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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.

Chapter 75 is coming soon!

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.

Continue on to Chapter 73

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.

Continue on to Chapter 72

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 70

  • Posted on January 24, 2017 at 10:36 am

Genie in a Bottle

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

That afternoon when Jenna got home from soccer practice, she came into the bedroom and roused me from my nap. I turned over and grinned at her. She picked up that I was easily in the best mood I’d been in for a long time, at least since my first day of classes at UCLA, which hadn’t gone well.

She was peeling off her practice jersey when she stopped and said, “Holy fuck! You’re happy!” She said it as if it were a miracle, which maybe it seemed to be to her. She’d slept with me every night, and she more than anyone else knew how miserable I’d been for weeks.

“Yep,” I said. “As a clam in mud.”

She finished getting undressed and joined me on the bed. “So give. What happened to cause you to be so happy?”

I smiled at her. “I think I’m in love. Or at least falling in love.”

Her jaw dropped. “With who?”

“Lisa,” I said.

Her eyes opened wide, joining her dropped jaw in amazement. “You mean that Lisa?”

“Yes, that Lisa.”

“Holy shit! You two got together last night?” Jenna was still in shock it seemed. She just sat there staring numbly.

“In a major way,” I said. “I just hope she feels the same.”

“What did you two do? Where did you go? It certainly wasn’t here.”

“Well, first we went to the ladies’ bathroom,” I said with a mischievous smile.

“Oh my God!” Jenna said, inadvertently sounding like the girl who walked into the bathroom last night and said the same thing. “You mean you two did it in the bathroom?”

“Yeah. We even had an audience of sorts.”

Her brow furrowed. “An audience? In the bathroom? How big was it?”

“It was like a public bathroom, only it was for the girls in the sorority where the party was held. There were five stalls, and, well, Lisa and I shared one. The door was closed, but everyone could hear us. When we finished, we walked out into the bathroom naked to cheers and leers from the girls in there.”

“How many were there?” Jenna was nearly drooling.

“At least a dozen by the time we finished.”

“And they were all horny from listening to you guys?”

“Oh yeah. I saw one girl in the back touching herself through her thin cotton costume when we came out.”

“What kind of costume was she wearing?”

“Some kind of Indian squaw thing. A short skirt and a decorated leather bandanna. She was cute.”

“And horny,” Jenna added.

“And horny,” I verified.

“I wish I could have been there,” Jenna said, a faraway look in her eyes. I figured she was imagining the girl who was rubbing herself through her costume and imagining helping her out.

“I wish you could have been, too. But you’re still just fifteen, and you have to be eighteen to get into those parties.”

Cindy stuck her head in the bedroom and said to Jenna, “You’re not in the shower yet? Get a move on, girl!” Then she looked at me and said, “Hey, Cheryl. Did you have fun last night?”

Jenna answered for me. “Boy did she ever. She was just telling me about doing it in the bathroom with a girl she’s wanted to get with for a while now,” she said, picking up her dirty practice uniform to put in the hamper.

“In the bathroom?” Cindy asked, her eyebrows arched sharply.

“Well, that’s where it all started, but we ended up in much more luxurious surroundings. I took her to the Beverly Hills Hilton after that. It was magnificent,” I said, remembering our time together there. “We ordered breakfast through room service.”

“What did you have?” Jenna asked.

“Shower!” Cindy said to Jenna, who reluctantly left the room

“Don’t say anything about last night!” Jenna said. “Not until I get back.”

I smiled at my adopted sister. She was horny, yes, but she was also so happy for me. It showed in her face. It even showed in her posture.

Jenna now gone, Cindy, her mother, turned to me and continued the conversation where it had left off. “So, what did you have for breakfast?”

“Besides the most delicious pussy in California?” I said, grinning.

“Well, that’s too subjective,” Cindy said, chuckling.

“We had eggs Benedict, bacon, wheat toast, a fruit compote, and coffee.”

“Sounds delicious,” Cindy said.

I smiled at her. “Not as delicious as Lisa’s pussy.”

“So when do we get to meet the famous Lisa?”

At that moment, my mom entered the room.

“Lisa?” she asked. “Is that the same Lisa you were so upset about a few weeks ago?”

“One and the same,” I said, smiling.

“That must be who called for you about an hour ago,” Mom said.

“I had a call?! From Lisa?! Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“Calm down, Cheryl,” Mom said. “She asked if you were here and I said yes but you were sleeping. She chuckled but didn’t explain why she found that amusing. I asked her if I could take a message, and she said no, that she’d call back later.”

“How much later?” I asked, already impatient to talk to her. I wanted to make sure she enjoyed herself last night as much as I did. I knew I was falling for her and feared she might not feel the same way.

“Relax,” Mom said. “Don’t have a cow. She said she’ll call back. Why didn’t you give her your cell number?”

“I did,” I said, scrambling for my phone to see if I’d missed any calls. I had. From Lisa about an hour ago. I’d also given her my home land line number, so she had tried it after trying to get ahold of me on my cell. I realized after checking my phone that I had silenced it when we got to the hotel and had forgotten to turn the ringer back up. I wanted to kick myself.

“Did she try to call you first?” Cindy asked.

“Yeah.” I said, turning my phone back up. I sat there and thought for a moment, aware my mom and Cindy were watching me. My brow was furrowed in serious concentration.

I looked at them. “Do you think I should call her? Or would that be too forward or seem desperate?”

“First, I’d suggest you stop acting like a thirteen-year-old,” Mom said. “If you’re falling in love here, I doubt she will want to fall in love with the thirteen-year-old version of you.”

I grinned. “Is it that obvious?”

“Obvious?” Cindy said. “You might as well wear an entire billboard proclaiming your love. It’s kind of sickening, to be honest.”

“What’s sickening?” Jenna asked, entering the bedroom naked after her quick shower.

“Funny,” I said. “I thought you’d take longer than that in the shower after our talk.”

“Hey, you got me close, so it was easy. Two minutes and I was shivering like a naked Eskimo, just not from the cold,” she said. “Now, what’s sickening?”

“Your sister’s return to puberty,” Mom said. “She’s acting like a young girl in love.”

“She is a young girl in love,” Jenna said, trying to defend me.

“She’s acting a lot younger than she is,” Mom offered, “like twelve.”

“A minute ago it was thirteen,” I protested.

“I’m still trying to nail it down,” Mom said, smiling. Underneath, she was happy for me.

I was still trying to figure out if I should call her back when my phone rang, the tune of Christina Aguilera’s “Genie in a Bottle” filling the room. How appropriate, I thought, thinking of the lyrics. “You gotta rub me the right way.” Boy, had she!

I pressed the button to answer my phone, and said hello while waving everyone out of the room. “Hang on a sec,” I said to Lisa. Jenna looked at me with her hands stretched out as if to say, ‘Hey, look at me! I just got out of the shower.’

I nodded at her, but stared down Cindy and Mom until they left the room. I didn’t need them there making me feel self-conscious about whether I was acting my age. I pressed a finger to my lips to let Jenna know to be totally quiet and said to Lisa, “Hey! How you feelin’?”

“Fine,” she said. “I called earlier but you didn’t pick up, so I called your house in case your phone was dead.”

“Yeah, my mom told me. My phone was still silenced from last night.”

There was a brief pause before she said, “Sounds like something I would do.”

“So what’s shakin’?” I asked, trying my best to be nonchalant and not overly eager… like a thirteen-year-old.

“Not much. What’s shakin’ with you?”

“I just woke up a little while ago. My sister barged in and woke me.” Jenna stared at me, the obvious ‘what the fuck?!’ in her expression. I just shook my head for her to ignore it. “But I needed to get up anyway,” I said.

“Yeah. I hate it when I take a nap and can’t get to sleep that night.”

“Yeah,” I agreed.

Then silence.

I nearly panicked. We barely knew each other and already we were running out of things to say. Not a good sign.

“Um,” she began, then stopped.

“Um, what?” I asked, praying she wouldn’t answer, ‘um, I’ve been thinking and last night was a lot of fun, but….’

“Well, I was talking to my mom and she asked if you wanted to come over for dinner this evening.”

“Dinner?” I asked, not knowing what to say. Mostly I was wondering what she and her mom talked about regarding us.

“Yeah,” she said. “It’s this meal some people eat around six or seven in the evening. I’m sure you’ve heard of it.” I could hear the grin in her voice.

“Very funny,” I said. “I know what dinner is.” She laughed at my response to her joke. “Hang on and let me make sure my mom doesn’t have plans.”

I needed a moment to collect my thoughts. I was so curious what she’d said to her mom about me. Had she talked about falling in love? Had she told her about how I had spied on her and Brenda when they broke up? What if she’d said she had enjoyed the evening but needed to find the right way to let me down easy? I pictured her mom saying, ‘I know just the thing. We can invite her over for dinner and you can break up with her across the street in the usual spot.’

All this ran through my mind as I went in search of Mom.

“Mom, Lisa invited me to her house for dinner. Is that okay?”

“Sure. Will you be home tonight?”

I was stumped. I really didn’t know. Did they allow sleepovers like this? It was one thing if we were still thirteen, but we were young women, and they knew we were in a relationship. Would they want to have the two of us bouncing off the walls in Lisa’s bedroom, groaning out our orgasms? My family would be fine with that, but we were rather unique. Hell, they would suggest an orgy in the game room. But I knew not all families were like that, not even most of them, sad to say.

From the lost look on my face, Mom realized she wasn’t going to get an answer. “Just let me know your plans, okay? I’m fine either way.”

I’d left my phone on the bed, so I went back to the room I shared with my adopted sisters to let Lisa know I could be there. I wouldn’t say anything about any plans for later. I figured I could see what developed.

I picked up my phone and said, “Lisa?”

“Uh-huh?” The smile was still in her voice.

“My mom says there’s nothing planned. What time you want me there?”

“What time do I want you here? How about an hour ago?” she said. She had no idea how much that thrilled me to hear her say that.

“I could have asked that differently,” I said, a little smirk curling my lip slightly at the corners. “What if I’d said ‘what time do you want me’ and left it at that?”

She giggled. “Same answer,” she said. I could almost feel her blushing over the phone.

I sat there, waiting for her answer to my real question. She was apparently waiting for me to say something.

“Uh, Lisa?”

“Yeah?”

“You still haven’t answered my question.”

“Oh,” she paused. “Which one?” Then she burst out laughing.

I grinned, falling in love just a little bit more with her.

“What time should I arrive for that meal some people eat in the early evening?”

“Oh! Sorry!” she said, still laughing. “Um, you can come over any time. We can sit around and watch a movie or something.”

“Or something?” I asked, suggestion in my tone.

“Well, not that something. My family is liberal, but not that liberal.”

“So they’re not as liberal as mine,” I said.

“What?!” she said. “Your mom would be okay with us….” She didn’t finish the sentence, knowing I already knew the rest of it.

“You did say you saw my movies, right?”

“Oh, my God! That’s right. Of course she’d be okay with it. That is so cool, Cheryl!”

“Maybe I’ll fill you in on just how cool it is one day,” I said before we hung up after saying our good-byes.

I looked over at Jenna right before we hung up. She was staring at me with eyes as big as golf balls and shaking her head in disbelief that I’d hinted at my home life so early in our relationship. The truth was, I wanted a less expensive place than the Beverly Hills Hilton to take Lisa when we wanted to make love. I figured the sooner I felt her out on that topic, and the one about my family’s sex life that went along with it, the better it would be for all of us. She already knew my mom and I had made a porn movie together, a movie in which we both caressed each other’s butt in a very sexual way. How far was it, exactly, from that to ‘my mom and I are lovers’?

And what about sisters? Lisa and Rachel were only two years apart. Most of the girls I knew who were that close in age to a sister had at least fooled around some. It was interesting how many freely admitted to doing stuff together when they were young. Had Lisa and Rachel? If so, how far did it go? How old had they been? And was there something still going on between them? I wouldn’t be surprised if there was, and I’d be even less surprised if the two of them had fooled around with each other at some point, probably in their early teens.

I was certain Lisa was aware of sisters who had fooled around and may still do so. Jenna was only three years younger than I was. Would it really surprise Lisa to learn we had fooled around? How shocked would she be to find out we still did it? Lisa was certainly no prude. In fact she was one of the most sexually liberated girls I knew. After all, how many girls would walk naked out of a bathroom stall into a crowded bathroom right after having very loud sex with another girl, who was equally naked? The answer is not many, which is why it was so daring.

I got up and got dressed. Jenna went out to watch some TV. The twins had been at a friend’s down the street, and they came in just before I left for Lisa’s. Jenna filled them in on my love life. Sonia and Sophia were happy for me, wishing me luck as I walked out the door to drive over and visit Lisa and her family.

The visit turned out to be quite revealing for both Lisa and me.

Continue on to Chapter 71

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 69

  • Posted on January 18, 2017 at 3:16 pm

The Halloween Party

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

I felt better the next day if for no other reason than I slept. What I’d overheard the night before was the first thing I thought about. Well, overheard may be inaccurate. I eavesdropped, but I’m glad I did. At least now I knew that Lisa didn’t blame me, or if she did, she certainly didn’t tell Brenda that.

Hannah had avoided me since telling me about Brenda having a girlfriend, but today she sat with me again.

“I have something to tell you,” she started, apparently not able to wait another second to give me the bad news about Brenda and Lisa breaking up over my apparent irresistible seduction of Hannah’s roommate, Brenda. You know, the seduction where you say things like ‘come here’ and ‘kiss me’ and the girl is so enthralled she forgets about her girlfriend and does everything you say and loses her own ability to control her choices. Yeah, that seduction.

I started to tell Hannah not to bother, that I already knew, but then she’d want to know how I knew, and that wasn’t something I wanted to tell her. She’d just blab it to Brenda, who would make sure Lisa found out, which would make me look like some crazy stalker. I preferred to keep that episode as private as possible. Other than my family, and really maybe only Jenna, nobody knew I was eavesdropping on them last night except for Deanna, who was the only person I didn’t live with other than Marie that I knew I could tell anything to and she’d take it to her grave.

So I pretended to be interested in the news Hannah brought.

“Brenda broke up with Lisa last night,” she said, all drama.

Huh? I almost corrected her, saying Lisa did the leaving, but I realized that this was what Brenda had said to her. Hannah was spreading a lie without even knowing it was one.

As hard as it was, I had to pretend I knew nothing, despite having been there to witness the entire breakup.

“Really?” I said, feigning interest while feeling sick to my stomach. Sick to think about Lisa and how she must be hurting today. Sick to think about Brenda and how she felt she needed to spread a lie to make herself look like the dumper instead of the dumped. Sick to think how Hannah, this usually nice person, couldn’t wait to spread the bad news. It all made me wonder about people and their motives for the things they do.

It made me think about a song I’d heard by Simon and Garfunkel once where one line went “I’d rather be a hammer than a nail.” Hannah and Brenda were like that. They were being hammers. Lisa, despite being the real hammer, was being drawn as a nail. It made me sad, which made me sick.

I sat there and listened to Hannah, or at least heard the words she said, all the while wanting to run from the room and cry. The story Hannah told made Lisa look like an idiot. After the class, I considered dropping this class to try to get away from Hannah. She was good in bed, but for me the fun ended there as far as she was concerned, and I wasn’t desperate for sex with her or anyone else enough to compromise my compass, as my mom always said.

When I was about ten, my mom told me, “No matter what, never compromise your compass.” Of course I didn’t know what she meant, so she explained it. “Your moral compass. If you do something anyway when you know that doing it is wrong, you’re compromising your moral compass. You’ll never be happy if you do that because a part of you will always feel ashamed that you are what you are because of what you did.”

A lot of people see my mom and think she’s just some bimbo who isn’t smart enough to earn her living without having sex with people, but they are wrong. They want to be the hammers, but my mom already is one and won’t be the nail for anyone. She is the wisest person I know.

So at that moment I knew that Hannah and I would still chat before the class started and maybe after it, but I would never have sex with her again. She was a good person overall, but she was also mean-spirited at times, taking delight in others’ problems because they weren’t her problems. She’s shallow.

When she finished her story that had about 10% truth and 90% lie, I said, “That seems odd to me that Brenda is the one who broke up with Lisa. After all, Brenda is the one that slept with another girl.”

I had never told Hannah that I knew of Lisa and had wanted to get to know her better. Still, I was trying to make Hannah at least question — in her mind if not openly — the veracity of Brenda’s story.

“I always find that the one who got dumped is the most likely one to start telling the world about how he or she dumped the other person,” I said. “Usually, the person who did the dumping doesn’t want to talk about it because it’s such a painful thing, even if you are the one ending the relationship. Maybe even especially when you’re the one ending it.”

Hannah leaned back and looked at me as if I’d just grown another nose. “Are you saying Brenda’s lying about this?” There wasn’t animosity in her voice, just disbelief.

“I don’t know Brenda very well, but I’m just saying what I’ve found to be true in most cases. I’ve broken up with people before, and it’s painful. It’s usually the person I broke up with who feels a need to tell the world about it, making it out that she’s strong and capable of handling her life. It’s just natural.”

“Well, you’re wrong this time. Brenda wouldn’t lie to me.”

“How long have you two known each other?” I asked.

“Since January when we first became roomies.” She said it as if it were ten years.

I almost laughed in her face. It was only September. They hadn’t even known each other for a year and she was claiming that this barely-more-than-an-acquaintance would never lie to her.

“Well, I’m not calling Brenda a liar,” (yes I am) ”but I just know I’d question it if I were you.”

At that moment the professor entered the room and began class, meaning Hannah couldn’t say anything else to my comment. By the end of class, she was being nonchalant, asking me about a paper that was due and how I was doing with it. I gave her polite answers, but it was obvious we weren’t on the same wavelength anymore.

After that day, Hannah moved to another area of the room. I was thankful.

********

Several weeks went by. It was getting to be late October, and a lot of the campus fraternity and sorority houses were hosting Halloween parties. These were usually just excuses to get drunk and hook up with someone, but I found myself accepting an invitation from someone I’d gotten to know in my English class anyway. She knows that I’m a lesbian. She’s straight herself, but she said there would be single girls on the prowl for other single girls at the party.

“A lot of girls know about your film career, so you’ll have no problem hooking up,” she said.

I agreed and accepted her invitation. I thought I had gotten over my infatuation with Lisa, and I felt it was time to meet some new girls.

I dressed in a 1920′s style flapper costume my mom got from the production company’s wardrobe department and left for the sorority house, anxious to see if I could hook up with someone who was more than just attractive physically.

I was starting to realize I was beginning to search for a life partner rather than just sex. Hannah was proof of what became of looking for casual sex all the time. I was starting to want more than that.

When I arrived, the party was in full swing. There was a check-in table to make sure everyone who showed up was invited. Because it was well-known that people might be wanting to hook up with someone, we were asked as we entered, “Taken, single and uninterested, or looking to hook up?”

I said, “I’m looking to hook up.”

I was about to add that I wasn’t just interested in casual sex, but the girl said, “With a guy, a girl, both, or either?”

I was wondering why I was being asked such personal questions, when the girl at the table explained. “You see, we’re okay with whatever floats your boat here. If you’re interested in hooking up with a girl, we give you a yellow diamond to wear on your top. If you’re looking for a guy, you get a green star. Either or both, and you get to wear both of them.”

“Oh,” I said, slightly taken aback that the party was so blatantly just an orgy in disguise. It was odd for me to be the one surprised if you think about it.

I got my yellow diamond and the girl, who was wearing both, pinned it on me, her look telling me she wouldn’t mind getting together while the back of her hand made the most of the opportunity to make contact with my boob. She was pretty, but I wasn’t interested in meeting someone who was only interested in one-night stands.

I began to circulate and check out who was wearing what shape. There were plenty of girls who had at least a yellow diamond on, but most of them also had the green star.

There was a guy wearing a yellow diamond, meaning he was straight, who had put together a costume that made him look like a dildo. The other guys there were joking with him, calling him a dildo and saying things like, ‘yeah, that Jeff is such a fucking dildo.’ It was all in fun and I laughed along with everyone else, including Jeff, whose costume would have earned a ‘best costume’ award if they were giving them out.

I’d had several wine coolers, the homemade variety with white wine and 7-Up, and I was feeling pretty good, even though no girls had come on to me yet, at least none that interested me, and I hadn’t gotten all that interested in meeting any of the girls I saw there who were wearing only a yellow diamond. The ‘yellow diamond only’ girls were fairly rare because most of the females had on either both shapes or the green stars.

I was about to leave, figuring that the girls who would be interested in me were only interested in a night in bed with me and a friendly, “See you around” afterwards. I was saying good-bye to the girl who had invited me. By now she was wearing just her bra and panties, with the green star pinned to her panties.

I turned to leave, and that’s when my heart stopped.

Standing across the room was Lisa, wearing the striped suit of a prisoner and a yellow star.

She was still cute.

She was still beautiful.

And she still intrigued me more than any girl I’d ever met.

All of the ‘I’m over that infatuation’ turned to dust, just as down deep I knew it would if I ever saw her again.

She was talking to a guy, even though she was clearly wearing only a yellow star. She was laughing, which I came to know later was her natural state — not the sobbing mess I’d last seen.

She turned toward the room and started to take a drink of her wine cooler.

And froze.

She saw me.

I clearly was staring at her.

And now she was staring at me, her glass still poised in mid-air, as if she were playing a childish game of statues.

We slowly moved toward each other as if we had powerful magnets in our navels that drew us together.

I couldn’t believe it. She was standing closer to me than she had ever been before. Inches away. I could have easily leaned over and kissed her, she was that close. Of course, the thought of doing that never entered my mind. Okay, I’m lying.

The first thing she said was, “I never blamed you.”

Apparently, she either figured I knew that the Brenda I had casually coaxed into bed was her girlfriend and they’d broken up over the incident, or she had been told I knew. In any case, I had no doubt regarding what she was talking about, and she was fully aware of that fact.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, tears filling my eyes, whether from sadness or the shock of seeing her there, I didn’t know. Probably both.

She reached out and took my hand. Her hand felt like the touch of heaven.

“Let’s go outside where we can talk,” she said, and I found myself being pulled along behind her. Very willingly pulled, I might add.

When we got outside, we found a tree and sat at its base, leaning against the wide trunk. We didn’t get up again for over an hour, and only then because we both had to pee.

She began the conversation we had needed to have for weeks now by repeating her first comment to me, “I never blamed you.”

“I know,” I said.

She looked at me, puzzled. “How did you know? Brenda’s spreading a lot of lies.”

“I know they’re lies,” I said, knowing I was about to confess to eavesdropping on their conversation.

“Um, how do you know that?”

I looked at her, scared of her reaction but knowing I had to tell her the truth. I was breathing fast to keep oxygen pumping to my racing heart.

“You promise not to hate me?”

She smiled. “If I were going to hate you, I’d have started about a month ago.”

I smiled back before becoming serious. “I know because I was there.”

She gave me another confused look. “What do you mean, you were there?”

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“I was in the shadows across the street from your house when the two of you came back from wherever you had been.”

She looked at me more in disbelief than anything else. “You… you were there? Listening?”

“And crying, actually.”

She held her hand out toward me and gave me a “come on” gesture to indicate I needed to tell it all.

So I did. I left nothing out, including hearing her response to Brenda’s last comment as she walked away, and my sincere wish at the time that she, Lisa, would meet someone she deserved. I told her how sick I was over what happened. I let her know that I lost a lot of sleep over it.

By the time I finished telling her, she had tears in her eyes.

“Why would you care?” she asked, her voice thick with emotion. “We barely know each other.”

“I couldn’t stand it that I caused you pain, even inadvertently.” Her look changed then. It was as though I had just shown her a picture of herself I had painted that would rival the beauty of the Mona Lisa.

“It’s funny,” she said. “For the past few weeks, I’ve wanted to find you and thank you.”

It was my turn to be puzzled. “Thank me?”

“If you hadn’t had sex with her, someone else would have. You allowed me to find out I couldn’t trust her, no matter how much I loved her. You’ve enabled me to move on.”

I just stared at her, unsure what to do next. If this were a movie, I’d know my next action, my next line. It would be in the script. But life has no script. It’s a constant game of improvisation. And now I was stuck, clueless of the next move.

She settled that for me. Apparently, her improv skills were much better than mine.

She stood up. “I have to pee.”

“Oh, okay,” I said, figuring that was the end of our time together that night, or forever.

“No, silly. I want you to come with me. I’m not saying good-bye.”

Pleasantly surprised, I took her hand and she helped me up. “I may not say good-bye for a while,” she added, smiling.

Then I realized something I hadn’t before.

She had been just as attracted to me that day at registration as I was to her. And now she could grant that attraction time. Maybe months. Or years. Who knew?

All I knew was my lust for her could easily turn into love. Too easily, in fact. As we entered the bathroom together, I realized that I couldn’t imagine a moment when I would want to say good-bye.

I knew I wasn’t in love yet, but I also knew that for the first time in my adult life, I could be in love one day — with Lisa.

In the meantime, Lisa and I both were in lust like crazy.

“Do you have to pee too?” she asked as we entered the large bathroom. There were five stalls to handle the dozen or so girls who lived in the sorority house.

“Yeah,” I said and started to enter one. To my surprise, she followed me into my stall. I had a sudden flashback to Marie and me, skipping class to meet in the girls bathroom when we were in middle school. I wondered if this would lead more or less to the same thing.

I didn’t wonder long. As soon as we each had peed, wiped, and drawn our panties up, Lisa grabbed me and kissed me, her tongue searching my mouth as my tongue searched hers. It was as if our tongues were guards defending territory and were wrestling each other for dominance.

When her hand went to my breast, I figured anything was okay, and my own hand sought her boob as well, tucking the shirt up as I grabbed her tit through the material of her bra.

Soon, she was removing my clothes right there in the bathroom stall. I had no idea what she planned to do in there, but I started removing her clothes as well.

Girls would enter the bathroom, some alone but most of them with at least one other girl. They would see the clothes that were draped over the stall door and walls, some of the girls peeking below the opening at the bottom of the door. All of them giggled as they heard us in our sexual embrace, kissing, sucking tits, fingering. We even took turns sitting on the toilet while the other knelt on tissue paper we put on the floor to create some semblance of cleanliness and licked the other to orgasm. By the time Lisa brought me off with her mouth, at least a half dozen girls had gathered in there just to listen in on our lovemaking.

Having made a porn movie, I certainly wasn’t embarrassed. It wasn’t as if the party wasn’t an obvious excuse for sex. What amazed me was that Lisa didn’t seem bothered by our listening audience either. At one point she grinned at me when we heard a girl say, “Oh my God!” when she walked in and saw the clothes and heard us behind the stall door.

By the time we were coming, we didn’t care who heard. Lisa squealed as I licked her pretty pussy. (Like her, it was amazingly beautiful.) The girls outside the closed and locked stall started chanting, “Come! Come! Come!” They cheered when Lisa reached her orgasm, which was obvious from the shouts of “I’m coming!” that were emanating from the inside of the stall. I also knew girls were looking at my butt while I squatted in front of Lisa. I could hear comments, like, “Wow, look at that ass!” I was proud my butt was a hit.

When we were finished, I started to get my clothes to get dressed, and Lisa stopped me, indicating she was going to open the stall door and let the girls get a look at us. I smiled and nodded, and the door swung open. Two very satisfied lesbians emerged into that unlikely room to cheers and applause from a dozen or so girls, all of them obviously quite turned on from what they’d heard.

We got dressed in front of the girls, the doors to the bathroom opening a few times during that process to reveal at least a dozen guys gathered outside the girls’ bathroom, straining their necks to get a glimpse of us.

We left the party, and Lisa called her parents to let them know she was going to be staying the night with a friend. I thought of taking her home, but that would require more explaining than I was ready to do right then. After all, we would have to move my naked sister into bed with my naked twin sisters, and either my naked aunt, her naked lover, my naked mom, or her naked lover might come out to welcome me home only to find a gawking girlfriend tagging along with me, not to mention that if we were going to enjoy ourselves as we planned to do, we would have to do so in my rather crowded bedroom, and I wasn’t too sure how Lisa felt about eleven- and fifteen-year-old girls witnessing that.

Later, I discovered that would have been just fine with her, but on our first night together, there was no way I would allow that to happen.

I took her to the Beverly Hills Hilton. She was duly impressed that I could afford that, and we spent the night making love.

The next morning we had room service bring breakfast, and I didn’t take her home until noon, whereupon she invited me in to meet her parents and younger sister, Rachel, who was a junior in high school and very pretty herself.

It was obvious the parents, as well as the younger sister, knew what we’d been up to, but nobody said anything about it. I was uncomfortable, feeling they were all sizing me up, but I endured it for Lisa.

By the time I got home that afternoon and crashed in my bed to catch up on the sleep I’d missed making love to Lisa, I had begun to think I was more than infatuated with this girl.

I was in the early stages of being in love. Not adolescent love. Adult love. The ’til death do us part’ kind of love.

I just hoped she was falling in love with me, too, and that it wasn’t from being on the rebound.

Continue on to Chapter 70

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 68

  • Posted on January 10, 2017 at 2:32 pm

Lisa and Brenda, Jenna and Me

By Cheryl Taggert 

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I lay awake that night thinking about the mistake I had made. I had been hoping to meet Lisa again and get to know her, but now I had managed to get her girlfriend to cheat on her. There might be some girls who would hope Lisa got jealous and left her girlfriend after something like that. I am not that kind of girl. My heart ached for Lisa, whom I barely knew but would have liked to know better.

When my alarm went off — about two hours after I finally fell asleep — I went to the bathroom to pee and shower. Sitting on the toilet to think about what to do about my faux pas, I ended up getting pissed off at Brenda and Lisa, wondering why the fuck they weren’t roommates. If they had been, all this would have been easily avoided. Then I realized it was immature to blame them. While I made an honest mistake, the mistake was mine. They obviously had some reason not to be living together, and it wasn’t my place to question their motives.

I would have talked to Lisa about what I’d done, but I didn’t know where or how to find her. All I knew was that she attended UCLA, which is a HUGE campus. The place has ten libraries. Actually, there may be more. I’m aware of ten, though. That’s how big the campus is.

As I sat there thinking, long after I finished peeing, Jenna walked in.

“You gonna be long?” she asked.

“No. I’m finished. Just thinking about stuff.”

She took a longer look at me and her brow furrowed with concern. “Wow. You look like shit. Did you go out after I went to bed and get drunk or something?”

I looked at my adopted sister through bleary eyes. “Thanks for the encouragement,” I said, wiping myself and flushing.

“If I don’t tell you, who will?” she asked.

“Probably everyone I see today.”

“Wanna shower together?” she asked.

“As long as a shower is all you have in mind,” I said. “I’m too tired for anything else.”

“Who has the time?” she asked. “I gotta get ready for school myself, and you’re usually out of the shower by now. Just trying to save a little time and maybe cheer you up by washing your back.”

I thought about that. If I’d been in the mood for sex, I would have turned down her offer because I knew where washing my back would lead in that situation. But I was in no mood for sex — a rare thing but not unheard of — so I accepted her offer. My time sitting on the pity pot, literally, had taken up my shower time, and her offer was both sweet and smart.

After washing my hair and the rest of my body, I let the hot water cascade over me. Jenna soaped a washcloth and gently rubbed my back, both cleaning and relaxing me.

“So, what’s the big problem keeping you up at night?” she asked. Of course, I knew she would want to talk a little bit about whatever was bugging me, which was actually another reason I had accepted her offer to shower together.

“I fucked up,” I said and surprised myself by starting to cry.

Jenna turned me around to allow the water to rinse my back as well as to hug me. “Oh, Cheryl. What is it? Don’t cry. You’ll make me cry, and I don’t even know what’s wrong.”

Have I mentioned I love my sister? We argue sometimes, but she cares so deeply for me and my mom.

“I seduced this girl and later found out I was getting her to cheat on her girlfriend, who happens to be that girl Lisa I told you about.”

“You didn’t know they were together?” she asked.

“No. I just knew she had the same name as Lisa’s girlfriend — Brenda.”

She pushed me back and looked in my bloodshot eyes. “I’m sorry, but explain to me how this is your fault.”

“Jenna, it doesn’t matter if I meant to do it or not. If Lisa finds out, she’ll assume I did this to make her break up with Brenda, which would put me next to last on her list of people she would agree to have sex with, right above Phyllis Schlafly.”

“Oh,” Jenna said. “I get it now.” Then, “Who’s Phyllis Schlafly?”

I sighed. I love Jenna dearly, but since she’d turned thirteen if it wasn’t porn or required for school, she wouldn’t read it. “An ultra-conservative woman who was against things like the Equal Rights Amendment.” I looked at her puzzled expression and explained further. “The amendment guaranteeing women equal rights?”

“Oh,” she said. “There’s an amendment for that?”

“Not yet.”

“Well, that’s stupid.”

“Yeah. You really do have to read educational material more often,” I said. “Now, back to my problem?”

“Why not talk to Lisa about it before she has a chance to make up her mind about your motives?”

“Because I don’t know where the fuck to find her?” I said, phrasing it in a question to illustrate how silly Jenna’s question was.

Then she looked at me with this ‘how-can-you-be-so-dumb’ expression.

“Well, I don’t!” I protested.

“Do you know where Brenda lives?”

“Well, of course I do, she –” Then it hit me, explaining Jenna’s look questioning my intelligence. My sister may not be up on the political climate in America, but she was not stupid by any means when it came to dealing with a problem. I guess it came from her having to deal with her mother being held captive for seven years.

My irritation turned to delight in a breath. Smiling for the first time that morning, I hugged Jenna, the hot water of the shower running on us like warm rain. “Of course! I can wait outside Brenda’s dorm. Lisa’s bound to drop by sometime, or Brenda will go see her. All I have to do is wait for Lisa to drop by or follow Brenda if she leaves!”

Holding Jenna to me like that, I noticed how her breasts were pressing into my own, feeling her nipples touching my skin like small fingers exploring my body.

Seeing that the solution to my problem brought back my libido, I hurriedly kissed Jenna without much passion and said, “I have to go. Thank you so much for your help, little sister!”

And with that I left the shower before I made everyone late for school, including the twins who were getting out of bed as I entered the bedroom wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around my wet hair and a smile on my face.

The first thing I did was call Deanna to let her know I would probably drive myself today, explaining my plan and how I didn’t want to keep her at school late. She wanted to go with me, but I wouldn’t let her. This was not something you did with an audience.

********

Dusk was coming when I saw Brenda leaving her dorm building. She was dressed nicely, so I strongly suspected she was on her way to Lisa’s. I nervously followed her at a distance, wondering if Gwen would have been proud of my stealth in shadowing my subject.

When Brenda got to her destination, I realized why they didn’t live together. It was a modest little house about a half mile from campus. At first I thought Brenda had not been going to see Lisa after all when an older man I recognized as one of the associate professors at UCLA answered the door. Maybe she was there to meet one of her professors about a class, but then I saw Lisa behind the man, and I noticed the resemblance. Lisa lived at home with her professor father, and probably her mother as well. She lived at home, as I did, more likely to save some money rather than by choice. Associate professors did not rake in the big bucks, after all, just as most teachers don’t. They probably couldn’t afford both tuition and housing for Lisa since only full professors got any big breaks on the costs of their children attending the university.

As I recalled my anger that Lisa and Brenda didn’t room together, I was reminded not to judge people too harshly when I didn’t have all the details.

I didn’t want to barge in while Brenda was there, of course, so I waited until she left, but when she did, Lisa was with her. Apparently, they were going out somewhere close-by together, walking along and holding hands. I wondered if Lisa’s parents knew the extent of their relationship or if Lisa was in the closet. I reminded myself to make sure Lisa came outside to talk to her when she returned and Brenda left. I wouldn’t want to add outing her to her family to my list of transgressions that could ruin her life.

I decided not to follow them, choosing to remain in the shadows across from Lisa’s house until they returned and Brenda left.

When they did come back, which was sooner than I expected, they were in the middle of an argument. I could hear them from half a block away, though I couldn’t make out what they were saying until they got a bit closer. Lisa was obviously upset, and Brenda was trying to calm her.

I didn’t have to wonder what they were arguing about. I had to hand it to Brenda, though. She was an honest person, even if it risked her relationship with Lisa. I knew it was always better to confront the person you hurt before he or she could hear the bad news from someone else. After all, that’s what I had come to do myself. I listened to them arguing as they walked along. Well, Brenda walked. Lisa seemed to storm up the sidewalk. She was crying, and my heart broke for her.

“How could you?!” Lisa was saying. “I had the chance to fuck them both! They both wanted me, Brenda! Especially Cheryl. But I said no. I was faithful to you, even if my pussy was soaking wet just thinking about it!”

“I’m sorry!” Brenda pleaded, near tears herself. “How many times do I have to say I’m sorry?!”

“Ten million won’t be enough! I love you. I’m faithful to you. And you…you–” She paused to catch her breath or gather her thoughts, I’m not sure which. “You jump into bed with her the first chance you get!”

“She was so, I don’t know, sexy and urging me to join in. She’s quite the seductress!”

Me? Seductress? I think all I did was crook my finger at her and ask her to join in and have fun. I was seeing myself as others saw me, and I wasn’t sure I liked it. Or maybe Brenda was just grasping at straws to get Lisa to forgive her. Either way, what she was saying pissed me off, but I remained in the shadows, unwilling to make my presence known, probably not even after they finished talking and Lisa went inside.

“Shit, Brenda! She got herself off in a filled auditorium with me watching! I still didn’t ‘join in.’ You were just an opportunity. She was pursuing me like gangbusters! It did my ego a lot of good… until you destroyed it by telling me a quickie with her is more important than I am!”

“It wasn’t!”

“Then why didn’t you follow our rules?! You could have masturbated watching them to your heart’s content. You know what we said! What we promised! Then the first chance you get you break the promise!”

“It wasn’t like that!”

“Well, tell it to the judge!”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know! Shit! Brenda, you hurt me, okay? You broke my heart!”

Lisa broke down, sobbing into her hands. I could feel my own tears running down my cheeks as I wept silently for this sweet girl who did nothing to deserve this. She was still the cutest, most beautiful girl I’d ever seen, and I’d had a hand in hurting her deeply. I was ashamed of myself. I hadn’t meant for this to happen. Hadn’t even known Brenda was dating anyone. But I was still ashamed because I had hurt someone who had done nothing to earn the pain I had caused.

Brenda tried to console Lisa, touching her shoulder in an attempt to get her to look at her, maybe even hug her. Lisa wasn’t having it, though. She jerked her shoulder away from the touch as if Brenda’s hand were a spider.

“Leave me alone!” she sobbed. “Just leave me the fuck alone!”

“But Lisa. She was so seductive!”

“Stop blaming her!” Lisa said, venom filling every word. “It wasn’t her fault! You said before she had no idea you dated me! She was just… I don’t know… doing what comes naturally! But you betrayed me! You betrayed my trust! She was in it for a good time! You could have had a good time, but you wanted a better one! So get away from me! I fucking hate you!”

Anger had now become the dominant emotion. She was more than hurt, she was pissed off.

Still, I felt like a heel rejoicing that she had said it wasn’t my fault. After all, Lisa wasn’t the only one hurt here. Brenda was, too, though I could see Lisa’s point. Brenda had been completely aware of the entire situation. She knew she wasn’t supposed to accept my offer, an offer given in ignorance of all the facts. I suddenly realized that Brenda deserved what was happening right now. I hadn’t seduced her so much as invited her to join in and have fun. All she had to do was tell me what Lisa had told Deanna, that she was in a committed relationship. I would have backed off immediately.

Of course I would have been disappointed, but I would have accepted that she was not wanting to hurt her girlfriend. Hell, it could have been a boyfriend. I still would have understood.

“So that’s it?” Brenda asked. “You’re never going to forgive me?”

“How can I?” Lisa asked. “I could never trust you again. I can’t live that way.”

“And you don’t love me anymore? Just like that?” Brenda asked, snapping her fingers.

Lisa looked at her with determination and sadness coming off her in waves. “Of course, I still love you. But I’ll get over it.”

Without a sound, Brenda turned and started toward her dorm. “Fine!” she said when she was about a thirty feet away. “You just lost the best girl you’ll ever know.”

“I hope that’s not true,” Lisa said to herself, not loud enough for Brenda to hear. I heard it, though, and my heart ached. It didn’t matter who this lovely girl fell in love with, as long as it was someone who cherished her as much as she deserved to be cherished.

Turning, Lisa started across the street to her house. Her mother met her at the door, and I could hear her say something about hearing them over the TV. Lisa burst into tears all over again and hugged her mother. The door closed, sealing the ugliness of life out.

I had watched her go, wanting to say something but knowing I shouldn’t. At least now I knew where to find her if I ever did want to talk to her.

As it turned out, she found me without really trying.

********

At home my family didn’t ask me about my night. I remained silent, picking at my salmon with dill sauce, asparagus, and rice, which was one of my favorite dishes. I thanked Cindy for fixing it. Apparently, word had spread through the family that I was having a problem related to a girl at school, and Cindy had chosen to make a dinner I usually loved. Tonight was different, however. Nothing would have tasted good to me.

After I went to bed, an hour earlier than usual, Jenna came in.

“Wanna talk?”

“Not really,” I said.

“Mind if I lie down?”

“Suit yourself,” I said, knowing she was just giving me a chance to talk if I wanted to. She knew me well, of course. I ended up spilling my guts about what I’d heard while standing on a shadowed street, weeping quietly while witnessing the death of a relationship I had a hand in killing.

“I hurt her,” I said. “I know I didn’t hurt her on purpose, but I hurt her nonetheless,” I said, crying softly.

“Yeah, but both of you will get over it.”

That reminded me of Lisa’s words to Brenda, which I had not shared with Jenna, and I started sobbing.

Jenna held me, stroking my back and telling me how much she loved me.

Have I mentioned how much I love my sister?

Continue on to Chapter 69

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 67

  • Posted on January 4, 2017 at 4:33 pm

Life at UCLA

By Cheryl Taggert 

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I wish I could say my first day of classes was awesome, but I can’t. First, Clare was a student at UCLA, and she was in my filmmaking class. She was a sophomore, so she had been at UCLA for a year already, meaning she had formed her own group of people to hang out with, which of course would exclude me from being friends with any of the girls she called a friend.

Second, I didn’t see Lisa all day. I had hoped she would be in at least one of my classes, but it was not to be.

By the time I got home, I was rather glum. After pouting for a while, I got busy with the assignments I had been given that day. It took me three hours to finish this, which was a far cry from the hour to ninety minutes it usually took me in high school.

I also had a paper due in a week in my English class, and I needed to start a first draft that night after dinner, but writing had always been a strength for me, so I wasn’t worried, even though I probably should have been. The expectations for writing turned out to be on the increase, just like the hours needed to complete other assignments.

The next day I entered my child psychology class and sat in the same seat I’d sat in the day before, but now I was sitting next to a cute girl who had either sat somewhere else the day before or had missed the class. She was a cute brunette and was wearing a halter top and no bra. The no bra was, shall we say, obvious. Her nipples were erect and tenting the cotton of the halter. She smiled at me.

“Hi, I’m Hannah,” she said. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” she asked. The devilish glint in her eyes told me she knew exactly where she’d seen me before.

I squinted at her and took my seat, pretending to be trying to figure out where I might have seen her.

“Mmm, no. I don’t think so. Are you from the LA area?”

“Not originally. I’m from Texas. I moved here when I started school last year. I’m sure I recognize you, though.” She paused, placing a finger to her lips in mock concentration. “Have you ever, um, been in any movies?”

Again, her eyes told me she wasn’t talking about the latest sci-fi flick to hit the theaters.

I smiled. “Maybe. What have you seen recently?”

“Well, it was online, and I don’t think it had a title, or at least I don’t remember one.” She leaned into me, making obvious contact between my shoulder and her boob. “I sat about halfway between here and the back of the lecture hall yesterday and when you came–” she emphasized the verb and paused for a second — “into the room, I knew I’d seen you somewhere before. I thought about it all day yesterday and then it hit me.” She smiled knowingly at me. “So I got to my room and opened up my computer and went to this special website, and there you were. I told my roommate I had a class with you, and she couldn’t believe it.”

She was looking into my eyes and I thought for a second she was going to lean in and kiss me. I will say one thing. She was certainly bold. She didn’t kiss me, but she did lick her lips, seeming to dare me to kiss her.

“Did you like what you saw?” I asked.

“Very much.”

“What about your roommate?”

“She liked it too, but she doesn’t have sex with other girls. She enjoys, you know, watching stuff like that and, well, you know. We’re very open about that in our dorm room.”

“Open about that?” I asked, wanting clarification of the meaning of that.

“Well, we’re both healthy girls and have the usual desires and know how to handle them when there’s no one else available.”

“So the two of you are okay masturbating together?” I asked.

“Yeah, but she doesn’t want to go further than that with me.”

“But you’d like to go further?”

“Definitely,” she said, nearly whispering.

I could feel her nipple poking into my shoulder.

“That was your real mother in that scene with you, wasn’t it?” she asked.

“Yeah. Is that a problem?”

“No. Not at all. I’ve seen her in movies for years. I discovered that kind of movie when I was, like, ten or so. Been watching them ever since.” Then she asked, “What’s it like growing up with a mom who’s in the adult film industry?”

I smiled at her, conveying enough to at least suggest the meaning behind my answer, but not so much that I couldn’t say she got the wrong idea later. “Fun,” was all I said in response to her question.

“Was she, like, open about sex and stuff?” she asked.

I nodded slightly and shrugged, pretending to think about my answer. “Mmm, yeah, I’d say so.” Again, suggestion, but no actual admissions.

I noticed movement below and realized she was squeezing her thighs together, just as I had done at the assembly a few days before. She gave me a small smile and said, “You’ve no idea how it turns me on just to meet you.”

I gave her a knowing look and said, “Are you close?”

“Let’s just say if you were to reach down and touch my pussy through my shorts, I’d be coming in about two seconds.”

Then she proved that I didn’t even have to touch her. She was silent and as still as she could possibly be, but I knew she was coming, which was, I suppose, the point. She was perspiring as she sat back when the climax was over.

“Thank you,” she said, trying to bring her breath back to normal.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You made that movie.”

“Well, yes, I did. Were you thinking of it?”

“Not actually. I was thinking about enjoying our own scene in my dorm room, where I become the girl who played your friend in the movie.”

“What about your roommate?”

“She could watch. She definitely likes to watch.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“What about your mom? Is she open about sex?”

She grinned. “That’s an odd question.”

“I have my reasons for asking.”

She took a deep breath and said, “Yeah. She is extremely open about sex. Let’s just say she wouldn’t mind making a movie with me and you with you as the friend, but I couldn’t swear that I’d be able to keep the movie legal or anything.” She was bold.

She smiled at me, seeming to know we were kindred spirits, even where incest was involved.

Class started as the professor entered and that ended our conversation until the hour was over. When we could talk again, I asked, “Would you mind if we met for lunch?”

She looked like a child who had just been offered that ice cream cone she had wanted all day. “How long do you have? For lunch, I mean.”

“Two hours, from eleven to one.”

“Perfect, same as my lunch time. Tell you what, I live in Hedrick Hall North. I’ll meet you in the lobby as soon as you can get there. We can make a sandwich.”

I wasn’t sure if she meant the kind for nourishment or another kind. I really didn’t care. I’d been so horny during class, I’d considered copying Hannah and getting myself off during the lecture.

“Okay,” I said. I knew where Hedrick Hall was and said I would be there by 11:15.

I left the child psychology class in a lot better mood than I’d entered it.

After my next class, math, I made my way to Hedrick Hall North. Entering the dorm’s lobby at 11:05, I saw Hannah sitting on a small sofa talking to another girl. When she saw me, she smiled and waved me over.

“This is Brenda, my roommate,” she said, introducing us.

“Hi, Cheryl. I love those scenes you are in.”

“Hi,” I said, wondering why this beautiful girl didn’t have sex with girls. She certainly liked watching girl-girl scenes online, masturbated to them even, but according to Hannah, Brenda was strictly hetero when it came to actual sex.

I didn’t have the time or the desire to debate Brenda’s sexual decisions, so I asked Hannah if she wanted to go up to their room.

She grinned. “Don’t you know it!” she said and took my hand. Then she glanced at Brenda but continued speaking to me. “Do you mind if Brenda comes up and watches? She won’t get involved other than to get herself off a few times while we get it on.”

I looked at Brenda. Having expected this, I was fine with it. Who knows? I may be able to entice her into joining us. I did find it interesting that Hannah’s roommate shared the same name with the girlfriend of Lisa. They couldn’t be the same girl, of course, since Lisa’s Brenda didn’t have a problem with engaging in lesbian sex.

The three of us took the elevator to their floor, and in two minutes we were in their dorm room.

“We don’t have a lot of time, so maybe we should get naked first,” Hannah suggested.

We agreed, and soon we were naked. Brenda sat in a chair near the Hannah’s bed, facing us, and Hannah and I lay down and began making out, our hands roaming over each other’s taut skin. I made sure to palm the breast that had enticed me during our pre-class conversation, pinching the nipple and feeling it grow more erect.

I could hear Brenda beside us. Her breathing became more noticeable and I could hear the sound of her fingers smearing her juices all around her pussy. Several times while Hannah and I were kissing, I glanced Brenda’s way. I noticed she shaved her pubes, and she had dark brown nipples that reminded me of chocolate drops. Her left hand was busy squeezing her boobs, first one then the other, and pinching those delicious looking morsels that capped her small breasts. Her right hand was busy giving her pussy pleasure.

As Hannah moved down to take one of my nipples between her teeth and lips to nibble and suck, I took the opportunity to speak to Brenda. I was greedy to taste those nipples and that wet cunt, and if she remained a bystander of sorts, I would never have that chance.

“Why not join us?” I said. “I promise it’s more fun than what you’re doing.”

“I’d just rather do this,” she said, but I could tell the thought had certainly crossed her mind.

“No, you don’t,” I said. “You want to have sex with the porn star. You want to taste my pussy to see how different it tastes from your own.” I was serious, but my talking had another effect, and that was on me. My words were turning me on, big time. I always loved the seduction, and this was one I knew I could be successful with. Her desire was literally showing on her face.

“No, really, I–”

“Come here,” I said, interrupting her weak protest.

Hannah was noticing what was going on. I looked at her, and her eyes were wide. I felt I was doing this as much for her as anyone else. She would be the nightly beneficiary if I could get Brenda to do more than just masturbate.

I didn’t know if Hannah had tried to seduce Brenda or not. I suppose maybe she had attempted it but given up too soon, not wanting to spoil their relationship by seeming too determined or coercive.

But if I was the one to complete the seduction — well, that was entirely different. I didn’t have a relationship I needed to nurture, such as the relationship between roommates.

Brenda glanced shyly at Hannah and I could see some sort of silent communication take place. I figured perhaps Hannah was seeking permission to let go and be herself, sort of asking forgiveness for joining in.

“Come here,” I repeated.

Keeping her hand at her pussy, Brenda rose and stepped closer to the bed.

“Kiss me,” I said.

Again, Brenda glanced at Hannah before leaning down and placing her soft lips against mine. My tongue speared her lips open, and she joined her tongue to mine in the sensuous dance we all know so well.

I reached up and pinched one of her nipples, relishing its feel and hoping for more.

Brenda exhaled sharply through her nose at the touch.

I felt Hannah moving her mouth lower, kissing my upper belly before moving down toward my navel. I looked at her again and that same look of surprise was there.

It’s because I am who I am, I thought to myself. I decided she was intrigued by the fact that I had made an actual porn movie. Three of them, in fact, merely short scenes of thirty to forty-five minutes, but real porn movies. Not just the homemade kind that sometimes end up on the internet.

A moan escaped Brenda’s slender throat and Hannah continued her erotic journey, placing stepping-stone kisses down my tummy before tickling my navel with her wet tongue.

I moved my hand down Brenda’s tummy, making a journey of my own, and cupped her vulva, slipping my middle finger into the juicy depths of her slit, coating everything with the sticky slickness that was pouring from her vagina.

Then taking my wet fingers from her pussy, I wedged them between our kissing lips and sucked my fingers clean, staring into Brenda’s eyes as I did.

The gesture ratcheted up her lust. As we continued to kiss, I pulled her down onto the bed with Hannah and me. Her hand went to my boob and began to fondle the small globe of softness. I urged her head down, and soon she was suckling me like a baby after her milk.

Hannah, meanwhile, had made it to my pussy, and her mouth clamped on my slit at the same moment Brenda’s mouth latched onto my tit. I reached down to Brenda’s pussy and began to finger her.

This day was definitely making up for how bad yesterday had been. And not only that, but I was also improving Hannah’s sex life just by getting Brenda over whatever hangups she had about engaging in lesbian sex. It had been obvious from the moment I met her that Brenda was interested in physical sex with a girl.

All it took was meeting a girl who could seduce her and allow her to leave any guilt behind.

Hannah brought me to two orgasms before I switched and began to lick her. I gave her a pair of them as well before moving my attentions to Brenda. I found it odd that Hannah had not approached Brenda at all in the bed. It was as if they considered sex between each other to be as taboo as incest.

After we all had had our share of climaxes, we lay back on Hannah’s bed, catching our breath and cooling down.

It was at class the next day that Hannah explained everything to me. It wasn’t that Brenda didn’t have sex with girls.

“There’s something I have to talk to you about,” she said.

“What is it?”

“It’s about Brenda and, well, what happened yesterday.”

“No need to thank me,” I said. “I figured she might be ready to have sex with a girl and now you two can enjoy your nights together more.”

“That’s not it,” she said. “Brenda likes girls. She’s a lesbian.”

I was confused now. My brow furrowed and I said, “But you said she didn’t have sex with girls.”

“I said she doesn’t have sex with other girls,” Hannah explained. “She has a steady girlfriend.”

Uh-oh. Had I failed to locate Lisa while finding — and seducing — her girlfriend?

My heart began to sink as I asked, “What’s her girlfriend’s name?” It plummeted when Hannah answered.

“Lisa.”

Continue on to Chapter 68

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 66

  • Posted on December 29, 2016 at 3:00 pm

My Family’s Orgasmic Send-Off to College

By Cheryl Taggert 

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It was Sunday morning, and I was granted my wish to sleep in since the next day would be my first day of classes at UCLA. I was so excited to be starting college! I was planning to study psychology, particularly as it related to sexual attitudes and their effects on mental health.

I had already decided my first big research experiment would involve whether or not early sexual discovery had any negative psychological repercussions. I planned to interview several hundred people over the course of a year to determine whether or not early sexual experiences had affected the people in a bad way. My thesis would be that guilt thrust by society upon a young person who experienced sex at an early age was more the culprit than the actual experience itself.

Of course, I planned to limit my thesis to those who sought the sexual contact rather than had it forced upon them. Rape is rape, and that would certainly have negative effects. Unwanted advances would likewise cause emotional pain, if not physical, and that would not be a part of my study. I was also planning to limit my study to females only, especially since they were looked upon as potential victims much more often than men. If I could show that there were plenty of women who did not see what happened to them as victimization, but saw it in a positive light instead, then I felt I would be doing a service for society. I might even get published one day!

I knew this research would not begin right away. I could begin the research once I had studied the scientific method in my psychology class this quarter. It was one of the things I was looking forward to most about the class. When I knew how to ensure reliability in my results, I could begin my research.

But this was Sunday, the day before my first class at UCLA, and I was allowed to sleep in, at least to a point.

It seems my family — which included Cindy, Jenna, the twins, and Danni, along with my mom and aunt — had plans for me that day. I had my first inkling that it would be a great day when I awoke to the feeling of being licked at various places on my body. I sleep on my side with one leg hitched up, and I could feel someone’s lips on my pussy attacking it from below, another set of lips on my butthole, and still another set on my left boob. The right one would probably also be receiving special attention, except it was mostly buried into the mattress.

As my eyes fluttered open, another set of lips moved to my neck. Then I could feel yet another mouth tantalizing the soft tissue behind my knee. Someone was also sucking my toes, and yet another was chewing on my butt cheeks.

I looked around to see who was doing what.

Mom was sucking my toes.

Jenna was licking my pussy. (I later learned they had drawn small slips of paper with a body part written on it to see who did what. Jenna had been, according to her, the lucky one.)

Danni was at my butthole, her tongue doing its best to drive me crazy.

Sophia was at my boob.

Aunt Emmy was kissing and nibbling my neck.

Sonia was biting my butt cheeks.

And last but certainly not least, Cindy was licking and gently chewing on the area behind my knees, as well as running her hands all up and down my legs.

I didn’t move, afraid that doing so would upset the balance, but I did let out a long sigh and mumbled, “Holy fuck.”

Mom stopped sucking my toes long enough to say, “Relax, sweetheart, and enjoy. We’re going to act as though you were going away to another town for school and make sure we send you off to college properly.”

Who was I to argue? I relaxed and enjoyed the pleasure party.

As I lay there, I thought of Lisa, the girl Deanna and I had sort of met at UCLA the day we registered for school. I wished I had her last name. It would make it easier to find her if she wasn’t in any of my classes or anything.

I imagined at various times that she was the one making my body feel so good. Usually, she was taking either Jenna’s or Danni’s place in my imagination — because they were on my pussy and butthole — with an occasional foray into the areas being served by one of the twins.

As my family continued pleasuring me, my juices began to flow as if my vagina were a faucet and both valves had been turned on full blast. Each member of my family knew my body so well. They knew exactly what to do and when to give me the most enjoyment.

At that moment, Jenna was obviously heading into the home stretch as she attacked my swollen clit with gusto. She was intent on giving me an orgasm, and she expected it to be one of the best ones I’d had in quite a while.

I could tell my body did not intend to disappoint her.

The throbbing began deep inside me, somewhere between my clit and my butthole. It seemed to build for nearly a minute before exploding into a climax that had me writhing on the bed. Every square inch of my skin seemed to tingle and vibrate. Delicious spasms rocked me, sending waves of intense ecstasy rolling throughout my body.

I could feel the orgasm in my toes that Mom was sucking. I could feel it in my legs and knees. I could feel it in my nipples and along the soft area of my neck. I could feel it in my butthole, and in the butt cheeks that Sonia seemed to believe was a delicious and delicate morsel of ambrosia, the food of the gods, that she could chew on and taste, but not eat.

I have no idea how long my trembling explosion lasted, but it left me weak and panting.

I was aware I still had morning breath, which might be why nobody had been kissing my mouth, and I desperately wanted to get up, pee, and brush my teeth. The only problem was my legs wouldn’t cooperate right then. I began to wonder if I was going to pee in the bed for the first time since I was a small child.

The memory of being a small child occurred to me at that thought. I saw myself at six the first time my mother and I had sex. I could clearly picture my little mound and how much it had brought me joy over the years. It was a guiltless joy, which was why I wanted to do the research I longed to complete.

I saw myself again at nine and my first time with Deanna. Then I remembered how daring I had been with her sister, Elizabeth.

Then I remembered the many times I had gone to work with my mom and enjoyed everyone there, not to mention how much everyone enjoyed me.

Then I recalled Danni catching Marie and me in the bathroom after we had gotten each other off in the bathroom stall.

My life so far felt as though it had been touched by Midas, turning into a golden existence so rich that I felt nobody deserved to be that happy.

But I was that happy.

And most of the people responsible for that joy were right there in bed with me.

I looked at them and did the only thing I could do.

I cried.

I teared up and the tears began to roll down my cheeks. Mom asked if I was alright. “I’m more than alright. I have this as my family,” I said, gesturing to the people I loved most in the world.

She understood then, and soon we were in this enormous group hug.

Finally, I managed to get up and make it to the bathroom.

It was the start of a magnificent day.

When I came back to bed, my family was just lounging around on the two beds — Jenna’s and mine and the twins’ — and I stretched out in the middle of my bed and looked at them, smiling.

“What do you want for breakfast?” Sonia asked.

I looked at the sexy eleven-year-old, sitting naked on my bed with a grin that lit up the room. Her slit was slightly open, revealing the wet folds of softness behind the outer labia. I pointed to her pussy and said, “That!”

Her smile grew even bigger. “Okay, you can have that, but what do you want to fill your stomach?” she asked, giggling.

“Oh, okay,” I said. “How about French toast, with strawberries, bacon, orange juice, and coffee?”

“Okay,” she said. “Who will fix that while Cheryl licks me?” she asked, causing laughter to spread through the room.

After a moment, Jenna said, “Okay, I will. I was the one lucky enough to draw her pussy, after all. I suppose I need to pay for that privilege.”

“Huh?” I asked, not understanding. That was when they explained about drawing pieces of paper to divvy up my various body parts.

“I’ll help you,” Danni said to Jenna, and the two of them left the room.

I stayed where I was and crooked my finger to Sonia. She clambered up to me and said, “Do you want me to sit on your face?”

I nodded. That was as good a position as any.

I lay on my back and she mounted my face. Spreading her legs to place her thighs on each side of my head, she lowered her bare, juicy pussy onto my lips. I immediately began to lick and kiss her, using my tongue to scoop her moisture into my mouth. I savored the taste of my adopted sister, along with the utter smoothness of her still hairless pussy. The soft labia pressed into me as I tongued her clit.

She was immediately whimpering softly in ecstasy. My tongue lashed back and forth on her clit, stimulating it up to a point of no return. She came quickly, which did not surprise me in the least. The twins were amazingly sexual, easy to bring to orgasm. I once experimented with Sophia and gave her seven orgasms in five minutes.

I realized I would have to include them in my study once it began, despite my foreknowledge of what they would say. Of course, all my subjects would have to be anonymous anyway, since they might admit to what amounted to illegal activities.

I was reminded again of the silliness of the incest laws, especially as it related to same-sex relationships. Boys could not get boys pregnant, and girls could not get girls pregnant. So what was all the fuss about?

As soon as Sonia came, Sophia was right beside her, urging her to get off my face so she could ride my tongue for a couple of minutes, which would be all that was needed to bring her off.

Sophia’s identical pussy lowered onto my mouth, and I proceeded to tongue the cute girl to a climax. When she came, she screamed, “I love you so much, Cheryl!”

Then she was replaced by Mom. I thought about the movie we made together, everyone on the set fully aware that my mom and I had engaged in mother-daughter incest since I was little, and equally aware we could do nothing together on film.

I planted my mouth on her pussy, and like the twins, she came quickly. I suppose the buildup of that morning had everyone close to coming.

Next, Aunt Emmy mounted my face. I tongued her with the same desire for licking pussy that I’d shown to Mom and the twins. She took a bit longer to come, but she still came before my breakfast arrived.

Cindy mounted my face just minutes before Jenna and Danni came back into the room to serve me breakfast in bed. I tongued her bare pussy, and she came even faster than the twins had. Later, she told me she had been masturbating prior to sitting on my mouth as she watched me licking various pussies, which certainly helped her reach a climax quickly.

Once everyone had been satisfied, or at least everyone but Jenna and Danni, I stopped to eat breakfast, but not before promising the other two I would do them when I had finished eating my breakfast.

Once I finished my bacon and French toast, Danni lowered her pussy to my eager lips. Jenna had decided to let Danni go first because Jenna had won my cunt in the drawing and because Danni had volunteered to help prepare my breakfast.

It took a bit longer to bring Danni to her orgasm, but she finally came and Jenna squatted over me. However, Jenna had mounted me facing my pussy, unlike the others who were facing the top of my head so they could watch me licking their juicy slits. As soon as I started licking her, she bent over and began to eat my pussy, just as she had done earlier that morning.

We engaged in a very hot and enjoyable sixty-nine in front of the rest of the family. I came before she did, but she reached her peak almost immediately after I finished mine.

We lay there together in the bed we had shared for the past eight years while the rest of the family watched. Everyone had her own hand on her pussy, except for Jenna and me, and I watched for a second until it hit me this would be the perfect ending to this little party we were having — at least for the time being.

I turned to Jenna. “Yeah, let’s join them. We can all come while rubbing our own pussies.”

Soon all seven of us had our hands flying on our cunts. We masturbated together to bring the first phase of this orgy to completion.

Sonia came first — again no surprise there. Sophia was right behind her. Then it was Aunt Emmy. I’m not sure who reached an orgasm next since I got too involved in my own self-pleasuring to notice who was crying out her release.

Afterwards, we all decided to get up and get showered to try to get a second wind. I was allowed to go first in the bathroom Jenna, the twins, and I shared. I asked Jenna to join me, and we soaped each other up, enjoying the silky feel of soapy skin beneath our fingers, but not going beyond that. The twins were next, and based on the squeals and giggles coming from the bathroom, I knew they were having their own sexy fun.

Later, we sat in the large rec room in towels that everyone knew were only temporary.

Mom was setting up a video for everyone to watch.

As we took our places around the room, she said, “Everyone here knows that our college girl has also begun a career in the porn industry as, well, I’d say as an actress, but she’s hardly acting in those films.”

Everyone laughed at that, but I said, “Hey, there was some acting involved as we set up the scenes!”

“We know,” Cindy said. “But your mom tells me that you seemed surprised when Bob yelled ‘Cut!’ and you realized you were making a movie. We all know the sex part was just you being you.”

Okay, they had me there.

“Still, my lovely daughter and her best friend since she was nine have made three movies so far,” Mom continued. “Scenes, really, but they are quite hot, if I do say so myself.”

“Are we going to watch them?” Sonia asked, a smile spreading across her face as she contemplated what my mom may be introducing.

“As a matter of fact, yes we are,” Mom said. “Starting with the one I was in. Now, here’s the rule. You can watch and enjoy the movie, but you have to hold off coming until all three scenes are over.”

Everyone clapped, smiles all around, and we sat back as my mom started the VCR, before saying, “I introduce to you the latest star of erotic films, Cheryl Leanne Taylor!”

We sat there and watched my three short movies, each just a scene that lasted about thirty-five to forty minutes. By the time it was finished, everyone but me had her hand massaging her pussy, though nobody seemed in a hurry to reach orgasm. I was enjoying the scenes, but since I had been in them, they weren’t as stimulating to me.

Nobody had come, of course, but with all the sex that morning and Mom’s admonition not to come yet, the need wasn’t exactly urgent.

“Now,” Mom said. When she said that, I heard footsteps behind me. Turning, I was surprised to see my best friend, Deanna, walking naked into the room. “For the part of the first scene that we didn’t get to make, Cheryl, Deanna, and I will re-enact that scene for you with all the sex we couldn’t do on film.”

I grinned. This was awesome! Mom, Deanna, and I were going to do a scene for everyone else, and I would be able to do everything to my mom that I had wanted to do in the movie we’d made together. It wasn’t the first time the three of us had been together for sex — not by a long shot — but this was different because, as Mom said next, “We will assume our characters in the movie, and take it from where I enter the scene.”

My pussy spasmed and I felt my cream begin to flood my slit.

This would be great! I would be able to perform for my entire family, and even Deanna had been in on it.

Everyone adjourned to my mom’s room, where Deanna and I got on the bed and positioned ourselves in a sixty-nine.

Mom yelled, “Action!” and the scene started, but this time it would be different.

I thought once again how wonderful it was that I lived the life I did. I was the happiest eighteen-year-old on earth.

Continue on to Chapter 67