Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Pleasures in Thousand Oaks

By Cheryl Taggert 

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My next interview was scheduled for the following Saturday. It was to be held at the woman’s house. She had told me on the phone that her husband would have to be gone when we met since he had no idea about her past. Her name was Bonnie, and she mentioned on the phone she has a daughter age nine. I knew from her answers to the preliminary questions that she was twenty-six, which means she was only seventeen when she had given birth to her daughter.

Her mention of her daughter, more than anything, intrigued me. Was she hinting she was having sex with her? I told Lisa about how the woman mentioned her young daughter, and she was fairly certain that my suspicions were correct.

I drove to her house, a nice ranch-style home in Thousand Oaks, one of the suburbs that stretch for miles from the city limits of Los Angeles. Bonnie met me at the door, her daughter standing behind her.

The woman was beautiful. She had long raven tresses that cascaded down her back and eyes the color of emeralds. She was striking. She walked with the poise of a model. Her skin was alabaster, and her genuine smile put me instantly at ease. She wore a denim skirt and a halter top with no bra, her nipples noticeably outlined in the fabric.

“Hey!” she said, her Southern accent evident. “Ya’ll come on in.”

We entered the tastefully decorated house, and I stopped to admire a painting of Bonnie and her daughter in the room where she took us for the meeting. They were both nude in the painting, but Bonnie was holding the child in such a way that all we could see of the more private areas of their bodies was a side view of her daughter’s butt, the crack barely visible at the edge of the girl’s buttocks. The child’s leg hung down to hide her mother’s pussy from view, and her arm, draped up to Bonnie’s neck, along with her upper body, hid her mother’s nipples. The painting was as stunning as the woman herself, not to mention her daughter. Glancing at Lisa, I could tell she was already getting turned on. That was good, because so was I.

“Have a seat,” Bonnie said, seeming not to notice our open admiration of the painting. “Would you like something to drink? Coffee? Tea? Wine? Or are you beer girls?”

“Maybe later,” I said.

Lisa said, “No thanks.”

“Well then. I guess we should get started. This here is my daughter, Madison,” Bonnie said, speaking quickly and beaming at the beautiful child. Madison’s hair was identical to her mother’s, though a bit shorter, falling to her shoulder blades, and her eyes were a clear blue. Bonnie had four comfortably padded chairs facing a central point to allow us to see each other as we talked. Madison sat in one of these and smiled demurely.

Bonnie took the seat beside Madison, signaling that the child would be a part of the interview.

“Before you ask any questions, I have to make a coupla things clear.”

“Okay,” I said. “I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable.”

“First, I have to make absolutely sure that whatever I say in here remains private as far as my identity is concerned, or the identity of anyone I mention. I don’t want my personal life known by anyone other than the two of you. In your study I must remain anonymous. That was stated in your ad for volunteers, but I want to make sure we understand each other on that.”

“Of course,” I said. “You will only be known as Jane Doe #2. Any partners you mention will be known by assumed names. And I will never divulge your true identity to anyone. My advisor on this project is a licensed psychologist, and because I am acting under her authority, this becomes equivalent to a sort of doctor-patient privilege kind of thing.”

Bonnie smiled her appreciation, but her next words were rather ominous. “I have to tell you, my uncle is a very powerful man. While I have no evidence to support it, I’m fairly certain he’s killed a few people in his lifetime. And just so you know, he has some cops on his payroll as well, and I’ll know it if you speak to them about me.”

The meaning behind what she shared about her uncle was clear. If she was outed, I could expect big problems from him, and I was reminded of what had happened to Cindy. Because I was completely certain as to the anonymity of my research, I assured her there would be no problems for her as a result of our interview or my research.

“Good,” Bonnie said. “I will be admitting a lot of things to you, things my husband, Madison’s father, knows absolutely nothing about. He’d kill me if he found out, or take Maddy away from me at the very least.” Maddy, obviously, was short for Madison, her daughter.

“Believe me, Bonnie. Whatever you say is strictly confidential. I’ll go to my grave with any and all information about your identity,” I said. “Not even my notes will contain information about your true identity, not even the city where you live.

“Okay,” Bonnie said, “you’re both kinda young. You better know what you’re doing.”

“We do. In fact, I don’t mind sharing some very personal information about the two of us to make you feel safer about our discretion.”

“You mean about your movie?” Bonnie said. I was taken aback by her remark, and she said, “I recognized you immediately.  You’re Kayleigh Katz’s daughter.” Then she grinned. “And I have to admit that you’re even hotter in person than you are on my,computer screen.” She turned to her daughter, “Isn’t she, Maddy?” The child nodded in response to her mother’s question. I felt odd knowing this nine-year-old girl had seen at least one of my movies, but the overall feeling was one of feeling turned on by it.

Answering Bonnie’s initial question, I said, “Well, um, actually, no that isn’t what I was going to tell you.”

“You mean it’s bigger than starring in some porn videos?” she asked.

“Much,” I replied. “In fact, starring in those porn videos was legal because my friend and I were already eighteen when those were filmed.”

She smiled as if expecting that answer, and I realized she had indeed expected it, or at least was pleased it had been my reply. I wondered if she had been testing me to see if I was going to try to admit to something legal to assure her, which almost certainly would have resulted in our being asked politely to leave without the interview.

“So, give,” she said.

I began by saying, “You won’t repeat anything I tell you, correct?” She nodded emphatically. I was so certain that her sex life included her daughter I had no fear of telling her the unvarnished truth. “I have sex with my mom. Have been since I was six.”

Bonnie grinned slightly, the corners of her mouth taking on a satisfied curve. I could tell that news did more than reassure her. The idea was turning her on, and I was fairly certain it made what I expected was her upcoming confession concerning her daughter considerably easier.

“What about her?” Bonnie said, looking at Lisa. “What secrets do you have, sweetie?”

Lisa looked unsure, but I encouraged her and said with a slight nod of my head toward Bonnie, “Go ahead. She’ll never tell.”

Lisa swallowed. “My sister and I have been lovers since we were little.”

“My, my. I guess we have a whole passel of incestuous girls here.”

“I take it you and Maddy are lovers,” I said, framing the statement as more of a question.

“I guess that was pretty easy to figure out,” Bonnie said. “I mean, why have her in here if she doesn’t already play a big part in my story, right?”

“So,” I began. “What is your story?”

“Well,” Bonnie said, “when I was little my mama — well — I guess she was a lot like your mama. She, um, showed me things.”

“What things?” I asked.

“Well, to start with, her pussy. Then she showed me how to pleasure myself by getting me naked with her and touching me in all the right places.”

“Where was your father?”

“He died in a hunting accident when I was a baby. At least that’s what everyone said. As I grew up, I found out a lot of folks didn’t like him and may have killed him while he was out hunting. Either way, I don’t remember him at all. All I know is he died somewhere in the woods of southwestern Georgia.”

“Okay, so your mother introduced you to sex?” I asked to return the conversation to the topic. “How old were you?”

“Almost too young to remember details. I was five.”

“Did you enjoy what your mother did to you?”

“Enjoy? Girl, I was in love with it! I came the first time she did me. And I’ve been coming ever since. In fact, I’m able to come in less than ten seconds. That’s how horny I am nearly all the time. Mama said I was made for orgasms. I think she was right.”

“Just curious, but what did your mother look like? Was she as pretty as you and Maddy?”

A tiny smirk appeared and vanished on her face in less than a second. “Yeah, she was a real fox, and she liked both men and women, like me. I like anyone who can help me get off. I think my mama is the same.”

“She’s still alive?” I asked.

“Oh, yes. She visits at least twice a year, and Maddy loves her very much — and as often as she can.” Her meaning was obvious, and it reminded me of the times I had been with my own grandmother.

“So anyway,” Bonnie continued, “Mama would come home from dates and let me clean her up.” Bonnie looked at me. “With my mouth, of course. By the time I was eight, I got one of the men she was seeing in bed with me and lost my virginity. After that, I would borrow my mama’s dildos and such. I was allowed to masturbate anywhere and anytime I wanted. She’d come home with some guy or gal and there I’d be sittin’ on the sofa with her vibrator up my pussy while I watched porn. More than once she ended up inviting me to join them in the bedroom, but she always took her guest in there first, I guess to make sure it was okay with them. It almost always was. I think most people would be very shocked at how many pedos there are in this world, especially female pedos. I think people sorta expect most men to be at least a little bit like that, but I had just as many women after me when I was little. You shoulda seen their faces light up when they realized they could have me. I think if it were legal, it would be as accepted as drinking wine at a dinner party.

“Anyway, when I got older, I’d bring girls home to spend the night, and Mama would end up having sex with each and every one of them.” Bonnie smiled at Maddy. “Now, Maddy’s passing on the favor.”

“So Maddy brings friends home and you seduce them?” I asked, wanting to make sure I was understanding her right.

“Oh, sure. She doesn’t bring friends home that aren’t sexual anyway. I just offer myself to her friends. Like I said, I’m all about coming with whoever can bring me off, not to mention helping them get off, too.”

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

“Younger than I was when my mama did me. She was four.”

I turned to Maddy. “You like what your mama does?” I asked, wanting to make sure she wasn’t being forced. Her enthusiastic smile said it all, but she added. “Yes. It’s my favorite thing to do, like, ever.”

“Baby,” Bonnie said. “Come over here and show the ladies how much you enjoy what we do.”

With that, Bonnie lifted her butt from the chair enough to pull her denim skirt up to her waist. She wore no panties. Her bald pussy was suddenly on display, and she spread her legs wide, opening her slit to reveal a great deal of her juices that had apparently been oozing out of her vagina since our arrival. Possibly before.

Lisa and I watched as a very happy Maddy scurried to her mom and knelt between her spread thighs. She inserted two fingers inside her mother’s flooded canal and leaned forward to place her lips firmly against her mother’s cunt.

Bonnie’s reaction was immediate. She began to shiver and her legs shot out straight, forming a large V. Her daughter was positioned between the woman’s legs, enthusiastically licking her. Bonnie’s hands went to her boobs, and she began massaging and pinching her nipples through the thin material of her top. Then she proved she was not lying about coming quickly. Within seconds she was grunting out an orgasm.

Looking down, I saw that Madison had her own hand up her short dress and was massaging her clit while she ate her mom’s pussy. I realized Madison wasn’t wearing panties either. When her mother was finished coming, Maddy lay back and continued masturbating, hiking her dress up to her waist and putting her pre-pubescent mound on display. Bonnie took some time to compose herself again while Lisa and I watched the nine-year-old girl lying in front of us, openly rubbing her slit and whimpering with the need to come.

“Go ahead,” Bonnie said. I looked at her and her eyes were locked on mine. I realized her words had been directed to me as she nodded toward Maddy. “I don’t mind, and I can promise you she won’t.” I paused, still unsure. I had open permission from Lisa that I could have sex with any child who was willing, so that wasn’t bothering me. I just wanted to be sure Maddy wouldn’t mind.

“Maddy, honey? ” I said. At first she didn’t hear me she was so involved with her own pussy. “Maddy?” I said, raising my voice a bit to get her attention. She looked at me, glassy-eyed.

“Huh?” she asked, continuing to rub herself.

“Is it okay if I lick you?”

Her face lit up, the smile spreading. “Yes!” she said, as if I’d just offered her the toy she wanted most in the world as a gift.

I looked at Lisa then back to Bonnie. “Is it okay if Lisa joins me?”

“Be our guest,” Bonnie said.

We got down on the floor with Maddy and I offered Lisa the first taste. She leaned over and glued her mouth against the young girl’s pussy. Maddy began to grind her bald pubes against Lisa’s face.

“Sit on my face,” Maddy said to me, her expression one of absolute need. “Let me lick you.”

As I pulled my shorts and panties off, I noticed Bonnie stripping as well. Then she knelt beside Lisa and began removing my lover’s clothes. As I squatted over the child’s eager mouth, I pulled my t-shirt and bra off as well. Soon, Maddy was the only one of us with any clothes on, and that was only because she was lying on her back getting her pussy licked while licking mine. Lisa’s moans told me that Bonnie was licking her as well.

All I can say is that little girl certainly knew how to lick a pussy. Some people think it’s as easy as falling off a log, but too many people just try to gently flick the clit with their tongue or mash their mouths against the clit to the point of discomfort. Maddy knew just how to adjust the pressure, when to lick the labia, when to push her tongue down my vagina, and when to massage my clit with just the right amount of force.

Soon, I was shivering with the approaching climax. Lisa, too, was nearing her own orgasm as Bonnie licked her pussy expertly. And Maddy? She had come twice already and was heading for her third orgasm of the day, or at least the third since Lisa and I had arrived.

Now that we’d gotten the little orgy out of the way, I got down to business regarding what had happened, who had caught Bonnie and her mother, and what level of shame she had felt.

“I can tell you’re from the South,” I began again. “What area are you from?”

“I grew up in Georgia, in a small town about two hours southwest of Atlanta. It was actually a nice place to grow up. Everyone knew everyone else, and we sorta took care of each other because of that.”

“Tell me about getting caught,” I said.

“Oh, that.” I could tell this would not be as pleasant a tale as we’d heard from Andrea, who was caught with her cousin by her aunt, the other girl’s mother, who ended up having sex with Andrea and her daughter, Belinda.

“Is it a painful subject?” I asked. The tone of her answer surprised me. She had set her anxiety and guilt level at a three in the preliminary interview.

“No, not really. It was more painful for my mother, actually. You see, we were caught by the preacher’s wife.”

“Oh?” I could imagine the hell a preacher’s wife could cause.

“Yeah, you see my mama never really liked her very much. Said she was two-faced, and I reckon she was, all things considered. But when the preacher’s wife caught us — well, maybe I should start at the beginning.”

Taking a deep breath, Bonnie said, “Mama and I were in bed together, just a-goin’ at it with each other, and suddenly we heard this gasp from my mother’s bedroom door. We looked, and there as big as you please was the preacher’s wife, Doris. She was standing there with her hand to her mouth in shock. Well, at the time I didn’t realize just how big a shock it was since that activity was just normal for me back then, but now I do. It’d be like being caught with Maddy. Except I was only seven at the time.

“My mama jumped up and grabbed a robe to put on, leaving me in the bed, still not satisfied. I just lay there, naked and horny. Mama escorted Ms. Doris out to the sitting room and got her some tea. Not realizing maybe this was a problem, I went right out after them, still without a stitch of clothes on.

“My mama was in the kitchen fixing the tea and doing her best to chat with Ms. Doris when I entered the room. Ms. Doris just looked at me, taking it all in, I suppose. I had always been told I could touch myself whenever I wanted to inside our home, and there I was still very horny and inside that same house, so I sat down near Ms. Doris and started touching my pussy, rubbing it because I wanted to come. It wasn’t as if I’d never reached a climax before. I’d been having them for about two years by then, and I was determined that the visitor would not spoil my fun.

“When Mama came back in the room, I was sitting on a chair and happily masturbating in front of Ms. Doris, who was apparently fascinated with my actions. Mama told me I had a finger pressed into the entrance to my vagina — something I loved to do — while using my other hand to rub my tiny but swollen clit. I mean, there was no doubt what I was doing. I had enjoyed orgasms in every room of the house, so to me it was like playing with Barbies or something — I saw nothing wrong with it.

“Anyway, when my mama came into the room, doing her best to chat with the preacher’s wife, she saw me sitting there with my hands in the cookie jar, so to speak.

“I don’t really remember this very much. I mostly know what my mama told me. But apparently, Ms. Doris was so fascinated with watching me, she barely noticed my mother entering the room. Mama said she was watching my fingers and seemed to be hypnotized or something. Of course, she wasn’t, but it looked like that to my mama.

“Anyway, they both sat there and watched me bring myself off without speaking a word. Mama said it was pretty evident I had come, and Ms. Doris continued to watch as I cleaned my juices from my fingers by licking and sucking them. Then Mama noticed that Ms. Doris was sorta squirming in her chair, and she knew that the woman was horny from watching me.

“She said Ms. Doris looked at Mama and realized she’d been caught staring at me getting myself off and had gotten horny, so instead of threatening to tell the world, Ms. Doris made a deal with my mama. Mama told her that if she didn’t say anything to anyone about what she’d caught us doing together in the bedroom, or tell what she’d witnessed me doing right there in the sitting room, Mama would let her come over and get a small sample of what we were enjoying. In other words, Ms. Doris could have sex with my mama and me as long as she never told anyone what she’d seen.”

“I’m curious about something,” I said, interrupting her. “Why did she come into your house like that without being invited?” The idea of someone entering my house without an invitation was totally foreign to me. In my neighborhood, that was grounds for being arrested or even shot dead.

“Oh, that. Well, we lived in a small town, like I said, and everybody only locked up at night. In fact, my mama later told me that we’d only recently started doing that. When Ms. Doris had knocked on the door, she got concerned when nobody answered, so she opened our front door a crack and heard some moaning. She thought someone was hurt.”

“So you suffered no guilt from this?” I asked.

“Not much. Later I did a little because of how Ms. Doris ended up confessing what she’d been doing with my mama and me right before she died from cancer. Mama and I had to leave town after that. But Mama told me I should never feel any guilt or shame for what we did. She said it was loving me in the best possible way, and I agree.

“You see, the way I look at it, there’s sex and there’s love. Sex is what happens when two people do it just to get off. Frequently, your partner in sex doesn’t really care about your feelings or if you’re enjoying what’s happening. They just wanna come. Love, though, is different. Love is about getting pleasure by giving pleasure. It’s about seeing to it that your partner enjoys what happens even more than you do. Love is giving. Sex is taking. See?”

I nodded. Yes, I did see. Very clearly in fact, and I was in complete agreement.

“Did you mind what Ms. Doris was doing?”

“Oh, Lord no. She was one of the best pussy lickers I’ve ever met. Turns out she and her sister had fooled around all their lives, from the time they were real little.”

“And this was the preacher’s wife?” I asked, incredulous.

“Sweetie, never let that fool you. Some of the horniest people alive are preachers and their wives,” Bonnie said. “They preach most about what sin they think they’re most guilty of. Now, you want guilt about having strong sexual feelings, especially the ones a lot of folks think is, well, ‘different’? Find a preacher’s wife. They’re bathing in it.”

We ended up joining Bonnie and Maddy in Bonnie’s bedroom. We each had a turn making love with Maddy, who seemed to be enjoying this adventure enormously.

Needless to say, so were the rest of us.

Continue on to Chapter 84

Andrea’s Story, Part Two

By Cheryl Taggert 

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I felt relaxed as Andrea continued her story by telling us how she and her cousin, Belinda, were caught by Belinda’s mom. The orgasm I’d had moments ago had satisfied me, at least for the time being. Lisa, too, look satisfied.

I knew, however, that we would easily be ready for another several orgasms soon.

“Well, like I said, Belinda’s mom is my aunt. She’s my mom’s younger sister. And one night I was staying at Belinda’s for the weekend because my mom had to go out of town for her job. Belinda’s room was just down the hall from her mom’s, and we had started making out before having sex with each other, like we did every chance we got. Or should I say ‘get’?” Andrea said, referring to the fact the two cousins still had sex with each other.

“Oh, well. Doesn’t matter I guess. Anyway, we were kissing and all and we’d taken off our pj’s and were naked, lying under the covers really close to each other. I had started sucking Belinda’s boobie when I heard a noise outside in the hallway. I sat up and Belinda asked what was wrong. I said I thought I’d heard a noise in the hall, and she said she didn’t hear anything but she’d check on it. Well, when she got up to check, I definitely heard something out there. It sounded like bare feet on the carpeting, running down the hall toward Aunt Shelby’s room.

“I knew what that meant. We’d been caught. The odd thing was, though, that my aunt hadn’t said anything or done anything. In fact, she’d run to her room instead of talking to us about what we’d been doing. I mean, any dummy could see we were naked, at least from the waist up, and we had been kissing and I was sucking a nipple.”

“So what happened then?” I asked, wondering myself why Belinda’s mother hadn’t said or done anything.

“Belinda eased her door open, but of course her mom had vanished into her own room. She came back to bed, and we were scared to start up again. I wondered if we had just dodged a bullet or something, and that maybe we hadn’t been caught after all.”

“But had you?” Lisa asked. I looked at her and smiled at her enthusiasm to hear what happened, even though I had made her promise not to talk or ask questions during the interviews.

“Well, yeah, but I’m getting to that. So we sort of argued about it for a while, and by that time we’d sorta lost the desire, you know? So we ended up going to sleep without doing anything else, though neither of us put our pj’s back on.

“So anyway, Belinda sleeps like the dead, but I’m a real light sleeper. I had gone to sleep but suddenly I woke up. I mean I was, like, totally awake in less than a second. I realized I’d heard a sound in the bedroom. At first I thought it might be Belinda either going to or coming back from the bathroom, but a quick movement of my foot to her side of the bed let me know she was still in bed, zonked out.

“Then I heard the sound again. It was a small moan.” Andrea looked at us with a sort of mischief in her gaze, realizing we both knew where this was going.

I said nothing, though, waiting for Andrea to continue her story.

“So I pretended to still be asleep. I knew it was my aunt in the room, but I had no idea why or what had caused that sound. I mean, I was only eleven at the time, so what it turned out to be was not in my mind as something that could happen. Then I felt the covers moving. It took me a second, but I realized my aunt was pulling the covers down, exposing our naked bodies. I could feel the cool air from the room on my body as the covers eased down.

“I still didn’t figure out what she was doing. I mean, it never occurred to me that my aunt could get turned on looking at us like that, you know? But she was definitely exposing our naked bodies. I heard another moan, along with the same sound my fingers made when my pussy was really wet and I was touching myself.

“That’s when it hit me. Aunt Shelby was masturbating! I mean, it was this huge revelation to me. I didn’t know adults did that. For some reason, I thought only kids did it.

“Anyway, by this time the covers were off of us and our naked bodies were there for Aunt Shelby to see. Then it hit me that she was enjoying looking at her own daughter’s nude body. I was on my side, my butt pointed towards my aunt. I began to wonder if she might touch us, but after a moment, I realized she wasn’t going to do that. I guess molesting one of us in our sleep was crossing the line. But, boy, she sure looked. She squatted down to where she could see our pussies. I had one leg hiked up, so she could see my slit if she looked at us from the proper angle. I heard her moan again, this time a bit louder, and I wondered if she was going to have an orgasm.

“I decided to pretend to turn over in my sleep, but of course I was anything but asleep. My pussy was on fire, it seemed, aching to be touched. I realized I wanted Aunt Shelby to touch me there. To bring me to a climax with her fingers. So I made a sort of grunting sound and turned over, spreading my legs as I did and lying on my back.

“I heard Aunt Shelby freeze where she was, obviously afraid I had woke up. But when I didn’t do or say anything, she continued rubbing herself. I managed to open my eyes just a little bit and saw Aunt Shelby standing beside the bed. The room was mostly dark, lit only by the dim nightlight Belinda kept in her room. My face was in shadow, so I knew she wouldn’t be able to see my eyes were slits instead of fully closed.

“She was wearing her nightgown, a red and black chemise, but she wasn’t wearing any panties that I could see. One breast was exposed, and she was playing with her tit with her left hand while her right hand was massaging her clit. As I watched my aunt, her hand became very active, rubbing her slit really fast as she stared down at my nudity.

“Then she started to come. I was fascinated. Her body shook as her hand flew over her clit. She grunted several times, but kinda soft like she was trying to stay quiet. And she was breathing hard in time to the spasms. When she finally finished her orgasm, I watched as she brought the hand that had been on her pussy up to her face. She sniffed her fingers then put them in her mouth, sucking the juices off.

“I swear I thought I was going to come right then and there with her in the room with me. Then she came over to my side of the bed and started pulling the covers up again. I nearly fainted, though, when she spoke to me.”

“‘Did you like that?'” she asked.

“I guess I could have continued pretending to be asleep, but her words surprised me so much I didn’t even think of that. So instead of trying to pretend, I said, ‘huh?’ and she smiled at me.

“Then she said something like, ‘I saw you watching me, honey. It’s okay. I know what you and Belinda do together. Your mom and I did the same things when we were younger. In fact, we recently reacquainted ourselves with each other in that way.’ I really thought I was going to faint.

“She touched my shoulder and leaned over to kiss me goodnight. She was moving toward my cheek, but I moved to where she would kiss my lips instead. She drew back the instant her lips touched mine. I could feel her eyes on me. She must have wondered if what I’d done was on purpose or not, and if it was, what that would mean.”

My pussy was soaking wet again, and without preamble I slipped my hand inside my shorts. The blinds on the windows prevented anyone from outside the room from seeing us, so we were safe from being caught.

Glancing at Lisa, I saw she had her feet up in her chair and her knees spread slightly. Her right hand was draped outside her right thigh and she already had two fingers inside her vagina and was pumping away. I was surprised I’d not noticed that she’d started masturbating. Looking at Andrea, I saw her grin before pushing her own hand inside her shorts once again.

“So,” I said. “Go on with your story.”

“Yes, well, uh, sh- she asked me if I meant for her to kiss my lips and I said I did. Then she pulled me to her and kissed me the way Belinda and I had kissed. Her tongue was inside my mouth and mine was inside hers. I felt her hand move down my body, stopping for a moment to feel my small bumps that passed for boobies. Then her hand traveled down my tummy, stopping just above my slit.

“She asked me if I was sure I wanted this to happen, and I said I did. Then her fingers were on my clit, rubbing me there. She stopped kissing me and said something about how wet I was. Then we were kissing again, and I could feel my orgasm rushing up on me. Then I was coming. My pussy was so wet I could feel the juices running down into my butt crack. My aunt continued rubbing me until I had finished coming. Then she glanced at Belinda before motioning for me to follow her.

“Getting out of the bed, I did as she wanted, following her into her bedroom. I was still naked, of course, but she was still wearing her chemise. She took that off and we were both naked, standing there in her room.

“She made sure I was aware that she could go to jail if I told anyone about what we were about to do. I told her I understood and wouldn’t say a word to anyone, not even Belinda, though I knew I would probably break that part of the promise. After all, she’d spent a good bit of time staring at her own daughter’s naked body. I knew she had the hots for her and wanted to see if I could get them together.

“Aunt Shelby kissed me as we stood there in her bedroom. Then she guided me onto her bed, where she had me lie back and spread my legs. I knew what she planned to do. What surprised me was that she stopped to explain it to me.

“I told her I knew all about oral sex and that Belinda and I enjoyed it. She was surprised by that, I could tell. I think she may have thought we only liked to touch each other or hump each other or something. I even thought how if I hadn’t heard her outside the door earlier, she would have gotten first-hand knowledge that we were very experienced with licking each other.

“Then she asked me if I would play with myself while she watched for a moment, but not to come. I did it while she watched, and she told me she and my mom used to watch each other masturbate all the time when they were kids. I was amazed she and my mother had done this when they were my age, and even more surprised that they had started doing it together again.

“After a moment of watching my fingers toying with my slit, she brought my hand to her mouth and licked it clean. I wanted to taste her, too, but decided to wait to ask her if I could. It was funny that I thought she might not want me to. Anyway, she crawled between my spread legs and started licking my bald pussy. I was only eleven, as I said, and I didn’t have any hair down there yet.

“She kept tonguing my slit and kissing my clit until I couldn’t take it anymore. I came about as hard as I’d ever come in my life. I remember thinking how incredible it was and that I couldn’t seem to make my thighs stop trembling from the force of my climax.

“I decided to ask her if I could lick her pussy. I figured all she could say was ‘no’ and that would be that. Of course, she loved the idea, but only if I really wanted to do it. She assured me she could bring herself off if I didn’t want to do anything to her, but I told her it would be amazing if she would let me.

“So she lay back on her bed and I moved to her pussy. She had hair, still does, but it was trimmed neatly to prevent the hair getting in the way too much. I began to lick her and she responded as if I was the most wonderful cunt lapper she’d ever met.

“In the middle of it all, I stopped. She was obviously on the verge of coming, but I wanted to be sure to say this while she was really horny. I told her that I knew she’d also been looking at Belinda, and I thought if she wanted to do anything with her that she would be willing. I ended my plea by saying that Belinda loves sex a lot and had said her mom was the sexiest woman she’d ever seen. Then I mentioned that Belinda would sometimes masturbate while thinking of her. That surprised her, of course, and I can assure you it didn’t take long before Belinda was sleeping in her mother’s bed more often than in her own. And when I was there, we’d all sleep in there with her.”

I heard Lisa coming, and it set me off as well. My fingers were plunging in and out of my pussy while my thumb made contact with my clit. Andrea, too, had her own orgasm before we all melted onto our chairs to recover from the sexual crescendo we had each experienced.

As I stared into Andrea’s eyes, she pulled her clothes off and got on her knees in front of me.

“May I?” she asked. I looked over at Lisa, who looked doubtful.

“Are you going to do Lisa, too?” I asked.

“If she wants me to,” Andrea said, hope for a positive response evident in her tone.

“What do you think?” I asked my lover. “It’s up to you. I won’t be angry if the answer’s no.”

Lisa looked down at Andrea, who said, “I’m really good. Been doing this since I was eleven, after all.”

“Do you want it?” she asked.

“You know I always want it, but this is up to you. You know I could wait until we got to my place,” I said, meaning I could wait until she did it to me later.

“No, it’s fine,” she said. Then she looked at Andrea. “This is a one time thing. Okay?”

“Sure,” Andrea said. Then it must have hit her. “You two are lovers?”

“Yes,” I said. “She has my heart, even if lots of girls have my pussy.”

We all laughed at that, but it was true.

While Andrea licked my pussy as if there were no tomorrow, and in a sense I suppose there wasn’t for her and me, Lisa and I made out, my lover’s hands moving to my boobs and pinching my nipples to make the things Andrea was doing to me better.

After I came, Andrea moved to Lisa and began tonguing her pussy.

“Mmmm,” Andrea said. “You’re as delicious as Cheryl.”

Soon, Lisa was bucking her hips into Andrea’s mouth and coming. Andrea, meanwhile, was rubbing herself once again and coming with my lover.

We all sat back to catch our breath after the series of orgasms we’d had during this most wonderful interview.

“Thank you,” I said to Andrea.

“My pleasure, I assure you,” she answered as her smile turned into a yawn.

I was tired, too.

Then there was a knock at the door. We all scrambled to get dressed as the girl on the other side of the door knocked again, with an, “I know someone’s in there. I saw you before.”

When we were dressed, though still looking slightly disheveled, I opened the door, saying, “Sorry, I must have locked it by mistake.”

The girl entered the room. “Ms. Putnam says your time’s up,” she said. “I’m meeting some people I’m doing a joint project with in five–“

She stopped talking and suddenly sniffed the air. The room, I realized, must reek of pussy. It was now fairly obvious what had been going on just minutes ago.

The girl smiled and said, “I’d tell you to have a nice day, but I think those wishes would be too late.”

Lisa, Andrea, and I started laughing as we left the small room. As we exited, Andrea said, “Don’t knock it til you’ve tried it.”

“Who said I’m knocking it?” the girl said. “And who said I’ve not tried it?”

We parted as Andrea said about the girl who’d nearly caught us with our pants literally down, “I wonder if she’s single?”

We left the building, still laughing.

Continue on to Chapter 83

Surveys and Sex

By Cheryl Taggert 

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The following week I decided it was time to begin my major project. It was to be part of an ongoing work that I would be doing as a precursor to my attempt to get a master’s degree in psychology. I hoped to continue this work as my master’s thesis.

I had decided to interview women who had experienced sex at a young age. My first order of business was to develop what I intended to call sex. My faculty adviser asked if masturbation would be identified as sex for my study. Then she wanted to know if oral sex with a man would be considered sex, probably because of all the hubbub surrounding the former president. She also suggested that if I wanted to make this a more thorough study that I should also interview men. I made it plain I had no desire to do that — no pun intended — at least for this study. I figured I could get some guys to do that if I went on to complete the study for my thesis, or even my doctoral dissertation should I choose to do that.

My working hypothesis was that women felt guilt over sexual encounters while children only because of pressure from society, not because they felt guilt on their own. I was particularly interested in interviewing subjects who had been nurtured sexually instead of being forced. I was also more interested in female-female encounters because of the stigma society attached to any sort of same-sex encounters, regardless of age.

I placed an ad in the college newspaper, as well as on a variety of web sites, advertising for women who had experienced sex with a partner before puberty. I had chosen not to include masturbation as sex, though I would ask questions about it, my thoughts being that any girl who had sexual encounters with another person would more than likely also have begun masturbating at a young age. I mentioned in the ad that I was doing a study on early mutually desired sexual encounters and their psychological effects on the subjects. I had also been warned in my classes not to reveal anything more than vague information about what my study was about. I was also told that I would need to interview women who had regrets as well, but those interviews could wait until I had interviewed some of the women who had no regrets.

I wondered if anyone would even answer the ads, so I was surprised to receive twenty-seven of them in the first week. They left their names and phone numbers on a special voicemail account I had set up, and I would call them back and ask a few preliminary questions to determine if the information they wanted to share would qualify for my study.

The preliminary questions were these:

1. At what age did your sexual encounter begin? At what age did it end?
2. Was your encounter with a male or female?
3. How much older or younger than you was the other person involved in the encounter?
4. Was your partner a family member? If so, what was your relationship?
5. Was your encounter discovered by anyone?
6. What is your age now?
7. And finally, on a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being not at all and 10 being extremely, how guilty do you feel about that encounter?

If their answers to the preliminary questions were such that I felt they could add to my research, I made an appointment to meet them face-to-face in a small office with a window where people could see us that I had been given access to in one of the university’s libraries. Of the twenty-seven who answered my ad the first week, only twelve qualified. The thing was that an answer of “no” to number five would usually disqualify them since the basis of my hypothesis involved the cause of any guilt. This was especially true if the respondent chose a low number to answer question seven in addition to a “no” answer to number five. Also, if the answer to number one was older than fourteen, they would be disqualified as well, though I could not reveal the reason for their disqualification at any time during the phone call. I had chosen fifteen and above for disqualification because the girls would be too close to becoming a legal adult to have discovery matter as much to them.

The first in-depth interview was with another student at UCLA named Andrea. She was a junior, age twenty. Lisa had insisted she tag along as my “assistant” for these interviews. I felt her need to be there stemmed from her fear of my becoming intimately involved with one of the subjects. I was disappointed she didn’t trust me but I also understood. Her break-up with Brenda had left some deep scars, and I had decided early in our relationship to indulge her misgivings and doubts to show her I had nothing to hide from her. Our “no sex with a possible rival” pact was sacrosanct to me, though we had agreed that if we both wanted sex with a girl, we could indulge in a threesome, such as the time we had sex with the girl who had delivered our room-service at the hotel that time. We had agreed not to exchange any contact information with these brief encounters, so the fact I had these girls’ phone numbers already was leading to Lisa’s nervousness.

Andrea arrived right on time. She was very cute with a petite frame, sporting a blond pixie cut that framed her lightly freckled face. She sat down across from us at the only table in the small room and we introduced ourselves. I identified Lisa as my assistant to avoid creating any possible hesitation or other problems for Andrea, since knowing Lisa was my lover might create a feeling in Andrea that she should say what she thought we wanted to hear, or conversely, keep some of the details we needed to hear to herself. She was very outgoing with a bubbly personality. Her smile was natural and attractive, displaying genuine happiness that she was there. She wore tight yellow short shorts that seemed molded to her butt and a light green tank top. It was obvious from a quick glance that she wore no bra.

Subjects were given ten dollars for the hour or so they would spend in the interview. Mom had agreed to bankroll my project. She hadn’t batted an eye when I’d informed her that the first “wave” of interviewees would cost $120.

Looking again at my notes on Andrea to refresh my memory of her answers, I said, “So, your encounter was with your female cousin when the two of you were children?”

“Yes,” Andrea replied.

“And you were eleven and she was twelve?” I asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“And according to this, you were caught together by your cousin’s mother?”

“Yeah.”

“This relationship is ongoing, correct?” I asked, feeling my pussy grow warm and wet, despite knowing I had to do my best to remain detached from the details of her story. Yeah, right. Fat chance of that happening. I glanced at Lisa, who I could tell was equally turned on by this girl’s easy admission that she was still involved in an incestuous relationship with her female cousin, who would now be twenty-one.

Andrea nodded, indicating she and her cousin were still involved sexually.

“You need to answer verbally,” I said, indicating the tape recorder on the table.

“Yes,” she said, smiling broadly.

“And you are aware that this interview, which is being recorded, will be asking you some very intimate and detailed questions about your encounter with your cousin as well as your current sex life, right?”

“Encounters,” she said. “Plural. We get together every chance we can.”

“Okay,” I said. “Sorry. Encounters.” I looked at Andrea. “How many encounters do you think the two of you have had?”

“Oh, God. A thousand? Two, maybe?”

“Would it be accurate to say more times than you can accurately judge?”

“Yeah, I’d say that. Shit, we’ve made it twice this week already.”

“I see,” I said.

“Listen,” Andrea said, concern showing on her face, “this is totally anonymous, right? I mean, nobody’s gonna come down on me from the university or anything because I have sex with my cousin, are they?”

“You have nothing to worry about there. What’s said in this room stays in this room as far as anyone knowing who said what. When I write this up, you will be Jane Doe 1, no names.”

Her grin returned. “Good.” She placed her forearms on the table and said, “So, what’d’ya wanna know?”

I decided to go off-script for a moment to ask about her masturbation habits and when they began.

“How old were you when you discovered sexual stimulation?”

“Wow. ‘Sexual stimulation.’ So formal. Okay, um, I must have been around six… or seven… at the oldest. I was climbing on some monkey bars and was straddling one of the bars. It rubbed my pussy and I noticed it felt nice. In bed that night I tried to recreate those feelings with my hands and fingers.” She smiled as if sharing a secret we may not have encountered before. “It worked.”

“Did you achieve an orgasm?”

“Not at that time, but I did soon after that night. In fact it was talking together about our first orgasms that got Belinda and me started together.”

“Belinda’s your cousin?”

“Yeah.”

“So, tell me about your first time with Belinda.”

“Well, we were sharing my bedroom. She and her mom had just moved here from Ohio after her mom divorced Belinda’s dad, and my mom let them stay with us til they got settled. My mom is Belinda’s mom’s older sister. They’re two years apart.”

“Go on,” I said, urging Andrea to continue her story.

“So anyway, it was, like, the second night and we stayed up late talking about everything. Boys, games we liked to play, boys, our favorite songs and groups, boys.” She paused for a second. “And the talk about boys led to talk about what we’d do if we were alone with a boy we really liked, and Belinda said she’d kissed a boy, and not having done that, I asked her what it was like. Then she said it would be easier to show me instead of tell me because telling couldn’t really do it justice. Actually, her words were it was easier to show than tell. So we talked about that and ended up kissing each other. We made out for a while then we went to sleep.”

“You two did nothing else sexual that night?” I asked.

“No, I guess we were too scared to. The next night, though, I told her I liked kissing her and she said she liked it too and she never thought it could be so much fun with another girl. Then she asked me if I ever touched myself. I knew immediately what she meant. I mean, I knew she wasn’t talking about, like, touching my arm. I answered her with a question, of course, asking her if she ever did. She grinned and said she had and said she was even having orgasms. I told her I’d been having them since I was, like six or seven. She was totally amazed at that, saying she didn’t think people could have an orgasm that young.

“Anyway, we started making out again, and I was getting horny, just like the night before, but I hadn’t done anything with my pussy because I was afraid she’d hear me or something. So, we were making out and I felt her press her pussy to my leg and sort of hump herself against it a little. She wasn’t like humping it hard or anything, but she was definitely humping me. I slowly maneuvered myself so I could hump her leg, too, and before you know it, we were going at it with each other.”

“Were you both naked at the time?” I asked.

“Nah, we didn’t get naked or anything yet. We were still in pj’s. I was too afraid her mom or mine would come in and find us naked and humping each other, and I guess she was too. We really never talked about why it took so long for us to get naked together. We were just humping each other’s thighs. It was pretty obvious we were going to come, so we just kept doing it until we did. Belinda came first, and I followed shortly after that.

“Then we just lay back and caught our breath. Belinda said we could never tell anyone about what we’d done. I asked her if we could do it again the next night, and she said as long as we’re careful.”

“How long did it take for the two of you to get naked together?”

“When our moms went out about a week later on a Saturday to do some house-hunting for Belinda’s mom so they could get a place of their own. I remember thinking I didn’t want them to move out because of the fun we were having in bed at night. Anyway, they left, saying they’d be gone until nearly suppertime that night. So we knew we had hours together without our moms there. They hadn’t been gone ten minutes before I asked Belinda if she wanted to mess around. She said she’d been thinking about it since our moms would be gone for so long. I mean, it was like right after lunch when they left, around 12:30. Suppertime was at 6:00, over five hours later.

“So we went to the bedroom and I wanted to start kissing right away, but Belinda asked me if I wanted to do something more than just hump each other’s leg with our clothes on. Of course, I wanted to know what she had in mind, and she said why don’t we get naked, and I thought that would be really cool, to be lying around the house naked and not having to worry about getting caught. So we took off our clothes and jumped into bed. We started making out and were soon humping each other. Then I felt Belinda’s hand on her pussy as she was rubbing herself against my leg, so I joined her, putting my own hand on my pussy to rub it.

“The fact our hands were so close to each other’s pussy occurred to me, and I wondered what she’d do if I moved my hand and touched her instead. She sort of jumped like she’d been touched by an ice cube or something, but she smiled and put her own hand on me. So instead of humping each other, we ended up rubbing each other off.

“When we were finished, we lay back and caught our breath and soon I was horny again because I guess I was thinking I wanted to take full advantage of being alone for so long like that. So anyway, we start making out again and Belinda asks me if she can touch my boobies. I didn’t have much — Hell, I still don’t — but she started playing with them and soon I’m noticing how I can feel it in my pussy when she’s playing with my boobies. I tell her about it and she says something like of course. Then she leans over me and takes one of my nipples into her mouth and starts kissing and sucking on it gently. Her hand is on my pussy, rubbing me there, and I instantly came.

“She looks at me like, wow, and I lean over and start sucking and kissing her boobies too. She’s like going into orbit or something, and soon she’s coming too because my hands are kinda busy on her puss. We lay there for a while and she says again how we can’t tell anyone about what we do together. Then she leans over and kisses me, and we’re off again.

“By now, we’re humping, fingering, sucking boobies, rubbing each other’s butt — everything. Or at least we thought it was everything. When we finish that time, we decide to find out if my mom has any dirty books or something we can share with each other. We’re traipsing around the house naked and go to my mom’s bedroom, and we find more than a book. We hit the mother lode. My mom, as it turns out, likes to watch porn. All kinds in fact — hetero, gay, and lesbian. I’d never known my mom was into watching stuff like that. She had kept all that well-hidden from me, but apparently Belinda knew where to search, which turned out to be in a plastic box with a lid that was under my mom’s bed. There musta been like thirty or forty movies there. We pulled out a couple of tapes and went into our den where the main TV was. I guess we coulda watched them in my mom’s room on her TV and VCR, but the idea of watching in there kinda gave me the creeps or something.

“So we put this one movie in and it’s like guys sucking each other and fucking each other up the butt. It didn’t do a lot for me, but I glance over at Belinda and she’s going at her pussy like nobody’s business. She came and we put another movie on. This one had men and women fucking. That one got me going, but I found myself looking at the women more than I did the men.”

I interrupted her for a question. “Then you’re lesbian?”

“Uh-huh. I guess I’ve never been that attracted to dicks after all. I mean I had thought I was, but it turned out I preferred pussy.”

I glanced at Lisa, who was positively sweating. Her breathing was a little ragged, too. I knew she would want to fuck me after this, and I was fine with that. My own pussy was overflowing with my juices by then, and I was hoping I wouldn’t have another spontaneous orgasm, which would be very difficult to hide.

I looked back at Andrea and noticed she, too, was dealing with a huge case of the hornies. Her eyes were glazed and her own breathing was giving her away as well. I figured she could probably tell her story was getting our juices flowing. I swallowed what little saliva had formed in my mouth and said, “Go on,” to urge her to continue.

She took a deep breath and said, “So, anyway, we put in the last movie, and it was an all-girl film. We ended up getting educated about what girls could do to each other when we watched that one. Oral sex had never crossed my mind, but it sure did when I watched these girls in a sixty-nine. We both could tell they were loving not only having it done to them but also doing it to each other. I began to wonder what another girl would taste like. Hell, at the time I didn’t really know what I tasted like, for that matter. I remember seeing this one girl take her hand out of her pussy and put her fingers in her mouth to suck off the juices that coated her fingers. That just looked so fucking hot, you know?

“I looked at Belinda and asked her if she’d ever tasted herself, and she said she hadn’t. I said I hadn’t either, but that those girls sure made it look tasty. Belinda just sort of gave me this ‘uh-huh’ kind of answer. I could tell she was thinking the same thing I was. So I asked her if she wanted to try it.

“She looked at me and asked me if I did. I said I asked first but I think we both could tell we wanted to. So Belinda lies back on the sofa and parts her legs and I move in between them for a taste. I took some time inspecting her pussy. I’d never been that close to one before, at least not close enough to look at it like that. Finally, she said something about going ahead and doing it, so I leaned in and licked her pussy. She sorta jumped like it had felt really good, and I decided I kinda liked the flavor and all. Soon enough, I’m going down on her like I’d been doing it every day of my life. She came again, and I told her it was my turn to get licked like that.

“She didn’t hesitate at all. She got between my legs and started licking, and soon I was in orbit myself.”

I saw that Andrea’s right shoulder was moving slightly and realized that at some point she had begun rubbing herself softly through her cotton shorts. She realized I could tell what she was doing, but she didn’t stop or even slow down. If anything, she sped up a bit.

I glanced at Lisa, who shrugged slightly as if to say, “If you want to.” Then her own hand moved to her pussy and she began rubbing gently.

I got up and checked to see if anyone in the large room beyond the window had noticed us. There were a few people milling in the book stacks, but nobody seemed the least bit interested in us or what we were doing. I slowly pulled the cord on the Venetian blinds to close them so we could get ourselves off without worrying about prying eyes in the library before returning to my seat beside Lisa.

I pulled my shorts down to just above my knees, along with my now thoroughly soaked panties. Lisa and Andrea did the same. I could smell the pussy in the small room and hoped the ventilation system worked well.

Andrea stood up, showing us both her bald pussy. I’d wondered if she shaved or did anything else to keep her cunt smooth and hair-free.

The three of us continued like that for several minutes until Andrea began to moan. Her staccato breaths were punctuated with tiny, gasping grunts of “uh…uh…”

Then she came. To her credit she was silent about it. Or at least quiet enough not to be heard in the room beyond the door and window. Both Lisa and I came about the same time, which was about five seconds after Andrea had reached the peak of her intense orgasm.

When I’d finished, I held up my sticky, soaked hand for Andrea and Lisa to see. Then I offered it to Lisa, who took my hand in hers and licked off my vaginal fluids, relishing the flavor, sucking each finger. Andrea reached over to Lisa and took her hand, the one not holding mine, not to mention it was also the one with all her pussy juices on it. She stuck my lover’s fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean while she held her own wet hand out to me to enjoy.

I feasted on the tart and sticky cream that covered Andrea’s hand and fingers.

She was delicious.

Finally, I sat back and said, “My last question is this. What happened when the two of you were caught by Belinda’s mother?”

“Well, that’s sort of hot, too. You sure you want to hear it?”

“Of course. I need it for my study.”

“You mean this is a real study? You’re not just doing this to meet girls and get off?”

“Well, I have to admit the getting off part is fun, but yes, this is a real study.” I thought for a moment. “Have you made up any of what you’ve said?”

“No, of course not,” Andrea said. “But I was still thinking this was all about getting off to girls’ stories about their sex lives.”

I smiled at her. “Just think of that as a fringe benefit of my study.” Recalling a different aspect of her story, I said. “So, tell me about the two of you getting caught.”

Andrea smiled back at me. “Of course,” she said.

Lisa and I sat back, sated for the moment, to listen to Andrea’s wild story, which turned out to be as hot as what she’d told us thus far.

Continue on to Chapter 82

The Eighteen-and-Under Orgy, Part Two

By Cheryl Taggert 

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Sonia’s butt moved rhythmically to press her pussy backwards toward my mouth as I licked her. I loved the taste of the twins, and they obviously loved when someone licked their cunts.

I was on my tummy, licking Sonia, who had her knees under her as she lay on her front and leaned forward to suck Jenna to an orgasm that was rapidly approaching. This position put her pussy at just the right height for me to lick and suck, as well as allow my hands to knead her butt cheeks while my fingers occasionally made sweet contact with her rosebud. I was so into it, I didn’t notice that suddenly someone else was on the bed.

A small mouth was kissing my butt, and a finger was worming its way inside my pussy and beginning to piston slowly in and out. I wondered which of the three girls was making love to me.

The small finger left my vagina for a moment before I heard Randi say, “Mmm. You taste really good.”

So it was Randi who had joined me. I wasn’t surprised. I had begun to notice she was developing a crush on me. I stopped licking Sonia long enough to look over my shoulder to see Randi with her finger in her mouth, sucking and licking my juices from it.

Smiling, I lifted my butt a little and got into the same position Sonia was in, raising my butt into the air and giving Randi room to do whatever she wanted. What she did was exactly what I expected her to do.

She leaned in and began licking my pussy as if it were the tastiest all-day sucker in the world.

I moaned at the contact and returned to Sonia, placing my mouth on her wet slit once again. My sister’s hips began to buck again to help increase the contact between her pussy and my mouth. I did the same, pushing my hips back toward Randi, pressing my pussy against her mouth.

I could tell that Sonia was getting closer to her climax with each passing second. She had to have been extremely turned on by the time I entered the room, and my mouth was doing to her just what she wanted done.

I began flicking my tongue back and forth across her clit, which was a small, hard bump at the juncture of her delicious inner labia. Her soft, hairless mound felt wonderful against my mouth and chin, and I knew she felt the same about feeling my mouth against her slit.

Meanwhile, Randi was licking me everywhere her mouth could reach. Her saliva literally dripped from my butthole, and she was making my pussy a mess with a mixture of my abundant juices and her spit.

Then Randi was sitting up and the fingers of one hand went to my pussy and began finger-fucking me again, while she slapped my butt with her other hand, spanking me just hard enough to feel really good. The jiggling of my cheeks helped stimulate my clit, and I could feel my climax building.

The thumb of my right hand pressed against Sonia’s slit as I moved to touch her there. The end of my thumb pressed into the folds of her young cunt and entered her slightly while the area near the base of my thumb pressed against her highly sensitive clit. Her own bucking motions completed the sensations. Her body tensed as if a spring were coiling inside her somewhere, preparing her body for the massive orgasm that was nearly cresting over the edge.

At the same time, Randi moved to let her mouth join her fingers in my pussy while continuing to spank me.

Then Sonia began to come. Her squeals of delight filled the room as she bucked and heaved with the pleasure that encompassed her body.

It was too much for me. The licking, finger-fucking, and spanking sent me into spasms of utter joy. I had been on edge for a while, what with everything that had happened in my mom’s van earlier, so when it finally hit, it was mind-numbing.

About half way through my orgasm, I heard someone screaming and realized it was a combination of Sonia and me. I was in heaven as far as I was concerned.

As the paroxysms dwindled with the end of my orgasm, I turned over and lay on my bed to get my breath before moving to the twins’ bed where Lisa, Rachel, Chelsea, and Amber were making love. I began fanning myself to cool down. As I did, Randi moved up beside me and started blowing on my sweating body to help cool it down.

I laughed. “Whatcha doin’, sweetie?” I said.

“Just helping you,” Randi said.

“Are you having fun?”

“Yeah. I wish I could live here with you.”

“Where would you sleep?” I asked, wondering where she might take this.

“In your arms,” she said, grinning at me.

“You’re sweet,” I said, taking her hand and kissing it.

She blushed. “So are you,” she said, and I could hear the confession of love in the tone of her voice.

“Would you like to join us for sex like this again some time?”

“Can I?!” she asked, her smile growing even bigger.

“As long as you want to and your parents don’t find out.”

“I’d never tell,” Randi said. “I’d never want something bad to happen to you.”

I smiled at her, sat up, and kissed her. She kissed me back, and I was surprised how good she was at kissing. She’d obviously had a lot of practice. It wasn’t the first time we’d kissed, but the ones before had been filled with passion, lust even. These kisses were more tender and a better indication of how good a kisser she was.

Looking at the other bed, I saw that Lisa was in a sixty-nine with Chelsea, and Rachel was doing the same with Amber. I was happy Lisa and Rachel were having fun with the ten-year-old girls. I knew they were having enough fun to last a lifetime — or at least until the next time we got together with young girls.

“Let’s join them on the twins’ bed,” I said. Taking Randi’s hand in mine, I led her to the mound of naked flesh and we each took a pair and worked to make it better for them. Randi started playing with Amber’s ass while I did the same to Chelsea’s. Once in a while Randi and I would kiss each other, but mostly we just gave pleasure to our chosen pair.

We also watched my sisters on the other bed. Everyone was having fun and I realized for the ten millionth time how lucky I was.

I heard the timber of Rachel’s moans change slightly and looked over where she and Amber were licking each other while Randi added to their pleasure. I immediately realized why Rachel had moaned so. Randi had her hands on each of the girls and had managed to get her fingers up Rachel’s pussy while Amber licked her clit. At the same time, Randi was licking and chewing on Amber’s butt cheeks, causing the young girl to squeal in delight, the sounds muffled by Rachel’s warm, wet cunt.

I pressed my own pussy against Chelsea’s thigh and began to softly gyrate my hips back and forth on the soft flesh. I wasn’t in dire need of an orgasm or anything like that. I just wanted the pressure, the stimulation. I knew the need to come would grow more urgent as I savored the feel of the girl’s thigh against my pussy, but right then I was in no hurry to climax.

Randi, on the other hand, was about to go wild. She now had one hand on Rachel’s pussy, two fingers inserted in the teen’s vagina, her mouth on Amber’s butt, making love to the globes of flesh with her mouth, and her other hand was on her own pussy, rubbing it frantically, as if the need to come was in control of her universe. She was squealing and gasping as her hand slid over her wet cunt, stimulating her clit with each quick pass over the furrow.

“Nnnnnn-NUH! Nnnnnn-NUH!” she grunted in time with the spasms that seemed to be approaching her from within. She heaved against the onslaught of her hand, pressing her pussy against her fingers and palm as if her life depended on coming in the next ten seconds.

“AAAH-OH!” The sound burst from her like water through a broken dam. She continued to nearly scream out inarticulate shuddering sounds as her orgasm consumed her body. “SHIT!” she said, the climax seeming to wash over her in waves of pure delight.

That was all Rachel needed to achieve her own peak. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” burst from her as she gave in to the pleasures both Amber’s mouth and Randi’s fingers were giving her. This was followed by the inevitable howls of pleasure coming from Amber.

I looked around my bedroom at the other bed and its occupants. They had stopped their own lovemaking to witness the storm of orgasms from the three girls. Then as the climaxes began to subside, they went back to each other and continued where they had left off. I could tell that Jenna was having a blast with the twins. Now, Sonia was sitting on her face while Sophia was straddling Jenna’s hips and tribbing with her. I could just see under Sonia from where I was, could watch her hips shifting as she enjoyed Jenna’s tongue. I could see Jenna’s tongue snaking out and licking the young girl’s bald pussy, bringing Sonia closer to an orgasm with each stroke of her talented tongue.

Turning my attentions to Chelsea and Lisa, I noticed my lover’s eyes staring at me from between Chelsea’s thighs. I could tell she was close to another mind-bending orgasm, and that she was definitely enjoying this new lifestyle of making love with young girls. Just a few weeks ago, she had only fantasized about having sex with a pre-pubescent girl. By the time this day was over, she would be able to say she’d been with five girls under the age of twelve.

Lisa’s tongue was extended far from her lips, the tip flicking back and forth on Chelsea’s delicious little muffin, concentrating especially on the place where the inner labia met at the top, the clit hidden within the wet ribbons of flesh. From Chelsea’s reactions, it was equally obvious that she was near her own climax as well. The small orbs of her butt cheeks flexed to their own secret rhythms as the tremors of her approaching orgasm sent small shock waves throughout her young body.

I continued to slide my own pussy across Amber’s leg, feeling the pressure build with the waves of pleasure that coursed through me. It wouldn’t be long now.

Placing my hands on Chelsea’s butt, I began to knead the flesh, massaging it, pinching it with eager fingers. Then my fingers were moving toward the center, pushing aside the small, round cheeks to open the cleft of flesh. Touching the girl’s butt hole, I inserted a finger inside her to the second knuckle and began to fuck her there with my finger. She was clean there, and I felt the initial tensing ease as my finger plunged easily in and out, Chelsea’s squeals of delight telling me how much she was enjoying my fingering of her ass.

I increased my own tempo of masturbating against Chelsea’s leg as I noticed Randi, Amber, and Rachel resting beside us, recovering from their own intense orgasms. They were watching our little show intently. I could suddenly detect the fragrance of sexual desire, and the aroma made my mouth water and caused my hips to take their gyrations up a notch.

“I’m going to come soon,” I said to Lisa, staring into her eyes that looked back at me in a mixture of pure lust and absolute love. She nodded to me, a slight tilting of the head, and I increased my rhythm.

Chelsea began to come first. Her squeals filled the room as she bucked against Lisa’s tongue. Lisa, meanwhile, stretched her neck to keep her mouth against the child’s pussy to ride the girl’s climax to its completion. That was when I came, watching Lisa devour Chelsea’s cream as she came.

I felt the spasms of my orgasm bolting throughout my body, causing my stomach to clench and my legs to feel like cooked pasta.

Then it was Lisa’s turn. I wondered if she had tried to hold off until I came. In any case, she grunted and moaned as she reached the height of lust and I could feel her body trembling as the waves of her orgasm washed over her.

I collapsed beside my lover and Chelsea, who looked as if she might fall asleep any second.

Jenna and the twins must have come while I was preoccupied with my own lovemaking. I heard them stirring on the bed Jenna and I shared.

“Well, that was fun,” Jenna sighed. Giggles caused by her humorous understatement spread through the room.

“I’ll say,” I managed.

“So introduce us,” Jenna said.

“Where are my manners?” I said. “Jenna, Sonia, and Sophie, this is Rachel, Chelsea, Amber, and Randi.”

“So, who’s who?” Sophia said.

Each girl raised her hand in turn and announced their names. We all looked and sounded exhausted.

“Which one’s Sonia?” Chelsea asked.

“I’m Sonia,” Sophia said, and Jenna gave her a playful swat on the arm.

“No, she’s not,” Jenna said. “That’s Sophia.” The twins giggled.

“You didn’t have to tell them,” Sophia said through the laughter.

“Yes, I did. They’d never get you two straight if I didn’t.”

“I’m hungry,” Sonia said.

“Me, too,” her twin added.

“I’ve got something you can eat right here,” Jenna said, pointing to her swollen pussy.

“Already had that,” Sophia said.

“They’re right,” I said. “Let’s go see what there is to eat.”

We got up and started for the kitchen.

“What if your mom comes home and catches us naked in the kitchen?” Randi asked, not aware of the lax rules regarding sex in my home.

“Then she’ll get naked with us,” I said, earning a look of amazement from the child.

We found a frozen pizza and heated the oven to prepare it and sat around joking and laughing until Mom and the others got home from their excursion up into the mountains east of L.A. When they walked into the dining room where we were still sitting, Mom said, “My, oh my. I smell pussy.”

We all laughed and continued eating. Randi watched as my mom kissed Jenna, tweaking a nipple as she did. Then Mom noticed Chelsea, Amber, and Randi and asked, “Who are these angels?”

I introduced everyone, and Mom suggested they make plans for a sleepover soon. “You can say you’ve met Sonia and Sophia and want to spend the night.”

I winked at the girls, who were grinning from ear to ear, and got up to clean the small mess we’d made in the kitchen. That would be a very interesting evening, to say the least. From the gleam in the adults’ eyes, I could see that was a common belief.

Continue on to Chapter 81

The Eighteen-and-Under Orgy

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who are they?” Chelsea asked.

“Those are my sisters,” I said.

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

“Yep. Am I lucky, or what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Continue on to Chapter 80

More Conference Room Fun

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

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

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

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

“You were?” Chelsea asked.

“Who?” Amber wanted to know.

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

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

“How old was she?” Amber asked.

“How old were you?” Chelsea followed up.

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

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

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

“As a matter of fact, I did.”

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

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

The girls grinned another conspiratorial grin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The girls noticed each other and laughed.

“We can’t help it!” Amber said.

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

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

“Is it okay if I do it too?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So does my aunt,” said Chelsea.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I removed my hands and let them do the honors.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*******

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

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

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

“Me?” I wondered aloud.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mooo-ooomm!!” Amber said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Haven’t we met before?” I asked him.

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

“Where do you work?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The girls giggled.

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

“Oh?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

It was going to be another wonderful day.

Continue on to Chapter 79

The Things You Learn in Child Psychology Labs!

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure,” said Amber, obviously the leader.

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

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

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

“What d’ya mean?” Chelsea asked.

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

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

“I don’t know,” said Amber.

“Me either,” Chelsea echoed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sex?” I asked.

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

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

“How little?” Chelsea asked.

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

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

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

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

“What then?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And your sister was–?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, of course not,” she said.

“Then did it make you horny?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why not?” I asked.

“Because she could get in lots of trouble.”

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

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

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

“No!” Chelsea said.

“Then tell me, sweetie. Who was it?”

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

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

Chelsea turned beet red, and I had my answer.

Continue on to Chapter 78

Bye-Bye, Clare? Hello, Zelda!

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

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

“Carlita. Why?”

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

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

“Could you give it to me?”

“No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How’s that?”

“Well, you see, I’m in love–“

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

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

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

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

“Why is she doing that?” Chandra asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We hugged, and Deanna drove me home.

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

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

“I’ve been thinking,” she said.

“What about?” I asked.

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

“No, but she’s heard of you.”

“Has she seen my picture?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Was your mom there?”

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

“I wish I’d been there,” Lisa said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, is your dad on board?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Lisa said. “He can’t wait.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t care,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Would you like breakfast?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And the talk of the jail,” she said.

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

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

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

“Are you suggesting we fuck her?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, did you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you new here?” I asked.

“Just started last week,” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She did, her hands shaking just slightly.

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

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

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

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

“Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked.

“No.”

“Girlfriend?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I looked over at Zelda.

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

“Um… okay,” she said. “I guess.”

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

“Uh…”

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

Her eyes widened. “Really?”

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

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

“Kayleigh Katz,” Lisa said.

“Oh, my God! Really?!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Isn’t that, like, prostitution?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Continue on to Chapter 77

Another Solution to Clare

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

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

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

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

It was Clare.

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

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

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

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

Cindy heard me and rushed into my room.

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

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

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

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

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

“What set you off so?” she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was calling me.

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

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

“I still love you, you know,” I said.

“I know. I love you, too.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Did he come talk to you?”

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

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

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

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

“You’re shitting me!” I said.

“Nope. Three days straight and no panties.”

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

“That fucking bitch!” she said.

“So your dad admitted it to you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are we going to do, Lisa?”

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

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

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

“Like what?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sometimes I hate it when my mother’s right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then I called Lisa.

“Are you ready for this?” I asked.

“What?” she asked.

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

She was instantly excited. “Really?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Done anything?” she asked.

“Yeah, you know. Done anything.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“True,” she said.

“Have you ever done phone sex?”

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

I was intrigued. “Really? Who with?”

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

“Okay,” I said. “What did you do?”

“Silly, we masturbated together.”

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

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

“Give me an example.”

“An example?” she said.

“Yeah. Like what are you doing now?”

“Besides grinning at my sister?”

“She’s in there with you?”

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

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

“Yeah.”

“I’m already naked,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you naked yet?” I asked.

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

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

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

“So you’re turned on now, then?”

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

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

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

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Just checking.”

“Tell me when she’s naked,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What about your mom?”

“Too tired. She had a shoot today.”

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

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

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

“Just make love and let me listen in.”

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

“Are you using tongues?” I asked.

“Of course,” Lisa said.

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

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

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

“Who’s stopping you?” Lisa asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Probably is,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Lisa’s First Sleepover, Round Two

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh-huh,” Jenna said. “Please?”

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

Jenna only nodded, apparently too turned on to speak.

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

Jenna whimpered.

“Are you glad I’m with Cheryl?”

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

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

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

“Ready?” Lisa asked, grinning.

“Please!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grunting an exclamation of irritation, she picked it up.

“Hello?”

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

“Why are you calling me?”

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

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

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

“Certainly,” Mom said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No,” she said, surprising me.

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

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

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

“You know Clare Cashion, don’t you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We still have the video,” Mom said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How did she know you were here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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