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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?

Chapter 69 is coming soon!

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 

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

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

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 65

  • Posted on December 23, 2016 at 4:33 pm

College Begins

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

We managed to make a total of three movies that summer before classes started at UCLA. Deanna and I got paid $1000 each for the first two, and $1500 for the third one because the series was becoming so popular on the pay-to-view site. That meant we had earned $3,500 each before taxes by the time classes began, all for a few days of so-called work. Mom was paying my tuition at UCLA, but she decided I should pay for my books to “keep me financially responsible.” That was fine, though. I always knew whatever my mom told me to do was in my best interest.

When Deanna and I went to register for our classes, we noticed several people looking at us. You know, as if they recognized us. We both would laugh when it would suddenly occur to them where they’d seen us before. There was one very pretty girl who openly stared at us, smiling. Deanna said to her, “Take a picture. It lasts longer.”

The girl’s answer was priceless. “Already have one on my computer.” She walked away, grinning.

I called out to her, “Did you enjoy it?” meaning the movie, of course.

She turned back and, continuing to walk backwards while looking at us and smiling as if sharing something amazing with us, said, “Several times.”

She turned back around and continued walking away. I stared at her ass as she strutted along the courtyard that separated several buildings, including the one housing the registrar’s office.

Deanna punched me with her elbow and said, “Stop drooling.”

I looked at her. “Who’s drooling?”

“Are you kidding? I was wondering if we might have to step around a puddle of your saliva.”

I looked back at the cute girl who had been so bold with us, following her with my eyes until she entered another building. Then glancing back at Deanna, I said, “Anyway, if there’s a puddle, it might not be saliva.”

She just laughed and grabbed my arm, dragging me to freshman registration.

We both signed up for the same freshman English class, a requirement that we needed to take our first quarter. I also took a class in child psychology, basic introductory psychology, and a class in filmmaking for non-majors, one of my elective classes I needed to help fill out my schedule. I also took a biology class I would need. I was really interested in the child psychology class because it had a lab that would involve working with some elementary age students. I didn’t know what that would involve yet, but I was definitely looking forward to it.

Deanna, who was considering becoming a teacher, took the same biology class I signed up for, as well as sociology, introduction to education, and developmental psychology.

After we had signed up for classes, we decided to go have some lunch at one of the university food courts.

When we had sat down with our food, I noticed the same girl who had spoken to us about the movie three tables over, eating her lunch. We were sitting behind her, so she didn’t see us, but I definitely noticed her.

Deanna saw I was distracted and followed my gaze.

“What the hell?” Deanna said. “Why don’t you just go get on your knees, crawl between her legs, and lick her pussy?”

I squinted at Deanna. “You think anyone would mind?”

Deanna just shook her head. When I looked back at the girl who I thought might be the cutest, most beautiful girl I’d ever seen, Deanna said, “Damn, Cheryl, you got it bad. Not even the first day of classes, and you’re already in love. Or lust. Which is it?”

“For now? Lust. I don’t know about the love thing,” I said. “Yet.”

“Uh, Cheryl?” Deanna said.

“Huh?”

“What makes you think she’s interested in you?”

“Hell, she saw the movie, Deanna. She’s at least bi.”

“What I mean is, maybe she’s interested in me?”

I looked at Deanna and started to protest, but then shut my mouth. Deanna was one hot chick herself. She could be right. Then again…

“Maybe she’d go for a threesome,” I suggested.

Deanna looked at the girl, shrugged, and said, “Who knows? Maybe she would.” Deanna sipped her drink. “Let’s go meet her. You know, introduce ourselves. It’s something sane people do.” She started to get up, but I grabbed her arm.

“She knows who we are,” I said. “We don’t know who she is, though.”

Still half standing, Deanna said, “That’s sort of the point for introducing ourselves. It kind of makes it so she introduces herself to us.” Then taking possession of her arm once again with a small jerk, she walked over to the mysterious fan.

I watched as they chatted for maybe half a minute. Deanna would glance my way then look back at the girl while they talked. When they had finished their brief conversation, Deanna strolled back over to me and sat down.

“Well?” I asked.

“She’s taken.”

It’s funny. I had never even spoken to this girl, and I felt my stomach drop when Deanna said that. Disappointment flooded my veins. In the few moments while Deanna went to talk to her, I had actually begun to picture myself and the mystery girl going out for dancing, dinner, a movie, then coming back to my house for a few hours of sex, followed by cuddling, followed by a few more hours of sex, followed by a little sleep, followed by more sex, followed by a shared shower and breakfast. Then we’d have sex again for the fun of it.

“Taken?” I asked, as if I didn’t understand the word.

“Yeah, you know. As in she’s dating someone already.”

“Another girl?”

“Yes. The girl’s name is Brenda.”

“Brenda? I always liked that name.”

Deanna looked at me and realized I had misunderstood. “Oh, no. The girlfriend’s name is Brenda. The girl you’ve been creaming in your panties over is Lisa.”

Pouting, I propped my chin on my left hand as I stared at Lisa’s back. Even it was sexy.

“Don’t look so glum,” Deanna said. “You’ve still got me and pretty much any other girl you would want, including your mom, your adopted sister, her mom, your aunt, her girlfriend who is also your former teacher, my sister, my mom… who did I leave out? Oh, yeah, those adorable twins.”

“So? I wanted her too,” I said.

Lisa stood and lifted her bookbag over her shoulder.

“Sit up,” Deanna said. “You look like a lovesick puppy.”

She was right, of course, so I sat up. Lisa made it a point to walk by our table and smile at us. I think I smiled back. I may have just stared at her boobs, I don’t know. She was honestly the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. I know that thing is subjective. Deanna thought she was pretty, but not breathtaking or anything. I, on the other hand, thought she was magnificent.

Deanna was right about something else, too. I had it bad. I had never believed in love at first sight and still didn’t. I did believe in lust at first sight, though, and I thought that was what became love eventually, making people believe in love at first sight.

I was wearing a pair of pink shorts that day that barely covered my pussy and ass. I wondered if there might be a small wet spot from the juices that had run down my butt crack and pooled there. Thank goodness I had at least worn panties that day, cotton ones with a padded gusset for comfort and absorbency. When I stood up after we finished our lunch, I asked Deanna if there was a wet spot. She checked out my ass and said there wasn’t. I was surprised. My pussy was flooding and for the first time since middle school, I considered going into a public bathroom and taking care of a few things. I think the only thing that stopped me was the fact we had an assembly for freshmen we were required to attend. They actually had a bunch of tables with a range of letters from the alphabet and we had to go to the table with the letter range that included the first letter of your last name and check off that you were there. I wondered what they would do if you didn’t sign off. Kick you out?

The assembly was about a lot of boring shit, so of course I spent most of the time looking for and fantasizing about Lisa. I knew it was ridiculous — she and I hadn’t even been introduced or anything — but it was what it was. My mind just gravitated to that. I became aware I was squeezing my thighs together to stimulate my clit when the approaching orgasm was almost imminent.

Glancing around quickly to see if anyone had noticed that the pretty blond girl on the aisle about half way from the stage was about to come, I saw only Deanna looking at me with this “Oh my God” look on her face. It was at that precise moment that I came. It was the first orgasm I had had in a large room full of complete strangers since the time I masturbated in the airport when Mom and I were picking up my grandmother.

Somehow, I managed to keep from making any noise, other than my breathing becoming faster and deeper. My hand shot out and grasped Deanna’s knee, squeezing it as the jolts rocked me. Anyone looking at me instead of the people talking to us would know that something, well, odd was happening to me.

The orgasm subsided as quickly as it had occurred. I swallowed hard and took a slow, deep breath to cleanse my mind and attempt to flush the last vestiges of the climax from my body. My pussy still tingled with the aftereffects, and I felt as though I were sitting in a puddle of my juices, which was of course exactly what I was doing. I could smell my fragrance.

I looked around again to see if anyone noticed and for the first time looked directly behind me. There sat Lisa, two rows back. She was looking at me and smiling. Embarrassment flooded me.

She knew. I had just had an orgasm, and she knew that it was probably provoked by her. I decided I had to do something about this. I planned to talk to her after the assembly. I would just tell her quite openly that I had the hots for her. Not that it wasn’t evident already.

But when I tried to catch up with her, she was already gone. I mean, that girl was fast. By the time Deanna and I had gathered our belongings, she was lost in a sea of our fellow freshmen. It didn’t help that she was not that tall, maybe 5’4″ or so and it looked like the entire basketball team was in the aisle.

By the time we had wormed our way outside, there was no sign of her, and although I looked for her everywhere we went that day, I didn’t see her again. I could only hope to have a class with her or see her somewhere on campus after classes started.

When we got in her car to go home, Deanna spoke up about the incident in the auditorium.

“I can’t believe you came during that boring talk,” she said as she started the car.

“Well, I wasn’t exactly thinking about what they were talking about.”

“Yeah, I know what, or rather who, you were thinking about.”

“Hey, it was more fun than that talk they were giving us about the need to grow up and be responsible for ourselves. What childish bullshit. Can you believe they were discussing that stuff, like how to open a bank account and how important it was to stay on top of your studies?”

“I get it,” Deanna said. “They obviously have a lot of kids come here their freshman year totally unprepared for life.” Then she changed the subject back to my climax. “Honestly, though, I’ve never seen you like this. It’s like you’re obsessed with that girl.”

“I have to get her in bed, Deanna. I don’t think I can accept not fucking her.”

“Why? What makes her so important? Is it that you have made it obvious you want to get with her but she turned you down?”

I thought about that for a second. Deanna may have a point. Being turned down was bad for the ego. It had never happened to me before — okay, it had, but not often — and I was hurt that this Lisa girl wasn’t ready to yank her panties down for me, especially after I knew she had seen at least one of our movies. Several times, according to her. She had to know I had the major hots for her. Hadn’t she seen how good I could be in bed?

“Listen,” Deanna began, “she’s taken. You should respect that. Maybe she will pretend her girlfriend Brenda is you tonight? Maybe she has the hots for you as much as you have them for her. All I know is she told me she would love to get with us but she has a steady girlfriend.”

“Wait a minute!” I interrupted. “She said she would ‘love to get with us’ and you didn’t tell me that?”

“I didn’t?” Deanna asked.

“No, you didn’t!”

“I thought I did.”

“No. Believe me, I would remember if you did. That’s a major difference maker.”

Deanna’s mouth twitched into an ‘oh well’ smirk, like some kind of lip shrug, which was accompanied by an actual shrug. “Sorry. I thought I told you that.”

I slumped in my seat in disgust.

“There is one other thing” Deanna continued. “I didn’t want to say anything at the time because I knew you already felt kinda bad for coming in the middle of the assembly, but you definitely had a wet patch on your butt when you got up from your seat. You must have squirted or something.”

“What?! Why didn’t you say something?”

“I told you why I didn’t. Anyway, there wasn’t much you could have done about it.”

“That’s true, but you should have told me.”

“Sorry. Jeez, anybody ever tell you that you’re not easy to be with when you’ve been rejected?” she said before adding, “I’ve never seen you squirt before.”

“I don’t squirt.”

“Well, it looked like enough pussy juice for it. You had a spot the size of Texas back there.”

I looked daggers at her. “Are you saying my ass is bigger than Texas?”

Deanna looked at me and burst out laughing. “No. I’m just exaggerating to let you know it was pretty big. Fuck! Remind me never to turn you down when you want sex.”

“Speaking of which,” I said.

“So, you couldn’t have Princess Lisa, so you’re gonna settle for me?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You might as well have.”

“Do you wanna fuck when we get to my house, or not?”

“You think I’m gonna say no after saying to remind me never to turn you down? You might explode all over my nice, clean car.”

“Ha. Fucking. Ha.” I said.

“Even after that orgasm in the assembly, you want more?”

“Since when did one time satisfy me?” I said, staring out at the traffic on the freeway… traffic that was keeping me from getting home and having sex with my best friend.

“Well, that’s true,” she said, changing lanes and earning a blast from the horn of the car she cut off.

Deanna ignored it and smiled over at me. “So… you’re horny?”

“Extremely.”

Her grin widened. “I dare you to strip your shorts off and rub one off.”

I looked at her. She was serious, and the idea immediately put me in a better frame of mind. I always liked to do stuff like that. I can’t tell you how often the two of us masturbated in my mom’s car while going somewhere. We used to make it a race to see who could come first.

“What about you?” I asked. “Are you horny, too?”

“Yeah, but I’m driving.”

“That’s no problem,” I said, reaching over to undo her shorts. “I can rub it for you while I rub myself.”

“Cheryl! What are you doing?”

“Getting us off in traffic,” I said, as if we did this every day.

After I had her shorts and panties around her knees, I reached down and pulled my own shorts and panties completely off. Deanna did her best to keep her eyes on the traffic, knowing full well this was going to happen just as I had said it would.

When I was naked from the waist down, I leaned back in my seat and started playing with myself, rubbing my soaking wet pussy (it hadn’t really ‘dried up’ since the assembly), and licking the juices off my saturated fingers, only to reach once more for my cunt.

After doing this for a minute, I reached over with my left hand and began fingering Deanna and flicking her clit. She was rather wet herself. My right hand dove into my pussy again. I was going to get both of us off right there on the busy freeway.

We had slowed quite a bit, and if people had looked at us, they might have been able to figure out what we were doing. In fact, I’m fairly certain the driver of the car in front of us could tell my hand was in Deanna’s lap, if nothing else. I mean, my arm was definitely extended in that direction and jiggling a bit as I rubbed her clit.

“Oh my God,” Deanna said. “Gonna come.”

And she did, all while doing her best to keep the car going in a straight line, or at least straight enough to stay in our lane.

Her coming triggered my own orgasm, of course. I know if the driver in front of us was paying attention, he would have seen my face contort into one of those pleasure grimaces we all know so well.

When I had finished getting the two of us off, I leaned over and put my face in Deanna’s lap.

“What the fuck?! No, Cheryl! You’re gonna make me wreck!”

“Then pull over,” I said, and dove into her pussy.

It wasn’t easy to lick her like this, however. It was kinda hard to get my tongue really in there to lick her clit from that angle directly above her lap. I stayed with it for about a minute before giving up. Deanna was getting too tensed up anyway.

Sitting back up, I said, “You wanna lick me?”

“When we get to your place, yes. I can’t right now, Cheryl, because I’m doing this thing called driving, and I have to be able to see where we’re going,” she said, the sound of sarcasm ringing from every syllable.

I laughed, causing her to look my way and smile. I was feeling more like myself, but I still wanted to meet this girl and, well, get to know her — like every inch of her.

When we got to my house, we managed to both get naked before we even got to the bedroom. When we entered the room I shared with Jenna, Sonia, and Sophia, the twins were lying in bed reading. They had only gotten prettier since their arrival three years ago. We said hi to them, then we got into bed, immediately moving into a sixty-nine.

At one point I looked up and saw the twins had gotten undressed as well and were watching us and masturbating. Later, I noticed they had formed their own sixty-nine, and we made love together to our own partners.

After Deanna and I came a couple of times, we joined the twins on their bed.

Sonia lay next to Deanna and Sophia snuggled up to me. My hand went to her little butt, and I began to massage the firm flesh there, dipping my fingers underneath her to smear the juices around in her pussy and over that gorgeous, little butthole. Her own hand went to my pussy and began to rub my clit.

I could hear Sonia and Deanna as they kissed, and Sonia moved down to suck Deanna’s breasts. Soon the four of us were in a pair of sixty-nines.

I loved the taste of the twins’ pussies. And those two could have at least a dozen orgasms in about an hour of making love. They were as sexual as I was at that age. I guess starting early has its benefits.

That night I lay there next to Jenna, talking about the girl I had become obsessed with. She agreed that I should do my best to hook up with her.

I fell asleep thinking of her, wondering if we would ever get together.

As it turned out, it was a couple of months later, after I had accepted the fact that it would never happen because of some things that occurred later.

But once we met again under, well, more favorable circumstances, things got very interesting very quickly.

Continue on to Chapter 66

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 64

  • Posted on December 17, 2016 at 4:01 pm

The Movie

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

As we entered the lovely bedroom, Deanna and I dropped our book bags on the floor away from the bed, as instructed by Bob, and plopped down on the bed, where we toed our saddle oxfords off to let them fall to the floor with a series of thumps. We settled in for a long chat to set the proper mood. Bob had said he didn’t want the talk to start out too sexy, and with the mood Deanna and I were in, it was difficult not to get started with the sex.

Arranging ourselves so that we were sitting across from each other on the bed, heels tucked and knees spread to reveal our panties to the camera, I began the conversation.

“Are you going to Becky’s party this weekend? I hear it’s going to be a blast.”

Deanna stretched, pushing her boobs out as she did, and ending by placing one hand on her bare thigh to rub it lightly.

“Yeah,” she said. “I wouldn’t miss it for anything. I wonder what her parents would say if they knew she was having a party while they’re out of town?”

“They’d probably shit a gold brick,” I said, grabbing and opening the nail polish and starting to polish my toenails.

“As much money as they have, it would have to be gold!” Deanna said, laughing.

I joined her in the laughter, but quickly moved on.

“Change of subject! Did you hear the latest about Monique Harris?”

“Depends,” Deanna said. “I’m not sure what I heard was the latest.”

“Have you heard she got caught in bed with Tommy Morton AND Suzi Hirsch?”

“No!”

“Yeah, I heard it from Greg Murray, Tommy’s best friend. He said Monique’s father had a cow when he walked in on them. She’s been grounded for, like, two months. The weird part is they were mostly pissed about Suzi being there and Monique and her getting it on. I mean, Tommy’s the one who could get her pregnant.”

“Monique’s a skank,” Deanna said. “She’ll fuck anything that’s available, be it male, female, dildo, or dog.”

“Dog?” I asked, incredulous.

“Well, I’m not sure about that, but it wouldn’t surprise me.”

“Fuck! I didn’t even know she was bi,” I said.

“Hell, I’ve known Monique is bi for years,” Deanna said.

“You have?” I asked, curiosity in my voice.

“Yeah.”

“And how, exactly, would you come to know something so private as that?”

“Oh, I just knew,” Deanna said, obviously hiding a secret before changing the subject to nail polish.

“Is that cherry red?”

“Yeah, wanna use some?”

“Sure,” she said. “Cherry red’s my fave.”

“Okay, you can use it when I’m finished… BUT you have to tell me how you knew Monique was bi first.”

Deanna chuckled, playing her part to the hilt. She was a natural actress, and I wondered how good Marie would be in a movie like this.

“I don’t have to tell you anything,” she said, still laughing.

“You do if you want to use my cherry red,” I said, dabbing polish on my right pinkie toe.

“No fair,” she said. “It’s too personal.”

I looked at her, eyebrows raised. “Too personal to tell your BFF?”

Deanna blushed. She actually blushed. Like I said, she’s a natural born actress.

“Yeah, even too personal for that,” she said, burying her face in a pillow she’d grabbed from the bed and placed on her raised knees, keeping her panty-covered pussy on display for the camera. See what I mean? Natural.

“Oh. My. God.”

“What?” she said, her voice muffled by the pillow.

“You did it with Monique, didn’t you?”

“No,” she said, but without any conviction, almost sounding like a question. “I don’t want to talk about it. I shouldn’t have said anything about Monique, okay?”

I reached out and touched her arm, stroking it. “Hey, it’s okay if you did. I don’t care. You’re still my best friend, okay?”

She looked up from the pillow. “You’re okay with it?”

“Yeah, sure. Hey, I’ve done things I don’t advertise to the world, too, you know.”

“Like what?” she asked.

I acted flustered, as if I hadn’t meant for the conversation to turn to that topic. “Well, like–Oh! I got all my earrings by swiping them at the mall!”

“I knew that. Remember? I’ve been with you three times to distract the salesgirl.”

“Oh,” I said, obviously trying not to tell her anything too ‘private’ about my character’s fictional life.

“Come on! You know a big secret about me that you never knew before! Now you have to tell me what you were OBVIOUSLY thinking about when you said that about doing stuff you didn’t want the world to know!”

I took this big sigh and said, “Okay, fine. But you have to swear you will never tell a soul.”

“If I tell, then you can tell about me and Monique.”

“Oh, yeah, I guess that’s right.”

“That’s why you have to tell me something naughty about yourself. So I’ll have something on you to keep you from telling about me.”

“Well, okay. I like to… well… I um….”

“Out with it!” Deanna shouted.

“Okay! I always masturbate before I go to sleep at night! Even when I stay the night with another girl or something, even with you!”

“Fuck, I knew that!”

 I acted shocked. “You did? How? How did you know?”

“Are you kidding? You think I could sleep with you over there touching yourself? Your arm all jiggly, and the sound of wet pussy. Oh, God! And your breathing getting all ragged and everything? It nearly drove me wild! I didn’t do or say anything because I didn’t want to embarrass you. I mean, do you know what it’s like to lie there listening to that and not being able to do something about it? My pussy was on fire but I couldn’t even touch it, or you might feel all bad about being caught!”

“Holy shit! You knew? And you just lay there listening to me come?”

“Yes, Princess Cheryl! You got to get off, but I had to lie there for another hour or so, trying to calm down. I couldn’t even do it after you fell asleep because if you woke up, you might get all embarrassed thinking I was doing it because I caught you. Which would be the truth, of course.”

“God, Deanna, I’m sorry. You should have, I don’t know, said something, or done something.”

I held out my arms to hug Deanna, and she moved to hug me back. We sat there on the bed, holding each other for a while. Finally, without moving away from her, I said, “Wait a second. Your pussy was on fire listening to me getting off?”

I felt her nod against my shoulder and neck.

“Did you want to… do things with me like you did with Monique?”

I felt her shrug. “So sue me. I’m not bi, Cheryl. I’m lesbian. I don’t like guys in that way.”

“You mean, you’ve thought about me in that way for a while?”

“Yeah.”

“And all that talk about which guys you liked was just…talk?” Another nod.

We ended the hug and leaned back from each other.

“Are you,” I paused to make it seem I was gathering the words together to speak out loud, “in love with me?”

“I’m surprised you didn’t figure it out by now,” she said. “You never noticed how I look at you sometimes?”

“I guess I did, but I just thought you were just — I don’t know — being a best friend or something.”

“Would a best friend do this?” she asked, and leaned in, kissing me lightly on the lips.

I kissed back. Then she kissed me again, and I kissed back harder.

“Are we going to…” I said, leaving the end hanging in the air between us.

She chuckled at that. “I hope so!” she said, grinning. “Are we?” she asked.

Of course, Deanna and I had worked all this out over the past week. We had known exactly where we wanted the scene to lead. I was struck how much truth there was to the expression that art imitates life because our conversation was modeling exactly what had happened to us several years ago, when I discovered she was in love with me. We had grown up a lot in the meantime, and while we certainly loved each other, it was now more like the love of a sister — well, an incestuous sister — than a future spouse. We each had accepted this and knew we would still be lovers for life. We just didn’t plan on marrying each other, knowing that person was still out there somewhere.

We continued the scene.

“When you say, ‘Are we?’ you do mean, are we going to make love, don’t you?” I asked.

She nodded, holding my gaze with eyes that were misty with desire.

“Yeah, I guess we are… if you want to,” I said.

“Want to?! It’s a dream come true!” she said, and then we were lying on the bed, making out like two horny teenagers, which was exactly what we were.

We continued to kiss for several minutes before she reached for my chest and started to undo the buttons of my school-girl uniform. I did the same to her. Soon we were in only our skirts and panties, our boobs exposed to each other.

We approached this scene as if it were our first time together. I could feel the energy between us. We’d met when were were nine, and now we were eighteen, so we had known each other for half our lives, and in some ways this was as romantic as the first time we had sex after we got together again when I found out she loved me.

She dipped her head to my left breast and began to toy with my nipple using her tongue, lips, and teeth.

And then… Bob stopped everything. “Cut!” he yelled, causing me to startle. I had actually forgotten for a second that there was a roomful of people watching because we were making a movie. I looked at him as if he’d lost his mind. Stop?! Now?!

We started to move, but Bob stopped us. “No, don’t move. Just listen.” We froze in place.

“Okay, girls, so far so good. As soon as you are both naked, I want the two of you to get into a sixty-nine. That’s how I want Kay to find you. At first, she’ll be pissed to the max, but then she’ll realize that seeing the two of you like this is a wonderful opportunity. And remember, Cheryl, no–”

“I know!” I said, not only on edge sexually but pissed he wouldn’t leave the incest warnings alone. “No sexual touching of my mom except to touch her butt. I get it, Bob!”

“Okay, okay. You don’t have to be so touchy,” he said, holding his hands out in a ‘calm down’ gesture.

“Well, you don’t have to keep repeating the warning every time you give me any directions. I’m not nine anymore.”

“So I noticed,” he said, leering openly at my boobs with a silly grin on his face.

I couldn’t help it. His comment made me laugh, and Deanna joined in as well.

They re-positioned us for the camera and Bob called for quiet and said, “Action!”

Deanna continued her assault on my boobs, and I felt my clit responding again. I reached out and started pinching Deanna’s nipples.

She reached down and began to unfasten and unzip my skirt. I lifted my hips, helping her to push it down far enough for me to kick it aside. She began kissing her way down my belly, each touch of her lips seeming to leave a small fire in its wake. Then she was removing my panties.

It occurred to me that this moment would mark the first time America saw my pussy. Anyone who was either old enough to buy or rent the video, or sneaky enough to get a copy of it if they weren’t old enough, would be able to see my bare pussy. I was bare of any hair, as I would be my entire life since I had had the hair removed permanently, and my wet lips were now on full display.

The thought of so many people masturbating to that moment sent shivers of lust through my body.

Then Deanna was toying with those lips, spreading them. I wondered if anyone watching a close-up of my cunt could tell that technically, I was a virgin. No boy or man had ever had his cock inside me, and they never would if I had anything to say about it. I’d had other things up there — fingers, small dildos, hairbrush handles, a capped magic marker, even a lipstick once. But no cock. I decided they probably couldn’t tell, but maybe I could do an interview sometime and tell the world that Cheryl Leanne Taylor was a lifelong virgin as far as men went.

Soon, Deanna was licking my juice-covered lips. I was in heaven. Her talented mouth made my cunt cream. I felt the juices gushing from my vagina. Deanna, pussy connoisseur that she was, swallowed it all as soon as it dripped from deep inside.

I wanted this to move along, so I said to Deanna, “Twirl around so I can get to you, too.”

She did, and I worked at getting my best friend naked for the cameras. Once she was nude, I plunged my face between her thighs and began licking, while my fingers touched her butthole, tickling it and pushing a finger just inside before pulling it out again. We’d both had enemas before makeup, and had made sure we were clean down there because we intended to do more than just touch each other there during either the first part of the scene or the second part with my mom here.

We licked each other’s pussy until we were just about to come when my mom shouted, “What the fuck is going on here?!”

Again, I had been enjoying the sex so much I had forgotten we were making a movie. Apparently, Deanna had too, since she jumped as if she’d been touched by a live wire.

We both scrambled up from our sixty-nine and struggled to cover ourselves with the blankets and sheets of the mussed bed.

The surprise, shock, and fear on our faces were real.

I got control of myself and continued with the film. “Mom? What are you doing home?”

“I had a doctor’s appointment for a checkup today and came home after it. Anyway, I’m not the one who has some explaining to do. What the hell are you two doing having sex with each other? Cheryl, are you a lesbian?”

“So what if I am? You always said we are what we are. If I’m a lesbian, then I’m a lesbian. That’s really none of your business.”

“Ms. Taylor,” Deanna began. Mom turned her shocked expression to her.

“What, Deanna?”

“I’m sorry. You see, we were just, you know, talking about stuff, and I accidentally let Cheryl know I’d done it with another girl we know. Well, one thing led to another, and, well, we decided to do it together. I’ve wanted to do this for over a year now because I am a lesbian, even if Cheryl’s just, you know, trying it out.”

Mom got a curious look on her face. “You know you’ve been a lesbian for over a year?”

Deanna nodded. “Yes.”

“And you’ve wanted to have sex with Cheryl for at least that long?” Mom asked.

“At least.”

Mom looked at me. “So this is the first time you’ve done anything sexual, Cheryl?”

“Well, not exactly,” I said.

“What does that mean?” Mom asked.

“I’ve, um, masturbated.”

Mom seemed to consider that. “That’s no problem. Everyone does. Do you mean you’ve never had a sexual partner before today, though?”

“Yes, Mom. I swear. Deanna’s the first.”

“No boys?” Mom said.

“No. No boys,” I answered.

Mom was getting flushed, indicating she was horny and enjoying this scene a lot.

She sat on the bed and looked at us.

“How long have you thought about girls?” she asked me.

I glanced at Deanna. “For a while now, maybe since middle school.”

Deanna looked at me, pretended surprise that looked very real showing on her face. “Really? You mean we could have been doing this since middle school?”

“Deanna!” my mom said. “This is hardly the time to be having recriminations about not starting a sexual relationship with my daughter earlier.”

“Sorry,” Deanna said.

“I’m just at a loss about what to do,” Mom said.

“Ms. Taylor?” Deanna said.

“What?”

“I have a confession. Cheryl isn’t the only person I’ve wanted to have sex with.”

“Oh?”

“I mean, you’re, like, really pretty and, um, really sexy, you know?”

“Me? You want to have sex with me?” Mom’s voice suggested both incredulity and flattery.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Taylor, but I just now realized that I should tell people if I want to make love with them. If I’d done that with Cheryl, we could have been enjoying each other for much longer.” My mom looked annoyed at the second mention of possibly getting together when we were in middle school. Deanna shrugged and said, “Sorry. But if I’m honest, I have to tell you that if I’d known she wanted to back then, we would have. It’s just that I don’t want to waste the opportunity to tell you how I feel.”

Mom just stared at Deanna as she continued.

Looking my mom in the eyes, Deanna said, “I want to be honest here. You see, I’ve also masturbated a lot thinking of you. I mean, don’t you think I’m at least just a little bit pretty? A little bit sexy?”

“Well,” Mom began, playing her part so well. The confusion over desire and doing what was ‘right’ was obvious on her face. “Yes, I can easily say you are pretty. Very much so, Deanna. And, well, I guess I think you are even sexy. Maybe even more than just a little bit. But that doesn’t mean we should just jump into bed together.”

Deanna let the covers drop, revealing her boobs to my mom as she said, “Ms. Taylor, what did you think when you saw me and Cheryl in a sixty-nine.”

“I was pissed.”

“No, I mean before it registered that your daughter was having sex with her best friend right in front of you. I mean, the split second you saw us. Did it, you know, turn you on first, before you got mad?”

Mom’s expression changed from angry and confused to wondering. You could see the wheels turning inside her head, as if she really had just caught her daughter having sex with another girl for the first time, and reaching a realization that the scene had at first turned her on.

“Well, maybe a little, but–”

“But nothing!” Deanna said. “It turned you on. You enjoyed seeing two teenage girls making love with each other. Only when you thought about your daughter doing that did you get mad.”

“Well, yes, of course. I’m her mother. I’m supposed to get pissed if I catch her in bed with someone and she hasn’t even graduated from high school yet.”

“Well, there are only a few months left before graduation. Does that moment really hold some kind of magic clock that suddenly it’s okay if she follows her passions?” Deanna said. We had purposely included the high school aspect of the scene because we often discussed the whole “reaching a particular birthday makes you an adult” bullshit.

“Okay, I can see your point,” Mom said. “But still…” Mom hesitated as Deanna pulled the covers down, revealing our naked bodies to my mom.

“But still, nothing,” Deanna said. “We’re two horny teenagers. You’re a horny, single mom. Instead of being angry, you should just join us so you and I can get together, too. You won’t regret it, I promise.”

“You really want to make love with me?” Mom asked.

“I’ve wanted to for a long time,” Deanna said.

“But what about Cheryl?” she asked, looking at me for the first time since Deanna had begun talking to her about her feelings.

“What about her? You don’t have to do anything with her, and she doesn’t have to do anything with you. We can just all enjoy this opportunity,” Deanna said.

“I… I don’t know… it’s… well, it’s tempting.”

“Come on, Mom. It’s not incest if we don’t do anything to each other,” I said.

Mom looked at me. “You’re okay with this? It won’t bother you if I join in?”

“Of course not,” I said. “I’m old enough to know you have needs too. Just because you’re my mom doesn’t mean you never get horny.”

Mom sat there beside us on the bed for a moment before Deanna leaned over to her and started unbuttoning her blouse. Then the bra was off, and Mom joined us on the bed.

Deanna pulled her into an embrace, and they kissed. It started innocently, but it quickly moved into very hot.

I shifted my position to remove my mom’s other clothing while she and Deanna made out. I had checked, and it was okay if I helped in taking my mom’s clothes off. I guess that’s because moms and daughters frequently help each other into and out of clothing without having sex. Although why not was still beyond me.

Deanna moved down to be able to lick Mom’s pussy. As she did this, and Mom moved to lie on her back, I managed to fondle my mom’s ass for a second. I was determined to get away with what I could. I could feel Bob’s stare without even looking his way.

After Deanna brought Mom to an orgasm, we got back into our sixty-nine, with me lying on top of Deanna. My ass, therefore, was waving in the wind, so to speak, and I felt Mom’s hand caress it for a couple of seconds. Nothing more, of course, but I was happy Mom had pushed that envelope as well.

After a while, all three of us lay on the bed, softly caressing each other. Mom and I would caress each other’s arms and shoulders, but nothing more than that. Deanna had one hand on each of us. Mom and I were on our sides facing each other with Deanna between.

Deanna looked from Mom to me and back again before delivering the last line of the scene. “Now, all we have to do is change those pesky incest laws to allow women to enjoy it since they can’t get each other pregnant.”

“Cut!” Bob yelled. “What the fuck was that?” he said to Deanna.

“The last line of the scene,” she said.

“We can’t say that?”

“Why not? We’re just exercising our right to free speech.”

“She’s right, Bob,” Mom said. “We can say it, we just can’t legally do it…yet.” She grinned at him.

“Fine,” he said. “I’ll talk to the lawyers to make sure there won’t be any problems. If there are, it ends up on the floor.”

He was referring to the editing room floor, of course, but as it turned out, the line stayed in.

The next day we filmed the add-ins, as planned. They took more time than the sex scene because of all the equipment to set up for each one. We’d wait around while the crew set up the cameras and everything, do the short scene, then move the cameras and lights to another place in the house for the next add-in. Finally, though, we were finished.

My first movie was filmed, well a scene really, and Bob would be releasing it on the company’s pay-to-view website in about a week, which was how long it would take for editing to do their work with it, adding credits, inserting other effects, that sort of thing. If it had been a full movie, it could take over a month to finish editing, but this was a scene with a few add-ins, so it was easy.

It was the year 2000, and movies and scenes like ours were popping up all over the internet, which had gained a lot of popularity in the past few years, probably more for the porn than anything else. At one point, our scene was the most-watched scene on the website. That was good for a number of reasons, not the least of them the fact it would earn both Deanna and me more money. We were newcomers, of course, and Mom made like three times what Deanna and I did for the scene, but porn was easy work, not to mention a LOT of fun.

With our scene’s popularity sealed, my debut was a success. Chandra was right. All I had to do was be myself.

Well, except for the desire that kept gnawing at me to start licking my mother’s pussy during the filming.

Continue on to Chapter 65

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 63

  • Posted on December 11, 2016 at 5:39 pm

Cheryl’s Commercial Movie Debut

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

It was settled. Mom had agreed to make the movie with me, but Bob warned all of us that in no way could I actually do anything with my mom on camera.

“The viewers will know you are her daughter, since that is going to be a selling point for the movie,” he said. “So any sexual contact between the two of you, no matter what you do in your private lives, will land all of us in jail. About the most you can do is put your hand on her butt.”

“Jeez, Bob!” I said, “Stop worrying. I get it, okay?” He was really starting to irk me with his constant reminders. He was treating me as if I was still a little girl of eight or nine, not a young woman of eighteen.

The three of us were in makeup, each sitting in our chair with a woman applying the proper amounts of foundation, lip gloss, eye shadow, mascara and pancake to prevent us from looking either like ghosts or like cheap hookers. The same women did our hair, too.

We were naked to get makeup, except we were wearing bathrobes, which I thought was silly, but as Mom said, “It’s what’s expected.” Me? I wanted to get things started. I’d been horny and on edge all day. My mood got so bad that morning that Jenna went for a bike ride instead of being in the same house with me.

“Fuck, Cheryl!” she said as she went out the door. “If this is how you’re gonna be whenever you make a movie, I hope this is your last one.”

I won’t go into what prompted her to say that because it’s kind of embarrassing I was being so difficult. All I’ll do is admit she was right. I was being very bitchy.

Deanna seemed to be totally unfazed by the movie we were making. Mostly, she was spending the money she’d be making. She kept going on about what she would get with the money to the point I was starting to hate her.

I’m not sure why I was so out of sorts, but I was. Deanna went so far as to ask if I might start bleeding during the movie, thus suggesting I was PMS-ing like crazy.

“I finished two weeks ago,” was my sullen response.

Mom seemed to be the only person not bothered by my mood. Mostly, she just ignored me and my little tantrums. But I guess she’d been around them for eighteen years, so they no longer seemed to faze her.

Bob came into the makeup room and told us we could begin as soon as we were finished with makeup.

“I’m finished now,” I said, but Chandra, the woman doing my makeup disagreed.

Placing a strong hand on my shoulder to nudge me back into my chair, she said, “You ain’t done yet, girl. Keep your robe on til I tell you you’re done. You’ll get that pussy licked soon enough.”

I knew Chandra from my years of coming to the set. She’d been working for Bob’s production company for about seven years now, doing makeup and hair. I just stared in the mirror at her reflection and made a face, squinching up my nose and eyes to show my anger. She was old enough to be my grandmother, and I usually gave her the respect she deserved.

“Don’t be giving me that look, missy. You know me well enough to know I’ll put you over my knee and give you what for.”

“Mom wouldn’t let you,” I said, earning a chuckle from my mother.

“Sure she would,” Chandra said. “In fact I bet she’d help hold you down.”

“She’s right, you know,” Mom said.

Chandra was a large African-American woman who didn’t take lip from anyone, especially an eighteen-year-old girl like me that she’d known since I was eleven. She must weigh three hundred pounds, and she was threatening to use all of them to crush me.

I did the only thing I could do when threatened by a woman so much bigger and older: I sat back, folded my arms in defiance, and pouted.

Because I’d been so uncooperative, Mom and Deanna were done with hair and makeup well before I was. As if from some invisible signal, Mom rose from her chair and said to Deanna, “Let’s go check out the set.”

They were gone, and now only Chandra and I remained in the makeup room.

She was working on my hair and began nonchalantly. “Okay, Littlebit, what’s goin’ on?”

She had always called me ‘Littlebit’ because I always had ‘a little bit of mischief’ in me. “As well as a little bit of horniness,” she would add with a laugh. She had never shown any interest in doing anything sexual with me or anyone else on the set. To her, this was just a job, but she was well respected by every member of the production crew. One new young actress had cussed her one time, calling her a — well you know the word I mean — and Bob fired her on the spot. I was in the room when it happened because my mom was getting her makeup done as well at that moment and I was just hanging out with her.

When she said that word, all eyes in the room turned to look at the actress as if she’d lost her mind, but as my mom said later, “Honey, she never had a mind to lose.” Bob had overheard it, and he burst into the room. He was so angry he could barely speak. I was frightened because I thought he might hit her, but he didn’t. Instead, he picked up the girl’s clothes that were on a chair nearby, tossed them at her, and told her to get the hell out. She argued, trying to explain herself, but he didn’t care. He wouldn’t even let her get dressed, making her leave the building naked, since the robe belonged to the production company.

The actress’s protests of possibly getting arrested for public nudity were met with his response of “Good! You deserve to be in jail.” Needless to say, the girl probably, as they say, ‘never worked in this town again.’ Bob knew everyone in the business, and I’m certain he made sure she didn’t find work in the adult film industry after that, at least not in California, which back then was about the only place in the U. S. where adult films were made for worldwide distribution.

Anyway, that’s how respected Chandra is.

When she asked me ‘what’s going on’ I just slumped down in my chair and started to tear up.

“Don’t you go crying now,” she said. “Tears will just mess with your makeup and I don’t wanna have to do it again. You’re real pretty with no blemishes, but I don’t want you to have to sit in here any longer than you have to, not to mention it would piss Bob off royally that you were making everyone late.”

She handed me a tissue, and I dabbed my eyes to prevent the tears from spilling over.

“I don’t know, Chandra. I’ve just been a bitch all day. Actually going into last night.”

Chandra smiled at me. Her grin was huge and her teeth were as white as milk. “Girl, you just got the nerves, that’s all. You’re putting too much stock into this one movie. You’re thinkin’ if you don’t do well, your professional life as a porn star will be just one film that is mostly forgettable.”

I looked at her and I think my jaw may have dropped. It was either like having a ton of bricks lifted from me, the news of what was going on inside me was so welcome, or like a ton of bricks had been dropped on me, the shock of hearing it was so great. I hadn’t realized it before, but everything she was saying was true. I had been worried that the movie wouldn’t turn out to be as good as I’d been hoping. I was afraid this would be it. I’d been secretly waiting anxiously to turn eighteen so I could follow in my mother’s footsteps, and I worried that now that it was a reality, she might be disappointed in me if I failed, regardless of her misgivings a few weeks ago.

It’s funny how we can obsess over things and not realize it. All of this sudden knowledge hit me, like that ton of bricks.

“How did you know?” I asked. “I didn’t even know, really.”

“First, you ain’t the first girl to come in here feeling that way. Second, you’re too close to your own feelings, so you sometimes don’t see ‘em. I’m not, so I can see what you’re too upset to notice.”

“What will I do if this fails?” I asked.

“Honey, you’ll just keep goin’ with your life. It’s a good one, you know. I wasn’t sure about your mama lettin’ you do sex things when you were little, but now I see you’re just fine. No big hangups, no resentment. You’re charmed with good luck and the fact you’ve been allowed to live the life you feel in your soul. Lotsa people can’t say that, you know.”

Suddenly, I was consumed with love for this woman who’d mostly been a peripheral presence in my life until then. I wondered why I had never seen the wisdom that lived behind those eyes so dark they looked like coal. I actually smiled for the first time in quite a few hours.

She smiled back at me and returned to doing my hair, nothing major, just a French braid.

“Sweetie, you just go out there and do what comes naturally to you and you’ll be fine, and so will this movie. For the people who pay for this kind of film, this will be a classic. You’re the daughter of one of the most famous porn stars in the world, and you’re appearing in your debut film with her playing your mother. If you go out there and just enjoy yourself the way I’ve seen you enjoying yourself on these sets for so many years–” her tongue clicked on the roof of her mouth, making a wet snapping sound –”everything will work out fine. Believe me, it will.”

“Thank you, Chandra. I love you, you know.”

“Oh, child, you just need to learn there’s a lot of things us old folks can help you with because we’ve just been around a whole lot longer than you.”

We laughed together and the self-made cloud that had been raining on my parade disappeared.

Within five minutes, I was ready, and when Bob came in looking angry and found Chandra and me laughing together, with me almost ready, his look changed from pissed to confused in less than a second, which made Chandra and me laugh even harder.

I stepped out of the makeup room and followed a still confused Bob to the set. The bedroom where the scene would take place was beautiful. The walls were a soft pink, and there were various red set pieces to form a sort of contrast. There were red pillow cases and a red quilt on the bed, which had a shiny, white headboard for more contrast, and Deanna and I would be putting cherry red nail polish on our nails while we talked about sexual topics prior to deciding to experiment with each other. To set off the reds and soft pink, the sliding glass door’s curtains, which were partially open to show the pool and its tantalizing blue water in the background, were a brilliant white, like the headboard of the bed, which was plush and inviting.

Bob looked at Deanna and me. “Wardrobe has your outfits ready, schoolgirl uniforms that have been sized to fit you both like gloves that are tight in all the right places. As soon as you’re dressed, you’ll come back here and we’ll begin shooting.”

“Okay,” I said. “Where’s my mom?”

“Already in wardrobe.”

“Oh, okay. Duh,” I added.

He looked at me, still not understanding my quick mood change. “Not that I want you to go back to being the harpy you were a short time ago, but what happened to change you into, well, Cheryl?”

“Nothing, really. I’d just suggest you pay Chandra whatever she wants so you don’t lose her.”

Deanna was confused, too, but I think she cared less than Bob did. She had known me too long to allow herself to be bothered too much by my moods. She didn’t care how I returned to my old self, as long as I had.

“So, we’ll start with the two of you entering the bedroom together and throwing your book bags, which are over there,’ he said, pointing, “on the floor beside the bed. Make sure they’re not too close to the bed though. We don’t want anyone to have to pick them up to get them out of the way during the scene. Then you’ll sit on the bed to chat. Be sure you’re both sitting with your ankles crossed under you to allow the camera to get a shot of your panties. You know, with your knees spread.”

“Sure thing,” I said. “God knows we’ve teased enough boys together doing that at school.”

“Whatever,” he said. “Do you both know what kinds of topics you’ll talk about? I don’t want you to get into the sex talk too quickly.”

We weren’t given scripts for these movies. We were just expected to improvise conversation to eventually lead to where we were supposed to end up, which was in bed together, of course.

“Yeah,” Deanna said. “We’ve been discussing nothing else for days now.”

“Okay,” he said. “We’re going to shoot the sex scene today and the add-ins tomorrow.”

The ‘add-ins’ were things like the two of us arriving at the house outside, walking through the halls and such on the way to the bedroom, getting a snack in the kitchen, those kinds of things. They would be spliced into the movie later, with the credits overlaid on the images. That was something that would happen in the editing room, of course.

Deanna and I went to get into our school girl outfits. As we dressed, we talked casually.

“It’s funny how the whole world is like, so anti-pedo, yet the most well-liked adult films involve girls who are dressed to suggest they are not over eighteen,” I said.

“Yeah, if the world really understood that children can be just as sexual as any adult, they would lighten up a bit.”

“I’m certainly not for forcing a boy or girl to do anything they don’t want to do,” I said.

“Of course not. That’s sick.”

“But there are a lot of girls like us out there. I mean, look at Callie. All it took was someone who cared about her to introduce her to the joys of sex and she took off like a rocket. And she’s not crazy or suicidal. I think the guilt is what makes many kids who get caught messed up. They’re made to feel dirty and almost sub-human or something,” I said.

“Yeah, you and me and Callie and people like us were never made to feel guilty for having sexual feelings and acting on them.”

As I finished dressing, I said, “I think I’ll pursue that topic in college.”

“Really? Children and sex?” Deanna asked. Her expression told me she was both surprised and intrigued.

“Yeah. You know, like the sexual attitudes of children in a guilt-free atmosphere as opposed to those who are made to feel guilty about it, and the end results, psychologically speaking.”

“Sounds like you might be studying child psychology or something.”

“Yeah,” I said. “It does sound interesting.”

Deanna laughed when she said, “Maybe you and Marie could open your own clinic. She could deal with children’s bodies, and you can deal with their minds!”

I laughed too. We all knew why Marie was studying to be a pediatrician. She had always thought they had the best job because of all the naked children they got to see. Marie had added, “Who knows what might develop between a girl and her doctor?”

Deanna and I reported back to the set. We were ready to begin. I was more relaxed than I’d been in days, thanks to Chandra’s talk with me.

Bob greeted me with, “I talked to Chandra about what happened in there before to make you change your attitude. I told her I might need the psychology to use on Callie one day.”

“What did she say?” I asked him, truly curious if Chandra would tell him.

“She said it was none of my business, and if I needed help with Callie I should just send her to the makeup room.”

I laughed, feeling more love for Chandra. We hadn’t said anything about our conversation being private, but she had known I didn’t want the world to know what I’d been feeling these last few days.

I began to think of this intelligent, African-American, mountain of a woman as my own personal psychologist.

Bob had us leave the room so they could film us entering and started my career by shouting, “Quiet!” All became silent, except for someone saying, “‘School Girls in Private’, scene seven, take one,” followed by the sound of what is called the clapboard slapping its two parts together to make a snapping sound.

I looked at Deanna and held up both hands, crossing my arms and fingers, and she did the same. Our porn career had begun.

We heard Bob say, “Action!” and we entered the room. The opening of the door and our entrance turned us from eighteen-year-old girls into porn actresses. It was an event that had our lives situated on each side. It felt a lot like listening to the numbers of a Powerball and watching as your numbers matched, one by one. There would always be the moment before we walked through that door that stretched backwards in time to our childhoods, and the walking through the door and the future that stretched out before us, a future that forever would change our lives, but always to be marked by that instant.

I couldn’t have been happier, nor more frightened. But I at least had control of the fear now.

Continue on to Chapter 64

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 62

  • Posted on December 5, 2016 at 2:26 pm

A Big Surprise for Callie

By Cheryl Taggert

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Callie shifted in her bed to make room for us, wisely moving to the middle of the queen-size bed to allow us to each lie beside her. I wondered if she had done this before with any of her friends, but I held off asking about it right then. This was a moment for action, not words.

As soon as we settled in beside her, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. It was an adult kiss, complete with tongue. This girl was what I would call a seasoned kisser. She’d definitely done this with someone before, and her expertise suggested it was more than just another eleven-year-old, unless that girl had been with an adult before. In my years of sexual liaisons, I had found that little girls had to be taught how to kiss like this by someone who had also been taught at some point. Of course, that is just common sense, but when I met someone this young who already knew how to kiss, I knew they had a lot of experience.

I couldn’t help myself. After we finished our kiss, I asked, “You’ve done this with someone else before, haven’t you?”

She giggled. “Yeah, one of my dad’s actresses. Her name’s Sandy. She says you guys have done it with her, too. We’ve been doing it for about two years now.” Sandy Beach was one of the girls who had started as soon after her eighteenth birthday as she could. She was only nine years older than me. I’d met her when I was only nine. In fact, she was one of the women downstairs right now, and I wondered if she might guess where we’d disappeared to.

That Callie and Sandy had been fooling around for so long was a surprise, but it explained why she could kiss so well. I also felt she might be pretty good at some other things, too. “Do your mom and dad know she’s done it with you?”

“Uh-uh! I think my dad would kill her.” For some reason, I doubted that. In fact I didn’t think he would even be that upset. Her mom might — I didn’t know her that well — but Bob was all about sex. I was surprised he hadn’t done anything with Callie before, which was what I would assume based on her response to my question about her parents.

“Speaking of my parents, we better hurry. If my mom or dad come in, they’ll shit.”

Good point. Action time. While Callie and I made out, Deanna moved to the little girl’s pussy.

“My god, you’re so wet!” Deanna said. “I never got this wet when I was nine.”

Callie giggled. “My spit helps, and besides I’ve already come twice tonight.”

Deanna dived into the girl’s pussy and Callie moved to suck my nipples. As she did, her hand moved down my tummy to my pussy and she began fingering me.

She sucked my boobs like a pro, seeming to know when to nibble and when to back off and lick or suck gently. And her fingers were working a magic all their own.

Callie must have already been close to another orgasm, because she started to squeal softly and buck her hips into Deanna’s mouth within two minutes of Deanna’s assault on the hairless mound. She was obviously practiced at keeping quiet during an orgasm because if I’d been outside her door, I wouldn’t have heard a sound while she came.

I decided I needed more than fingers in my pussy. I wanted to find out how good this little girl was at licking me.

Disengaging my tit from her mouth, I moved to kneel over her head. She grinned as she realized what I was doing, even smacking her lips in anticipation of eating my own bare pussy.

Lowering my muffin to her mouth, I felt her tongue reach out and lick my clit as it got close. Then her lips locked onto my mound and her tongue began its delightful explorations of every crevice and fold of slick flesh. Sandy had taught her well. This girl seemed as if she were born to lick pussy.

I watched Deanna as she licked Callie’s slit, bathing the girl’s cunt with her tongue. I could see the outer lips of Callie’s pussy being shifted around by Deanna’s tongue as my best friend swiped back and forth on the girl’s clit.

I decided I wanted my turn tasting Callie. I imagined her soft, smooth labia against my tongue and felt a jolt of pleasure deep inside my pussy.

I tapped Deanna on the shoulder and asked her to make room for me to join her. Deanna smiled and lifted Callie’s legs and hips to expose her little rosebud, which we were both happy to see was clean. Callie now had her knees nearly touching the bed on either side of her. She gave a soft squeal as Deanna began tonguing her butthole as I leaned in and tasted the delicious young-girl pussy.

Occasionally, Deanna and I would stop our licking to kiss, sharing the eleven-year-old’s pussy juices and savoring the moment.

“Put a finger in me,” I heard Callie say as she stopped licking me just long enough to make her request.

Who was I to say no to that? I took my index finger and gently inserted it into the soaking wet pussy. It was tight, but an easy fit. My finger slid in without any trouble, and I began to slowly finger-fuck her while my tongue did a dance on her clit.

I could feel her muscles tightening as her orgasm approached, and that sent me over the edge. Spasms shook me as wave after wave of my climax tumbled through my body. Callie joined me seconds later, and we rode each other to completion.

Deanna looked at me and said, “Let’s change places.”

I was happy to do that. Deanna hadn’t come yet, and I could tell she was about to go crazy with the need.

Soon, Deanna had squatted onto Callie’s talented mouth and the young girl was feasting on my best friend’s juices. I moved to lick the girl’s butthole, hoping to help her come again as Deanna licked the smooth pussy.

In about thirty seconds, Deanna was coming, and hard. Her grunts of pleasure were muffled by Callie’s pussy, which was a good thing because I wondered how loud she might be if there was nothing in her mouth.

At one point during her orgasm, Deanna was looking into my eyes, her own expression one of amazement at how good Callie was at licking pussy. Her eyes seemed to say, “Holy fuck, this girl’s good!” It was obvious Callie loved the taste of pussy. Her enthusiasm for her task was obvious.

Finally, Callie came one last time, and we lay beside each other in the bed. The room reeked of pussy, and I wondered just how much the girl’s parents actually knew. Based on the smells permeating the room, they had to at least know their daughter was masturbating regularly.

Suddenly, the door opened. All three of us gasped in shock at the fact we would now be caught red-handed, or maybe red-pussied. Time itself seemed to slow down as the adult entered the room slowly.

We all breathed a huge sigh of relief when Sandy entered. Then the shock returned when we saw she had Callie’s mother, Lana, with her. We were totally caught. The smell of pussy in the air, two naked eighteen-year-olds lying on the rumpled covers with Lana’s naked eleven-year-old daughter, and raw, red pussies in easy view all said one thing. We had just had sex with the woman’s daughter.

“Mommy!” Callie said, fear coloring her voice. The tears were immediate.

Lana then surprised us by rushing to the bed and pulling Callie to her, soothing her and shushing her. She didn’t seem mad at all, not even slightly perturbed.

Deanna and I exchanged a look that said, ‘What the fuck is going on?’

Seeing our confusion, Sandy explained.

“She already knows. Has for some time.”

Okay, that was an explanation, but how did the woman come to know about her daughter’s sexual activity?

Once Callie realized she wasn’t in trouble, Lana held her and began the story that, among other things, got me horny all over again.

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” she began, “but I’ve known about your fun for some time now. You see… well… it was my idea for Sandy to seduce you in the first place.”

“Huh?” Callie said, not understanding. I understood, but I was still trying to wrap my brain around the meaning of the statement Lana had just made.

Glancing at me before continuing, Lana sighed and said, “Well, I’ve been, um, aware of Cheryl’s sexual life since she was little. I would pop in on the set of some of the productions, and there she’d be, having sex with one or more of the women there.” She looked at Deanna and me. “I saw you both with Tera once and, forgive me, I got so turned on watching you three together. I never did anything on the set — Bob would kill me if I did — but I went home that day and, well, I masturbated to that memory.” At this point, Lana looked at us with pleading eyes. “Please forgive me,” she said.

“It’s fine,” I said. “I’m not exactly the world’s most private person.”

“Me neither,” Deanna said, giggling slightly at the utter truth of the statements.

“Thank you,” Lana said, and continued. “Well,  I also overheard a conversation between Tera and Rick. No–” she corrected herself, “I eavesdropped on the conversation. They didn’t know I was standing nearby, and I listened as they discussed having the two of you seduce their daughter, Erin.” Lana was blushing so hard, I thought the redness might extend all the way to her toes. “I know, eavesdropping is bad, but I was so intrigued by everything. I knew you were sexually active, but more than that, your mother not only approved, she encouraged it.

“This made me think about Callie, who was then only two years old. I decided right then that one day I would have someone seduce her so she could begin enjoying life’s greatest pleasure early in life.” Looking at Deanna and me, she added, “Like you two.”

I suppose Lana’s throat was getting dry by this time from the combination of embarrassment and saying so much. She looked up at Sandy, who continued for her.

“Your mom came to me when you were seven,” she said to Callie, “but I told her I thought that was too young, so we agreed to wait until you were the same age as Cheryl and Deanna were when she first saw them with Tera. So just after your ninth birthday, your mom arranged for me to sit with you for a bit while she went shopping. Do you remember that?” she asked Callie.

“Of course I do. It was our first time.”

“Yes,” Sandy continued. “Do you remember I didn’t want to come up here to your bedroom once we got started, insisting instead we lie on the sofa in the sitting room downstairs?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s because your mom was really outside watching us while we had sex.”

Callie looked at her mom. “Why did you wait so long to tell me?”

“Well, honey, I was embarrassed. I wasn’t sure how you would take the news I had set that up. Earlier this evening, Sandy talked me into finally telling you. When we noticed Cheryl and Deanna come upstairs, we knew what was going to happen. I saw you standing in the loft masturbating. I also noticed that Cheryl saw you. It was easy to figure out what would happen next. We waited for a while before coming up here because we wanted to make sure you had the time to enjoy yourselves.”

Lana looked at Deanna and me. “I’m sorry, girls. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Ms. Lindsay, do you want to make love with Callie?” I asked.

Once again, the woman blushed a deep red before whispering a soft, “God forgive me, yes. Yes, I do.”

Callie’s mouth was agape, her eyes wide. This was news to her, but was it welcome news?

“Does Daddy know?”

“No, dear, and he can’t find out. I slipped off with Sandy, so he probably thinks we’re having some private time together. I don’t think he would understand about you.”

I wondered if Lana was aware that I had given her husband my first blowjob when I was only six. By the time I was eighteen, I was no longer into men, but when you’re six, you get the sex where you can if it is available and desired. I wasn’t sure I should tell her, so I didn’t. Still, I doubted he would have a big problem with what was happening here. Hell, he’d probably be angrier not being a part of it.

“How do you feel about what your mom said?” I asked Callie. “How does it make you feel that she wants to make love with you?”

“I think it’s great,” Callie said, “but right now my pussy is so sore from what I’ve already been doing tonight.” The disappointment was written all over her face.

I grinned at her and said, “What about your lips and tongue? How do they feel?”

Callie smiled, understanding where I was going with this. “They feel okay.”

I looked at Lana, who was already naked from the orgy that had been taking place in her sitting room downstairs. I reached out and pulled her to me, kissing her. When I pulled back, Sandy, Deanna, and Callie were all grinning.

I gently prodded Lana onto her back and said to her, “Get ready for a wild time. Sandy’s taught her well.”

Callie crawled up to her mother and the two lay together on the bed. She leaned into her mom and they kissed. It was their first passionate kiss together, and I could feel my juices flowing as I watched them.

Callie’s hand moved to her mother’s breast. She cupped the soft globe of flesh, hefting its weight. Taking the woman’s nipple between her fingers, she pinched and twisted it gently, urging a soft moan from her mother.

“Do you want to suck it?” Lana asked. Callie grinned at her mom and nodded. Her enthusiasm was palpable.

Scooting down in the bed, Callie leaned over her mom’s chest and for the first time since she was a baby, locked her lips on her mother’s tit and began to suck. Lana leaned back and I saw her hand sneak to her pussy and rub it without urgency. It was a simple act of increasing the pleasure instead of working to get herself off.

Lana looked at the three of us who were watching and enjoying the fact these two were making love for the first time. “I used to do this when I nursed her as a baby. It was the first time I realized my own daughter could give me sexual pleasure. I felt so much guilt about that. In fact, I would refrain from coming until later, as if the orgasm had nothing to do with what my baby was doing to me.”

“You shouldn’t have been ashamed,” Sandy said, reaching out to stroke Lana’s thigh. “Your body enjoys what your body enjoys, which includes your mind. As long as you aren’t hurting anyone, there’s no reason for guilt.”

Lana smiled then closed her eyes. It was obvious she was giving in to that long-awaited pleasure now.

She began to rub her pussy in earnest while her daughter sucked one nipple and played with the other. She had decided to come while her daughter sucked her tit instead of waiting until later. It was a beautiful moment.

Lana’s hands became a blur as she approached her climax. The wet sounds of her gooey fingers flashing across her clit filled the room. I didn’t know about the other two voyeurs, but I was definitely getting very wet watching this.

Then the girl’s mother was coming. It probably wasn’t the best orgasm she’d ever had, but as my mom says, ‘Is there ever a bad one?’ Callie rode the climax out, sucking and playing with her mom’s boobs to provide her mother the most pleasure possible.

When she was finished coming, she took her hand and raised it to her mouth. She put her index finger in and sucked the come from it. Then Callie was there, and began sucking her mother’s pinkie and ring fingers to get her own taste. Lana waited until Callie was finished cleaning those two fingers of come before offering her daughter her middle finger to lick clean. Callie grinned as she sucked on it.

Then Sandy, Deanna, and I watched as Callie moved quickly between her mother’s spread legs, settling on her tummy, her little butt inviting attention. Lana’s pussy glistened with her juices, and I noticed Callie licking her lips before she dived into her mother’s cunt.

Deanna and I were pretty well sexed out, even though I was horny from this revelation, but Sandy wasn’t, apparently. She pushed three fingers into her sopping vagina and began to fuck herself, making sure her thumb landed on her clit with each deep thrust of her sticky fingers. She still looked years younger than she was. She could pass for twenty easily.

I leaned over and whispered to Deanna and she nodded. We positioned ourselves on either side of Lana and began sucking, licking, and nibbling her breasts.

The woman was instantly moaning from the onslaught. Two teenagers and her eleven-year-old daughter were pleasuring her body while one of the most beautiful twenty-seven-year-old women in California masturbated while watching what was happening.

We weren’t exactly sure what Callie was doing with her lips, tongue, and teeth, but whatever she was doing was sending her mother into a roller coaster of orgasms. Lana started coming in less than a minute after everything started, and three minutes later, she was still riding the climax wave. Her hips bucked and she held both Deanna and me to her boobs, as if we might decide to go have coffee or something instead.

It was wonderful to be a part of this.

Once Sandy brought herself off, Lana began to calm down some, finally nudging us away so she could catch her breath. She pulled Callie into an embrace and held her there, kissing her and telling her how much she loved her, begging her daughter to forgive her for not telling her sooner.

Callie was just happy everything had turned out well. She now had her mom to have sex with, as well as Sandy, not to mention two perpetually horny eighteen-year-olds. Her sexual sphere was growing.

Finally, Sandy said, “I hear the two of you are going to make a movie with Kayleigh.”

“Really?!” Callie said.

“Yes, really,” I said. “Yes,” I said to Sandy, “it’s one of those mom catches her daughter with her daughter’s horny best friend, and joins in, but only has sex with her daughter’s friend kind of movie.”

“Why can’t she have sex with you?” Callie asked innocently.

“Because, honey, incest is actually very illegal,” Sandy said. “If the authorities were to catch you and your mom or find out about it, they’d put her in jail and you in a foster home.”

Callie expressed the opinions of everyone there when she said, “Well, that’s a stupid law!”

********

That night on the long drive home, Mom asked me what went on upstairs. I told her the entire story, leaving nothing out. She smiled because another mother had discovered the joys available with her daughter. When I told her what Callie said about the law against incest, she laughed loud and long.

“Callie’s a lucky girl,” she said as we walked into our house.

“You’re telling me! If anyone knows how lucky she is, it’s me.”

Kissing me goodnight, Mom went to bed. I stayed up and watched a drama on TV before joining my sister, who was happily asleep in our bed with the naked twins there with her. I didn’t mind. I figured she might take the opportunity to have some fun since she knew I was going to have a lot myself.

Climbing into the twins’ bed, I nodded off thinking of my good fortune to be who and what I am.

Continue on to Chapter 63

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 61

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

PART THREE: The Young Adult Years

The Aftermath and the Summer Before College

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Both.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Deanna?!” I asked. “Are you–?”

She smiled and nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Holy fuck.”

“So, you interested?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Continue on to Chapter 62

The Method to My Madness, Part Three

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

The Art of Making It Believable

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Previous articles in this series:

The Method to My Madness  (June 12, 2015)

More of My Madness  (February 16, 2016)

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 60

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

The Rescue, Part Two

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

********

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

********

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

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

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

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

********

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

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

This car, too, was missing the cables.

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

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

********

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

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

********

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

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

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

It was the last thing each man ever saw.

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

********

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m scared,” Sonia said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

********

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

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

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

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

“Both?” Javier asked, puzzled.

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

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

********

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gwen!” Kayleigh shouted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wasn’t upset about that in the least.

********

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

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

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

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

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

Now, she never would.

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

It all seemed so unfair, really.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End of PART TWO

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


Author’s note:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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