and I could tell she was hoping for an invitation to join us at my house soon.

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I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 71

  • Posted on January 30, 2017 at 2:37 pm

Getting to Know Each Other, Part One

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

I got to Lisa’s and rang the doorbell after parking at the curb. Waiting for someone to answer the door, I looked around, taking in the view from their front stoop. The big tree where I hid to listen to Brenda and Lisa was across the street in their neighbor’s yard. For the first time, I wondered what the neighbor heard and saw that night.

There was a large plate glass window to the right of Lisa’s front door as I faced the street, and I wondered what Lisa’s family heard or saw that night as well.

The door opened, and Rachel stood there, grinning at me.

“C’mon in,” she said. “Checking out the scene of the crime?”

At first I didn’t follow what she meant, but she indicated the area across the street with a nod of her head. Did she know I had been there? Who else knew? Stepping into the entryway of the house, I again wondered what Lisa and her mother had talked about in the conversation Lisa referred to on the phone earlier.

I looked at Rachel again, feigning ignorance.

“You know,” she said. “The night Lisa dumped that bitch Brenda?”

I continued to look confused, hoping my acting skills were adequate.

She gave me a crooked grin. “My sister tells me everything.”

Okay, so I couldn’t try to deny it. And her emphasis of that last word had me wondering what ‘everything’ might entail. Did she go so far as to describe our lovemaking? I was again reminded how often sisters, especially those close in age, fool around with each other growing up. Did Lisa tell her about stuff like that to turn her sister on?

“Okay, guilty as charged,” I said. Glancing farther into the home, I added, “Does everyone know?”

“Yeah, but don’t let it get your panties in a wad or anything. We know your motives were pure, and that’s what matters most.”

I was embarrassed but tried to handle the situation as best I could. “Well, yeah. I was just — remembering — you know?”

Then something else she said occurred to me. She had referred to Brenda as ‘that bitch.’ I asked, “I take it you didn’t like Brenda?”

“None of us did,” Rachel said. “Mom never trusted her, and she and Lis would argue about it.”

I glanced into the main living area of the house again, making sure nobody was coming. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“What do you know about the relationship between your sister and me?”

“You mean, do I know you’re lovers?”

I felt myself blush and nodded.

“Well, my question sort of answered yours, didn’t it?”

“I guess it did. Do your parents know too?”

Rachel got this ‘aha!’ look and asked, “Do you think my mom didn’t like Brenda because she and Lis were lovers?”

“It crossed my mind.”

Rachel laughed at that. “We don’t care that my sister is a lesbian, if that’s what you mean. It’s been an open topic since Lis was about twelve.”

I liked how Rachel called her sister by the shortened version of her name. It spoke of closeness and acceptance.

“Lisa’s known she’s a lesbian since then?”

“Well, that’s when Mom caught her with her girlfriend. They thought it was a phase for a while until my sister didn’t want to date guys once she got to high school. Then they just, you know, accepted it. We can’t help who we love.”

I smiled at her. I could tell I was going to like Rachel. She had a good head on her shoulders, as my mom would say, and she was open and easy to talk to.

I looked again into the rest of the house, and Rachel put my mind at ease. “Don’t worry. Mom’s too busy with dinner and Dad’s in his office grading papers. They won’t barge in. Mom told me to ‘entertain’ you while Lisa finished her business.”

I wondered what she meant by ‘finished her business’ until I heard a toilet flush in the bathroom just down the short hall to our right.

Rachel noticed my recognition, laughed, and said, “Yeah, the whole world knows when you take a shit here.”

I couldn’t help myself, I said, “Do you know I’m falling in love with your sister?”

Rachel grinned. “Well, I know she’s falling in love with you, which means you better be or I’m gonna have to kick your ass.”

We laughed at that and Lisa came into the room. “What’re you guys laughing at?”

“Nothing much,” I said. “I just really like your sister.” I grinned at Rachel, who grinned back at me. I could tell she liked me too. How they knew I was nothing like Brenda I couldn’t tell, but I was glad they did.

“Well, you won’t mind if I say I hope you don’t like her too much,” Lisa said, glancing back and forth between us.

I looked at her with sudden understanding. “Oh! No! Not like that!”

Rachel pretended to be insulted. “What’s wrong with me? I’m not pretty enough?”

I giggled at her antics and said, “Well, yeah, you are, but, well, you’re straight.”

Lisa and Rachel exchanged a look and burst out laughing. I realized that maybe she was a lesbian too.

“Shall we tell her?” Rachel said.

Lisa looked at me and said, “Well, you’re half right. Let’s just say if she’d been at that party last night, she would have been wearing a star and a diamond.”

I looked at Rachel, my mouth gaping. “Oh! You’re bi!”

Rachel looked at her sister and said, “Smart girl. I definitely approve.”

“Do your parents know about that too? About you being bi?” I asked Rachel.

“Weeellll… yeeaaah,” she said, cutting her eyes at Lisa. How she answered suggested that maybe their parents weren’t so thrilled about that, yet they were fine with the fact that Lisa was a lesbian. It didn’t add up.

“Long story. Maybe I’ll tell you about it sometime,” Lisa said, ending that part of the conversation.

Looking at Lisa, I decided to go for broke on our budding romance. “Rachel tells me you’re falling in love with me.”

It was Lisa’s turn to look at someone, in this case Rachel, with her mouth gaping open in surprise. “Rach, don’t you think that’s something I should tell her?”

“Sorry, but only a fool wouldn’t recognize it. The two of you are all moony-eyed around each other. I’m pretty certain she knew before I said anything.”

“Actually,” I said, “I didn’t fully know.” I looked at Lisa. “I suspected, but I didn’t know for sure.”

Rachel looked at me funny and said, “Why is it everyone in the world can tell if someone loves another person except the person being loved?”

Lisa remained silent, so I answered her. “Fear of being wrong.”

Rachel lightened the mood some by saying, “Oooo-kaaaay. I feel a group hug or something coming on, so I think I’ll see if Mom needs help in the kitchen.”

Lisa and I both laughed and looked at Rachel.

Rachel didn’t move to leave the room, and Lisa said, “Will you go? I want to be alone with Cheryl for a minute!”

Rachel walked up to me before leaving the room and hugged me. “All kidding aside, we’re glad you’re here. And I really like you, too. Besides, Lis says your pussy tastes delicious.”

When she broke the hug, Lisa was staring at her. “Okay,” Rachel said. “I’m going. I just wanted to welcome Cheryl to the family.”

When we were alone, Lisa said, “Do you have the hots for my little sister?”

I couldn’t exactly deny that I thought she was attractive, and in any other circumstances, I would definitely try to seduce her.

But my life was different now. I was falling in love for the first time in my life. The real stuff. I was shocked how quickly things had gone from attraction to love, and it made me re-think my philosophy about love at first sight. Maybe there was such a thing, and people misunderstood it as lust. I was aware that certain people had what is called chemistry for want of a better term.

Lisa and I were bathing in chemistry. Wallowing in it, in fact.

“If you’re asking me if I’m going to try to get her into bed, the answer’s no. That would hurt you, and I never want to do that again. If you want to know if I think your sister is sexy, all I can say is I can’t imagine anyone with an ounce of libido thinking otherwise.”

“She told me after we broke up that Brenda tried to get her into bed. I asked her why she never said anything, and she told me something that forced me to learn some bad things about myself. She said I wouldn’t have believed her. The worst part was she was right. I would have called her a liar. It would have possibly damaged our relationship enough to make it something different.”

“I would never do that,” I said. I never meant anything more in my life. “I love your relationship with her. The way you guys shorten your names to Lis and Rach. It shows how close you two are. I’d rather die than destroy or even damage that.”

Lisa smiled at me and stepped up in front of me. We kissed. It wasn’t a horny kiss, it was a lover’s kiss. One that said I love you more than it said I want you.

We were still kissing when we heard Lisa’s mom clear her throat.

Startled, we broke the kiss and looked at her.

Lisa’s mother is a lovely woman. She was anywhere from her late thirties to very early forties, but she looked younger, maybe thirty-five at most. She kept herself in good shape, and I couldn’t help but think how lucky Lisa’s dad was to have someone that sexy at her age. I knew of a lot of women who just gave up once they reached their mid-thirties, especially if they were married or in a committed relationship. Donna looked as if she were still searching for the person to spend her life with and wanted to make sure he didn’t get turned off by so much as an ounce of fat. I later found out she played tennis nearly every day and would swim laps in the Olympic size pool at the university. She worked for UCLA as an athletic trainer for the swim and lacrosse teams.

In other words she was gorgeous, like her two daughters.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I was wondering if Cheryl would like to come join me for a glass of wine.”

Lisa looked at her mom. “Just Cheryl?”

“For now,” her mom said.

Obviously, she wanted some time alone with me. That could only mean one thing. She wanted to get to know me without any interference from Lisa. Or from Rachel for that matter since she shooed her younger daughter out of the kitchen when we came in to sit at the small breakfast table there. Lisa’s mom and I were now alone.

“Do you like red or white?” she asked.

“White,” I said.

“Is chardonnay okay with you?”

“That’s fine,” I said, and waited for the interrogation, grateful that I would at least have some alcohol to help make me less nervous. It wasn’t until later that I found out this was her intention for bringing out the wine in the first place, to help put me at ease. I also discovered later that she usually did not allow any alcohol to be consumed at her house until six o’clock in the evening, unless there was some kind of early party going on.

When she’d poured the glasses, she sat back and said, “Well, I figured dinner’s in the oven, so it would be a good time for the two of us to have a chat.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, taking a large gulp of my wine and struggling not to choke on it as too large of a swallow burned its way down to my twisting stomach. I would say it was good wine, but other than the burning, I couldn’t taste it at all. My taste buds seemed dead.

“I can see you are extremely fond of Lisa,” she said.

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, feeling stupid that I could think of nothing else to answer her.

“And you’ve obviously been raised to be polite and respectful with adults. So few people your age use ma’am and sir.”

“Thank you. My mom insists on it. If she found out I ever answered an adult with ‘yeah,’ she’d be very upset.”

I picked up that Ms. Brown was searching for a way to broach an uncomfortable subject.

“Ms. Brown?” I said.

“Yes?”

“I can tell you have something to either ask or say that is difficult to bring up. I’ve been asked many weird questions, and I’ve been told a lot of odd things by a lot of people. So whatever it is, why don’t you just say it?”

My heart was pounding in my chest, and I recalled the strange images I had of Lisa and her mom talking, and her mom bringing up how to break up with me. I was scared to death she would tell me I should not see her daughter again. I suddenly pictured that she and her husband weren’t nearly so accepting of Lisa’s lesbianism as they appeared to be. That in private they hated it, and I was just perpetuating their daughter’s journey through what they saw as a wicked, evil lifestyle that they thought was pure choice instead of hardwired in the brain.

“You’re very mature for your age. I like that,” she began.

Oh, pleasepleasePLEASE like more than that, I thought to myself, but said, “Thank you.”

“Well,” she said, taking a deep breath while I did the same to steel myself for the bad news. “It’s about… umm… your film career.”

Oh, fuck fuck fuck! How did she know? Had someone told her about it? Brenda, maybe? I could feel myself turning sixteen shades of red.

“Did someone… tell you… I was in a… movie?”

“Mmmm… not exactly,” she said.

Oh, God. She hadn’t heard about it. She’d seen it. My mother’s warning, once considered silly, slammed me with all its meaning. She’d said I would regret having people see me in a movie like that, but I hadn’t believed her. Now, I understood what she meant.

“How… uh…” I cleared my throat. “How did you know to look for me online, though?”

“This is the embarrassing part, for me and my husband anyway. We are… well… we are fans of your mom. Have been for years.”

“Oh?” I couldn’t think of anything else to say, which was worse than just saying yes ma’am to everything she said.

“We’d heard she was in a short scene with her own daughter, and this afternoon, I checked it out, not even realizing you were her daughter. Greg gets so busy with classes this time of year, I can find myself, uh, alone and needing, well, some relief.” Now she was blushing as she stammered through her confession of masturbating to my mom’s movies.

“Anyway, I can’t tell you how shocked I was to see your face on that video. Dear, you’re eighteen and can make these decisions for yourself, but I just want to make sure Lisa doesn’t get another broken heart when she finds out your naked body is out there for the world to see, not to mention having sex with another girl.”

Relief like I’d not known since my mother got home safely from rescuing Cindy flooded over me. She was worried about Lisa being hurt when she found out. Of course, what she didn’t know was that the movie was a big catalyst for our first interaction at registration day. Lisa was fully aware of the movies I’d made. Had enjoyed them numerous times, in fact.

“Is that what’s bothering you? That Lisa might find out about what I’d done and be hurt?”

“Well, that, and a desire to know if you plan on continuing your career as a porn actress.”

I didn’t want to tell on Lisa and her internet habits, but I also needed to put Ms. Brown’s mind at ease. I finished my wine in one swallow and looked at the mother of the girl I adored.

“Ms. Brown, if I tell you something, do you promise not to get upset?”

“Well, I can promise not to fly off the handle, but being upset is really not under a person’s control.”

“Okay. Just don’t fly off the handle.”

“I promise.”

“Lisa’s already seen my movies online. She’d seen them before we ever laid eyes on each other.”

Her back straightened up just slightly as a sudden understanding dawned on her. Her eyebrows arched just a bit and she said, “Oh.”

I wondered if she felt as stupid as I’d felt a moment ago when I could think of nothing better than that to say.

“I never even considered that she watched porn on the computer,” she said. “How silly of me. We didn’t have computer porn when I was her age, but we had other things. Things I was always dying to get my hands on. I guess I should have known. She’s not exactly inexperienced, sexually. I feel stupid for not realizing it before.”

“Don’t feel stupid. You just never put two and two together before. Obviously, you had to know your daughters masturbate regularly.”

“How did you know Rachel does?” she asked, looking at me with a slight bit of concern.

“Oh, I’ve never, like, seen her do it or anything,” I said. “I just, well, I remember sixteen.”

“Yes,” she agreed. “I could have avoided this entire thing if I’d stopped to remember sixteen and added the availability of porn online to the equation.”

She thought for a moment. “Do you think Rachel looks at internet porn?”

“I don’t know one way or the other for sure, but if I were to bet on it, I’d say easy money was on ‘yes’ on that question.”

Ms. Brown smiled at me and shook her head. “I believe you’re probably right. Do you think I should do anything about it? She’s underage, after all.”

“About the only thing you could do is remove all the computers from the house and hire someone to watch her 24/7 to make sure she never gets on another computer with internet.”

She laughed again. “I guess you’re right.” Then she paused again for thought and said, “You’re familiar with that industry. Do you think it’s bad for girls Rachel’s age to be exposed to that? Does it raise false expectations regarding sex?”

“As long as the person watching knows it’s just a movie and not depicting anything closely resembling what is real, there are no serious effects,” I said. “I’m proof of that. My mom, who should know, tells me I have the healthiest attitudes about sex she’s ever seen.”

“So you were watching porn when you were sixteen?” she asked.

I held out my hand and pointed down.

“Younger?”

I nodded.

“How young?”

“I’d really rather not say. You’d think I was a freak or something. I’ll just say with my mom in the business, I was exposed to the industry and the sex at a young age.”

“Oh, my God,” Ms. Brown said. “Before puberty?”

“I’d rather not say,” I replied, but I could tell she had her answer to the question nonetheless.

“Does Lisa know about this part of your life?”

“I don’t think so. I can’t imagine that she does.”

“Well, honey,” she said, looking down at her empty wineglass and barely nodding her head. She looked up into my eyes. “You probably should tell her before this relationship gets another day older.”

“Well, I was going to tell her everything about me that involved that kind of thing. I just hadn’t planned on telling her today.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m scared to. What if it hurts her? What if it hurts her to the point she leaves me the way she left Brenda?”

“Do you think waiting will make it hurt less?”

Damn it! She had a point. “No.”

“Don’t you think if you wait and she falls more deeply in love with you that it would hurt more?”

That was true, of course. The longer I put this off, the more difficult it would be for both Lisa and me. But then, Ms. Brown still didn’t know everything that I intended to tell Lisa, and never would. She was not aware at all that I would also be telling her I have sex with my mom, my aunt, my adopted sisters — ages eleven to fifteen — and all the other females in my home. She did not know that I’d managed to have some great sex with girls as young as six before and that I planned to tell Lisa about that as well. Yes, I wanted my lover to know everything about me when it came to sex so she would be aware of the full extent of my experiences and the raging libido that could control my life.

I just didn’t want to do that right now.

Of course, I could have just told her some of it, but like Lisa’s mom, I knew that if I left anything out and told her later, she would be hurt I hadn’t told her in the original talk.

“Tell me something else,” Ms. Brown said. I looked at her expectantly. “What do you feel the biggest effect on your life of being exposed to things like that has been?”

“You mean, how has it affected me the most?”

“Yes.”

“Besides being very open and accepting of people’s sexual lives, it has given me a very strong libido.”

Her eyebrow twitched at that. “You mean you get horny a lot?”

I blushed. “Yeah.”

“I’m not sure Lisa can keep up.”

My blush deepened. “Oh, yes,” I said, smiling. “She can.”

“Okay. I’ll take your word for it,” she said, blushing deeply herself. “But I insist you take her to her room and tell her everything about your past, at least as it regards sex or anything else that may be a problem if she found out later. She deserves to know.”

Taking a deep breath, I stood up. As I left the room, Ms. Brown stopped me. “Oh, Cheryl.” I turned to face her. “No sex. If your videos are any indication, you would get way too loud.”

I laughed at that and nodded. “Thanks, Ms. Brown.”

“No, please. Call me Donna.”

“Okay,” I said. “Thanks, Donna.”

I left her sitting there and went to talk to the woman I loved about serious matters.

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