Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

More Babysitting Adventures

By Cheryl Taggert

I entered the adults’ bedroom and turned on the light. Their room was beautiful. Mirrors covered one wall, as well as an area above their bed. I was still naked, and the sight of my nude body in the mirror that covered the opposite wall was intriguing. It was only 10:15, and Ronni had said it would be after midnight before they got home, probably close to one, so I wasn’t afraid of being caught. In fact, as I snooped in their room, I began to almost wish I would get caught. These were two people who LOVED sex.

I went to their bed and looked up into the mirror on the ceiling. The reason for it was more than obvious. Then I slowly opened the drawer of the bedside table on my side. The drawer was filled with erotic fiction books. Most of them dealt with swinging couples, but there was one that was about a family that had sex with each other and their neighbors. As I read a part of this book, my breathing grew a bit ragged as I could feel the telltale moisture building in my pussy once again. I put that book aside, thinking I would come back to it if I had time, and noticed that the bed’s headboard had a sliding door that opened up a small area there for storing things. Well, what was stored in this one really got me going. Ronni had three vibrating dildos in there.

I picked up one and sniffed it. The smell was intoxicating. I thought to myself that this dildo was coated with Ronni’s pussy juice, and the smell was heavenly. Without thinking, I put the dildo in my mouth and sucked and licked the dried juices off.

I moved to the other side of the bed to check out the bedside table there, and what I found nearly made me faint. On top of a stack of DVDs was one I recognized as one of my mom’s. Fuck! Another family that liked to watch my mom fucking men and women! There were six DVDs in the drawer, but only the one on top was of my mom. I began to wonder if Ronni had left this one on top for a reason.

Then I noticed that the one below my mom’s DVD was a DVD-R, not a commercial DVD. Wondering what might be on it, I started to take it to the den to watch some of it when I noticed there was a DVD player and TV in the bedroom. Of course. They probably wouldn’t watch these in the den with the chance that Emily might come in.

I turned on the DVD player and TV and inserted the DVD. After a few flashes, I was suddenly watching Ronni. She was on the bed, with a dildo in her pussy. She was masturbating herself and talking to whoever was operating the camera, probably her husband.

“You want me to do this?” Ronni asked the camera.

The camera moved in a nodding motion.

Then Ronni moved to a doggy-style position, inserting the dildo further into her vagina. She moved her front half to the bed, resting her head and shoulders there, and her other hand sought her clit, which she rubbed, first slowly, then faster. Soon she was grunting.

“Oh, yeah. That’s good,” said a feminine voice. It was the person with the camera. I could tell because of how close the voice sounded, not to mention that Ronni was busy moaning. The camera began to wiggle and the woman with the camera began panting. The wiggle was rhythmic, and I realized she was masturbating as she filmed Ronni doing the same.

Ronni moved onto her back again. Looking at the camera, she asked, “Tell me about your fantasy again.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I want to come hearing it again. It shouldn’t but it makes me so hot to fantasize about it.”

“Well, it’s just fantasy, you know.”

“Okay, you’ve said it for the record. Now tell me.”

“I fantasize about Emily.”

I swallowed hard. Emily? This woman was telling Ronni about a fantasy involving Emily–a sexual fantasy–and Ronni was getting off on it.

“What do you fantasize about my little girl?” Ronni asked, slowing the movement of the dildo probably to hold off the approaching orgasm.

“I fantasize I catch her with the dog. She’s in bed and naked, just as you said she was when you spied her doing that. And Annie is between her legs. Licking her.”

“Licking her–what?”

“Licking her pussy. Oh, my God. Did you really catch her doing that?”

“Yes, but she doesn’t know I caught her. She was too, well, involved. What would you do, again? You’d watch her, right?”

“Yes. I’d watch her, taking off my own clothes as I did and start playing with myself.”

“Then what? Tell me again.”

“I’d open the door and walk in. At first she’d be too–involved–to see me. Then, she would and she’d get scared at first–until she saw I was naked and playing with my own pussy.”

“Then what?”

“Then I would move the dog away and start licking her myself. I would lick that baby pussy and make it feel oh….so….good–”

“Tell me about her…what would she do?”

“She would love it. Then she’d say, ‘I wish my mommy would do that’ and then I would have her coming. She would have an orgasm.”

“Oh, yes!” said Ronni, and she began to come. The camera got wobbly, and I could hear the woman with the camera coming too. Then there was another flash and a new scene started, this one of Ronni and a woman. The camera was fixed and not moving, so I assumed this must be the woman who had been making the movie of Ronni. The room looked the same, including the clothing strewn about the floor, which I had seen in the previous part of the movie.

Then, looking, I saw that something seemed rather strange. It appeared that Ronni was having sex with–Ronni. This woman looked exactly like Ronni, and it hit me like a truck. Ronni had an identical twin.

And they were lovers.

And her twin sister fantasized about having sex with Emily.

And, apparently, so did Ronni, given her desire to hear the fantasy “again” in the previous part of the movie. The sisters moved naturally into a sixty-nine. The camera, either on a tripod or some surface where it was aimed at the bed, did not allow for much in the way of actually seeing what they were doing, but of course, I knew exactly what was happening between their legs.

I was still holding the DVD of my mom’s movie and, looking at it, another thought struck me. The movie was about two sisters who had sex with various people but were never quite satisfied. I had seen the movie before, of course. In the movie, the sisters would get together and talk about their sexual conquests, but they would always talked about being disappointed with their lover. This finally led to the two sisters having sex with each other. The movie was called “Love Me Like a Sister.”

I looked back at the DVD that was playing of Ronni and her identical twin. No wonder she likes this DVD of my mom, I thought.

Then something else occurred to me. Ronni had caught Emily in bed with Annie licking her pussy. As I watched Ronni and Randi (her sister’s name, I discovered, through dialogue), I lay back and placed the dildo I’d cleaned with my mouth against my clit and turned it on. Soon, I was coming again, for the third time that night. After last night, I was getting sore, and after that final one, I put everything back as I’d found them- -with one exception.

I placed my mom’s DVD under the DVD of Ronni and her sister, instead of on top of it. I figured that Ronni had made it obvious she wanted me to find this, and I decided to make it obvious that I had–and had watched her and her sister having sex. I also did not clean the dildo I had used. I also made sure it was in a different area of the headboard’s storage area so she would know I had used it. I pictured her sniffing it and smiling to herself as she licked it clean.

I snuck back into Emily’s room. She was asleep, as well as Annie. I went to her bathroom attached to her bedroom and saw her panties on the floor. She’d been wearing them when I put her to bed. Sneaking up to the bed, I pulled the covers down a bit. Her pajamas were on. I reached down and stroked her butt. Her panties were now gone.

I looked over to Annie and smiled. Apparently, she had gotten at least one more meal of pussy before ending the night. Perhaps this was an almost nightly thing.

I left her room, went to the den, and put my clothes back on.

I dozed off on the loveseat and awoke when Ronni gently shook me. She was looking at me and smiling. Then she leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. Not a lover’s kiss, just a peck, but it was enough. I had forgotten to wash my mouth after all that sex, and she knew the smell of pussy.

“You’ve been a busy girl,” she said.

“When did you get here?” I asked, doing my best to wake up fully.

“Long enough to see you did more than snoop in my bedroom. Like the movie?”

Suddenly, I wasn’t so sure she had wanted me to find what I did. Her expression did not give her thoughts away.

“Are you mad?” I asked, needing to be sure before saying anything else.

“I guess that would depend.”

“On what?”

“On what you thought of the movie. You did watch it, didn’t you?”

“Yes. Wait. Which movie do you mean?”

Her right eyebrow rose. “Why, the one you left on top.”

I nodded. “I’d seen the one with my mom.”

“Well, you are a bad little girl, aren’t you? You snoop in your mom’s stuff too?”

I was finally awake enough to know what I was saying. It had probably been a mistake to say I’d seen my mom’s movie. Ronni didn’t know about our sexual relationship, though something told me she wouldn’t mind. Would love it, in fact. But I couldn’t let that particular cat out of the bag.

“Sometimes,” I said and smiled sheepishly, hoping she would smile too. She did.

“So, you haven’t answered my question. Did you like it?”

I hesitated, then realized she already knew the answer. “Yes.”

“A lot?”

“Yes.”

“You used one of my toys, didn’t you?”

I nodded.

“Was it good?”

I nodded again. I became aware that she was unsnapping my shorts and lowering the zipper. Before I knew it, her hand was inside my panties, feeling me.

“Where’s your husband?” I asked, wondering if he might catch her doing this to me.

“Passed out in the bed.”

“Oh.”

“You’re still wet.”

I nodded.

“Did it shock you that I have sex with my twin sister?”

“A little at first, but mostly because I didn’t know you had a twin.”

“You won’t tell anyone about my little homemade movie, will you?”

“Of course not.”

“And you won’t tell anyone I started playing with your pussy, will you?”

I shook my head, staring into her emerald eyes, wondering what she’d do if I reached for her pussy as well.

Then she was tugging my shorts and panties down. When she had them off, she pulled my hips closer to the edge of the loveseat. She looked at me, licked her lips, and moved her mouth to me, licking me first, then covering my pussy with her mouth. She moaned.

“I’ve wanted you for nearly a year,” she said when she came up for air. “Does that bother you?”

“No, I’ve wanted you too.”

“Wow… being the daughter of a porn actress must make you more sexually mature than other girls your age.”

“Maybe. I know other girls my age who like sex.”

“Maybe one day you’ll introduce me.” She smiled and returned to my pussy.

After I came, she moved back up onto the loveseat. I think she was surprised when I moved to get my hand under her dress. I felt along her leg and up to her panties. Then I moved them aside and began to finger her, first with one finger, then with two. I put my pinkie on her butthole and pressed, entering her there as well. Her breathing became rapid. She was panting in seconds. I pushed the dress up so I could see what I was doing, then dropped down to eat her pussy. I kept my fingers where they were, pistoning them in and out of her sopping vagina and tight butthole. Before I knew it, she was coming on my face. I crooked my finger up and massaged her g-spot, and she nearly came off the loveseat.

We lay there until she spoke.

“Get dressed and I’ll take you home. However, I want you to be sure to return–often.”

“Okay.”

“I have one other question, and I really don’t care what the answer is, okay?”

“Okay,” I said, wondering what she might ask.

“Did you have any kind of sex with Emily?”

Well, she’d said she didn’t mind which answer I gave, so I told the truth. “Yes.”

“What?”

“Well, first we let the dog lick us.”

“Did she come like that?”

“Yes.”

“Did you?”

“Yes.”

“Did you do anything else?”

“You won’t be mad?”

She smiled that same smile I had fallen in love with. “No, I won’t be mad.”

“Yes, we did.” She waited this time without saying anything for me to go on. “We ate each other.”

Her eyes got wide at that. “Had she ever done that before?”

I could see what she was thinking–that Randi had seduced her niece as she had fantasized about doing. “No, I was her first.”

She looked at me, smiling seductively this time. “I bet that you won’t be her last, though. Do you think she’d have a problem with my sister or me doing the same things with her?”

“No. I think she’d like it.”

“How do you know?”

I couldn’t very well tell her that I did stuff with my mom and recognized the same libido in Emily, so I made something up. “She just likes that stuff, no matter who’s doing it to her. She already loves you two, so there shouldn’t be any problem with it.”

“Would you help us?”

“Help you what?”

“Seduce Emily.”

I thought about that and decided it sounded like fun. I knew Emily would like it. And I knew the rest of us would too.

“Okay.”

“Good. Now get dressed and let me take you home. Can you come by tomorrow afternoon–or rather, this afternoon? I want to discuss it with you. Randi will be her around two.”

“Okay. I have to ask my mom, but I don’t see why not.”

“Good. Now, get dressed before I eat you up again.”

As I lay in bed that night, I thought about what had happened and what I had expected to happen. Life is funny that way. We think something will go one way, and it goes in quite another direction. A wonderful direction, in this case.

Continue on to Chapter 15

Adventures in Babysitting

By Cheryl Taggert

As I stepped up to the front door to ring the bell, I heard a small dog inside yapping. I had never known the Graysons owned a dog, so this was a bit of a surprise. I had wanted a dog, but Mommy didn’t want one, so this surprise was a good one. I could play with their dog after Emily went to bed.

Mrs. Grayson opened the door with the small dog lying along her forearm. The dog was a small poodle, not my favorite breed, but it was cute. Emily was standing behind her mom, smiling shyly at me.

“Come in, dear,” said Mrs. Grayson. “We are so glad you could sit with Emily for us. If you hadn’t, I would probably have to stay home with her and miss my husband’s ‘big moment.’ ” She said the last with a smile, overly pronouncing the words as if to place separate quotation marks around them. I fell in love with her smile at that moment. I almost felt special just to receive that smile meant just for me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I’m pretty sure I blushed.

Mrs. Grayson chuckled and stepped back to allow me through the door. As she placed the dog on the floor, he came to me immediately to check me out, sniffing my feet and legs. “Don’t mind Annie,” said Mrs. Grayson, pointing at the dog. “She just wants to make sure you aren’t planning on robbing us.” I looked back at that mesmerizing smile and realized she was just joking with me.

“Thank you for having me sit for you, Mrs. Grayson,” I said.

“Oh, hon, it’s about time I ask you not to call me that. Now that you’re sitting for us, you can call me Ronni.”

“Ronni?”

“Yep. Short for Veronica.”

I felt as if I had just been invited to dine with the Queen of England. She wanted me to call her by her first name, without even putting “Miss” or even “Aunt” in front of it, like Deanna’s mom! Maybe she allowed everyone to call her that, but I felt so special being told to use her first name.

As she gave me instructions for the evening and showed me around their house, I followed her around like a lovesick puppy, which I suppose I was.

“Make sure Emily gets a bath before bedtime. No school tomorrow, so she can stay up ’til ten. Annie usually sleeps with her, so you can allow the dog in her room. Besides, she would whine and cry and scratch at the door if you didn’t.”

Oh, well, there went the idea of playing with the dog.

“Also, there’s a frozen pizza in the freezer. Your mom told me you are very responsible and often cook frozen pizzas at home. Is that right?”

“Yes.” I could barely talk. Her dress hadn’t been zipped, and I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her boobs weren’t very big, so she could easily get away with that. I found myself wishing I could kiss every freckle, ending with her nipples before moving down….

Suddenly, I realized she had asked me a question and I’d missed it. She was standing in a posture that obviously suggested she was waiting for me to answer. “I’m sorry, my mind was sorta wandering. What did you say?” I turned redder than her hair. How embarrassing!

“I asked if you have any questions,” she said, a slight smirk on her face as if she might have guessed what I had been thinking, though I knew she couldn’t have.

At that moment, Mr. Grayson came into the room. “You ready?” he asked.

“In just a second,” Ronni said, looking back at me, still waiting for my response.

“Oh, no. No questions,” I said.

She pointed to a pad on the table next to their house phone. “All the numbers you need, including my cell, are on there. Be sure to call if you need something or have a question you haven’t considered.” She was still smiling at me, her green eyes sparkling.

“Ready now?” asked Mr. Grayson.

“Would you zip me?” she asked him then turned to look at me, putting her back to her husband. She was looking at me, well, oddly, as if she were silently asking if I’d noticed her bare back and the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra. Looking into those emerald eyes, I swallowed the lump in my throat. I suddenly became aware that my pussy was almost throbbing from the erotic thoughts I had been having about her.

He stepped up to her and grabbed the zipper. “Up or down?” he asked jokingly. Emily giggled at that, and Ronni looked at her and put a “shush” finger to her smiling lips and giggled, herself.

“Up, of course. We have to go, and we can’t be undressing in front of our sitter.”

I SO wanted to say, “Please, go ahead,” but of course I kept my mouth shut. After he had zipped her, she looked at me with those sparkling jewels of her eyes and leaned down to kiss my cheek. As she did, I actually wondered if she knew what she was doing to me–wondered if perhaps she could even smell my young, bald pussy as it gushed in excitement for her.

As she left, she turned to me and said, “Oh, one other thing. Don’t go snooping in our bedroom after Emily goes down for the night. I used to babysit myself and know how curiosity works.” She gave me a final smile, as if she actually WANTED me to snoop around. Then she did another strange thing. She winked at me, as if the two of us were sharing some secret Mr. Grayson was unaware of. Her eyes cut to look down the hall to their bedroom, and then she was gone. I stood rooted to the spot, unable to move at first, and very aware that if I so much as touched my pussy, I might come. I stood there, breathing deeply, trying to get control of my horniness.

“You gonna cook the pizza now?” asked Emily, taking my hand.

I looked down into her cute face. “Oh, yeah,” I said and moved to turn on the oven and pull out the pizza for dinner.

All through dinner I thought about those last words, the smile, the strange wink, and the cut of Ronni’s eyes toward the hallway that led to only two rooms, Mr. Grayson’s study and their bedroom. It was almost as if she were making sure the idea of snooping around occurred to me–as if she wanted to make sure I considered doing just that. The smile, the wink, the glance down the bedroom hallway, all said, “I’m just kidding, you know. Please. Snoop all you wish.” I realized I now had something to do instead of playing with the dog.

After we had eaten, we moved to the den and turned on the TV. Sitting down, I was greeted by Annie, who jumped up into my lap. Emily sat beside me on the small loveseat, and we both petted Annie as she sat on me. A few seconds of petting went by and Annie ducked her head down and began to sniff my pussy.

When that happened, Emily giggled. “She does that a lot,” she said.

“She does?”

“Yeah. Sometimes Mommy is in her panties and Annie will start sniffing and even licking down there.” I looked at Emily to see if she was telling the truth, and she was smiling at me, as if she knew that was “bad” but was sharing the secret with me anyway.

“What does your mom do when Annie starts licking like that?” I asked, trying not to sound as if it were that big a deal.

“She says ‘not now, Annie’ or ‘stop it, Annie’ and puts her down.”

‘Not now’? Did that mean she allowed it when Emily wasn’t there? “Does Annie ever sniff and lick you like that?”

Instead of answering, she looked at the TV and said, “Let’s watch SpongeBob!”

I could see right through her. She was avoiding my question. That made the answer obvious, of course. It occurred to me that this was the same age I had been when my mom had first gotten involved with me. There were only three years separating us–well nearly four actually, since I would turn ten soon–and the idea of starting some “fun” with Emily had my pussy getting wet again. Besides that, Annie had moved from just sniffing and was starting to lick my pussy through my shorts. She could smell the lovely fluids that were at that moment spreading throughout my pussy, lubricating my pussy lips and clit and wanted a taste. Again, I wondered if Ronni had ever allowed Annie a taste of her pussy when Emily wasn’t there. Of course, being only nine, almost ten, I had no such compunction. In fact, it became the catalyst for the plan I was hatching to have some sort of sexual contact with Emily. Strangely, I had not really thought about having sex with her because I was the babysitter, and the job seemed important to me.

I sat back and as Emily put a SpongeBob DVD in to watch, I actually spread my legs a bit to allow Annie better access to my pussy, even though I wasn’t really feeling the contact much since I had on shorts and panties between her tongue and my pussy.

“Are you going to let her do that?” Emily asked as she sat beside me again.

“Why not? You do.”

“Uh-UH!” she said, but a look that asked how I knew that was clear on her face.

“It’s okay; I won’t tell. I know you’ve done this because you ignored my question about it. If you hadn’t done it, you’d have said so.”

“You promise you won’t tell?”

“I not only promise, I swear I won’t–as long as YOU don’t tell either.”

“I swear I won’t tell!” she said. Suddenly, SpongeBob wasn’t so interesting. Instead, she was watching Annie digging her nose into my crotch.

I looked over at Emily and asked, “You swear you won’t tell about ANYTHING we do together?”

She nodded, a grin spread across her face. It was a naughty grin–a grin that said, “Yes, I have allowed Annie to lick me there and it felt very good, and I hope we will be doing stuff like that tonight.”

With her promise not to tell about anything we did, I reached down to unsnap my shorts. Lifting my hips, I pulled them down to my ankles and kicked them off. Now Annie had access to my pussy through my thin cotton panties. Soon the gusset was soaked with Annie’s saliva. She acted as if she was enjoying a wonderful meal, which of course she was.

I looked over at Emily, who was entranced by the dog’s licking. She looked up at me and said, “It feels good, doesn’t it?”

I nodded. “It feels great!”

Glancing from the dog to me, she whispered, “You know what feels better?” as if someone might hear her and stop what we were doing.

“What?” I whispered back, already knowing what she would probably say.

“When she licks you when you don’t have panties on.” She blushed and giggled nervously.

“Oh, wow! That does sound nice. You’ve done that before?”

She nodded. Now, she became bolder, as if teaching me something wonderful. “Sometimes in bed–well, sometimes I take off my panties and let her lick me there,” she said, her voice making it sound like a question. “And it feels all tingly,” she finished, keeping her eyes on what Annie was doing to me.

“You SWEAR you won’t tell?” I asked a final time.

“I SWEAR!” she said, sounding a bit annoyed I would ask again.

Reaching for the elastic band, I pulled my panties down and off, exposing my bare pussy to Annie’s tongue and Emily’s gaze.

Annie really went to town on me then. This dog LOVED the taste of pussy. I was definitely getting cranked up. Each naughty lick from the dog sent small spasms coursing through my body. Annie shoved her nose into my clit as her tongue sought the open fountain of my vagina. My breathing became panting, my heart was pounding, my mouth seemed to go dry.

I was getting close. Not only was the fact that I was allowing a dog to lick me turning me on, but the fact that Emily was watching me–and obviously getting turned on–was about to send me over the edge.

When Emily suddenly pulled her shorts and panties off in one quick movement and I got a look at her horny little pussy, it was all I needed. I went over the edge and came. The throbbing and spasms shot through me like electric current. As I came, I would look first at where Annie was licking me and then at Emily, who had begun to play with her pussy subconsciously. Or hell, maybe consciously. I didn’t know and didn’t care. Her fingers were squeezing and strumming her bald little pussy, and that was enough for me.

My body spasmed and shook as the orgasm rifled through my body, and moans escaped my mouth in rhythmic bursts that matched my irregular breathing.

After I finished coming, I looked at Emily. She wasn’t surprised at my orgasm at all. The thought occurred to me that either she had had them before, or that she was very aware of their existence.

She reached over and removed Annie from my pussy and placed her at her own. Lying back, she spread her knees out sideways, placing the soles of her feet together. This allowed the maximum room for Annie to continue her pussy feast. And continue she did.

The look on Emily’s face changed from one of horny interest to one of satisfaction. Her little pussy was fully exposed, and the sight got my juices churning again. Soon, Emily had grasped the backs of her knees and was pulling herself open for the dog. Annie was licking Emily as if she may never get another meal of fresh pussy again. In the meantime Emily’s hips began to buck and shake, reacting to the slathering tongue. Her breathing grew ragged and her face grew almost as red as her hair from her exertions.

Then the answer to why she was not surprised by my orgasm happened, as I knew it probably would. Little Emily came, and she came hard. This was unusual for one so young, but I suppose she’d had plenty of practice, and this was obviously not her first orgasm.

As her spasms slowed, I reached over and picked up Annie.

“You have to put her outside for a while, or she won’t stop,” said Emily, her voice weak from her exertion to reach her climax.

I took Annie to the back door and put her outside and returned to the den, where Emily was still spread out before me, her fingers still playing lazily in her pussy.

Without considering whether or not it would surprise her, I knelt down on the floor in front of her and, leaning in, place my mouth on her tiny slit and began to lick her myself.

Emily gasped and I looked up into her wide eyes as she tensed her belly to sit up a bit to look at what I was doing. THIS was new to her. Then the idea dawned on her: If a dog could lick her, then of course other people could, and the feelings would be at least as good as those brought by Annie’s tongue. I aimed to let her know it could be better because another person wouldn’t be licking blindly about her pussy, but would hone in on the areas that felt best, such as her clit.

Within a few seconds, Emily was lying back on the loveseat and letting me do whatever I wanted, as long as those wonderful feelings didn’t stop. I took my pinkie finger and played around at the entrance to her vagina without pushing it in. I had no intention of taking her cherry, and a finger inside a six-year-old would probably tear her cherry and the blood might scare her. No, I was just wanting to provide the pleasure tickling her there allowed.

Soon, she was coming again. Her hips went wild, and I did my best to hold her in place, using my hands on her tiny butt to keep her as still as possible.

When I was finished, I removed my top. Seeing me do that, she removed hers as well. Now we were naked, and I sat beside her and began to play with my pussy in the hope that she might decide to do to me what I had done to her.

When she’d caught her breath again, she asked, “What does it taste like?”

I could still taste her cream on my lips, so to show her, I leaned in and kissed her, tongue and all. She was surprised by this but didn’t fight me. Soon, she had learned how to use her own tongue and she was practically a pro.

Pulling back, I asked, “Do you taste yourself?”

“I guess. You mean that’s me?”

“Yeah. You like it?”

“I guess. Do you taste like that too?”

“Only one way to find out,” I said, and smiled.

She looked down at my pussy where my fingers were still playing. Then she dropped to her knees and positioned herself in front of my pussy. She stared at it for a bit, and I pointed some things out to her.

“That’s my clit,” I said, pointing to the nub near the top of my slit. “That’s where it feels the best.”

She leaned in and tentatively kissed my pussy. Licking her lips, she must have decided either she liked the taste, or at least didn’t mind it, because she dove into me, kissing and tonguing my clit and smearing my juices all over her face.

I gave her some minor instruction and soon she could have passed for a top-notch cunnilinguist. She took to lesbian sex like a natural. I was soon rocking back and forth, loving the sight and feel of having her tongue inside my pussy as she lapped up the juices that were pouring out of me like water from a faucet.

Then I came. And, God, do I mean came. The orgasm seemed to pick me up and rip me apart. Shock waves rumbled through my body, one after the other. I suppose it was doing things I hadn’t ever done before that may have been a difference maker for me. I had never had a dog lick my pussy to orgasm before, much less in front of a sexy little six-year-old sex nymph. And, while it seems odd to me now, I had never considered Emily as a sexual partner. Now, I know that many teenaged girls use their jobs as babysitters to seduce their charges, both male and female. At the time, however, I was only a few weeks short of turning ten, and the idea that a babysitter would do that was beyond my knowledge. I now realize it is fairly natural for this to happen. I have friends who have confessed to “messing around” with the little ones they watched. One even told me she used to lick seven-month-old twins, one male and one female.

But I was only approaching the age of ten, and I thought I had discovered something wonderful that nobody knew could happen. As sexually mature as I was, that sounds strange to me now, but it’s the truth.

Anyway, by now, it was time for Emily’s bath, followed by her bedtime. I still wanted to snoop around her parents’ bedroom since I wasn’t sure I would ever get another chance, and Ronni had practically dared me to do some snooping in there.

I had a lot of fun bathing Emily. She usually bathed herself, but she understood my desire to “help” her. She giggled a lot as I washed her pussy and her little butt. My soapy fingers were everywhere, including teasing her tiny rosebud.

When I put her to bed, she asked me to get Annie for her. I did, and turned off the overhead light, making sure the nightlight was working before leaving her and her little canine lover. I then went to the other side of the house to begin snooping around her parents’ bedroom. I was hoping there would be something sexy waiting for me there.

I wasn’t disappointed.

Continue on to Chapter 14

The Mini-Orgy

By Cheryl Taggert

We had not gotten to sleep until around 3 a.m., so we slept late. In fact, we were all still in Ms. Carter’s–I mean Aunt Jesse’s–bed. And of course we were naked.

Just before falling asleep, I had suggested that when my mom arrived that either Elizabeth or her mom answer the door–naked. We’d laughed about it, talking about how surprised my mom would be. They thought it was just a joke, but I was serious.

We were still lying there, summoning the urge to get up when I heard the doorbell. It was already 10 o’clock, so I knew it was my mom. I reminded them of the idea I’d had the night before and said we really should do that.

“Do you really think so?” asked Aunt Jesse. “It might be a bit too much, don’t you think?”

“No, it won’t. She’ll actually be thrilled, especially if it’s Elizabeth. She said she would love to have sex with her.” Elizabeth smiled at that and her eyes grew big. “I was supposed to think of some reason Elizabeth should stay the night at our house with me and Deanna, but this is better.”

The doorbell rang again. I knew my mom would have known I was almost certainly successful with my seduction last night. She would not know I had already gotten the two sisters involved in an incestuous relationship with their mom as well. Elizabeth was all smiles. She seemed to like the idea of trying to shock my mom, who saw naked people every working day of her life. I knew she wouldn’t be shocked, but she would be very pleasantly surprised.

“Okay, if you think it’s a good idea,” said Aunt Jesse.

We all got up and went downstairs and hid to watch Elizabeth open the door with nothing on to greet my mom. She walked to the door, glanced back at us, took a deep breath and opened the door wide. My mom looked at her, smiled, and said, “Is it okay if I come in?”

“Please do,” said Elizabeth, as if she answered the door naked every day.

When Mom entered, she turned to Elizabeth and said, “Is your mom home?” Apparently, she thought I had not involved the girls yet and that her mom must be gone since Elizabeth was answering the door naked.

“Well, the last I saw her, she was naked in the bed with Cheryl and my sister.”

Mom got the picture immediately now. She dropped her purse and stepped toward Elizabeth. The three of us watched what was happening. Mom began to undress as she talked to Elizabeth. She was standing perhaps six inches from her as she spoke, her voice dropping into a seductive alto.

“So. You decided to come let me in looking like this?” Elizabeth nodded, her desire lighting her eyes like a flame to a candle.

Mom was naked in an instant and stepped even closer to Elizabeth, who was wide-eyed with lust for my mom. She took Elizabeth in her arms and kissed her passionately on the lips. I couldn’t see from where we were, but I knew there was plenty of tongue involved in that kiss. Elizabeth moaned as my mom’s hand came up, obviously beginning to play with Elizabeth’s titties. Aunt Jesse signaled for us to follow her, and we crept back upstairs and got into bed again.

Mom and Elizabeth didn’t come upstairs immediately, which didn’t surprise any of us. We were in the bed and chatting, mostly about the fun we would have now that Jesse was sexually involved with all of us, when they did finally come upstairs about ten minutes later. When they entered the room, I could tell they were both turned on and that neither seemed to have come yet.

“Were you surprised, Mommy?” I asked.

“Yes. It seems you’ve been very busy.”

“I have to admit I’m glad she has been busy. Last night was wonderful,” said Aunt Jesse. “I’ve thought about this for some time but never thought I would ever act on it. It was a fantasy. The reality is much better though.”

“Is there room on that king-sized bed for two more?” asked Mommy.

“We’ll make the room,” said Aunt Jesse.

Mommy and Elizabeth fell onto the bed and immediately began kissing each other. The rest of us watched for a bit then joined in, partnering up and having fun. Aunt Jesse began to make love with Deanna, and I joined Mommy and Elizabeth. We were quite involved with each other in no time. Mommy was licking Elizabeth as I licked her. Elizabeth was reaching out to play with my pussy and lick me every once in a while too. At one point I noticed Mommy look over at Deanna and her mom. They were in a sixty-nine. Mommy always got very turned on by incest, and this was no exception. She came when she looked at them. It was the first of about six orgasms she had that morning. I heard Deanna coming and I looked at her and her mom. Jesse was licking Deanna’s pussy as if it were the only thing she ever wanted to do. Deanna’s hips were bucking back and forth, pushing her pussy into her mom’s mouth. Meanwhile, her fingers were pistoning back and forth into her mom’s frothy pussy as the orgasm her mommy was giving her overwhelmed her. Her body began to jerk with the spasms from her orgasm.

“I love you, Mommy!” she said as she dived back into her mother’s pussy to help her to her next orgasm.

I was playing with my pussy as I watched this erotic scene. I looked at my mom and Elizabeth, and they had halted their lovemaking long enough to watch what I had just seen–a lovely nine-year-old girl coming with her bald pussy pressed tightly against her mother’s mouth. They returned to their own lovemaking, and I turned to now help Deanna with her mom. I moved to where I could suck on Aunt Jesse’s nipples, and took one into my mouth, sucking deeply and flicking my tongue across the crown of her nipple, which was a stiffened nub of flesh in my mouth. She moaned loudly as I did this. Her nipples were extremely sensitive, and I must have been making them feel wonderful.

Soon, Aunt Jesse was coming too, at the exact same moment that Elizabeth came. After a few minutes, we lay back, but once again, I was the one who hadn’t come yet.

I was masturbating myself lightly when Mommy said, “You’re still horny, aren’t you?” I nodded. “Then we’ll have to take care of that.”

With that, she moved to my head and placed it in her lap and reached down to play with my nipples. Mommy instructed the others what to do. She told Deanna and Elizabeth to start sucking my nipples. Then she told Aunt Jesse to move down to my pussy and begin making love to me there. When Aunt Jesse was in place and beginning to lick my wet slit, Mommy moved down to where Aunt Jesse was and began to twist my body so that my hips were turned so she could get to my butthole. While Deanna and Elizabeth sucked my nipples and played with them, they would lean in to kiss each other. Mommy was licking my butthole and Aunt Jesse was beginning to go to town on my pussy.

Needless to say, I was having a great time! I had been so horny that it didn’t take me long to feel my climax approaching, especially with all the attention my body was getting. Soon, I began to buck and moan, sucking the air between my clinched teeth as I concentrated on the wonderful feelings my mommy and friends were giving me.

Then I seemed to explode from within. There’s no other way to describe it. My body seemed to tense into this tiny ball and then convulse outward. Waves of orgasms hit me like tidal waves, one after the other. I don’t know how long the orgasm lasted, but it seemed to last forever. When they finally moved away from me, I felt as though I was made of jelly. I could still feel tremors of post-orgasmic body-quakes spreading throughout my body, like waves moving out from my clit to my pussy to my belly and ass to my breasts and nipples and down my legs and up my spine to the top of my head. I was exhausted and energized at the same time. I was too exhausted to move, but my spirit was energized by the love I felt from Aunt Jesse, Elizabeth, Deanna, and of course my mom.

Oh, my mommy. I suddenly felt a wave of total love for her wash over me. I blinked away the tears that spilled down my cheeks. Then I closed my eyes and wasn’t aware of anything until Mommy woke me to come downstairs for lunch.

When I arrived in the dining area, Deanna and Elizabeth greeted me with a kiss from each of them. Everyone was still naked, and I realized we probably would be for the remainder of the day. As Deanna kissed me again, we sat on two stools at the breakfast bar and made out for a while. I noticed Mommy and Elizabeth watching us. We were obviously turning them on. I sat there kissing Deanna until her mom put plates in front of us with sandwiches and chips. We looked at the other three and giggled before turning to our lunch.

As we ate, we talked. Aunt Jesse told us how she had always had erotic feelings for her daughters, but that it was my mom and me who helped her accept those feelings. She told us a story of how she had once gone into Elizabeth’s room to watch her sleeping when she was about ten. She had slowly slid the covers off her and pulled her panties aside to look at her pussy as she masturbated herself to orgasm. She explained that Elizabeth, like Deanna, was a hard sleeper who was difficult to wake even after a full night’s sleep, so she hadn’t worried that she might wake up and see what her mommy was doing. She then told us of how she did the same thing with Deanna the following week. Deanna had been only seven at the time. She had felt a lot of shame for her feelings and had not done that since, though she had thought about it many times, both the memories of what she had done as well as fantasies of doing it again.

“Now you don’t have to sneak, Mommy,” said Deanna. “You can just waltz right in, take off our clothes, and lick whatever you want to. Then when we DO wake up, we can start doing the same thing to you.”

We all laughed at that, but it wasn’t necessarily because we found it funny. We actually found it erotic, and I could tell from the look on Aunt Jesse’s face that just such an occurrence would happen very soon.

Mommy decided that after lunch we should all put on shows for the others. She and Aunt Jesse went first. They began by kissing each other and that led to kissing and sucking each other’s nipples and boobs, which of course led to playing with each other’s pussy and finally ending with them tribbing. Mommy got on top of Aunt Jesse so that Mommy’s right leg was between Aunt Jesse’s legs and Mommy’s left leg was against Aunt Jesse’s hip. Mommy was sitting up straight and Aunt Jesse was lying on the bed. She began rubbing her pussy back and forth on Aunt Jesse’s pussy, going very fast. Soon they were both coming. We girls agreed it was a great show.

Deanna and Elizabeth decided we three girls would begin by playing with our pussies. Mommy and Aunt Jesse watched as we all three masturbated for about five minutes. Then Elizabeth leaned over and started fingering her sister Deanna and Deanna reached over to finger me. Holding Deanna’s hand in place, I moved around so that I could play with Elizabeth’s pussy. That went on for a while until Elizabeth told Deanna and me to sixty-nine. We did, and I could feel the eyes of my mommy, Elizabeth, and her mommy on us as the two youngest of the group pleasured each other with our mouths.

“Mmm.. you taste great!” I said between licks.

“So do you,” said Deanna, panting towards her next orgasm.

I managed to glance at Elizabeth, and she was masturbating as she watched us. Then my eyes fell on her mother and mine, and they were doing the same thing.

In a few moments, I could feel myself starting to come. Deanna was very close too. As I took in one final look at Elizabeth as she rubbed herself off for us, my orgasm hit. A few seconds later, Deanna’s overwhelmed her as well. We were two bucking, groaning, licking piles of little-girl flesh. In other words, we were in a state of pure bliss.

As we came, I could hear Elizabeth and the two moms coming as well. It was a fitting end to our little orgy, I suppose.

After we all got to a point we could move, we got up and moved downstairs again. Mommy and I had dressed since we would be leaving. Deanna, her sister, and her mother were all still naked, having decided to stay that way until they had to get dressed.

Mommy and I left after many kisses and promises to have fun again soon. I asked Aunt Jesse if Elizabeth could come stay the night the next time that Deanna did, and she said yes, but that if her husband was out of town, she might join them and sleep in my mom’s bed with her.

When we got in the car, Mommy told me, “I have a little bit of a surprise for you.”

“What?” I asked. I loved surprises.

“You know the Graysons down the street?”

“Yes.”

“Well, you know their daughter Emily?”

“Yes.” I was beginning to wonder where exactly this was going. The Graysons were a young couple who lived about two blocks from our house. They have a six-year-old daughter named Emily. She’s a cute, slender redhead with freckles. She always waves at me when I ride by on my bike and she’s playing in their front yard.

“Well, Mrs. Grayson called last night and she wants you to babysit for them tonight. Mr. Grayson is getting an award from the Chamber of Commerce, and they will be out late.”

“What did you tell them?”

“I told them you’d be happy to babysit Emily.”

“What happened to their usual babysitter?” The Graysons usually had a college student they know stay with Emily.

“She can’t be there because she is out of town this weekend. She got called away for a family emergency and the Graysons were running out of people to call because it’s also prom weekend for the high school kids. I was right telling them you’d babysit, I hope. I think it would be good for you to get into the babysitting ranks and earn a little spending money.”

“That sounds fine. They do know I’m only nine, don’t they?” I had always thought of babysitters as at least eleven or twelve.

“Yes, but to be honest, they were getting desperate. I assured them that I would keep my cell on and you could call me away from what I would be doing and I could be there in five minutes.”

“What will you be doing?”

“I have a dinner party I’m going to, remember?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said. Mommy had been planning to go to this dinner party that a friend who was not in “the business,” as Mommy called it, was putting on. She always made sure she knew lots of people not in the adult entertainment industry because if that’s all the friends you have, “life can get mighty strange,” as she put it.

I knew what she meant by “mighty strange.” It had nothing to do with sex. But it had quite a bit to do with drugs. That’s one thing Mommy kept at a distance, and she told me she would kill me if she ever found out I was doing drugs. “Life’s too much fun without drugs,” she often said. I believed her. I’d never done anything like that and my life was mostly a blast! I mean, there aren’t that many moms who not only accept their child’s sexuality, but also encourage it, especially at my age.

When we got home, it was almost three o’clock. I was due at the Graysons at six. Mommy suggested a short nap to help me recover from last night and this morning. I usually don’t like to nap in the afternoon, but this time I accepted the idea happily. I was still very tired.

Mommy woke me up at five so I could shower before walking down to the Graysons. As far as I could tell, they were very nice people. They were both in their late twenties and I thought they were very attractive. In fact, Mrs. Grayson had often been a part of a fantasy I’d had while masturbating.

She looked like an older version of Emily. She had red hair and freckles. When I was little I once asked her how many freckles she had. She had said, “I’m not sure. Maybe you can count them for me.” Of course, because I was only seven when that happened, she had no idea that this comment was the beginning of my fantasies about her.

I would imagine she asked me over one day to count her freckles. When I arrive at her house, in my fantasy of course, she would answer the door completely naked, saying, “If you’re going to count my freckles, I have to be naked.” In my fantasy I got inside and she said that if I was going to count her freckles, she would have to check my body to see if I had any stray freckles as well, so I needed to get naked with her. Of course, one thing led to another and we ended up having sex. In my fantasy, I usually came imagining her face between my thighs and licking my pussy as her beautiful red hair spread out from her head like a fire that was scorching my pussy into orgasms.

Anyway, I left for her house. I was wearing shorts and a tank top that said, “Smiles on the outside” on the front and “But full of mischief” on the back. There were these two pictures on the shirt, a small angel on the front and a little devil on the back. My mommy bought it for me because, as she said, “It fits you.” As I approached their house to ring the doorbell, I was totally unaware of how this night would turn out. In fact, I wasn’t even thinking it would turn out to be anything but a few hours with Emily before she went to bed. Boy, was I wrong!

Continue on to Chapter 13

Results of Seduction

By Cheryl Taggert

That night I lay in Deanna’s bed with her. We were both naked. Elizabeth had retired to her own room as well. She had confessed to us that she wanted to sleep naked as well, especially since hearing from us about how their mom didn’t mind. Of course, neither of them knew the extent of what Ms. Carter didn’t mind, but they would tomorrow morning.

I had purposely limited my orgasms, not wanting to wear my pussy out before I had a chance to “visit” Deanna’s mother in her bedroom. I’d had the two from masturbating while Deanna and Elizabeth lay together in a luscious sixty-nine that their mother had watched without their knowledge. When the sisters had tried to lick my pussy to get me to come again, I declined, saying I was a little bit sore, which was the truth, though certainly not sore enough to refuse sex. I was just holding back for that night.

I looked at the clock-radio beside Deanna’s bed. It said it was a little after midnight. We had come to bed about an hour ago after we’d eaten dinner and watched some TV. I had caught Ms. Carter looking at me several times. Each time I did, she would quickly look away, except for one time as we were heading upstairs to bed. When I looked at her, she had looked back at me, the color rising again in her cheeks. She had, of course, said nothing about my stripping in front of her that afternoon, but I could tell it was foremost on her mind. She had seemed very distracted all evening, and it made my pussy tingle to know I was the reason.

I lay for a moment longer, listening to Deanna’s breathing to make sure she was asleep. I knew from experience that she was a heavy sleeper. I got up from the bed, looked at Deanna again to make sure she hadn’t noticed, and crept out the door. I put on my panties before leaving though because I wanted Ms. Carter to watch me pull them down. I wanted to see the look on her face when I did.

Making my way to Ms. Carter’s room, I slowly opened the door. She was asleep, or at least she appeared to be. I stepped over to the bed, and as I did, I realized she wasn’t asleep at all when she turned on her bedside lamp. I stood beside the bed, looking into her face and suddenly realizing just how beautiful she was. She had gorgeous hazel, almond-shaped eyes. Her eyebrows were delicately plucked, leaving a thin line of raven black with well-defined edges. Her dark hair cascaded down her slender neck like a dark waterfall that pooled on the pillow. Her nose was just right for her features, slightly long, but not too long, and slender. Her lips were the color of ripe watermelon and looked just as delicious. She turned onto her side and I noticed her shoulders were naked, so I assumed the rest of her must be as well.

“For some reason, I suspected you might come to my room,” she said. I stood silently and, realizing I was licking my lips subconsciously, stopped and swallowed the lump that had grown in my throat as I took in her beauty. “Can I ask you some questions?” she said.

“Sure.”

“Did you know I was outside the bedroom door this afternoon?”

“Yes.”

“Did that bother you that I watched you three together?”

I shook my head slowly and said, “No,” the shaking of my head making my denial stronger.

“You wanted me to watch?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

Her next question was one word, and while I didn’t expect it, I wasn’t surprised. “Why?”

She had her head propped on her left hand as she talked to me. Her right hand was still beneath the covers. Slight movements of the covers at her midsection told me what was happening down there.

She noticed the direction of my glance and said, “Sorry. I can’t seem to stop myself today. So, again. Why did you want me to watch?”

“I just thought you’d want to, you know, after I stripped in front of you and you seemed to like that.”

“Did it make it better for you to be watched?”

I nodded, smiling for the first time. “Oh, yes.”

“Do my girls know I was watching?”

“No, but I don’t think they’d mind.”

“What makes you think so?”

“Because. First, they think you’re beautiful and very sexy, and second, they love girl sex, no matter who it’s with.”

The blush crept from her neck to her cheeks once again. “Are you saying they might want to have sex with me?”

“No. I’m saying they DO want to have sex with you.” Her eyes widened when I said that. She was silent for a moment, taking that in, I suppose. I could see it sounded like a good idea to her as well.

“Have you ever had sex with a grown woman?”

It was my turn to blush, since I knew where this would lead, but I felt if she knew about my mom and me she’d be more likely not to worry what my mom or I thought of her having sex with Deanna and Elizabeth. I looked into her gorgeous eyes and nodded. “Lots of times.”

I think that one surprised her more than my comment about her daughters wanting sex with her.

“Who with?”

“Well, my mom and some of her friends, mostly some of the ladies she works with.”

“So you know that I know what your mom does for a living?”

“Yes. Both Deanna and Elizabeth have seen the DVD you have of one of her movies.”

She just nodded, no longer surprised at her daughters’ sexual actions. “How long have you and your mom been having sex?”

“Since I was six.”

Well, that one surprised her. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes bulged. “Six?! How did that happen? Weren’t you scared?”

“No, I wasn’t scared at all. I walked in on her while she was watching one of her movies and masturbating. She decided it was time for me to learn what she did and that sex wasn’t bad if it was handled properly. She just had me help her that first time, but soon we were doing everything sexual with each other.”

“You mean your mom has–has eaten your pussy before?”

“Oh, God yes. Lots of times.” I noticed that the movements beneath the covers were getting faster. This was definitely turning her on. I suddenly realized I was still in my panties. Placing my thumbs inside the elastic waistband, I pushed them down to the floor as I watched her face for her reaction. Her eyes seemed to light up as she moaned and increased the speed and pressure of her fingers on her pussy.

Reaching up, I pulled the covers all the way down to the foot of the bed. I had been right. She was naked. Her hand was between her legs, rubbing herself. I hopped up onto the bed and sat with the soles of my feet touching and my knees spread so she could see my pussy clearly. I reached down and began to play with myself as well.

We stayed like that for a minute, watching each other masturbate. She had lain back and was now pinching her nipples with her left hand while her right hand was busy on her pussy. Soon, though, I decided that we had to do more, so I stopped touching myself and moved between her legs. I looked up at her–into those heart-stopping eyes–and leaned slowly in to where her fingers were dancing across her clit, pinching and rubbing the nub of nerve endings and making little sloshing sounds as the juices running out of her hole were spread over her pussy lips by her cream-covered fingers.

I reached out with my tongue and made contact with her pussy. The smell was heavenly, the taste even better. I licked for a while then moved my entire mouth over the slit that was literally drenched with her juices. As I did this, I moved my body across hers so that she could complete our joining. Her mouth closed over my bare pussy and began to lick and chew softly on my most sensitive area. Within seconds I was very close to what I could tell would be a very powerful orgasm. I wanted Ms. Carter to come at the same time, so I reached for her ass and squeezed it right where her tiny flower had been winking at me. I quickly pushed the ring finger of each hand into her butthole and my index fingers into her vagina and began moving them in and out, fucking her two most private holes with those four fingers.

The effect was enormous and instantaneous. She began to come immediately, which of course set off my own orgasm. We bucked and squealed, moaning into each other’s pussy. This went on for some time, how long I don’t really know. All I know is that it was one of the most powerful orgasms of my life to that point. But then, as my mom always said, there’s really no such thing as a bad orgasm.

When we finished, I shifted around and lay beside Ms. Carter. We kissed for a bit and were just getting into round two when we heard a gasp from the bedroom door. Jerking our heads up from the kiss we’d been sharing, we saw that I had left the door open and Deanna was standing there in her robe, open-mouthed. There was no way to deny what we’d been doing and I, for one, didn’t want to. Anyway, our mouths were smeared with pussy juice and saliva, and my hand had begun playing with Ms. Carter’s pussy again.

“Oh, uh, Deanna, honey–” Ms. Carter began, but I interrupted her.

“Come on in. Your mom wants to have sex with you.”

“Um, well–” Deanna’s mother began, but I wasn’t going to allow this to die now.

“Well, it’s the truth, isn’t it?” I asked, jumping off the bed and practically running to Deanna and taking her hand, almost dragging her to her mother’s bedside. Ms. Carter started to pull the covers back up when I grabbed them. “NO! You two want each other, and I’m here to see to it that you have each other!” I said, pulling the covers down again to expose for Deanna her mother’s flawless beauty.

Ms. Carter looked at Deanna. “Is that true?” she asked. Deanna looked at the floor and nodded. I reached over and raised her chin back up.

“Don’t be ashamed you want her. I’m not ashamed that I have sex with my mom, am I? You weren’t ashamed to have sex with her either, were you?”

This was news to Ms. Carter. “She–?”

“Well, of course,” I said. “Elizabeth’s the only one in the house that hasn’t had sex with her, but that’s gonna change soon, I’m sure. I know my mom wants her, and she sure wants my mom, not to mention she wants you, too.”

“How do you know I’ve had sex with your mother?”

“Because we saw you.” We all turned to the door again. Elizabeth was standing there. She had said it. She must have heard us and come to investigate. She, too, was wearing her robe, but as we watched, she untied it and let it drop to the floor, revealing her naked body beneath before coming toward the bed. I reached over, untied Deanna’s robe, and pulled it off her shoulders to expose her body to her mother’s gaze as well.

The three of us stood beside the bed and looked at Ms. Carter, who was staring at our naked bodies, two with totally bald pussies and one with a small, beginning patch of pubic hair. I could almost see Ms. Carter drooling. This sight was definitely turning her on.

I decided to take it up another notch. I turned Deanna to me and took her into my arms and kissed her passionately. Our tongues intertwined and danced the dance of frequent lovers. It was a tango we were both familiar with. My hand went to her pussy and began to rub. I could hear the breathing nearby grow faster as Ms. Carter and Elizabeth watched the show we were putting on for them. I became aware that Elizabeth had crawled onto the bed and I could hear the two of them begin to make out as well.

Deanna and I parted and looked at her older sister and mother in their first passionate embrace. They held each other not as mother and daughter, but as lovers. We moved onto the bed ourselves.

“I’m sorry. I woke up and you weren’t in the bed so I came looking for you. It’s odd that this was the first place I thought of,” Deanna said and started to giggle. I joined her laughter and we sank onto the bed and began making out again.

After a moment, Deanna pulled back again and looked at her mother and sister. Elizabeth was sucking on one of her mom’s nipples and pinching the other one.

“Go ahead. I want to watch you three anyway,” I said. She grinned and moved down between her mother’s legs. She stared at her mom’s pussy for a while and then dove in, as if she were meant to do this. And maybe she was. Elizabeth had moved up and her pussy now hovered above her mom’s waiting mouth. She settled down to the waiting lips and tongue, and soon she was having her pussy eaten by her mom for the first time. By the looks of things, Ms. Carter was enjoying what Deanna was doing to her as well.

Elizabeth was the first to come, followed very soon by her mother. Deanna, of course, had not had anyone taking care of her while she ate her mom’s pussy for the first time, so she and I were left as the only two who hadn’t come yet–or at least not since the sisters had joined their mother and me. I was fine, however, having come just before Deanna showed up, so I told them to take care of Deanna while I watched. Ms. Carter and Elizabeth moved into position to devour Deanna’s pussy.

Soon, they were taking turns licking and nibbling on Deanna’s clit and inner labia. Ms. Carter was the one enjoying the feast when Deanna came. When she started coming, Elizabeth moved up and began kissing Deanna, their tongues dueling with each other. It was so erotic to watch them together.

I had been playing with myself as they were eating Deanna, and as Deanna came, I slid into my own climax.

Afterwards, we lay together on Ms. Carter’s bed. I looked at my best friend and her sister and decided to come clean with some things.

“I have a confession. I sort of seduced your mom.”

“Sort of?” said Ms. Carter, laughing.

“Well, you know when I came into the bedroom today naked?” They both nodded. “Well, I actually stripped in front of your mom.”

“Oh, my God!” said Deanna, laughing in spite of her exhaustion.

“And I have a confession too,” said Ms. Carter. “After she did that, I was certain what would be taking place in the bedroom. I, well, I stood outside the door and after you were all busy with each other, I opened it a crack and watched you all together. It was so beautiful–and erotic. I masturbated outside the door until I nearly came, then went into my bathroom to finish because I thought I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from making a lot of noise when I came.”

“Did you?” asked Elizabeth.

“Did I what?”

“Make a lot of noise?”

Ms. Carter smiled, “Enough that you would have certainly heard me.”

“So tonight,” I said, “I came in here to complete the seduction. It was wild!”

“Yes,” said Elizabeth. “That was awesome.”

“Yeah,” said Deanna and looked into her mother’s face. “Thanks for being such a great mom.”

“You need to thank Cheryl,” she said. “This would never have happened without her.”

The compliment made me blush. “Thank you, Ms. Carter,” I said, grinning.

” ‘Ms. Carter’ is too formal for what we’ve done. How about you call me Aunt Jesse?”

“Okay, Aunt Jesse,” I said, trying it out. It sounded natural, almost as if she were really my aunt. “I like that.”

“So do I, Sweetie. So do I,” she said in reply and kissed me.

We finally went to sleep, and the next morning…well, that’s another story.

Continue on to Chapter 12

Broadening My Horizons

By Cheryl Taggert

“What do you mean? You think my mom wants us to catch her?” Elizabeth asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “I sorta get these intuitions about things sometimes. I’m almost never wrong.”

“Well, this is one of those times you ARE wrong,” said Elizabeth.

“Maybe,” I said. “But I don’t think I am.”

We all got dressed again and snuck downstairs. Mom and Mrs. Carter were fully dressed again, sitting in the living room and actually chatting. They had freshened up and there was no hint of what had been happening just a little while before. Mom looked at us as we entered the room and smiled at me. It was one of those “yes, it was great” smiles that I recognized easily. She stood up.

“Well, I guess I should be going now. Cheryl, I want to talk to you for a minute before I leave. Would you come out to the car with me?”

I followed her out, wondering what she wanted to tell me.

“I managed to get into a rather intimate conversation with Jesse,” she began. Jesse was Deanna’s mom. “She told me she thinks the two of you are messing around. I didn’t tell her I knew everything about the two of you and what you did together, of course, but I did mention that I had spied the two of you with your hands in each other’s pants, as if I’d caught you and let you alone. She accepted it and even looked a bit jealous of the two of you. She told me that she and her cousin, who is a year older, used to fool around when they were kids and even got into oral sex. She wanted to know if you’d ever possibly gotten a look at some of my videos and were experimenting with Deanna, sort of doing what you’d seen. I told her I wouldn’t be surprised and that I believed that allowing a girl to mature sexually as nature saw fit was the best way to be as a mother. She agreed. Then she asked me if I thought that the two of you might have tried oral sex with each other, and I said it wouldn’t surprise me. She seemed okay with that as well.”

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked.

“Because. Deanna’s dad is out of town this weekend. Jesse is going to be sleeping alone.”

The light dawned on me. “You want me to seduce her?”

“Yes. She will probably be a lot more open to it than she realizes. She sounded so wistful when she talked about her and her cousin. They started messing around when she was ten and her cousin eleven. Frankly, I think she misses eating young-girl pussy.”

“You got all that from her conversation with you about Deanna and me?”

“I have my intuitions too, you know. Anyway, come up with some reason to enter her room tonight. I think both of you will be pleased at what happens.” With that, she leaned down and pecked me on the lips. “Mmm… Deanna.” She smiled. She could smell Deanna’s pussy on my lips.

“Is it that obvious?” I asked. I could not smell Ms. Carter on my mother’s mouth, so I guess they had cleaned up better than we kids had.

She nodded and got into the car. Starting it, she backed out and waved to me as she drove away.

I turned and went back inside, hatching my plan. I decided how to begin before getting to the door.

“What did your mom want?” Deanna asked when I was back inside.

“She just wanted to tell me to mind myself and she’d pick me up tomorrow at ten.”

“Your mom is very nice,” said Ms. Carter. I looked at her and she had a faraway look in her eyes, as if she were replaying the sex she’d had with Mom.

“She told me to be sure to thank you for letting me stay over,” I said and walked up to her. She looked down at me and I said, “Well, bend down so I can thank you.” She leaned over and I put my arms around her neck and kissed her. It was a closed-mouth kiss, nothing overtly erotic, but I held it long enough to make sure she could smell the pussy on my lips. When she stood, she was looking down at me with a slightly shocked expression. I smiled at her and winked, licking my lips just a little bit as I did. I knew she had smelled her daughter on my lips, and she blushed a bright red at my boldness.

I looked at Deanna and said, “Let’s go back to your room and play some more games.” Then looking at Elizabeth I added, “You gonna come too?” Elizabeth, not understanding everything that had just passed between her mom and me, nor knowing what my mom had said to me before leaving, answered innocently, “Sure if you want me to play.”

“Well, of course,” I said. “A third person makes the game so much better.”

By her look, I could see that Elizabeth got my double meaning of that comment, but of course she still had no idea her mom did as well.

“Race ya,” I said to the sisters and started for the stairs. They were both nearer than I, which was my plan, and they started upstairs before I could reach the first step. When I got there, I turned back to look at Ms. Carter, who was watching me. In fact, I think she’d been looking at my butt. She looked up when she noticed me stop and turn. I smiled at her as if to say, “Yes, I’m going upstairs to have sex with both your daughters” and started up to Deanna’s room.

“Beat you!” I heard Elizabeth say from upstairs as I slowly went up one step at a time. When I got to the landing, I turned. Ms. Carter had watched my ascent. I could see from her expression that she’d enjoyed it, yet I could also see the guilt there for having liked watching my ass as I went up the stairs.

I wanted to make sure she knew exactly what was going to happen in that bedroom in a few minutes, so looking directly into her eyes, I reached for my waistband and pulled my shorts down to mid-thigh. I had not put on my panties before coming downstairs, so she got a good look at my bald but horny pussy. She was silent, watching my every move. I decided to go all the way and quickly took off my shirt and pushed my shorts to the floor. I was naked. I could almost see her drooling, in spite of any guilt she might be feeling for getting turned on looking at the naked nine-year-old best friend of her daughter. I stepped forward, turned my back to her, and leaned over to retrieve my shorts. My ass was burning from the stare I knew I was getting. I stood up, looked at her again, and offered her a teasing wave of my hand before walking down the hallway to Deanna’s room.

When I entered, I closed the door but didn’t lock it. Deanna and Elizabeth, who were both still dressed although neither wore panties underneath, were wide-eyed.

“When did you get naked?” asked Deanna.

“In the hall.”

“What if my mom had seen you?”

I wasn’t going to tell them what I’d done, so I said, “She’s still downstairs. How would she see me from there? X-ray vision?” I laughed.

“Fuck!” said Elizabeth, laughing too. “You are really something else!”

I looked at them. “So why are you both still dressed?”

As they got naked again, Elizabeth said, “You shouldn’t use those double meanings like that. My mom isn’t as unaware as you think.”

“I don’t think she’s unaware at all,” I said. “In fact, I think she knows exactly what I was talking about.”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” said Deanna. “She might suspect, but she can’t KNOW.”

I walked up to Elizabeth. “Smell my lips,” I said. She sniffed. “They smell like Deanna’s pussy. So what?”

I just stood there, waiting for them to connect the dots for themselves.

“Holy shit!” said Elizabeth. “You kissed our mom on the mouth!”

Deanna looked like she might burst into tears. “Why would you do that? Now she will KNOW we are eating each other. I mean, she knew we were messing around, but not that.”

“She already knew. My mom all but told her.”

“What?!” they said, almost in unison. I nearly laughed.

Instead, I told them what my mom had said out by our car, though I left out the part about seducing their mom.

“You mean Mom and her cousin–” Deanna began. I nodded.

“Her cousin Kelly is the only one of her cousins a year older than she is,” said Elizabeth. Then she just looked at me. “Wow,” was all she said.

“And Mom was only ten?” asked Deanna.

“Wow,” Elizabeth repeated. I looked at them and could see their minds working, probably imagining their mom with her cousin when they were young.

“I wonder if they still fool around,” said Deanna. “Kelly visits about once a year.”

“Who knows?” I said. “But they’re stupid if they don’t.”

The three of us looked at each other–and burst out laughing. But in the silence before the laughter–in that split second–I heard something the others didn’t because I was still standing next to the closed door. I heard a slight rustling just on the other side, the sound clothing makes when it rubs against other material.

My plan was working. I glanced at the door; it was still closed, but I hoped not for long.

I moved toward the sisters and started to push Elizabeth onto the bed. “Come on, Deanna. Let’s eat your sister till she comes a hundred times.”

“Sounds like fun,” Deanna said, joining me on the bed between Elizabeth’s slender, naked thighs.

“Fun? It sounds like heaven,” said Elizabeth. We all three laughed again before Deanna moved to lick her sister’s pussy for the first time as if she’d done it every day of her life. After a minute, she moved back as I urged her to share with a touch to her shoulder. I dove in, feasting on the drenched pussy of the horny thirteen-year-old. When I finished, Deanna took my place.

At that point, I moved down to where I could lick Deanna as she ate her sister’s pussy. Soon we were all three a squirming mass of young girl flesh. I was eating Deanna and rubbing myself, playing with my little clit that was so stiff it felt like a small pebble beneath my fingers. Deanna was doing a wonderful job of licking her big sister’s slit, mouthing and sucking her clitty until she had put a pillow on her mouth to muffle her moans of erotic pleasure. Then I stopped for a moment and started pushing Deanna’s lower half into position to be in a sixty-nine with Elizabeth. She figured out what I was doing, and soon the sisters were lapping at each other as if they were starving and pussy was the only meal they needed.

I managed to get myself off twice while they enjoyed their meal of each other. As I did, I glanced at the door. Sure enough, it was open slightly, maybe an inch, and I knew Ms. Carter was watching everything we did. She could see me playing with myself. And she could see her two daughters licking each other’s pussy.

The movement of the two sisters told me that a volcanic eruption was approaching. A moment later, they were thrashing and twisting their bodies to the rhythms of their mutual orgasms. Squeals of orgasmic bliss escaped the deepest recesses of their lovely throats to be muffled by the warm flesh of the other’s pussy. But even though their sounds were muffled, I knew their mother was on the other side of the slightly open door and watching. I realized that if she was watching, she was probably doing what I was doing as well. After all, I was lying there, openly masturbating, but she was where she felt she couldn’t be seen or noticed.

Part of me wanted to run quickly to the bedroom door and fling it open to reveal the mother of the two girls who were still writhing on the bed in orgasm as she masturbated herself to a wonderful come herself, but I stayed where I was. That was good fantasy, but I wanted alone time with her tonight without the sisters knowing. Tomorrow, I could consummate their relationships after talking to Ms. Carter in her own bed tonight. I would get her to confess to me her desire for her daughters in the afterglow of our own sexual encounter. Then tomorrow at breakfast, everything would be revealed.

I couldn’t wait.

As the sisters lay back in blissful exhaustion, I glanced again at the door. It was closed again. She had apparently reached her self-induced orgasm and gone either downstairs or to her own room to think about what had taken place in the past couple of hours.

Yes, tomorrow was going to be a LOT of fun.

Continue on to Chapter 11

Getting Elizabeth Involved

By Cheryl Taggert

We had all slept well that night, and after our little morning fun and a pancake breakfast, Tera and Nikki left to go home. I overheard Tera telling my mom that she was hoping to teach Nikki how to suck her daddy’s cock and swallow his cum. Deanna was in the bathroom when Tera said that, and when she came out, I told her about Tera’s plans.

“Boy, I wish I could see that.”

“Me, too,” I said and grinned at her. I was thinking about how great it was to have these people in my life. My mom was my first lover, and now I was having fun with so many others. I loved it!

After Tera and Nikki left, Mommy said it was time to take Deanna home. We did and I made plans to stay at her house the next Friday night. We’d talked about her older sister Elizabeth and I had plans to seduce her the next weekend.

The week passed slowly. I was so looking forward to having sex with Elizabeth. She was thirteen and growing boobs. Her pussy had only a small amount of hair that was only beginning to show.

Mom drove me over to Deanna’s house for the Friday night sleepover. Before we got there, she gave me some advice.

“Don’t do anything with Deanna’s sister that she doesn’t really want to do.”

I looked at her and I think my mouth dropped open. She smiled. “Did you really think I wasn’t aware of your plans? If I were staying the night, I’d want to try her out too.”

I found my voice. “I just hope we get some alone time so I can try it.”

Mom smiled, “I’m sure you’ll find a way.”

We arrived at their house and Deanna answered the door before we even got to it to ring the doorbell.

“Cheryl!” she squealed, jumping up and down and hugging me as if we hadn’t seen each other that afternoon at school. I returned the hug, jumping up and down with her as if we were jumping rope.

Deanna’s mom came into the living room where we were and offered my mom a glass of wine. “We can chat for a bit,” she said, and my mom smiled and sat on the sofa while Ms. Carter went to pour the wine. “Deanna, you girls go upstairs and find something to do. We adults want to talk.”

I suspected they wanted to do more than talk. The last time my mom was there, Deanna and I had caught them kissing and humping each other’s knee as they stood in an erotic embrace.

Deanna and I went upstairs, giggling. I had a moment when I wondered if Ms. Carter expected Deanna and me to fool around some as well. After all, she was completely aware of what we were doing together, though it had never been discussed in detail.

When we got to Deanna’s room, I put down my overnight bag and Deanna and I plopped down on her bed. I didn’t really want to do anything yet. Mostly, I wanted to spy on Deanna’s mom and mine, though we didn’t, at least not yet.

As we were lying on the bed, Elizabeth stuck her head in the room from the bathroom that connected her room with Deanna’s.

“What are you two doing?” she asked. When she did, her eyes cut to me. I smiled at her seductively, indicating I had definitely not forgotten our brief encounter in their bathroom the last time I stayed here. She continued to look at me for a moment. I could see the wanting there on her face.

“Just talking,” Deanna said. “Why ya wanna know?”

“Later tonight we’re gonna have sex. Wanna watch?” I said.

“Cheryl!” said Deanna, blushing. “What are you doing?”

“I’m inviting your sister to come in and share in the fun.”

“But–”

“It’s not as if she doesn’t know we fool around. I told you what we did in the bathroom.”

Now it was Elizabeth’s turn to blush. “What did we do?” she said, trying to deny it.

I wondered what life would be like if I had a sister. I imagined it would be much different than these two. I was sure we would have been lovers from a very young age. Deanna and Elizabeth sometimes seemed to hate each other.

“Well, you’d just had an orgasm from the shower massager and when you got out, I kissed and licked your nipple and put my finger in your pussy. You liked it, too. I could tell.” I watched her face as it turned bright red. Then I thought of something to add: “Oh, and you taste great, too.”

“You know, she could hold that over my head and blackmail me with it,” said Elizabeth, indicating Deanna.

“She’s known for a week now, and she hasn’t even mentioned it. She won’t tell anyone. After all, you also have something you could tell.”

Elizabeth and Deanna looked at each other warily, wondering if they could trust each other. Of course, Deanna really didn’t have to worry about her mom knowing about us because she already knew. But her dad didn’t.

“So, like I said, we’re gonna have sex later if you want to watch.”

Elizabeth looked at us. I could see the thought of watching me have sex with her little sister was turning her on. I decided to put some coals on the fire. I leaned over and kissed Deanna. At first she was a little reluctant, but I also knew she wanted to begin having fun with Elizabeth too so she’d have someone for sex when I wasn’t around.

I realized how different I was from Deanna in some ways. If I had known my teenage sister was okay with girl-girl sex, I would have seduced her the first chance I had. As my mom was fond of saying sometimes, I can be very bold.

Gradually, our kiss became more passionate. Soon our tongues were involved as well. Deanna was getting turned on. I already was, but I began to feel the moisture in my pussy begin to flow even more.

I noticed slight movement out of the corner of my eye and saw that Elizabeth was coming closer to us as we made out on the bed. I reached up and cupped Deanna’s crotch, squeezing lightly. Deanna moaned and I could hear Elizabeth’s breathing. This was definitely turning her on. Then I felt her getting on Deanna’s bed.

I glanced at Elizabeth and her hand was inside the sweatpants she was wearing. I could detect the movement of her fingers and hand beneath the material. She was already playing with herself.

Deanna was wearing a pair of simple cotton shorts and a tank-top. Still kissing her, I moved my hand from the front of her shorts to the waistband and moved my hand under it to touch her bare pussy. She was wet, soaked in fact. I began to rub her clit and move my finger into the slippery folds to her vagina. She moaned as she spread her legs a bit to give me better access to her pussy.

I looked over at Elizabeth again. She was standing on the bed on her knees with one hand inside her sweats and the other moving to play with her nipples. Her eyes would dart from Deanna’s crotch, where my fingers were doing their erotic dance beneath the thin cotton of the shorts and panties, to our faces as we French kissed.

I decided I wanted more than this. The clothes were just getting in the way. I sat up and pulled my own shirt off and then quickly stripped off my own shorts before moving to Deanna’s. This happened so quickly, Deanna barely had time to react. I was naked in a matter of seconds, and very soon after that, so was Deanna. Now Elizabeth had our two pussies to see. My butt was in the air as I bent over Deanna’s pussy, so I knew she could see that as well.

I heard Elizabeth gasp as I moved quickly into place to lick Deanna’s pussy. I began to lick, suck, and kiss her there, wanting badly to make her cum in front of her older sister. I wanted Elizabeth to know without a doubt that Deanna was very capable of orgasms–big ones, in fact.

I felt Elizabeth get off the bed, and I broke lip contact with Deanna’s pussy long enough to make sure Elizabeth hadn’t changed her mind and was leaving.

She wasn’t.

I watched as she hurriedly stripped off her clothing and re-joined us on the bed, now as naked as we were. I glanced at Deanna’s face. She was watching her sister, who now moved to lie beside me to watch what I was doing up close. I could feel her breath now on my cheek as her curiosity about what I did to her little sister was being satisfied. Suddenly, Deanna broke into her orgasm. The wave seemed to completely overwhelm her as she took a pillow and covered her face with it to muffle her cries of pleasure. Within seconds, Elizabeth was coming too, her fingers gliding over her pussy so fast I could feel the entire bed tremble with the movement.

I was the only one who hadn’t come yet, but that was fine for now. I had another idea, one that had already occurred to me but was now a burning stone of desire deep within me.

“Let’s go downstairs,” I said, glancing at Deanna to see if she knew where this was headed.

“Cheryl, no. Let’s just stay here and let them have their fun. They’re letting us have ours,” she said.

“Let who have fun?” asked Elizabeth, who was not aware my mom and hers were downstairs “chatting.”

“Our moms are in the living room–umm–‘chatting’ and drinking wine,” I said, allowing Elizabeth to hear the quotation marks around the word.

“Holy shit!” Elizabeth said, her eyes moving to the bedroom door and back to us. “Do you really think they’re, you know, ‘doing it’?”

“They’re doing something. Last weekend when my mom was here to pick us up, we caught them kissing and humping each other in the middle of the living room.”

“Did they see you?!”

“No, of course not. We went back to the kitchen and pretended nothing happened. Right after that, I caught you getting off in the shower.”

Elizabeth and I got off the bed and began to put our clothes back on. Deanna wasn’t so sure, “Cheryl, let’s just stay here. Elizabeth can watch me eat you this time.”

Elizabeth gave Deanna an evil little grin, “Or help you,” she said.

“Come on, please, Deanna?” I said, begging her to join us.

“Well–okay,” she said and got up and dressed, leaving her panties off, just as Elizabeth and I had done.

We crept down the carpeted stairs in our bare feet and tiptoed to the entryway of the living room. What we saw made Elizabeth’s and Deanna’s eyes grow wide.

They were on the sofa. They weren’t naked, but their pants and panties were pulled down to their ankles almost and they were in a 69. My mom’s head was toward us. We could not see any details, just the top of my mom’s head and her shapely butt, which was blocking whatever view Deanna and Elizabeth’s mom could have. They were squirming about and obviously getting close to orgasms. My mom lifted her head for just a second, but she saw us looking–all three of us–and she smiled before diving back into Ms. Carter’s pussy. Deanna, of course, was not frightened by being caught by my mom, but Elizabeth was. She backed away quickly and headed for the stairs. Deanna and I followed.

“Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” Elizabeth said as we reached Deanna’s room. “We are FUCKED!”

“Calm down, Elizabeth,” I said. “You saw her smile, right? She does that for a living. She has sex and loves it when people watch her.”

“But we’re just KIDS! She’s gonna tell our mom!” She was beginning to cry, so I figured I better spill the beans–or at least some of them–about things with her to keep her from totally freaking out.

“No, she’s not. Listen, it’s all good, okay? My mom knows Deanna and I have sex together.”

Elizabeth calmed down a bit then. “She does?”

“Yes,” I said. “And she doesn’t mind. Not at all.”

“In fact, Mom knows about Cheryl and me too,” said Deanna.

“Are you kidding?”

“No,” Deanna said. “We haven’t, like, talked about it exactly, but she knows that Cheryl and I are doing stuff. She told me stuff about discovering new things because I was growing up and that it was okay. We were talking about how she caught Cheryl and me naked in bed, even though we weren’t doing anything, at least not when she walked in.”

Elizabeth looked at me and said, “You mean your mom didn’t mind that we were watching them together like that?”

“Of course not,” I said.

“Not even though you’re her daughter?”

“Well, I’ve watched her before on her set when she was working,” I said.

“Holy shit!” I guess it was a day for learning new things for Elizabeth. “How does it make you feel to watch her like that?”

“Mostly horny,” I said and giggled, reaching down to my waistband and undressing once again. “And I believe I recall someone saying she was going to join her sister as she ate my pussy.”

Deanna and Elizabeth looked at me, and Deanna locked her bedroom door and quickly stripped.

“What if mom catches us? That locked door says a lot, you know,” said Elizabeth.

“You can run back to your room if she comes to the door. Like we said, she knows about me and Cheryl.”

That made sense to Elizabeth and she took all her clothes off as well, throwing them into the bathroom to hide any evidence she had undressed in here in case Ms. Carter came up to the room.

Joining us on the bed, she moved up to me and kissed me. Soon our tongues were exploring each other’s mouth and tongue. Deanna lay nearby, waiting for her turn to kiss me. I broke the kiss with Elizabeth and turned to Deanna. We kissed while Elizabeth watched. When I broke the kiss with Deanna, I looked at Elizabeth and then at Deanna. My intent was clear. I wanted them to kiss.

The sisters looked at each other for a moment; then Deanna moved her head over to her older sister and she kissed her tenderly at first, almost timidly. Then they kissed again, holding it a bit longer. Finally, they began to kiss in earnest, passion taking the place of hesitation. Deanna reached out and took one of Elizabeth’s small breasts in her hand and began to tweak and pull on the nipple. They broke the kiss and Deanna leaned down to take a nipple into her mouth.

I loved what they were doing. This would ensure that their relationship would change forever. Elizabeth would always be willing to let her sister make love with her because she would remember the wonderful feelings they could give each other.

I lay back and said, “Hey, remember me? Probably the only female in this house that hasn’t come yet?”

They both laughed at that, and remembered their mother in a hot 69 with mine. Then they moved down on the bed to go down on me.

They took turns. First Deanna would lick, suck, and kiss my pussy, feasting on my juices. Then Elizabeth would do the same, learning from her little sister how to eat a girl out.

She was a willing and talented student.

Soon I was writhing and moaning, clamping the pillow on my face to muffle my cries of passion so intense I thought might never stop coming. The orgasm ripped into me. Spasms rocked me as the pleasure spread throughout my body in waves. I felt tears sting my eyes.

Finally, the spasms stopped and my body went limp.

“I better get back to my room before Mom investigates,” said Elizabeth. “It’s unreal that she would do that down there without seeming to care whether or not they were caught.”

“I think she wants to get caught,” I said.

The sisters looked at me as if I’d gone a bit crazy from the intensity of the orgasm I had just had.

I ignored their incredulous stares. I was having one of my moments of clarity. Something told me she was envious of both me and Deanna for being able to play around the way we do. She would likely welcome a sexual advance from me and possibly even Deanna, since I believed she wanted her sexually as well.

Not to mention Elizabeth.

Continue on to Chapter 10

Nikki’s First Orgy

By Cheryl Taggert

As Tera continued to lick and suck her five-year-old daughter’s pussy, Mommy moved into position to lick Deanna. She had not been able to before now, and I could see she was getting very impatient to do just that. Deanna lay back and Mommy moved to lick her nipples first.

I watched for a moment, enjoying the erotic scene before me. I thought, It would sure be nice to have a video camera right now. I realized there would probably be a LOT of money in such an adventure, but I also knew that child porn was something people could go to jail for and not get out for many years. Then I remembered seeing Rick with a camera as Deanna and I had sex with Tera. I wondered what he would do with that.

A squeal from Deanna made me look her way. Mommy was leaning in and starting to lick her pussy now. Deanna, who had come just ten minutes before, was well on her way to yet another orgasm.

Realizing I had an opening to get my own pussy licked, I moved over to where Nikki was getting licked by her mommy. I placed my hips above Nikki’s face, but her eyes were tightly shut and she seemed unaware that I was there. I said, “Nikki” and she looked up at me. Her mouth reshaped itself into a big grin as she realized what I wanted to do. Yep, she was a natural, alright. I moved my pussy to her mouth, and she started licking it as if it were an all-day sucker, which I suppose in a way it was.

Her lips moved to my clit, where she began to suck and kiss me there. Then her tongue began to dance all around my clit, making it throb in anticipation of the orgasm I was about to have.

I was positioned where I could look at Tera as she feasted on Nikki’s bald little pussy. Her mouth covered not only the slit, but her entire mound. The movements of her mouth let me know she was licking everywhere she could. I realized she had been wanting to do this for a long time now, and the reality that she was finally licking her little girl’s slit was making her more than just horny. I realized that one of her hands was at her own pussy, rubbing herself madly. Tera seemed to be in a sexual frenzy. She was grunting and moaning into Nikki’s little cunt and I could tell she was near an orgasm. Nikki herself was licking me, but occasionally her tongue would stop its motion as she squealed and grunted her own passion into the room. She was obviously getting sensations that did not allow her to focus on giving me my orgasm, but that was okay. I knew it would happen soon regardless.

In the meantime, I was amazed that a five-year-old was that sexually precocious, but I suppose I had been as well. The fact that it was her mommy giving her those pleasurable sensations didn’t seem to enter her mind at all. She was a complete innocent in that way. Incest was not a part of her vocabulary, so she had no preconceived notions about it. It simply was what it was. Her mommy enjoyed licking her, she enjoyed what her mommy was doing, and that was all there was for her to consider. I was momentarily envious of her. Not that I thought what my mommy and I did was bad, but I was aware that others did think of it that way and that Mommy could go to jail if the wrong person found out about what we did.

I noticed that Deanna was near her own orgasm, but she was moving herself to where she could lick Tera, who happily complied when she realized what Deanna was doing. This caused Mommy to move with Deanna, and I realized that if I turned myself around, I could lean over and lick Mommy. We would be in what is known as a daisy chain!

I followed my desire, and soon I was licking Mommy, who was licking Deanna, who was licking Tera, who was licking Nikki, who was licking me. My last thought before my orgasm consumed every cell of my body was that I was totally and completely content. My life was exactly what I wanted it to be. Here I was, only nine-years-old, and I was experiencing what the Hindu called “Nirvana.” I was totally at peace with the universe.

And I was, incidentally, coming like crazy! Nikki had her mouth glued to my pussy and was slurping away at my flood of juices that were no doubt filling her mouth. Seconds after I came, Mommy did, followed almost immediately by Tera and Deanna. The last to come was Nikki. I was already off her face and catching my breath when she began to moan loudly and was soon almost screaming. It was a high-pitched scream, and it occurred to me that some dogs in the area were getting quite an earful. Nikki began bucking, pushing her little pussy into her mommy’s mouth. It was then I realized that Tera also had her pinky finger just inside Nikki’s butthole. The finger was buried to the first joint inside her daughter’s butt, and she was having to stay with the gyrations of Nikki’s hips. Nikki just kept coming. It was an amazing orgasm. I had not had one like that until I was at least eight, and only then after I’d mastered the method of achieving good orgasms.

All I could think, which I spoke out loud for the first time, was, “Nikki’s a natural!”

My mommy leaned in to kiss me. “Yes, she is. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

I nodded. Deanna now moved to lick my mommy, who lay back and gave in to the wishes of my best friend. Soon, she was licking her and Mommy’s eyes began to roll back into her eye sockets, a sure sign of her own sense of Nirvana. I had the sudden thought that we should all do what Deanna was doing, turn back and lick the pussy of the person who had licked ours.

“Everyone turn around and lick the pussy of the one who was just licking yours!” I said, moving so that Mommy could lick me. I moved to lick Nikki for the second time that night, and she grinned as she moved to her mommy’s pussy and dove in. Tera’s eyes widened.

“Oh, my God, she does it like she’s been doing it all her life!” Then without another word, she lay out to start licking Deanna while she enjoyed the talented tongue and lips of her daughter.

Mommy stopped licking me long enough to say, “And she’s there for whenever you two want to do this together. Your life has just changed for the better.”

Tera looked at my mommy and I could see it in her eyes. She’d missed out on this wonderful experience for a long time. I could see she wouldn’t waste that time anymore.

I was thoroughly enjoying licking Nikki’s soft, delicious pussy. Her tiny clit, no bigger than b-b, was hidden in the folds of her inner labia, but I could feel it with the tip of my tongue. She was riding my mouth and grunting already. She wouldn’t be the last to come this time, it seemed, though Mommy and Deanna were also very close.

Soon, we all reached our orgasms, nearly at the same moment. We must have been quite a sight, all wrapped up in each other and turning into a mass of orgasmic bliss.

After the calm began to take over after the storm of coming, we lay there in a heap, unable and unwilling to move for at least ten minutes. Tera finally pulled a sleeping Nikki up to lay with her. Mommy put her finger to her lips and motioned for Deanna and me to meet her in the hallway outside her door.

“Well, that was successful,” she said, hugging and kissing Deanna and me.

“Does this mean that Tera and Nikki might come over some more and do this?” I asked, my desire that the answer be a resounding “YES!” pasted on my face.

But Mommy said, “We’ll have to see. Hopefully, Tera won’t get a case of the guilts over this.”

“How could she?” I asked. “Nikki’s a natural, and I can tell you that now that she knows about orgasms, she’ll never go back to not wanting them.”

“Yes, I know that. But Tera needs to know it too.”

“Tell her,” Deanna said. “She CAN’T feel guilty about this! It’s too precious!”

“I will do what I can. She seems to have certainly enjoyed having sex with her daughter. I just know that the day after can bring recriminations. It’s easy to beat yourself up over these things,” Mommy said.

Suddenly, I understood what she was saying. She had had a case of the guilts after introducing me to sex. Thinking of her that way, feeling guilty about what she’d done with me, suddenly made me want to cry. And in spite of the fact that I tried to hold the tears back, they came anyway. Mommy reached out and held me as I sobbed into her chest. I glanced at Deanna, who obviously didn’t know what was going on at all. I looked up at Mommy and said, almost angrily, “Don’t you EVER feel guilty about what you did with me! I LOVED IT!” My throat was nearly clamped closed from my crying, but I got it out. Mommy just hugged me.

“I don’t have those thoughts anymore. I did at first, but not anymore. You don’t have to worry about that,” she said, and my hug tightened.

Finally, my tears dried up, and she kissed us each good night. “You two run off to bed now. I’ll see you in the morning. I’ll talk to Tera about this and make sure she knows how you feel, though after that outburst, I can’t imagine her not knowing it already.” She smiled, and as she opened the door to her room to join Tera and the sleeping Nikki, I heard Tera speak.

“Is she okay?” She meant me, of course.

“Yes, she’s fine. She’s just concerned about some things that I want to talk to you about.”

Deanna and I moved to my room, and I apologized to her for my outburst. I explained to her what had happened, and she understood completely. She was a great best friend. Understanding, sweet, and so sexy I wanted to eat her up, but we were both too tired for that and fell asleep in each other’s arms. When I awoke the next morning, Nirvana had returned as I watched her sleeping. Soon she stirred and blinked at me.

Leaning over, I kissed her tenderly on the lips. This kiss led to another, a bit more passionate, and finally, we were making out like a pair of teenagers in heat, as my mommy liked to say. We ended up in a wonderful 69, and just as we were about to come, Nikki walked in wearing nothing but a smile. She got up on the bed and was playing with my butt, rubbing it. She finally reached down and put a finger inside my pussy as Deanna licked me. Within seconds I was coming, and Deanna followed me. When I looked at Nikki, she was rubbing her pussy, doing her best to masturbate herself to orgasm. Within minutes, she reached her goal, Deanna and I looking on and smiling at the sexual monster we had helped make. She was only five after all, yet she was as sexually mature as a fourteen-year-old, at least as far as her libido went. I realized I wanted to know her when she WAS fourteen.

That would be amazing.

Continue on to Chapter 9

The Seduction of Nikki

By Cheryl Taggert

As Mommy got dressed, she was staring at Deanna with a look that said she had some plans for her that would be fun for all of us.

“Aren’t you going to get dressed?” she asked.

“We can’t. Our clothes are in the car,” I said. She looked at me with a smile as she remembered. Deanna and I had left our clothes in the back seat of the car, so we would have to go out naked, but that was no problem. Bob’s home, which had served as the set for the day, was well secluded and hidden from view from anyone passing by on the street. We had walked from the car to the house naked already, along with several of the people who had watched Deanna and me in the backseat as we enjoyed our sixty-nine.

As we left the house, Mommy stopped to speak to Tera and Rick. She wanted Deanna and me to wait at the front door while they talked. I was very curious about what they were talking about since they talked for about ten minutes. Mommy then came out and joined us as we walked out to the car.

“You two need to get dressed. I’m famished and I don’t think any restaurants will let you in like that,” she said, smiling. I smiled at the thought of us walking into a restaurant, Mommy fully dressed and Deanna and I totally naked. I thought to myself that if that happened, only a few of the people would be truly upset. If Deanna and I gave them a show, even the upset ones would probably like it. People are like that. They will scream and fuss about public sex or nudity, but then go out and buy the movies my mom made, and a lot of them would LOVE to see Deanna and me in action–just as long as nobody knew about it.

“Mommy, why not go through a drive-through, and Deanna and I can play with ourselves and watch the server’s face when she sees us? That would be funny, wouldn’t it?”

“Yeah, up until the moment I got arrested,” she said.

Deanna and I giggled and got in the backseat to put our clothes on.

We went to Claudio’s, one of my mom’s favorites places to eat, and chatted about normal things while we ate. Mommy kept looking at Deanna, though, as if her grilled chicken salad wasn’t the only thing she wanted to eat. I caught her looking at Deanna like that and she looked at me and smiled in such a way that I could tell she knew that I knew what she was thinking. I just smiled and winked.

Then she said something that made me wonder what she meant. She said, “Cheryl, honey, you don’t know the half of it” and sipped her wine. That was usually what she said to people when they didn’t know everything about a situation. I was puzzled, and she winked at me.

Then I began to wonder if what she’d said had anything to do with Tera and Rick. It reminded me I wanted to ask her what her conversation with them had been about.

“Mommy, what were you talking to Tera and Rick about for so long?”

“I’ll tell you both about it in the car,” she said, which meant she was afraid someone might hear her if she talked about it in here, which also meant it was about sex, but that had been, to me, a foregone conclusion. The response I had expected was, “I spoke to them about what you had been doing while I was working,” which would not have been anything someone couldn’t overhear. This answer made me impatient to hear what it was. The look on Mommy’s face meant I would like whatever was in the works, and I couldn’t wait til she told us.

I looked at Deanna and grinned. She knew what that grin meant and returned it before reaching down and giving my pussy a little squeeze under the table. It was a naughty thing to do, which meant I loved it. I returned the favor and soon we were exploring each other beneath the table, which had a large tablecloth that concealed anything happening underneath. As we played with each other’s pussy, we looked around the restaurant as if nothing at all was going on.

We finally finished our meal, and once we were outside the restaurant, I couldn’t hold back. “So, what did you all talk about?”

She reached out and took both our hands in hers. “In the car,” she said. Then she looked at me with surprise and asked, “Why are your fingers so sticky?” I giggled and Deanna did the same. Mommy just smiled and said, “You girls–” in a “what will you do next?” sort of way and left it at that.

We clambored into the car and I started bouncing up and down on my seat, saying, “Tell us! Tell us!” Deanna joined me immediately.

Mommy said, “Okay, but you have to stop bouncing!” and laughed. She started the car to get the AC working since it was so warm outside, and turned towards the backseat to look at us.

“You know that Tera has a daughter, right?”

We both nodded.

“Well, I spoke to Tera because I knew why she never had sex with you. I kept telling her that she just needed to go ahead and do something about her desires, but she refused. Well until now, that is. She told me about the conversation you had with her and I told her that maybe you and Deanna could try to sort of break little Nikki in, and they thought that was a good idea. So Tera and Nikki will be coming to dinner tonight. Rick has work to do, so he can’t come, but I figure that will be fine anyway. It will end up being just us girls.”

Deanna and I squeeled and hugged each other; then I leaned up and kissed my mom. “That will be so cool,” I said.

“Yeah, we can get little Nikki involved in some sex games and she will be more likely to want to do more,” said Deanna.

Then it occurred to me: what would we do to seduce her? I’d never really done anything like that before. I figured Mommy would have an idea.

“Mommy? How do we go about ‘breaking her in’?”

“Lots of ways. Remember, she’s younger than you two, only five, so she’ll be interested in playing ‘big girl’ games. You just have to convince her that sex is a fun ‘big girl’ game to play.”

Deanna asked the next question, which was already occurring to me. “Well, how do we do that? We can’t just take her clothes off. That would be like forcing her.”

Mom smiled, “No, but you can take your clothes off and tell her about the fun games you two play. Don’t include that her mommy or me play them too until you get involved together. Then the three of you can come out of your room and catch Tera and me together in my bedroom. That’s when we will invite all of you up on the bed.”

Deanna and I grinned at each other. It was the first time I would actually seduce someone else, and I said so.

“Nuh-uh,” said Deanna. “You started seducing my sister this morning!”

Mommy looked at me and raised her eyebrows in question. “What’s this?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah. I kinda forgot about that. But that was easy cuz I caught her masturbating in the shower. I even saw her come.”

“What did you do to her?” asked my mom.

“Not much. I just played with her pussy and sucked on a nipple for a second. You were waiting for us downstairs and I didn’t have time to do more.”

“Are you talking about Elizabeth? How old is she?” my mom asked. They had met briefly at Deanna’s when she picked us up that morning.

“She’s thirteen,” said Deanna.

“And what did she do when you touched her pussy and sucked her nipple?” asked Mommy. I could see she was getting turned on by this.

“Nothing, really. Mostly, she just stood there and let me. I could tell she enjoyed it and I could do more later if I wanted to.”

“Does that bother you, Deanna?”

“What?”

“That Cheryl might have sex with your sister?”

“Why would it bother me? I plan to have sex with her too!” said Deanna, the thrill of the idea showing in her face.

Mommy asked, “Have you ever had sex with her before?”

“No. But I figure by tomorrow night, we’ll be loving sisters.”

I looked at Mommy, and her cheeks were flushed. Suddenly, I saw a double sleepover in my future–Deanna and her sister–but we’d have to work out why a thirteen-year-old girl would want to join her little sister in a sleep over at a nine-year-old girl’s home.

We were all getting very turned on, but when we got home, Mommy decreed that we could not have sex until that night; otherwise, we might get our fill for the day. I couldn’t understand how that could happen since I’d never had my fill of sex in my life, but we obeyed her wishes. Anyway, I could see that my pussy could get sore enough to curtail any activities. We’d already had a lot of fun that day, so we could wait.

The day seemed to D-R-A-G on, but I figured it would be worth the wait to seduce Nikki and be present at her first incestuous encounter with her mom.

A couple of minutes before 6:00 that evening, the doorbell rang, announcing that Tera and her young daughter Nikki had arrived–right on time.

After the introductions, Mommy suggested Deanna and I take Nikki up to my bedroom and play. She ended this suggestion with, “Nikki’s mommy and I will be busy down here, so take your time having fun.” I knew she’d done this to put the thought in Nikki’s mind that we wouldn’t be disturbed in case she was afraid we’d get caught playing our “game.”

We raced upstairs to my room and I asked Nikki what she wanted to do.

“I dunno. You got any Barbies?”

“Sure,” I said, a plan already hatching in my mind. What girl doesn’t at some point involve her Barbie dolls in some sort of sexual play? I’d done it many times myself.

I took them out of my toy box and they were already naked. I had even used a marker to give Barbie and the other girl dolls nipples. Not only that, I had clipped a tiny bit of Barbie’s famous blonde hair and glued it to her pussy area. Nikki saw that and laughed.

“Why’d you do that?” she asked.

“Cuz, she’s a grown woman. She’s got boobs, so she needed hair on her pussy.

Nikki giggled at my use of the “bad” word. She looked at Deanna and me and whispered, as if she wanted to tell a secret, “I sometimes say ‘pussy’ to.” That sent her into more giggles, and Deanna and I joined in.

Deanna said, “It’s too bad Ken doesn’t have a dick, though.”

“Sometimes I pretend he does,” I said, and took the Ken doll and placed it on top of Barbie. Then I pulled out my Skipper doll and immediately, Nikki noticed she was lacking pubic hair.

“Why doesn’t Skipper have hair on her pussy?” she asked, giggling at the naughty word.

“Because, she’s young like us,” I said. “Deanna and I don’t have hair on our pussies, and I bet you don’t either.”

She looked at us and said, “I thought you were big girls, and big girls have hair on their pussies.”

Deanna said, “We’re bigger than you, but we aren’t that big yet. Anyway, I intend to keep my pussy bald.”

“How ya gonna do that, silly? Once you get it, it’s there!” Nikki asked.

“You shave it,” I said. “My mommy shaves hers.”

“Really?” Nikki asked, her eyes wide.

“Yep,” I said. “I like having no hair on mine, too.” Sensing the moment was right, I reached down and pulled my shorts and panties down, revealing my bare pussy. “See? It’s all smooth. I like to play with it and feel how smooth it is.” I turned to Deanna, “Show her yours, Deanna.” Deanna stood up and pulled her shorts and panties to her ankles, kicking them off across the room.

“Now, you, Nikki. Show us yours,” said Deanna.

“What if Cheryl’s mommy or my mommy comes up to check on us? They’ll be mad if we’re all naked.”

“They won’t do that. Remember what my mommy said? That we should take our time having fun because they’d be busy downstairs?” As I said this, I pulled my shorts and panties all the way off and pulled my shirt over my head. Deanna followed my lead, and we were now both naked, except for socks.

“Oh, yeah,” said Nikki, and pulled her clothes off, even her socks.

Now we were all three as naked as my Barbies, which had been forgotten among the talk of pussies and pubic hair. I decided to move things along since Nikki seemed more than willing to play “naughty” games with us.

“You ever touch yourself on your pussy?” I asked Nikki. “It feels really good.”

“Sometimes,” she said, grinning.

“I feel like touching mine right now,” said Deanna. “What about you?” she asked me.

“Yeah,” I answered and leaned back on my bed and began to play with my pussy, rubbing it in just the right spot. Deanna joined me. Nikki was just sitting there, looking at what Deanna and I were doing. She seemed mesmerized.

“This is what big girls do when they want to give themselves an orgasm,” I said, knowing she would ask me what an orgasm was.

“What’s a ‘norbasm’?” she said. I smiled. It reminded me of my own mispronunciation of clit when I was little.

“An ORGASM,” I said distinctly. “It’s this incredibly good feeling that will happen when you play with your pussy long enough.”

“Or someone else plays with it,” said Deanna.

“Yeah,” I said. “Or licks it for a long time.” I giggled at the look on Nikki’s face.

“You LICK it?” she asked, looking like it was disgusting. “But that’s where you pee.”

“Sure, we lick it. Everyone does. At least everyone who’s a big girl does,” I said. “Here, watch.” I moved over to Deanna and got down to lick where her fingers were starting to really get down to business. She moved her fingers and I moved in to lick her pussy. I intended to give her an orgasm right in front of Nikki.

“Wow,” she said. “What does it taste like?”

“Delicious,” Deanna and I said at the same time. This made all three of us laugh.

I glanced at Nikki and I could see her thinking about it. The logic of what we were both telling her was beginning to work on her. If we both said it was delicious, and I was so eager to lick Deanna, then it must in fact be delicious, no matter whether or not we peed from the same area.

Deanna was starting to get into it. I could tell she wasn’t far from coming. My own pussy was on fire from the anticipation about tonight and the wonderful success we were having with Nikki. I reached back to play with my pussy, rubbing the juices around and making it feel even better. Nikki heard the squishy noises my hand was making and leaned back to take a peek at what I was doing.

“Wow. Your pussy looks like you peed,” she said.

“It’s not pee,” said Deanna, who apparently didn’t want me to stop what I was doing long enough to correct Nikki’s interpretation of what was happening in my pussy. “It’s the juices that taste so good,” she said, beginning to pant. “God, Cheryl! I’m gonna come soon!”

I kept licking her and I felt Nikki back at my pussy. Her hand went out and touched me there, right on my clit in fact, and I almost burst. Then she took her fingers away. Deanna said, “Tastes good, doesn’t it?” and I knew Nikki had tasted my pussy juices on her fingers.

“Yeah,” she said, and the next thing I knew, I felt her mouth on me. She was a natural. She was imitating what she had seen my mouth and tongue do to Deanna, and I was nearly in orbit within two seconds. That was when Deanna came, probably put over the edge from seeing Nikki lick my pussy, and I followed her. We both were squirming around, though I was doing my best to control my hips so as not to lose Nikki. Deanna was almost yelling, she was coming so hard, and I knew that Mommy and Tera HAD to be able to hear her orgasmic screams.

A few minutes later, Deanna and I were lying back on my bed. Nikki was looking at us and playing with her pussy. She apparently had already determined where her clit was because her movements were concentrated at the top of her inner labia where her tiny clit would be. I decided to move to where I could lick her, and Deanna followed me. Soon we were both taking turns licking the smooth, sexy little pussy of five-year-old Nikki, who was definitely enjoying what we were doing. She was starting to squirm and sort of hum little squeals. I moved my head to the side a little bit to give Deanna room, and we were both licking her pussy. At one point, Deanna managed to get her tongue on Nikki’s little butthole, and Nikki really squirmed and squealed when she did. I decided to get Nikki in a position where we could move from her butthole to her pussy. I lifted her hips and spread her legs wide, which was very wide considering how pliable a five-year-old’s body can be. Deanna and I took turns assaulting her butthole and her pussy until she was obviously on the verge of an orgasm. I glued my lips to her pussy and Deanna did the same to her butthole, and suddenly Nikki was screeching out an orgasm. I didn’t know if it was her first or not, but it was certainly a good one for a five-year-old.

We lay there after the sex for a few minutes. Then I suggested going downstairs to see what Tera and my mommy were doing. Of course, I knew what they were doing, and where they would be.

We dressed (only temporarily, Deanna and I knew) and walked quietly downstairs. Half way down, I could hear the moans coming from my mom’s bedroom. The door was ajar when we got there, and I slid the door open quietly, looking at Nikki to see her reaction to finding her mommy and my mommy having sex.

Little Nikki’s jaw dropped and her eyes grew big as she saw that her mommy and mine were in a lovely sixty-nine. Tera’s head was buried between my mother’s gorgeous legs, and she was obviously doing to my mommy what we three had been doing to each other just minutes before. I made a small noise to get my mommy’s attention, and she looked over at us. Nikki started to run away, something I expected, and I reached out and held her there.

“We have company, Tera,” my mom said.

Tera looked up and saw us there. I nodded, indicating we had been successful in seducing Nikki.

“Nikki, honey! Come to Mommy, sweetie!” Tera said.

“It’s okay, Nikki,” I said. “They’re just doing what we just did. Now we can join them!”

Nikki looked up at me as if I had just spilled the beans and we were in trouble now, but Tera said, “She’s right, sweetie. Come join us. We’ll all have fun now. All five of us.”

Nikki stepped into the bedroom and went to her mom. Deanna and I joined them on my mother’s huge California King bed. Deanna and I started stripping even before we got there, and Tera began to undress little Nikki.

“It’s okay, Nikki,” I said. “I play sex games with my mom all the time. Now you can play them with your mom. It’ll be great!”

“If only I could play them with my mom,” said Deanna, and Mommy looked at her.

“Be patient, Deanna. It may happen yet.”

Tera moved Nikki around so that she could lick her daughter’s pussy, which had already come once that evening. Nikki sucked in her breath suddenly with the wonderful sensations her mother’s mouth created in her pussy. “We can’t tell anyone about this, ever, or Mommy will go to jail. You wouldn’t want that, would you?” said Tera, looking into Nikki’s eyes.

“Not even Daddy?” asked Nikki.

“Well, we can tell him, but nobody else. Okay?”

“Okay,” said Nikki, and with that, we began the orgy, or at least continued the one we’d already started.

Continue on to Chapter 8

Tera’s Orgy with the Girls

By Cheryl Taggert

As the sounds of the orgy being filmed in the next room urged us on, I lay down in a position to feast on Tera’s pussy. I wasn’t worried about being heard on camera now. Our squeals of delight would just be a part of the soundtrack of the movie.

I motioned for Deanna to join me in front of Tera’s pussy, which I noticed was very red and wet. Deanna looked nervous, and I realized this would be her first time with an adult woman. She looked both very horny and very shy at the same time. I was reminded of a man in one of Mommy’s movies who couldn’t get an erection. My mom had called it “performance anxiety” and laughed. Of course, girls didn’t have to worry about erections, but I knew what was bothering Deanna without being asked.

“It’s okay. It’s just like licking me. Believe me, she’ll love it.”

Deanna didn’t seem as sure as I was that she’d perform well, but she got down to watch what I did to Tera to try to get her off. I moved into the V formed by Tera’s legs and stuck my tongue out to lick my way up from the bottom of her slit to her clit, stopping to lick her there for several seconds before beginning the motion again. After doing that for a minute or two, I leaned back and looked at Deanna. My look had obvious meaning, so she moved forward and began to lick Tera’s pussy the same way I had. After a few licks, she glanced at me and smiled before moving back in and licking Tera some more. Tera’s reactions urged Deanna on, and soon she was going to town on her first adult pussy, having forgotten about her nervousness.

I reached in and pushed two fingers inside Tera’s pussy and began to move them in and out, soaking my fingers in her juices. I turned them to where I could massage Tera’s g-spot and began to stimulate her that way.

“Oh, my God!” Tera moaned. I looked over her body, which from my angle appeared to be a long, lovely landscape. Her breasts were twin peaks near the horizon. As I looked, Tera’s hands moved to her nipples and began to pinch them. I decided it was time for a journey to those small mountains and began to kiss my way up to her breasts, leaving Deanna the honor of licking Tera to her first adult-child orgasm. That would make it a double first-time experience for them both.

Reaching Tera’s breasts, I moved my mouth to her right breast and licked my way to the top, ending by covering her nipple with my lips and beginning to suck and nibble on it. I glanced at Tera, and she was looking into my eyes with obvious lust. She was loving this experience, just as I knew she would. And I knew she was close.

I moved to her other nipple and repeated what I’d done to the first. “Bite me,” Tera gasped to me. “Bite my nipple, but not hard enough to draw blood.” I figured she knew what she wanted, so I bit down gently. “Harder.” I increased the pressure. “Harder, bite down to where you think you are hurting me.” Well, I was already doing that, but I bit down harder, expecting her next words to be to back off, but instead of saying anything, she moaned loudly and reached around my body to finger my pussy. Then she screamed, “Oh shit!” just before tumbling into her orgasm. I continued to bite her nipple as I looked down to where Deanna was trying to keep her mouth glued to Tera’s pussy, a look of pure bliss in her eyes. Tera was bucking her hips and pressing them up toward Deanna’s talented lips and tongue, pushing her pussy into the source of the pleasure.

As the orgasm ended, Tera, her breathing sounding as if she’d just run a mile, said, “Come here, Deanna. Put your—.” Tera panted, trying to catch her breath. “Put your pussy on my mouth!”

Deanna wasted no time following Tera’s directions. Immediately, she moved into position to have her pussy licked. Tera began to lick her. Deanna was leaning over, her hands on the floor, holding her torso up, and her pussy pressed against Tera’s mouth. Tiring of not getting attention to my own desires, I moved to a position where Deanna could lean down and lick me. She did, and soon I was nearing what I knew would be one of the best orgasms of my life.

I had discovered that the more orgasms I had in a day, the better they became. I had come once out in the car with Deanna less than an hour before, and my pussy was already screaming to come again, as if it had been years since my last one. I had once lain awake wondering if it were possible to have fifty orgasms in one day. I wasn’t sure if that could be done, but I had decided that one day I’d like to try it. That fiftieth one might kill me, but I’d die happy at least.

My second come of the day was approaching, and every cell in my body was straining toward it. I could tell that Deanna was approaching her second one as well. We began to moan and our breathing became erratic as our orgasms built.

I heard something and looked up. What I saw made me realize the filming in the next room had ended, at least for a short break. Standing there in front of me was Rick. He had his hands full. One held a video camera that was pointed at us, and the other held his hard cock, which he was stroking. It occurred to me that Tera didn’t have to worry about telling Rick about our little orgy. He was enjoying this little show quite a bit.

My orgasm hit me as I realized that I was being filmed. What was happening was very illegal, both what Tera was doing with Deanna and me and the fact it was being filmed. A bolt of excitement shot through me as I thought of Rick and Tera watching this later at home, maybe with their daughter sitting between them. The orgasm that I thought had peaked, reached a new height with the vision of Rick and Tera introducing their daughter, Nikki, to the joys of incest. I had never seen Nikki, of course, but what I pictured was a young version of me. The orgasm peaked yet again, and I rode that crest over the top. Deanna stopped licking me, but I panted, “Keep going!” and pulled her face back into my pussy. I immediately peaked again, and the orgasm began to diminish. Deanna continued to lick me, drinking my sticky juices. I imagined she was in my fantasy of Rick and Tera seducing their daughter as they watched our threesome on the TV. She was on the floor licking Nikki, who was also me, physically. Rick and Tera were licking Nikki’s/my breasts. The image caused the orgasm I was having to crest again. Each peak was better than the last, and I wondered vaguely if I might hit fifty.

Tiny details became magnified, as if the orgasm that was sweeping through me had given me better awareness of my surroundings. Events seemed to slow down. I looked up at Rick. I noticed his hand pumping his cock and could see the skin as it moved over the head. A tiny thread of his pre-cum would stretch from the tip down the shaft as he stroked. Even the sounds of our moans were muffled. All of these sights and sounds became concentrated in my burning pussy. I was extremely aware of every movement of Deanna’s tongue and lips.

This continued for maybe two minutes, and my pussy, though loving it, was getting tender and sore. I chose a valley in the roller coaster orgasmic ride to tap Deanna on the head to indicate I was through—at least for now.

When she looked up to see me, she gasped, seeing Rick with the camera as he masturbated. It was then that Tera saw him. Her husband. Filming her sex with two nine-year-old girls. Capturing forever her first sex with girls far too young to be legally doing what we were doing. Creating a permanent record of how much these two particular nine-year-olds loved what was happening. Proving that girls our age could and do love sex.

“Rick, what the fuck are you doing?!” Tera nearly screamed.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“If anyone ever found that video, we’d go to jail.”

“Sorry. It just seemed like the thing to do. I heard you three in here and came in to see what was going on. I was so surprised you were involved beyond voyeurism that I wanted to preserve the moment. It was beautiful.”

“It—was?”

“Yes.”

Tera rose and went to Rick, kissing him passionately. Her tongue began a dance with his as she reached down to his cock and began stroking. Soon she had him down on the floor and was mounting him. Deanna and I watched his cock slip into her, and we could see her wetness coating his cock as it pulled out partway before plunging in again.

I took Deanna’s hand and led her back into the den, where the orgy had resumed. I saw Bob and he was looking around, as if trying to find something—or someone. I realized it was Rick he was searching for, or Tera. His eyes caught mine. I smiled a sheepish smile and pointed down the hall toward the room we had been in. He turned red, and I could see he wasn’t happy that they were off fucking when they should be doing their jobs. I wasn’t sure what their jobs were, exactly. They seemed to just do a little bit of everything, as it was needed. But apparently there was something one or both of them should be doing for the scene they were currently filming, and Bob seemed pissed.

After a few minutes, Bob yelled, “Cut!” and then stormed toward the hallway, avoiding the equipment and naked women, some of whom were too close to an orgasm to want to stop. My mom was one of them, and she sort of glared at Bob as he passed her. When Bob reached the hallway entrance, he turned back to the room of horny women and yelled, “Phil, take over directing. I’ll be right back. ACTION!” The women returned to their lovemaking. They would easily fix the different positions the women were now in with editing.

A door slammed down the hallway, and the action stopped for a moment. “Keep going, ladies!” said Phil, and the action continued as if nothing had happened. Within a few seconds, my mom began to come as Janice plunged a dildo into her from behind. Sandy was lying beneath Mom’s body and she was licking and sucking my mom’s nipples while she masturbated herself. My pussy, still sore, reacted to this anyway. I could feel my pussy beginning to swell as I watched them.

After a few minutes, Phil stopped the action again. The women had gone into what was known as the afterglow or the wind-down, where the women began to move into group hugs and kisses, the sort of things most everyone does after sex. This shoot was over. Phil then stormed down the hall toward the room where Bob had gone. He opened the door and stood watching for a moment. I took Deanna’s hand and we walked down there to see what was going on. I had expected a lot of screaming from Bob, but there hadn’t been a peep from the room since the door had slammed. When Phil had opened the door, I heard the sound of skin slapping skin, as if someone was being fucked.

As we got to the room, we looked in. Bob was naked and Tera was sucking him. Rick was behind Tera, fucking her, his hips slapping time against Tera’s butt. Several of the women from the scene and a few of the techs had gathered behind us. We watched as Bob came into Tera’s mouth. Rick and Tera came right after that. The three adults then collapsed on the floor. Bob looked up at Phil and said, “Is the scene done?” Everyone laughed.

We moved away from the scene on the floor of the small room and Deanna and I followed my mom into a room where her clothes were. She began to dress, and I noticed she was looking at Deanna. It was “that” look. A lot of girls would be jealous, but not me. I was looking forward to seeing Deanna and my mom having sex. After all, I’d be joining them.

Continue on to Chapter 7

Deanna Visits a Porn Set

By Cheryl Taggert

When Mommy pulled into the driveway of Bob’s home, which would be where the orgy would be filmed, neither Deanna nor I had come yet, and we didn’t want to stop, so Mommy told us to have fun until she could talk to Bob.

By this time Deanna and I were naked and our hands were busy rubbing the other’s pussy. I was getting close and I asked Deanna to rub harder. Her hand moved against my bare pussy, rubbing my clit and spreading the juices that were boiling out of me all around. I looked down and saw that my pussy mound was glistening with my pussy juices. I still wasn’t getting there, and neither was Deanna. We needed more.

“Let’s sixty-nine,” I suggested. Immediately, Deanna was lying down on the back seat and I was moving on top of her, placing my pussy at her mouth and bending down to start licking her. My mouth watered at the sight. I reached down and spread her lips. Her clit was a bright reddish pink from all the rubbing I had done on her. She was spreading my pussy too, and I knew she was getting an almost identical picture from looking at my most intimate area. Deanna dived into my pussy, her tongue moving all around and licking up the juices that covered my clit and inner lips, and I returned the favor. I placed my pinkie finger at her butthole and pushed gently, easing the finger inside her rosebud. She began to squeal and moved her hips in a way that let me know she enjoyed what I was doing.

She pulled back from my pussy and said, “I love that! I often play with my butthole while I masturbate!” Then she was right back at my pussy, licking and sucking as if her life depended on it. Of course, my fingering of her butt gave her the idea to finger mine, so within seconds, her finger was inside me there and pumping back and forth, stimulating me in a way that I loved. I had been fingering my asshole since I was six and found my mommy masturbating, so it was used to being finger-fucked.

I became aware that we had an audience. It was just one of those feelings that come over you, and I glanced quickly out the window to see Bob, Mommy, Tina (Bob’s girlfriend that Mommy helped me seduce), and Sandy–a new porn star I had seduced only a few weeks before. They were all standing outside the car and looking in at Deanna and me. I almost laughed since I had mentioned to Deanna on the ride over that we would have an audience soon while we sixty-nined. I had thought it would be inside the house, not in the driveway.

Deanna noticed we weren’t alone too. She stopped and I heard her gasp. Of course, she wasn’t as used to being watched as I was, so a bit of shyness was natural.

“It’s okay, Honey,” said Mommy. “Nobody’s gonna do anything to you but watch, which is just part of the fun here.”

I saw Bob adjust his cock, which I could see was hard inside his trousers–no surprise. Sandy looked like she was drooling almost. I knew she had the hots for girls my age. When we had sex, she told me she’d been having sex with her niece since she was fifteen and the niece was seven. Tina looked unsure, but interested in spite of her previous ideas about sex with girls my age. Mommy had told me she was just struggling with her conscience over having sex with me. I had been eight back then, and we had done it several times since, but she was still nervous about it.

Deanna and I returned to what we’d been doing and basically ignored everyone else. I began to wonder what we looked like together and decided we probably looked way hot.

Soon, Deanna and I were licking each other and fingering each other’s asshole. I could hear the sound of zippers and other sounds of people gaining access to either their own or someone else’s pussy or dick. I heard another voice and realized Tera and Rick, a young married couple who helped out behind the scenes, had come up to see what was going on. They loved watching me, though they hadn’t actually done anything with me–yet. I knew I wanted to have sex with Tera but so far it just hadn’t happened.

Deanna was beginning to buck up against my mouth. I knew she would be coming soon, and I would definitely be joining her. The door on my side opened and I saw Mommy and Bob there. Mommy was sucking him off. Then the other door opened and I could see Tina and Sandy looking in. Almost immediately, the front passenger door opened and Tera and Rick were climbing in and looking at us over the back of the front seat. My mom had a car with a full seat in the front, not bucket seats. She told me she liked it that way so whoever she was feeling up could be right next to her. I had been that person hundreds of times. I saw the lust in Tera’s and Rick’s eyes and from the motions of their shoulders, I knew they were masturbating.

Deanna began to come. Her hips went wild. I felt my own orgasm come up to the point-of-no-return and come crashing over the wall. We each did our best to keep our lips locked onto each other’s pussy and our fingers did their best to keep fucking the other’s butt. I continued to stroke her clit with my tongue while occasionally pushing my tongue into her slit to her pussy hole, which still had her cherry, of course. I still had mine too.

Now it was our turn to watch everyone else. Tina was bent over and Sandy was licking her pussy. From the motions of her head, I could tell she was licking all the way from her clit to her butthole, where at least one finger was plunging in and out. I couldn’t see that so I wasn’t sure if it was one or more. Mommy was sucking Bob’s cock. Deanna was staring at it. I knew how she felt. Bob’s cock was huge, at least ten inches long and about as big around as my fist. He’d gotten his start in adult films as an actor. Mommy was taking him in and playing with his balls. Bob was looking at Deanna and me, taking in our nude bodies. He was especially interested in Deanna, of course. He’d seen mine a million times, so the new girl was the center of his attention. Tera and Rick were doing themselves. Rick looked like he was about to come, as did Bob. Then they did, grunting loudly as their bodies shook with the spasms.

Mommy swallowed Bob’s cum–every drop. When she was sucking a man off on camera, she would always back off and let the camera film the guy shooting off because that’s what the people who watched wanted to see. She would swallow what she could, but a lot of it ended up on her face, neck, and boobs. When the cameras weren’t rolling though, Mommy loved to swallow all of it.

Finally, Tina came. I could see behind her that Sandy had a hand inside her bikini swimsuit bottoms and was playing with herself. She and Mommy were the only one’s who hadn’t come yet. Bob stopped everything, though, after he had zipped himself back up.

“That was great, Kayleigh.” He looked in on Deanna and me. “You, too. What a scene. Too bad it’s illegal to film it.”

“It’s illegal for it to happen,” said Tina, who was moralizing again.

“No, it’s not. They’re both kids. It’s illegal for us to watch, but what the fuck. We all know Cheryl lives for it, and apparently she has a friend now,” said Bob, smiling. “You two want to come in and watch the adults now?” he asked.

I looked at Deanna, who was grinning. Her eyes were already getting that glazed look of a girl who’s just come and wants more. I looked at Bob. “Of course,” I said.

We got out of the car and went into his home, or should I say his palace. His home was huge and probably worth a couple of million dollars at least. His large den was converted now to a movie set. Comfy sofas were all around and four cameras were set up to film. Booms were being assembled and tested by those unlucky to have been too busy to join Bob outside to watch Deanna and me. I knew all of them, and I can tell you they would ALL have enjoyed the show we put on. Almost as much as Deanna and I had enjoyed giving it.

There was a large bathroom down a hall that had been converted into a sort of makeup room for the women. This was going to be an all-girl orgy, and there were eight women vying for mirror space. They were all either naked or nearly so. Those that weren’t were wearing thongs and push-up bras or some other erotic clothing. One woman I recognized was wearing a garter and black lace stockings and fire-red panties that had a slit in them to allow access to her pussy slit. She also had on stiletto heels. A strap-on belt for holding a dildo to fuck with was slung over her shoulder. There was a red dildo on the bathroom counter, and I assumed it was the one she would use on one or more of the women.

“Cast meeting, ladies!” came a call from Rick, who handed each woman a script as they left the bathroom. Well, it was only a script in the sense it told the basic plot. As in most porn, almost all the lines were whatever the girls thought to say to move whatever plot there was along. My mom had told me all of this. I really didn’t understand it back then, but after all, plot is not what most porn is about.

The women met in the den with Bob, who told them what was going to happen in the scene. Mostly, he would just tell them to make sure certain things happened, like having Janice use the strap-on with at least two of the women. There were several identical dildos to the red one I saw in the bathroom. My mom had explained they did that for sanitary reasons to prevent the spread of disease. I had thought that was funny since they all licked and fingered each other. My mom explained that a dildo was different because it would transfer anything on it way up inside a woman and infections could happen that way. A douche would take care of the other things.

“Always make sure you use a clean dildo when you get older,” she had said, and it had stuck. Pussy infections are really scary to a young girl, no matter how open about sex she may be.

Anyway, after their meeting, the women went into the den and started getting each other heated up. There was always a room that had several dvds with different types of scenes running at the same time if a woman felt she needed something to help her get more in the mood. Sandy and Mommy needed no help at all today, though. Deanna and I had taken care of that. By the time Bob was ready to film, the eight women had spent some time kissing and fondling each other and were ready for the scene. Mommy and Sandy had paired off and were already fingering each other when Bob told them to cool down so they could start the scene.

The scene opened with six of the women chatting about sex, what they liked, what they had done recently. Then Janice came in with one of the other girls. Janice had put on the strap-on and the idea was that they had just come from having sex in a bedroom. Janice started the orgy by asking, “So who’s next?” One of the women looked at Janice as if she was in love and said, “Would you fuck me?” Janice looked at the woman, smiled, and took her hand. As they began to walk off, the other women protested, saying they should stay there and put on a show for them, which was part of the script for the scene. The woman and Janice looked at each other, smiled, shrugged their shoulders, and sat down on the floor, where they began to kiss and play with each other’s body. The other women sat around and watched for a while, making comments meant to urge Janice and the woman on.

Soon all the women had begun to play with themselves as the scene between Janice and the woman heated up. After that, they began to pair off themselves. The four cameras were set up to film certain areas of the room, and they filmed everything that happened, even what would eventually be out-takes, or parts that wouldn’t become a part of the movie. All that would be handled in the editing.

Deanna was sitting next to me, having grown very comfortable being naked in that room full of naked women. Her eyes were like large cookies that were unable to blink. She was taking everything in. I looked over at Tera, who was looking at us. I could tell she was getting turned on again, and the fact that her attention was more on us than the adult women told me that she probably wanted to have sex with us. I suddenly realized there was something that was stopping her, though I didn’t know what it could be. She was staring at us and licking her lips subconsciously.

Her gaze moved down towards Deanna’s pussy. I looked there too. Deanna had begun to play with herself as she watched the orgy being filmed in front of her. She was only rubbing herself gently now, but I knew where this was going. I looked back at Tera and moved my own hand to my pussy. Tera copied my movements. Soon, the three of us were masturbating, not wildly, but enough that it would eventually lead to some wonderful orgasms.

I stopped long enough to motion for Tera to come over and as she did, I got up and led Deanna into another room because I wanted to talk to Tera and couldn’t in the room where they were filming. I’d learned that the hard way when I was six and first visited Mommy’s set. When we all arrived in the room, I moved down to start licking Deanna. I looked at Tera, who probably thought I would lick Deanna while she masturbated, and said, “Why don’t you lick me while I lick Deanna?”

“Oh, honey, I can’t.”

“Why not?” My hand was still playing with my pussy, but Tera had stopped for now.

“I have a five-year-old at home, Nikki. I’m afraid if I start doing things to you, I might start doing things with her. Rick’s the same way. We’ll watch because that’s what we like to do, but we’re afraid we might do something to our daughter if we do things with you.”

It was the stupidest thing I’d ever heard. It made no sense to me at all. The thing that first entered my mind was, why would that be a problem? I loved what my mom and I did together, and I wasn’t that much older than their little girl Nikki. I said the first thing that came into my head. “That’s dumb. What would be wrong with you and Rick doing things with her?”

“Well, honey, it’s incest.”

Again, I was dumbfounded. “So?”

“Well, it’s wrong.”

“I have sex with my mom and love it.” By this time, Deanna was listening to us. We had all stopped masturbating.

“Well, Cheryl, that’s you. Nikki might be different.”

“How will you know if you don’t try it? Maybe she’d love it too.”

Tera looked as if that somehow made some sense. She sat down and asked, “How did you and your mom get started?”

I told the story of my first time with her, how I had caught her masturbating to one of her movies and she’d had me join her. Deanna was all ears too. She had never heard this story, and I could tell my audience was getting turned on from my story of what happened.

“And you didn’t mind? It never bothered you that your mom did that?”

I looked at her as if she had just grown another ear or something. “Why would I mind? It’s the best feeling in the world.”

“What if Rick wants to fuck Nikki?”

“I don’t know about that, but I do know my mom would kill any man who fucked me, so maybe you shouldn’t let him do that until Nikki says she’s ready, just like my mom is doing with me. She told me that I have to decide when I’m ready to be fucked, and that nobody should try to talk me into it, and if someone does try to let her know so she can handle it. In fact, she wants to be my first, using a strap-on.”

Suddenly, I knew what Tera was thinking. She was suddenly imagining herself with her daughter, fucking her with a strap-on.

“If we do something together, you won’t tell Rick, will you? I have to be the one to tell him about this, okay?”

I smiled. Tera was finally going to have sex with me. I nodded. “Of course.”

We all lay on the floor. Deanna looked more than ready for a mouth or fingers to get her off. I’m sure I did too. Tera was definitely ready.

I could hear the orgy in the other room. I picked out my mom’s voice as she moaned and screamed as an orgasm took her. With that sound fresh in my head, Tera, Deanna, and I began our own little orgy.

Continue on to Chapter 6