Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

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

I Make Plans with Deanna

By Cheryl Taggert

The next morning I awoke to find a bleary-eyed Deanna looking at me with a foolish “I’m so in love” look on her face. I wondered if I looked the same. She was grinning and then she moved toward me and kissed me. It was a lover’s good morning kiss. Her tongue strolled into my mouth and we kissed like that for a while. This ended suddenly, though, when we heard Deanna’s mom outside the door. As she knocked, she opened the door. Quickly, Deanna and I pulled the covers up just in time to prevent her mom from seeing us naked, which was how we had slept. She looked at us strangely, and I got the feeling our sudden movements to cover ourselves had indeed been noticed, and the reason had been clear to her mom. For a moment, I thought she would pull the covers off us, but she didn’t. She seemed to be in thought for a second and told us to get up and come down for breakfast and that my mom would be coming over soon to pick me up.

Ms. Carter, Deanna’s mom, looked at us a little suspiciously once more before closing the door and we were alone once more. I finally breathed again, as did Deanna.

“Whew! That was close! She almost caught us naked in bed and kissing!” she whispered to me.

“Yeah. That would have been bad.”

“If she saw us like that, she might not let us be friends anymore. Or at least she might tell your mom. Then we’d both be in trouble.”

I had been hatching a plan since the night before to get Deanna her wish, which she’d told me last night. She wanted to have sex with my mom. Of course, she saw it as a fantasy that would never happen, but it had been clear from the moment she had seen my mom and recognized her from the videos she watched that she had a major sexual crush on her. And to be honest, I had been thinking of her mom too, especially since Deanna had told me she had a video of her mom and dad with another couple, and that her mom had had sex with another woman.

I figured it was now or never, so I plunged in to tell Deanna about my mom and how I was allowed to go with her to work—and watch the people fucking—and even have some fun myself. I felt after last night that I could trust her with anything, and that she would never tell anyone what I was about to say.

“Deanna?”

“Yeah?”

“If I tell you something, something really, REALLY private, would you promise never ever, EVER to tell anyone?”

Deanna’s eyes lit up with the knowledge she was about to share a very intimate secret with me. But I knew what I was about to say would be a lot bigger than whatever she might be thinking I might say. She nodded eagerly, eyes wide, her excited smile urging me on.

“I mean it!” I said. “This would get a LOT of people in a LOT of trouble, including me and my mom!”

“I swear I won’t tell! May bugs come up out of the ground and eat me alive if I do!” I knew Deanna had a phobia about bugs because we had been inseparable at school lately and had seen several she had avoided like the plague on the playground, so I went on with my plan.

“My mom wouldn’t be mad if she knew what we did last night.”

Deanna’s eyes widened. “Really?! How do you know?”

“Because I go to her work with her sometimes and watch her…and sometimes I even have sex with some of the grownups there.”

Deanna gasped. “And she KNOWS?”

“Yes. Remember you PROMISED not to tell anyone. You SWORE in fact!”

“I won’t tell! Honest!” She was looking at me with a question in her eyes, and I could see her thoughts. She was wondering how she could get in on this fun, and of course that was exactly what I had planned. “Wow… that is like WAY cool!” she said.

“Well, there’s more.” I had decided that since she had confessed to getting turned on by her own mom, I could tell her about me and my mom as well, but of course the details were even sexier.

“Holy shit! What?!” She looked so turned on by my news that I thought she might even start masturbating right there.

“Well…you remember how you said you were turned on watching your mom and I said I was turned on watching mine?” She nodded, eager to hear more. “Well…my mom and I actually have sex with each other—and other women.”

“Oh…my…God!” Deanna suddenly became very animated. “That is like the coolest thing in the world! I wish I were you!”

I smiled at that. To be the envy of a girl I was head-over-heels in love with was turning me on in ways I hadn’t been before. My stomach felt like it was doing jumping jacks, but it was a nice feeling.

“I have a question for you,” I said. “If my mom says it’s okay, would you like to come out to the set with us today and have some…fun?”

“Are you shitting me? Of COURSE!” She grew serious for a moment. “What will we tell my mom, though? It’s not like I can say, ‘Hey, mom, is it okay if I go with Cheryl and her mom to watch people fucking and even have sex with some of them and Cheryl?'”

I giggled. “We’ll just ask if you can come spend the day with me. And maybe even spend the night tonight! It’s not like she knows my mom has to work today.”

“That would be so great! And your mom won’t mind?”

I grinned at Deanna. “Not if you let her lick your pussy and you lick hers.” She grinned back at me. It was this huge, open-mouthed, “OH MY GOD!” kind of grin that lit up her eyes.

Now to convince our parents. I had not brought this up with my mom yet. She knew we were going to have sex if I could possibly seduce Deanna, which had been a breeze. I still wasn’t sure who had seduced whom. This, though, might take some coaxing on my part. I knew she would jump at the chance to have sex with Deanna if she knew how much Deanna wanted that—and would remain 100% quiet about it. But bringing Deanna, who wasn’t her daughter, to the set might be a bit different.

There was another knock at the door and Deanna and I, too busy with our plans, were still naked. There was a longer pause before the door opened. This time we were back under the covers again, but we weren’t caught making that quick, flailing motion to do so. Still, we were holding the covers up at our necks. It occurred to me her mom would have to be an idiot not to know we were naked under the covers. Why else would we cover up that securely? I blushed and Deanna’s mom caught my eye and we shared a look that said, “Yes, I know you two are naked and have probably been fooling around, but I won’t embarrass you both by confronting you about it.” She told us instead to get a move on and closed the door once again. When I sat up, I suddenly knew without a doubt that she knew we were naked together. The evidence was right out in the open: On Deanna’s dresser were my pjs—neatly folded and totally unused. And on the floor beside where I had slept were my clothes, with my panties on top, telling anyone who cared to look that I had definitely slept naked last night. Walking around the foot of the bed, I looked down. There were Deanna’s panties. Her mom knew. I pointed these items out to Deanna. She covered her face in horror and embarrassment, staring at the indisputable evidence.

“Why didn’t she say anything? She had to know!” she said.

“Maybe she didn’t want to embarrass us in front of each other like that.”

“Well, this probably kills any idea that we might get to spend the day and night together. She’ll probably ground me for a month.”

“You don’t know that,” I said.

“Yes. I do as a matter of fact. She’s gonna kill me!” Deanna began to cry and I held her tightly, kissing her and trying to dry the tears. “We have to get downstairs. We don’t want her coming in here again and catching us naked and holding each other like this!”

This made Deanna laugh through her tears. She got control of herself and wiped the tears away. I could see she’d been crying, so I told her she needed to wash her face before we went down.

After washing our faces, we dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen, where pancakes and orange juice waited for us. We sat down and started to eat, though it was more like just picking at our food. Neither of us were interested in breakfast. I figured it would be best to just talk about what her mom obviously knew.

“Ms. Carter?”

“Yes?” She was at the dishwasher loading some of the breakfast dishes. Apparently, we were the last ones down to eat, and everyone else—Deanna’s older sister and dad—had already eaten.

I looked around to make sure nobody else was able to hear us. “I have to apologize to you.”

Surprised, Deanna’s mother turned toward me, obviously wondering what I had to apologize for. “What about?”

“Well, you see, my mom is kinda open about some things and, well, I sleep naked at home and have pjs only for when I sleep over at someone else’s house. Last night, Deanna and I were getting ready for bed and I confessed to her that I usually didn’t wear anything to bed. She was curious and I—well—I sorta talked her into trying it.”

“I see,” her mom said, and I looked over at Deanna. She was positively wide-eyed. I was only hoping it would work. “I suspected as much, to be honest. You two were all giggly and taking too long to get up, not to mention suddenly covering yourself up to your necks with the covers and both of your clothes strewn on the floor and your pjs still neatly folded.”

“I figured you saw that and wanted to tell you so you wouldn’t be mad at Deanna. It wasn’t her fault. I promise I won’t do it again.”

She was looking at me, and I could see from her expression that her mind was spinning, probably trying to figure out if that was all there was to it. “It’s okay, hon. I understand how easy it is to want to lie in bed unencumbered by clothing. The truth is if Deanna wants to sleep in the nude, that’s her business, but she should have something handy to put on in case we have to evacuate the house suddenly, like if there was a fire or something.”

Deanna was silent. In fact she might have been speechless. I could tell she never would have thought her mom would be okay with her sleeping in the nude, especially with a friend in bed with her.

Deanna found her voice and asked, almost too quietly to be heard, “You mean you’re not mad?”

Her mom came over and hugged her. “No, Honey. You’re a growing girl, and because you’re growing up, you will want to try out new things. I don’t care what you try out—as long as it won’t hurt you. Like drugs or alcohol. I wouldn’t want you to experiment with them. But sleeping in the nude is a natural thing. It can’t hurt you, so I’m okay with it. Just don’t come prancing down to breakfast with nothing on. Your father might have a problem with that.” She smiled at Deanna.

Deanna got up and hugged her mom. Then she began to cry again. Her mom shushed her, kissing her forehead and stroking her gorgeous hair. Of course, my imagination began to move on with that image, thinking about the two of them together, naked in bed, moving into a lovely sixty-nine. I felt my pussy moisten as I sat there watching them and having the wonderful fantasy.

Deanna’s next question was muffled by her mother’s shoulder, but I heard it clearly. “It’s okay even if I sleep naked with a friend?”

Her mom lifted Deanna’s chin to look into her eyes and smiled. “Well, let’s hold off on it being a boyfriend for a while, okay?” They laughed, Deanna a bit uncomfortably. Her mom looked down at Deanna and her smile changed a bit. It became almost sad. “Like I said, Sweetie. You’ll be starting to experiment with a lot of things in life—” she glanced at me before saying the rest—”as long as you don’t get hurt.” And suddenly I knew, just as I had known she knew we were naked under the covers, I knew that she knew we had done more than just sleep naked. She knew everything, and I wondered why it didn’t seem to bother her. Like Deanna, I thought her mom would have a cow if she knew we had had sex together. But here she was, basically giving unspoken consent to her and me to go ahead and explore our sexual natures together.

I guess I’m a bit psychic like that. I can look at a person and just sort of know what they are thinking about a subject that is part of a discussion taking place. I’m not sure how I know, but I do. And that explains why I suddenly knew that Ms. Carter—Deanna’s mother—had experimented like this when she was young. Perhaps not as young as nine, or maybe so. Maybe even younger. But it easily explained how she had grown up to enjoy sex with women, which she obviously did. I had known from the first moment she had seen my mom that she wanted her—badly. And Deanna had confirmed her enjoyment of lesbian sex when she’d told me about the video she’d found of her mother having sex with a woman while her father and another man, presumably the woman’s husband, watched and masturbated.

The doorbell rang, and I heard Deanna’s thirteen-year-old sister, Elizabeth, whom I’d met at dinner last night, open the door and greet my mom. I could even hear the recognition in Elizabeth’s voice. She, too, had seen her parents’ video of my mom. What a sexy family this was turning out to be! I knew my mom would be aware of Elizabeth’s recognition of her as well.

“Well, are you ready?” Mom asked me when she was shown into the kitchen by a puppy-eyed young teenager.

“Hi, Mommy!” I got up and hugged her. When I did, I asked, “Can we go talk about something?”

Mom smiled and said, “Sure.” There was a question in her tone since she was curious about what I wanted to talk about in another room.

I got Mom in the living room and asked her if Deanna could spend the day with us, as well as spend the night.

“Honey, you know we are going straight to my work when we leave here,” Mom whispered to me, knowing it wouldn’t be a good idea for anyone to hear those plans.

I smiled my most mischievous smile. “Of course I know that.”

Mom looked at me and while I could tell she was definitely intrigued, she likely wasn’t going to let Deanna come to work with her—at least not yet.

“Please?” I begged.

“Not today. I’ll have to talk to Bob about that before she’s allowed. Honey, we can’t just invite people out there, especially minors. You’re my daughter and everyone is okay with that. Another young girl—well that’s different. Anyway, wouldn’t it be a bit of a shock to Deanna?”

I was disappointed, but not that surprised. I knew it was a long shot. “She knows I go to work with you. She’s VERY interested. In a LOT of things, including you.”

She began to look as if she might change her mind. I knew my mom had her director, Bob, wrapped around her little finger. She had fucked him numerous times, and I had sucked him off as well—not to mention having sex with his girlfriend who, until that moment, had thought it was terrible that I was always wandering around the sets naked and having sexual encounters with the adults there.

“Come on, please?! You know if I can get Deanna to suck Bob off, he’ll go for anything.”

She looked down at me. “You’re right about that.”

“So, please? I’ll do anything!”

“You’ll do anything anyway,” she said and laughed, knowing I had won. The three of us could handle Bob and any objections he might have. “Okay, but if Bob says no—”

“He won’t, and you know it!” I grinned, and my pussy became a bit wetter from thinking about the next twenty-four hours. Deanna—and I—were going to have the best day and night of sex we could imagine.

“Where will we say we’re going?”

“Easy. To the zoo.”

We went back into the kitchen and Mom asked Deanna’s mom, Jesse, if they could talk privately now. My mom knew better than to ask a mother in front of her child if she would let her child do something.

They moved into the living room to talk, and I explained to Deanna that my mom now knew everything that we’d done together.

Our moms had been gone for several minutes when I decided to see if I could hear what was being said. Elizabeth had gone to take a shower and Deanna and I had been waiting to see if Deanna could join us until tomorrow morning. I moved quietly over to the door of the kitchen. I couldn’t hear anything, so I sneaked up to the doorway that went from the hall into the living room.

What I saw didn’t exactly surprise me, but then again it did. They were supposed to be talking about whether or not Deanna could spend the day and night with me. What they were doing was kissing. I guess Deanna saw the look on my face even from the side and crept up to see. Her jaw dropped. My mom was kissing Deanna’s mom and squeezing her butt. Her thigh had moved between Ms. Carter’s thighs and they were humping each other. I don’t think I’d ever seen my mom work that fast with anyone before, other than on the set of one of her movies.

Deanna and I looked at each other. What I saw there was shock, surprise—and lust. The sight of her mom and my mom making out and humping like a couple of teenagers had turned her on. My mom was facing our direction, and she opened her eyes and saw us there. She held the kiss a bit longer, getting in a few final humps against Ms. Carter’s gorgeous thigh, and broke the kiss. I heard my mom say, “You and I will have to get together soon.”

“I’d like that. Very much.”

Deanna and I moved back into the kitchen to wait, acting as if we hadn’t seen anything. They entered, looking as if nothing had happened beyond a short conversation.

“Deanna, would you like to spend the day and tonight with Cheryl?” her mom asked.

“Would I?!” said Deanna and she hugged her mom and then me.

“You have five minutes to go get a change of clothes and your pjs,” said my mom.

Deanna’s mom looked at Deanna, smiled, and said, “I don’t think she’ll need the pjs. She sleeps in the nude now.”

Mom smiled too, a little too knowingly, as if she and Ms. Carter were sharing a secret. “Well, isn’t that a coincidence? Neither does Cheryl.”

They chuckled, and I knew they’d been discussing Deanna and me. We went upstairs to get what Deanna would need.

Before we left, I decided to step into the bathroom as Elizabeth was finishing her shower. Deanna was choosing what she’d bring to put on tomorrow, I had to pee, and it was the bathroom Elizabeth and Deanna shared, so I had no other choice, not that I wanted one.

As I walked in, Elizabeth was in the shower. The handheld massager was in her hand, and she wasn’t rinsing the soap off. It was aimed directly at her pussy. She hadn’t noticed that I had come in. Either that or she and Deanna weren’t shy with each other about what they did when they were turned on and she thought I was Deanna. It turned out, though, that she thought she was alone.

As I sat and peed, I admired her budding curves, which were gorgeous and easily seen through the clear shower curtain. Her breasts were the size of small oranges, with small cherry-colored nipples that were standing out prominently while she got herself off. She had a small amount of pubic hair starting to grow, forming a soft velvet patch just above her slit and along her outer lips. I noticed it was slightly darker than the dark blond hair on her head. Her pubic hair was sparse and barely covered her pubes. She started to come and I found myself mesmerized. Her orgasm didn’t last long, and she returned the shower massager to its rack and rinsed her face. Her hands massaged her breasts, tummy, and legs, finally settling on her pussy for a few gentle, final touches before she shut off the water. It was then that she noticed she wasn’t alone and let out a small scream.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing in here? Can’t you see I’m in the shower?”

“Yeah. Sorry. But you were doing more than just taking a shower.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, please. You just came with that shower massager. Don’t worry. I do that myself.”

She realized I had the goods on her, so to speak. She got out and wrapped a towel around her. “Don’t tell, okay?”

“Why would I tell? I actually enjoyed the show.” After wiping myself, I stood up from the toilet, gave my pussy another few “wipes” with my bare hand, and pulled up my panties and shorts as I flushed. “Seeing my mom got you worked up, didn’t it?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I could tell. You’ve seen her in one of the movies your parents have of her. Deanna has seen it too, and she likes it as much as you apparently do.” I smiled, walked up to her, and tweaked her right nipple. I was feeling so bold! Then I leaned down, took the nipple into my mouth, and sucked on it for a few seconds while my hand reached down to slip between her inner labia to find the sticky moisture there that coated my fingers. Elizabeth’s reaction suggested I could do it again if I got the chance, and I definitely planned to get the chance.

“Later,” I said, licking my fingers before leaving the bathroom. Elizabeth just stared at me, wide-eyed.

Deanna was waiting for me outside the bathroom. “What were you doing in there? I heard her scream and then you were talking.”

“You really need to get to know your sister better. She could be a lot of fun!” Her jaw dropped again.

Moments later, we were in the car and my mom was driving us to the set where she would be filming an orgy that day. Deanna and I were planning our own little orgy in the backseat.

“She was masturbating?” she asked, after I had told her what happened in the bathroom.

“Yes. And it was my mom that turned her on.”

“Wow,” she said. Apparently, she and her sister weren’t sharing their private secrets after all. I hoped this would change now.

“You wouldn’t think I was weird if I did it with her?”

“Why would I think it was weird?” I said, nodding toward the front of the car where my mom was driving and listening to the radio, which was turned up to allow Deanna and me to talk.

“Oh, right. Do you think she’d do it with me?”

“Your sister or my mom?”

“Well, both I guess,” Deanna said, giggling.

“My mom, definitely.”

“And Elizabeth?”

I thought about it for a moment. The desire that was still there after her orgasm in the shower. The eager look in her eyes as I sucked on her nipple. The way she obviously enjoyed my touching her pussy and licking her juices off my hand. The way she’d watched me as I finished on the toilet and rubbed my pussy a few times for her benefit.

“Yes. Definitely.”

“I am SO glad we became friends!” she said, and I leaned in and kissed her as my hands moved to the elastic waistband of her shorts. I pushed my hand inside to find she wasn’t wearing panties. It was too much for me. I’d been horny since I woke up, and I had to do something about it. I tugged Deanna’s shorts down to her knees, exposing her pussy. Then I pulled my own shorts and panties down. Taking her hand, I moved it to my pussy and my own hand sought her mound as well. I loved the hairless smoothness of her pussy, just as much as I loved the feel of my own bare skin down there. This made me think of the feel of Elizabeth’s pussy with its sparse hair. That had felt nice too.

Deanna looked at the car’s rearview mirror, obviously a little shy about having sex with me while my mom was in the front seat, able to look back at us in the mirror if she wanted to. “It’s okay,” I assured her. “She’s gonna see us in a sixty-nine in about a half hour anyway—along with about a dozen or more other adults.” She smiled and nodded as we started playing with each other’s pussies in earnest. I noticed my mom adjusting the mirror so she could see what we were doing, or at least some of it. At the first light that stopped us, she turned around for a moment and watched us rubbing each other’s pussy and making out. I looked at her and said, “Anxious to join in?”

“Oh, Sweetie, you know it.”

“When we get to the set, everyone can watch us eat each other.”

“Sounds yummy.”

“And Elizabeth, Deanna’s sister, was masturbating in the shower thinking of you.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Your mommy certainly is popular—and lucky,” Deanna said.

“So am I,” I said. Deanna giggled and we kissed. I heard my mom moan in the front seat just before the person in the car behind us honked the horn because the light had changed.

Yes, this would be one interesting day and night.

Continue on to Chapter 5

A Friend My Own Age

By Cheryl Taggert

By the time I was nine, I was quite a seductress. I had had sex with over a dozen women and several men, though that was only blowjobs and jerking them off. Mommy still threatened to castrate any man who took my virginity, and she meant it. I remember dearly loving my pussy back then—still do—and I considered it a treasure, a treasure that continues to yield its gold every time I go in search of it.

My life back then consisted of going to Mommy’s work, watching the people fuck, suck, and everything else done in a porn movie. Mommy had met a new friend named Sandy, or at least that’s the name she used, “Sandy Beach.” When she turned eighteen, she headed for Hollywood and fame. She wasn’t interested in becoming a traditional movie star. She wanted to be a porn star. I was in the offices of the company Mommy worked for the day she came in. She was eighteen but looked fourteen. I remember that the guys who ran the company wouldn’t let her be in any scenes until they not only had her driver’s license, but also had her birth certificate and a sworn statement from someone in her hometown that verified she was eighteen. Once they had that, they had her in just about every movie, along with my mom and a few other women who were always working for them. I remember thinking they were all so beautiful.

The first day Sandy met me, she asked me how old I was. When I told her, she got this gleam in her eye.

“Whatcha doin’ hangin’ around a place like this?” she asked me, her Southern drawl sounding like exotic music to me. We were sitting on this loveseat in the front office. I’d seen her before, but she’d never noticed me, I guess. It would be the first day of shooting for her.

“My mommy is one of the stars here.”

“She is? Who is she?”

I pointed her out, and Sandy looked at me with even more interest. “SHE’S your mom?” She made my mommy sound like a big-time movie star. I smiled.

“Yes.”

“And she lets you hang around here?”

“Uh-huh. I like it here.”

“Is there some room they put you in, or something?”

“Nope, I just wander wherever I want to.”

“Do you see what goes on here?” She looked surprised, but very interested.

“Sure. It’s only fucking.”

Sandy looked around as if we might be heard to see if anyone was paying any attention. “So what do you think of it? Do you ever see your mommy getting fucked?”

“Yes, all the time. Sometimes she won’t get to cum enough and she’ll get me to finish her off a few more times.”

Such adult talk from a nine-year-old was apparently not something Sandy was used to hearing, but I could tell she liked hearing it. “Do you like that?” Her voice sounded dry, as if she had lost all the moisture in there.

“I LOVE it!” I said. “Everyone here likes to help me get off too. It’s fun!”

“Does your mommy get you off, too?”

“Of course. She’s the one who got me off the first time ever. I was six!” I recall being very proud of that fact. Mommy had told me very few girls had the pleasure of having their first orgasm at age six, and having their first orgasm with their mommies was even rarer. Sandy was looking at me and I recognized the look of lust in her eyes. She was getting very turned on by all this.

“You wanna come into my special room? We can play there,” I offered.

She looked around again to see if we were being noticed. Most of the people there were ignoring us, with the exception of Tera, the girl I mentioned before who had a husband and they both worked behind the camera as assistants. They are the ones who liked to watch me. Tera smiled a knowing smile and nodded, while she went about her work.

“Where’s that?” asked Sandy. I took her hand and pulled her down the short hallway into the room where I liked to have my sexual adventures.

Sandy seemed hesitant at first, but I assured her we could be done soon. “It’s okay, I can cum real quick. What about you?”

I stripped out of my clothes. (I’d just gotten there a few minutes before Sandy had arrived and hadn’t undressed yet, which as I said was my usual state while there.) “Well, hurry up. They may want you in there soon,” I said, aware of how angry the directors became when someone was slow getting on set.

Sandy undressed and I looked her over. She was busy doing the same with me. “You ever have sex with a girl my age?” I asked.

Sandy nodded. “My little niece. She’s twelve now, but I’ve been playing around with her since she was nine.”

“Good. Then you’ll know what to do.”

She leaned into me and we kissed. She moved her mouth down my body, kissing me anywhere she had a mind to, and I was certainly willing to let her kiss me anywhere. She looked SO close to my own age, even though I knew she was eighteen. I did the math. She would have been fifteen when she started having sex with her niece. I began to think about meeting her niece one day. That could be a LOT of fun.

We ended up in a sixty-nine and she came before I did. Both orgasms were mind-numbing wonders that left us both gasping for air as we kissed the juices off each other’s face. This would not be the last time Sandy and I got together, I thought to myself. She’s great!

When she looked around, finally aware of her surroundings, she noticed Tera standing in the open doorway. Tera’s fingers were massaging her mound, her wet slit oozing juices onto her fingers, coating them as they slid through her lubricated pussy. At that moment, Tera came. Sandy looked a bit uncomfortable until Tera regained her composure a bit and said, “It’s cool. Everyone enjoys Cheryl in one way or another.” Then she returned to work.

Another assistant stuck his head into the room, “Five minutes, Miss Beach,” he said, as if nothing strange had met his gaze upon looking into the room where the paged Miss Beach was in bed with a nine-year-old girl.

Sandy got up, and kissing me, she left the room.

The thoughts of Sandy’s niece came back to my mind. It occurred to me that I had no girls my own age to play with, and by play, I wasn’t talking about Barbies. I loved to touch my own hairless pussy (still do— laser hair removal is wonderful!), so why not find another girl my own age to have some fun with? I was the only child on the set (of course), and I found myself hungering for a girl my own age. What fun things I could teach her!

Two days later, Monday dawned with promises I had been considering all weekend since having sex with Sandy for the first of what would be three encounters that weekend. That meant school, and while I had never loved school since I considered it to be an interference with my desires, I was anxious today. My excitement about school was evident to my mother, who jokingly asked me if I had become sick.

“No, I just decided I want a friend my own age to play with,” I told her.

She looked just a bit suspicious. “What do you mean ‘play with,'” she asked in a tone that said she already knew but had to verify we were talking about the same thing.

“You know,” I said, moving my hand to my pussy and giving it a quick rub.

“Okay, I knew this day would come,” she said. “But we have to talk first.”

So talk we did. She told me I must be very careful who I picked to have the fun with. She had always reminded me about our talk when I was six when she’d told me I must never tell a friend about sex. Now that I was nine, she understood my need for someone my own age and felt another girl my age now could be more trusted to be discreet, which was a word she had to define for me, but one I picked up the meaning of immediately after she told me. Discreet meant keeping your yap shut about private things. She told me I had to find someone who could be discreet.

“Don’t worry, Mommy, I will,” I said.

She finished by telling me that she would have to approve anyone my age that I wanted to seduce. “I need to make my own judgments about whether or not to trust her.”

I already had someone in mind, though I hadn’t told Mommy about it. Deanna. She was a very pretty and sexy brunette in my class. She sat in the next row, but we’d barely talked. In fact I was kind of afraid to talk to her. Whenever I tried, I would get nervous and feel my heart start to pound so much that it made my palms sweat. Now, I recognize it as a major crush, but back then I knew nothing of those things. That’s odd, I know, but I had pretty well had sex with anyone I wanted up until then, and except for my seduction of Tina, everyone was very open about having sex with me. It wasn’t any kind of a relationship such as love that the men and women I had sex with felt for each other. So this was a new experience.

When I got to school, I made it a point to find Deanna on the playground. She was painfully beautiful. Her dark hair shone like a mirror in the sunlight and looked soft enough to make into a pillow. She was slender and graceful. She loved soccer and was good at it. Her athletic body seemed to beg to be seduced. I strolled up to her where she was talking to a girl named Cloe. I didn’t know Cloe very well. She was in Miss Taylor’s class.

“Hi, Deanna,” I said, trying to be nonchalant.

“Hi, Cheryl,” she said. Was that a smile I saw? A smile for ME? She looked genuinely happy to see me and have me speak to her. My heart soared, taking my spirits with it. I became more confident.

“You know that science project in class, the one where we have to find a partner?”

“Yes,” she said. Her face said she knew where this was headed and didn’t seem happy about it. I was crestfallen before I asked.

“Would you want to be my partner?” I asked, hesitance sounding in my voice like a death knell.

“Linda’s my partner,” she said. The good news was that she sounded sorry she had to say that to me. “If only you’d asked me Friday.”

Talk about good news, bad news. The good news was that she obviously would have preferred me to Linda. The bad news was that she was now with Linda as her partner, no matter what she wanted.

“Oh,” I said. I felt as if I wanted to cry, but no way did I want her to see me do that, so I just said, “Maybe next time” and turned away to walk back across the playground.

About ten paces later, I heard her. “Hey, Cheryl, wait up!” She came prancing up beside me. I was temporarily comforted by the fact that she wanted to walk with me back to the school building and class. I had won the battle against the tears, but I was still unhappy.

“I’m real sorry I can’t be your partner,” she said. “Honest. My mom would kill me if I told Linda I’d changed my mind and wanted to be your partner.”

I looked at her. Was it possible she’d been thinking about me and wanting to be my friend? She seemed as sad about this turn of events as I was. I figured it was time for a little bit of honesty, at least.

“Would you still like to be friends?” I asked, hoping and wishing for the right answer.

“Sure,” she said, and smiled brightly. That smile pierced all the way into my heart and lay there, willing me to keep talking.

“Maybe we could have a sleepover sometime?”

“I’d like that,” she said. “Whatcha doing this weekend?”

“Nothing much,” I said, not wanting to tell her that my Saturday, at least, would be filled with being at my mom’s set, watching her fuck and probably having sex with a few adults myself. My week, I suspected, would be spent having sex with Mommy or masturbating and dreaming of Deanna.

“Want me to ask my mom if we can have a sleepover Friday night? I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

I looked into those gorgeous eyes and grew a smile that matched hers, “I’d like that,” I said. “I’d like that a lot.”

“Okay, I’ll ask,” she said. Then with an adventurous look in her eyes, she said, “Wanna race to the doors?”

“Okay,” I said and laughed, breaking into a run. Because of my fast start, I took the early lead, but she made up that distance quickly and passed me long before we got to the school’s doors. We fell against them, laughing and catching our breath. We walked to our classroom and seated ourselves, smiling at each other across the space that separated our rows. The rest of the day was a blur filled with her shining hair and brilliant smile.

On my way home that afternoon, it hit me.

I was in love for the first time.

We had exchanged phone numbers and she called soon after I arrived home.

“My mom says you can spend the night!” she said. Her excitement touched me, making my heart beat faster and my palms sweat.

“Great!” I said.

“What’s great?” asked Mommy. I covered the phone.

“Deanna’s mom said I can sleep over this Friday!”

Mommy didn’t have to ask who Deanna was. It was as plain to her as if I’d been wearing a sign: I’m madly in love with Deanna and I want to seduce her into wild sex where we end up in a wonderful 69 and make each other cum until we can’t count the orgasms anymore!

“Do you know where she lives?”

It suddenly occurred to me that I didn’t.

“Where do you live?” I burst into the phone.

“I live at 1436 Elm,” she said. I told Mommy.

“Ask her if you and I can come over so I can meet her mom?” Mommy said, but I knew she wanted to meet Deanna more than she wanted to meet her mom. It was a stipulation I would have to accept, so I asked her.

“Just a sec,” said Deanna, and there was some muffled talk on her end.

“My mom says, sure!” Deanna said. I could hear the excitement in her voice. I wondered if it was the same excitement I felt.

“Her mom says okay,” I told Mommy.

“Tell her we’ll be there in about fifteen minutes.”

I gave Deanna the news. We chatted for a few minutes while Mommy got her stuff together. Then Mommy and I left for Deanna’s. When we got into the car, Mommy reached over and put her fingers in my pussy, testing the dampness. I was soaked. Part of me wanted Mommy to continue, but I wanted to get over to Deanna’s.

“You have it bad, don’t you?” Mommy asked.

“Got what bad?”

“You’re in love,” she said.

“It shows?” I asked, nervous that Deanna might be able to tell.

“Only to a grownup.”

I thought for a second. Then I got nervous. “Will Deanna’s mom be able to tell?”

“Maybe, but maybe not. She isn’t aware of your sexual maturity yet, so maybe she’ll just think it’s two girls who are good friends. Do you think Deanna has a crush on you too?”

I didn’t know. Did she? She certainly seemed excited we would be spending the night, and she seemed very happy that I had approached her about the project, leading to a friendship that had blossomed into full bloom by the day’s end. But love me? I wasn’t sure. For all I knew she didn’t know anything about sex at all, and she may just see this as a fun friendship. I recognized that we were still only nine and that real, honest-to-God love wouldn’t happen for years, but I also knew girls fell in love before that as nature’s trial runs. The fact that I preferred girls was obvious to me. But what about Deanna?

The melancholy that was beginning to descend on me dissipated when we arrived at Deanna’s house. Deanna opened the door and saw me and giggled and hugged me before turning her attention to Mommy. It was a typical reaction. Mommy was, and still is, very pretty. She wasn’t one of Hollywood’s biggest porn stars for nothing. She had a figure meant for magazine foldouts. She was, to put it bluntly, gorgeous and very sexy. Deanna saw Mommy and just froze there. Her mouth gaped. It was as if she’d seen a ghost. Deanna’s mother breezed into the room. Then she froze. It was the first time I noticed it from a woman, but I was suddenly aware that at least Deanna’s mother had seen one of Mommy’s movies. Maybe even Deanna had too, though I couldn’t tell. It may have really been only the sight of my mommy, without any recognition. But Deanna’s mom was different. The look of recognition was obvious. As I said, I usually noticed it on men when we were shopping or something. But this was Deanna’s mom, and suddenly her breath was coming a bit faster and shallower than it had been.

“Hello,” Mommy said, extending her hand to Deanna’s mom. “I’m Kayleigh, Cheryl’s mother.”

She took the offered hand, almost marveling at it.

“This is Cheryl,” said Deanna, since I’d never met her mother before. Deanna was still looking at Mommy, though.

“Hi, Cheryl,” said Deanna’s mom. “…Kayleigh.”

Then she snapped out of it. “I’m sorry. Where are my manners? I’m Jesse, short for Jessica. Won’t you two come in?”

“Sure,” said Mommy. “And hello, Deanna. Cheryl tells me you two are fast friends.”

“Yes,” said Deanna. “I’ve sorta been wanting to be friends with Cheryl for a while now, but for some reason never got up the nerve to speak to her before.”

“You two run along. Kayleigh and I have to get acquainted too,” said Deanna’s mom.

About an hour later as we were driving home, Mommy said to me, “She’s seen some of my movies.”

“Yeah, I know. Deanna’s mom looked like one of those men who recognize you when we’re out sometimes.”

“Well, she’s seen me too, but I was referring to Deanna.”

I looked at her. “Really?! No kidding?!”

“No kidding. It was the same recognition in her eyes. What I couldn’t figure out was if her mom could tell Deanna had seen me. When you two disappeared upstairs, I told Jesse I could tell that she knew who I was. I didn’t say she’d seen my movies, but she admitted it anyway, saying she and her husband had a few of them. I told her I was flattered, and she said the pleasure was all hers. She wanted me, Baby. Badly. I could almost smell her pussy from where I sat.”

Wow. Deanna’s mom wanted to have sex with my mommy? It was a weird feeling but exciting too. And what did Deanna want? She had said nothing to indicate she knew who my mom was or that she’d ever seen any of her movies, but I knew it was possible she’d snuck into her mom and dad’s video stash and taken a few peeks. It really didn’t matter. The fact was that Mommy had said she’d seen her in a movie, and I had no reason to doubt Mommy’s take on the matter.

Needless to say, Mommy said it would be fine if I seduced Deanna since she obviously knew how to be discreet, or at least as discreet as a nine-year-old could be.

I couldn’t wait for Friday night.

Arrangements had been made for her mom to pick Deanna and me up from school and swing by my house so I could get my things. I had the sneaking suspicion she wanted to see where we lived.

We arrived at Deanna’s and she and I immediately went up to her room. I noticed Deanna locked the bedroom door, though she didn’t see that I noticed.

She got right to the point.

“If I show you something, you promise not to tell anyone?”

“Sure,” I said, wondering what she was going to show me and hoping it had something to do with sex.

“First, swear you won’t tell.”

“I swear.”

“Well…do you know what your mom does for a living?”

“Yes.” It was a simple statement of fact. I figured she had a video to show me.

“How does that make you feel?”

“Wha’d’ya mean, how does it make me feel? It’s her business what she does. She gets paid real well.”

“I didn’t mean to say anything bad about her or anything. It’s just that, well, I’ve seen a movie she was in.”

“Is that why you acted so surprised when you saw her when we came over Monday?”

“Yeah, but it kinda freaked me out too. When my mom came in and everything, I had to act all normal, but it was sorta hard to do. Anyway, if she suspected I’d seen your mom’s movies before, she didn’t say anything, so I guess it’s okay.”

“Oh,” I said, at a loss for what to say next.

“Have you ever seen one of them?” she asked.

I figured the truth would move this along faster, so I told her I had.

“How did it make you feel to see it?” she asked.

I grinned a little, knowing what she meant. “What do you mean, ‘How did it make me feel?'”

Deanna grinned too. “You know…”

“Well, I’m not exactly sure what you mean. Do you mean did it make me mad? Or do you mean did it upset me? Or did you mean did I like it?” I was still smiling, hinting to her the answer but not yet willing to say it.

“Well…did you like it?”

“Yeah.”

“So how did it make you…FEEL?” She emphasized the last word and I knew she wanted to know if it made me horny. I turned the tables back on her.

“How did it make YOU feel?” I giggled.

“Well…it made me all…kind of tingly…you know…down there.” She was grinning, giving me everything I needed in order to know I could confess to her since she’d confessed to me.

I giggled some more. “Okay, yeah, it made me all tingly too.” I wasn’t ready to tell her I was one of my mommy’s lovers. That would have to wait.

“Did you…try anything?” she giggled some more, obviously embarrassed but still willing to discuss masturbation.

“Maybe. Did you?”

“Maybe.” More giggles.

“Maybe means ‘yes,’ doesn’t it?” I said, wanting to get on with it.

“Maybe,” she said, and I jumped on her and began to wrestle her. She let me win, because I knew if it were a real wrestling match of any sort she would win easily.

We giggled some more and I looked down at her. The thought of kissing her came to me, but I held off. She may be more ready for masturbating together than kissing, and I didn’t want to scare her away, especially when our possible lovemaking was so close.

“I have one of your mom’s videos,” she said, the tip of her tongue between her teeth as she smiled.

“In here?” I asked.

“Yep.”

“Where?”

“It’s already in the player.”

I looked at the video player (DVD’s were not out yet back then) and then at her.

“You wanna watch some of it? Your mom is sexy.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“So, you want to…?”

“Okay,” I said, letting her up so she could get her remote.

She turned on the TV, and an image of my mom with Jill slowly appeared on the screen. Just what I’d hoped for. A lesbian scene. That meant it had turned her on. Good.

She hit the play button, and an almost silent video of my mom and Jill doing things to each other played before us.

“Does it really turn you on to watch your mom have sex with a woman?”

God…she didn’t know the half of it. “Yeah, am I weird?”

“No. I don’t think so.”

“If you found a video of your mom doing it with another woman, would it turn you on?”

She looked at me for a moment.

“I did.”

“Are you kidding?!”

“No. I found it with this one. My mom and dad and another couple. In one part my mom and the lady do some stuff and my dad and the other guy watch while they play with themselves.” This was more than I could have hoped for. Still, she hadn’t answered my question exactly. “So, did it turn you on to watch your mom and a woman together?”

Deanna looked at my mom and Jill on the screen. Mommy was on her tummy licking and sucking Jill’s pussy with her thumb up Jill’s pussy and a finger in her butt. Jill loved it when Mommy did that.

“Yeah. It made me hotter than fire.” That made my pussy clench and I felt the juices that were nearly leaking out of me.

Finally, I said we needed to go downstairs because her mom would get suspicious if we stayed up here too long. We reluctantly turned off the player and TV and went downstairs to dinner and some time with Deanna’s family. Then we went upstairs again to what we really wanted to do. Watch that video.

When we got to her room later that evening, Deanna said we should “get comfy” to watch it. She slipped her clothes off until she wore only her panties. She had no boobs to speak of, of course, and neither did I. I stripped down as well, leaving my panties on. I figured it was only a matter of time before they ended up on the floor.

As we watched, I would sneak a peek over at Deanna. She had begun casually scratching at her slit through her panties. I began to do the same, all the while wanting desperately to do more. Soon, I noticed she had slipped her hand inside where her hand cupped and rubbed the flesh there. I decided to do her one better and move this along some more. I pulled my panties down to just below my knees and hiked my knees up a bit and spread my bent legs out some. I could feel the electric charge of her leg against mine. I sensed she felt it too and liked it. I noticed she had begun to watch me as well.

Soon her own panties were on the floor, sort of outdoing my boldness. Shortly after that we were both naked and ignoring any idea that we hadn’t planned this all along. My fingers were flying over my pussy. I could feel my orgasm rising in me while sensing Deanna’s wasn’t far behind, if it was behind at all. About the time I felt my own crest over the precipice that cascaded my body into a massive orgasm, I heard and felt Deanna doing the same thing. I watched as she played with her pussy, coaxing out the last spasms of orgasmic beauty.

When we were finished, I looked at her and said, “Well, that’s a nice start. How many have YOU been able to have in one night?”

“I don’t know. I lost count one night at ten.” A girl meant for me…definitely.

“Well, that means we have at least ten more to go,” I said, and leaned over and my lips met hers. It was my first real “I’m in love” kiss, and it was great. Her lips glued to mine and her tongue began to explore my mouth as her arms came around my neck and cuddled me into her. I moved on top of her and began to grind my thigh into her pussy, while pressing my own wet pussy into her thigh. We kept that up for a few minutes until we both exploded. Then it was time to go in for the feast. I moved my body down hers, kissing her wherever I wanted, licking her undeveloped yet sensitive nipples, swirling my tongue into her navel, and finally…finally…reaching her pussy. She was red and wet, and she tasted like what I thought a very good wine must taste like. My hand wandered to my own slit, pressing my need into a craving.

She bucked into my mouth, meeting the thrusts of my tongue that darted into her inner labia and across her clit. Building a rhythm that was meant for taking us over the edge and into shattering orgasms. Soon she was having number three as I achieved the same number using my own hand.

Later that night, we lay exhausted in each other’s arms. We had kept count until we had each achieved eleven tremendous orgasms, spasms so pleasurable I am amazed we weren’t heard by everyone in the house. After the eleventh, we gave up, for by then we were both in a cycle of riding the wave. It was the most intense sex I’d ever had and, I was sure, it was the same for Deanna.

“I’ve loved you for a long time,” she said. “Ever since the first day of school when you sat in the row beside me. I’ve wanted to speak to you but I was afraid you wouldn’t want to be friends with me.”

“It’s the same for me. Finally, I figured I would just say, ‘Fuck it,’ and go for it.”

“I’m glad you did,” she said, kissed me, and began to nod off.

But before she did, she said, “I love sex. I’d give anything to be able to do it with your mom. Would that bother you?”

My mind reeled with the possibilities, as I had already begun to hatch a plan to get the two of them together.

Continue on to Chapter 4

Mommy’s Workplace and The One Who Complained

By Cheryl Taggert

It’s an odd thing about people in porn. They often have the philosophy that if it feels good, do it. Age, other than the age of the actors and actresses in their movies, doesn’t seem to matter at all. If someone enjoys sex, he or she should be allowed to enjoy it in whatever way they see fit. And of course, the entire crew is made up of voyeurs. After all, that’s their business, right? They love to watch others having sex. I have met only one person who didn’t enjoy the fact that I enjoyed sex when I was that young, and that was a girlfriend of the director, a woman who disapproved of my escapades. Still, she never stopped me, and I caught her looking at what I was doing on more than one occasion. Later, I would see her sitting beside the director, her hand inside her panties while a scene was being filmed, or she would be down on her knees sucking his cock–with one hand inside her panties. She was definitely into masturbation, which was fine with me since I, too, was a lover of all things sexually stimulating.

One day, Tina, the woman who disapproved of my little orgies, told my mommy she should be in jail. That pissed Mommy off a lot. She and Tina had gotten into a big argument that had to be broken up by Bob, the director. I was eight by this time and thoroughly into my own sex life, which involved women almost exclusively by then, and as I watched Mommy, I could see she was hatching a plan.

And I knew the plan involved me…and Tina.

Later, I found out how the whole thing was set up. Mommy went to Bob, who was also tired of Tina’s griping about my sex life, to set it up. (I’d blown him several times and he wasn’t complaining.) She told him that she would do a movie (usually three or four scenes for a porn actress) for FREE if he would help set Tina up to have sex with me.

He agreed.

I was told that I would be licking a woman off in a dark room and that I was not to make a sound. At that time, I had no idea who the woman would be. It had been a few weeks since the fight, and I’d forgotten about it. Mommy said it was a present for a friend of hers. I was to wait in a closet one night and wait for a couple to enter the room and start having sex. When the man moved down to eat the woman’s pussy, I was to take his place VERY quietly. Mommy put my hair up in a bun on top of my head to prevent it from dangling to the woman’s thighs and giving everything away.

I waited in the dark closet for the couple to enter. When they did, I saw it was Bob and Tina. Even at the tender age of eight, I knew what was going on here. Mommy was going to prove to Tina that age didn’t matter. I smiled at the thought, though I wasn’t sure how the truth would be revealed.

Bob and Tina started undressing with only the bedside lamp on. When they were naked, they got into bed and Bob reached over and turned off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness so thick I couldn’t see what was happening on the bed.

Finally, I heard Bob say, “I want to eat your pussy before we fuck.”

Tina gasped her answer, “Please…yes…eat me…”

That was my cue. I slowly slid the door open and crept to the bed. Bob started moving around a lot to hide the weight of me getting on the bed, and I moved into position. Tina’s pussy was shaved and waxed– totally bald, like me. I moved my mouth to her and began to enjoy her pleasant taste. I licked her with the softness of a butterfly’s wings, teasing her clit. Her pussy began to flood. Bob, who was down there with me, put his finger inside Tina and worked it in and out as I licked her clit, trying my best to give her the best orgasm she’d ever had. I was getting VERY horny and reached down to rub myself. My hips began their slow rhythmic motions, welcoming the familiar friend into my slit. For a moment, I wondered if my movements would startle Tina into wondering who it was, but she was far too deep into her own coming orgasm to notice. I began to hump my hand in earnest and felt Bob put one finger in my butt. I was getting close and thought Tina better come soon or I would beat her to a climax. I began to smash my mouth into Tina, urging her to orgasm, licking her with abandon. My tongue worked her clit like a boxer works one of those dangling bags, punching away and moving the bag in a rhythmic dance. Finally, moments before I came, she did. She began to moan and shriek, calling God in her ecstasy. At that moment, I came too. My squeals were obviously not Bob’s and for a moment, she didn’t seem to notice because of the power of the bliss she was feeling.

Then, just as my orgasm was subsiding and Bob’s finger exited my butt, I heard her confusion.

“What the fuck? Who–?”

The bedside light came on and the door to the room opened simultaneously. Mommy was standing there, a smirk on her face and not a stitch of clothing on her body. Tina looked down to see who’d just given her that marvelous orgasm.

“Oh, my God!” she screamed, moving away from me as if I were a poisonous snake about to strike. But of course I had already done so.

“What the fuck are you doing, Bob?! She’s just a child!”

“No,” said Mommy, “she may be only eight-years-old, but she’s definitely not a child.”

“Why did you do this?!” Tina screamed.

“To prove a point,” said Mommy. “It’s the person, not the age.”

“But–” The reality that I had just eaten her pussy until she came–hard–was at war with everything she’d ever been told. Sex with most children is bad, but I was not just any child. I enjoyed sex. No, I loved it. I was technically a virgin, but sex and orgasms were the most important things in my life. She was trying her best to wrap her brain around that concept. She sat there on the bed, looking at me and occasionally glancing at Mommy and Bob.

Finally, Mommy took Bob by the hand and pulled him and his massive erection from the bed and began to lead him out the door–presumably to see to his needs. She left me there on the bed with Tina. As she closed the door behind her and Bob, she said to Tina, “She tastes really good too,” and closed the door.

So there we were, both of us naked on the bed. My libido had already begun to wake up again. I wasn’t sure Tina’s was, but by the way she was looking at me, I could see she was now viewing me a bit differently than she had before.

She licked her lips subconsciously, and I knew she was hooked.

“You really like sex?” she asked.

“No, I love it.”

Her eyes made quick flitting motions toward my bare pussy as she tried to keep her eyes focused on my face. It was as if her body was telling her one thing while her brain told her something completely different. Her body wanted to find out if my mom’s final words were true, but her brain kept telling her it was wrong.

“You don’t feel like your being taken advantage of?”

“I’m the one taking advantage. How many other girls my age do you know who can have such a great time with sex?”

She didn’t answer because the answer was obvious. She just kept trying to make her eyes not look at my pussy, which was beginning to want some attention. So I did what I would do at home if my pussy wanted attention: I gave it some. I lay back on the bed, spread my legs, and began to fondle myself. I continued watching Tina. She was starting to blush, and her breathing was moving into that breathy phase of accepting horniness when it occurs. She licked her lips again. Her brain had stopped trying to make her look away from my open pussy, where my hand was beginning to get busier. She was literally staring at my pussy as I masturbated.

“Would you lick me, please?” I asked.

She looked at me and accepted the reality: I was eight-years-old and she wanted me.

She leaned forward, letting the covers fall, and in the light of the bedside table, she leaned in and took her first taste of an eight-year-old pussy. Seconds later, she was devouring me like a starving woman. After a few minutes, she began to play with herself as well. Then she moved around and hunched her body so that I could lick her as well. I gladly accepted the invitation.

After a few minutes more, as we were nearing our orgasms, the door opened quietly. I didn’t know who was there but I suspected it was Mommy and Bob. Tina and I reached our orgasms almost simultaneously. To this day, it remains one of the best in my memory. We looked toward the open door. The entire crew was there. They were all craning their necks to see us through the open door of the home they were using as a set.

“Okay, I get it!” shouted Tina. “Just shut the fucking door, okay?!”

When the laughter had died and the door closed, Tina looked at me from the head of the bed. Pillows were stacked to form a cushion for her to lean on.

“Come here, baby,” she said. “Let’s snuggle.”

I moved to her and snuggled into her arms, resting my head near her left breast. “I’m sorry I was so mean,” she said.

“It’s okay. Are we special friends now?” I asked.

“Oh, yes,” she chuckled. “We are definitely special friends.”

I began to suckle her breast like a newborn baby. Her nipple stiffened in my mouth and I continued to suck. When I woke up two hours later, she was still there and asleep.

It had been a great joke, but it was a better ending. I kissed her, waking her. She smiled.

“Ready to go again?” I asked. Her eyes grew big and her smile did the same.

We ended up spending the entire night together. It was not the last time we would do that. She would invite me to her home on many occasions, and I more or less replaced Bob as her favorite sex partner.

Continue on to Chapter 3