Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

The Movie

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No!”

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

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

“Dog?” I asked, incredulous.

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

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

“Is that cherry red?”

“Yeah, wanna use some?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh. My. God.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like what?” she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, yeah, I guess that’s right.”

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

“Well, okay. I like to… well… I um….”

“Out with it!” Deanna shouted.

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

“Fuck, I knew that!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

I felt her nod against my shoulder and neck.

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

We ended the hug and leaned back from each other.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We continued the scene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What, Deanna?”

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

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

Deanna nodded. “Yes.”

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

“At least.”

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

“Well, not exactly,” I said.

“What does that mean?” Mom asked.

“I’ve, um, masturbated.”

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

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

“No boys?” Mom said.

“No. No boys,” I answered.

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

She sat on the bed and looked at us.

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

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

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

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

“Sorry,” Deanna said.

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

“Ms. Taylor?” Deanna said.

“What?”

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

“Oh?”

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

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

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

Mom just stared at Deanna as she continued.

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

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

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

“I was pissed.”

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

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

“Well, maybe a little, but–“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We can’t say that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Continue on to Chapter 65

Cheryl’s Commercial Movie Debut

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She’s right, you know,” Mom said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anyway, that’s how respected Chandra is.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay,” I said. “Where’s my mom?”

“Already in wardrobe.”

“Oh, okay. Duh,” I added.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course not. That’s sick.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Continue on to Chapter 64

A Big Surprise for Callie

By Cheryl Taggert

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seeing our confusion, Sandy explained.

“She already knows. Has for some time.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Does Daddy know?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was wonderful to be a part of this.

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

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

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

“Really?!” Callie said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Continue on to Chapter 63

PART THREE: The Young Adult Years

The Aftermath and the Summer Before College

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

********

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Both.”

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

********

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Deanna?!” I asked. “Are you–?”

She smiled and nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Holy fuck.”

“So, you interested?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Continue on to Chapter 62

The Rescue, Part Two

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

********

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

********

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

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

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

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

********

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

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

This car, too, was missing the cables.

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

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

********

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

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

********

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

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

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

It was the last thing each man ever saw.

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

********

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m scared,” Sonia said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

********

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

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

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

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

“Both?” Javier asked, puzzled.

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

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

********

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gwen!” Kayleigh shouted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wasn’t upset about that in the least.

********

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

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

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

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

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

Now, she never would.

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

It all seemed so unfair, really.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End of PART TWO

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

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Author’s note:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Rescue, Part One

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

Kayleigh glanced at Gwen and smiled, though there was no real happiness in her expression. She’d been on edge since the jet had taken off, and had spent most of the flight trying to deal with her fear of flying. She finally relaxed a bit when she thought of how important this was. The danger of what they were planning to do in Colombia was far greater than the chances they would crash. She finally decided that since flying would be the easiest thing she’d do that day, she might as well not worry about it.

They were somewhere over Panama, having refueled as planned in Mexico City. The Learjet was cruising along at 27,000 feet, and they were expecting to land at Santiago Vila airport in Girardot, Colombia, in about two hours.

Gwen had given Kayleigh a .45 caliber pistol, fully loaded. Kayleigh had fired guns before while preparing for a part in a movie in which she was a cowgirl on a ranch, but she had never fired at any living thing. She doubted she could do so now other than to save someone’s life. She had taken the gun as if it were covered in shit and laid it in her bag after checking twice to make sure the safety was on.

They had taken off from John Wayne Airport before daybreak, and the sun now streamed into the windows facing the east. Kayleigh had watched John Wayne movies when she was little and considered how appropriate it was they were beginning their journey from an airport named for a man who always played the hero who would mount up and save the day at the last minute.

About ninety minutes later they began their descent into Girardot. From there, they would fly something called a Pilatus PC-12 NG, which would seat two pilots and up to eight passengers.

“Strap yourselves in,” Jake, the pilot of the Learjet said. “There’s a bit of a turbulent crosswind coming from ten o’clock as we land on runway 19, so the landing could be a bit bumpy.”

Great, Kayleigh thought. That’s all we need, to crash land and everyone dies. 

Soon, though, they were touching down on the only runway the small airport had, and taxiing up to the small building that served as the airport’s terminal.

After shutting down the engines, Jake opened the doors to let the two women descend the steps to the tarmac. They would need to speak to Juan and pay him the $500 to allow them to avoid any questions.

After they entered the building, Juan came up to them and introduced himself with an ingratiating smile.

“Hello, ladies,” he said in perfect, though accented, English. “You are here to set up your rendezvous with Carlo?”

Gwen had already considered the fact that there weren’t many Learjets that flew into this small airport. Jake had mentioned the runway would be just long enough for them to take off for the return to Los Angeles. Therefore, Juan would be fairly certain that the two women who had disembarked from the jet were the ones with money in their possession to pay him.

“Yes,” Gwen said. “Has Carlo called yet?”

“No, he hasn’t. But we have some very comfortable seats in my office where you can wait for him to contact you,” Juan said with a wave of his hand to indicate the way to his office. His smile never left his face.

Juan escorted them to the small room, which held a dented metal desk with a swiveling office chair badly in need of oil to stop the squeaking when he sat, and two padded chairs, one with a small rip along one seam. There was enough dust to cover every piece of furniture in Kayleigh’s house. Various pictures dotted the wall, most of them showing planes and their pilots. Several showed people smiling for the camera and shaking hands joyfully. On the desk was a picture of a woman with a small boy and girl.

“My wife and children,” Juan said as explanation as he noticed Kayleigh’s mild interest in the photo. His smile grew. “My wife is a cousin of Carlo’s. He is a wonderful man.” Then he added, “A truly wonderful man,” as if saying it only once would not make the statement believable enough.

“Yes,” Gwen said and Kayleigh nodded.

“He mentioned you have…a small gift for me?” Juan asked, the smile stretching in anticipation of his windfall.

“Oh, yes,” Kayleigh said. “I’m sorry.” She reached into her purse and withdrew the five one-hundred-dollar bills that she’d removed from the briefcase of money while still on the plane. It could be dangerous to let others see the amount of cash she had with her, even though most of it had already been given to Jake for piloting them here and back home.

Juan tucked the money into his pocket without even glancing at it. It disappeared so quickly that Kayleigh wondered if the man liked to do magic tricks.

“Was it a pleasant flight?” he asked, trying to politely make conversation to fill the time.

“Well, the landing was a bit bumpy,” Gwen answered.

“Is the other pilot that was supposed to meet us here yet?” Kayleigh asked. She’d seen several small planes and a larger one on the tarmac and wondered if the larger one was there for them.

“Oh, yes!” Juan said, the ever-present smile showing a gold tooth, one of the canines. She is here. You probably saw her plane when you entered. A fine plane. Truly fine.”

“So the larger one is the one we will use from here?” Kayleigh asked, smiling slightly at the man’s need to repeat his opinion of people and things.

“Yes, the Pilatus PC-12. A superb plane,” Juan repeated.

Kayleigh nearly giggled at the third repetition but held it in, thinking her nerves must be completely fried by now. She knew when she was very nervous she sometimes found herself giggling uncontrollably, and she didn’t want that to happen now.

“Could we meet her?” Gwen asked.

“Oh! Certainly! One moment,” he said, rising to go get her. “I know her family. They are a marvelous family. Really marvelous.” He left the office, closing the door behind him.

The giggling now seized Kayleigh, and Gwen joined in as they joked quietly between themselves about Juan, his permanent smile, over-friendly attitude, and his penchant to repeat his high opinions.

When Juan re-entered the room, he had a small folding chair and was followed by an attractive Venezuelan woman. He glanced at Gwen and Kayleigh, his smile faltering for a second as he wondered what what they were laughing about, and introduced them to their next pilot.

“This is Lolita Suarez,” Juan said.

Kayleigh considered the odd coincidence of the name Lolita. The man who made the flight’s arrangements had referred to her only as ‘Miss Suarez’ on the phone. He would be paid out of the money they paid Lolita.

“Could we have a moment in private?” Gwen asked Juan.

Looking slightly surprised that he hadn’t thought of that himself, he said, “Oh, yes, certainly. I will go check on things in the terminal,” and left.

Gwen and Kayleigh exchanged a glance. They had asked only for a flight to and from a small grass airstrip, so Lolita was not fully filled in yet. They had debated how much to tell her.

“Just so you know, we aren’t smuggling drugs,” Gwen began.

Lolita shrugged, as if their purpose didn’t matter to her.

“But I do need to let you know that this could be dangerous. We are getting a woman and two children who are being held against their will.”

Lolita’s eyebrows arched in question.

“Tell me about them,” she said. Her skin was the color of coffee with a hint of cream, and Kayleigh wondered what could happen if they were not on such a dangerous mission. Her clit stirred in spite of the situation; the woman was that sexy.

Kayleigh explained how Cindy became a prisoner, and how there were now twin eight-year-old girls who were there to “please” their captor and his evil friends, with Gwen interjecting some details.

Tears formed in Lolita’s eyes while she listened intently to their story.

“Then I have no problem getting these people out and helping you.”

“Do you live here in Colombia?” Kayleigh asked.

“No, I live across the border to the east, in Venezuela.”

Good, Gwen thought. That might make retaliation by Pablo more difficult.

Lolita guessed the reason for the question.

“You don’t have to worry about me. My grandfather is one of the most powerful men in Venezuela, as well as here in Colombia. Whoever this is, and I don’t want to know who, he wouldn’t dare to come after me later.”

Well, that settled it. Now all they had to do was wait for Carlo’s call.

********

Cindy spent much of the day making sure she knew where the twins were at all times. Eventually, Carlo would look at her and nod with his eyes closed, which would be the sign that she should get the girls and make their way to the first rendezvous point. Like her, the girls were always naked. She was glad she would actually have something to wear later that day. She’d been totally naked for five years, and she wondered if she would struggle to get used to wearing them again.

At one point when she was checking on the twins, she found them in one of the rarely used rooms of the compound. They were lying on a plush rug in a sixty-nine, eagerly licking each other. She stood there for a moment watching before retreating, not wanting to bring attention to either herself or the girls. As she left the room she could hear one of them coming. Her own clit began to tingle, but she ignored it.

There would be time for orgasms later. She even hoped to enjoy Kayleigh and Gwen on the plane ride home. She’d never met the private detective, of course, but she didn’t care what she might look like. She owed the woman everything for working to get her back home to her daughter and a civilized life. A few orgasms were the least she could offer the woman. Kayleigh had told her on the phone that the detective knew about Cheryl and Jenna’s relationship with Kayleigh and was ‘more than fine’ with the arrangement, which meant she, too, enjoyed young girls, perhaps as young as the twins. She planned to arrange for the girls to express their gratitude as well — to both women.

Later, Cindy was in the kitchen, trying to force herself to eat something to maintain her energy and strength, when Carlo entered the room.

“Mi madre está muy enferma,” My mother is very sick, he said for the benefit of the girl who was making bread. “Dónde está Pablo?” Where is Pablo?

Cindy had just seen him in his study, so she told him this in Spanish.

“Gracias,” he said and left the room in the direction of the study, exchanging a meaningful look with Cindy. The look said, “Be ready. It will happen very soon.”

She went to the room where she’d last seen the girls. She felt her breath catch in her chest when they were no longer there. Frightened, she walked as fast as she dared to their room. Empty. Now she was nearly panicking. She would not leave without them. She would try to make her way out of Colombia by herself with them without outside help rather than leave them. She decided to look outside in the courtyard, where they liked to play sometimes. Nobody was there.

As she rushed back into the house, she saw Rosalita. “Where are the twins?” she asked, fear evident in her voice and on her face.

“Relax,” Rosalita said. “They are with Gabi in her room.”

Rushing to the room, she breathed an enormous sigh of relief when she found them playing a board game. She could feel the panic flowing away like the sudden gust of wind from a passing vehicle. It was there, then it was gone. Tears of relief filled her eyes, but she blinked them away. No time for that now.

“Come, girls,” she said to the twins.

“It is time?” Rosalita asked, crossing herself.

“Very nearly. Carlo is asking Pablo for the use of the car and time off.”

********

Carlo had no trouble convincing Pablo to allow him to take the car to visit his sick mother, so he went back to the kitchen to let Cindy know by their prearranged signal that it was time for them to depart. He would drive to their meeting place and wait, but he couldn’t wait long.

When he arrived at the kitchen, Cindy wasn’t there.

Looking around the room, he saw the girl making bread, who was now looking at him with an unspoken question in her eyes.

Carlo ignored her and moved toward Cindy’s room. On the way he met her, but Pablo was in the same hallway. The evil man squinted at him, suspicion marking his features.

“Weren’t you eager to leave to see your mother?” he asked.

Carlo closed his eyes and nodded — their signal — a movement Cindy found unnecessary now.

“Yes, I was just leaving,” Carlo said. “I was almost to the car when I realized I needed to relieve myself before the long drive.”

Cindy was thankful Carlo could think quickly on his feet. The bathroom was down the hall from where they now stood.

“Well, then, by all means, go piss,” Pablo said. His suspicions, it was easy to see, had not left him.

Carlo edged past them and entered the bathroom. Cindy watched, her panic rising once again, as Pablo went to the door of the bathroom and listened. The monster’s smile was inscrutable. Did he hear Carlo’s urine hitting the bowl? Or did he hear nothing because Carlo had lied about his need?

Cindy decided that remaining there would just increase the man’s suspicions, so she hurried the twins out to the courtyard. When they were safely away from others who might hear, she said, “Follow me, and do your best to keep up. We are leaving this Satan’s lair.”

The girls, who had more or less forgotten about the plans to escape, followed Cindy as she made her way to the edge of the cleared property. Stepping into the trees that surrounded the compound, Cindy felt an exhilaration she’d not felt before. She already felt freer than she’d felt in the five years that felt more like twenty.

Cindy hurried the girls along the narrow path, praying her disappearance would not be noticed for a long time. Her thoughts were interrupted by Sonia screeching, “Ow!” She looked down. Sonia had lifted her foot and was holding it while hopping clumsily on the other foot. Cindy saw the blood that had started oozing out of the girl’s foot from around the sliver of broken glass that now protruded from the child’s heel.

Before she could think to stop it, Sonia screamed as she saw the damage and the blood.

Without thinking, Cindy clapped her hand over the girl’s mouth, stifling the scream as best she could. Sophia watched in numb silence.

“Shh,” Cindy said. “I know it hurts and it’s scary, but if we are found, we will be killed.”

Tears flowed freely down the child’s cheek as she whimpered. “It’s bleeding!” she said through her tears. “It’s bleeding a lot.”

“Yes, honey, I know, but we can’t stop now, no matter what happens. We must get away.”

“I want to go back and escape another day,” Sophia said. “Sonia’s hurt. She needs a bandage. She could bleed to death.”

“No, sweetie, she won’t bleed to death,” Cindy assured her. “It just hurts and it’s scary to look at. So don’t look at it. Believe me, everything will be fine if we just manage to get away.”

Sophia looked at Cindy with doubt clouding her expression. Cindy wasn’t sure if she should remove the glass shard or leave it in, wondering if removing it would cause more blood to flow. She knew that she would remove it if they were not doing something that would result in certain death if they were caught, but this was a different situation. More blood could bring more screams, this time from both the girls.

“Here,” Cindy said. “I’ll carry you.” She reached out and picked Sonia up and stretched her arm out to Sophia as well. She didn’t want to risk having both of them hurt. She was still well over a mile from the rendezvous point, and she needed to hurry.

Just as she was picking up Sophia, she heard the shouts she had dreaded more than anything else in the world.

Whether it was Sonia’s scream or just bad luck she didn’t know, but she could dimly hear the shouts from the compound that signaled that her absence had been discovered.

She began to run along the narrow pathway. Thorns the size of sharks’ teeth reached out like wild animals and clawed her arms and legs as she passed them. She felt a stab of pain in her left foot as she stepped on a thorn, which broke off and became embedded in the more tender flesh of the instep. She ignored it, though the pain seared her flesh as she ran along the path, hammering the thorn deeper into her skin with each step.

She did her best to push her mind past the pain as she ran to freedom. Now she could hear people running behind her in the distance, the angry sound of men pushing aside bushy limbs clear in the still day. She could not tell how far back they were, but she knew she had gotten a head start of nearly a quarter mile.

As she continued to pound the thorn deeper into her instep with each long stride of her legs, she prayed the head start would be enough.

********

Pablo stood in the courtyard, scowling. The bitch was trying to escape. After all this time, she had decided to run. He couldn’t believe it. What had made her come to this decision? Why hadn’t she tried it before now?

Then it hit him.

Carlo.

It was obvious they were in love, which was one of the biggest reasons he had decided she needed to die on Monday. Now he cursed himself for waiting for a day of great symbolism. Who would really care about symbolism when it came to such a thing as executing the beautiful American woman? Yes, she was a very good partner in bed. But he’d grown bored with her lately, which was the other reason he had for finally getting rid of her. Getting his independence in a way. He had the twins now, and he would make sure they grew up knowing how to please him in every way imaginable.

But now they were gone as well. The bitch had stolen them from him, probably from some silly maternal urge.

Two of his men had already started running down the path in the direction of the child’s scream that had alerted them in the first place. The scream had sounded as though it had come from a long way off, and he wondered if anyone would have heard anything if the bitch and his twins had managed to travel another two minutes.

Now two more of his men were running from the house and climbed into the jeep.

“Let’s go!” Pablo shouted, as he climbed into the back seat and removed his pistol from its holster. “I’m sure the traitor Carlo is waiting for them somewhere. If he has a mother still alive, she won’t be for long. And neither will he. I’m going to kill his entire fucking family!”

The jeep took off with a lurch, nearly dumping its owner, and sped off down the only road that led into or out of the house’s compound.

********

Carlo waited for Cindy and the girls at the prearranged spot. He had told her the path would cross the exit road a little over a mile from the house and he would meet them there.

While he waited, he took out his phone and placed a call to the Santiago Vila airport in Girardot.

“Santiago Vila,” came his friend’s voice.

“Juan, how are things?”

“Things are splendid, my friend. Just splendid! And your friends! Oh, my, my. Beautiful doesn’t even begin to express it.”

“Thank you for your help in this. You are certain nobody is there who suspects anything?”

“Nobody is here at all. It is just me, your friends, and the other pilot. They are getting acquainted in my office.”

“Good,” Carlo said. “Could I speak with one of them?”

“Certainly, my friend,” Juan answered, and placing the phone’s receiver on the desk, he walked back to his office, knocked softly, and entered.

“Carlo is on the phone. He wants to speak to one of you.”

Gwen rose and followed the man, leaving Kayleigh and Lolita to stare at each other as their nerves tightened even more, like a guitar string that was being wound too tightly and was near the breaking point.

Picking up the phone, Gwen said, “Yes?”

“Gwen?” Carlo said. “It’s time. Your pilot knows where to take you?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I hope to arrive with the cargo in about twenty or thirty minutes.”

They hung up, each hoping deeply that the plan would work without a problem.

There was one thing Carlo had done without telling anyone else. He hoped it would buy them enough time if Pablo did figure things out.

Continue on to Chapter 60

Nocturnal Wanderings: Farewells and Love

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

Cindy was feeling anxious, and why not? She was scheduled to die on Monday, and now it was Friday evening. She and Carlo had managed to contact Gwen, the private investigator who was assisting them in getting her and the twins out of there, and she knew that Gwen and Kayleigh were planning to arrive in Colombia in a hired plane tomorrow. She didn’t know all the details, but she knew her part.

The two women from California had also promised to bring clothing for them to wear once they were on the plane. Cindy felt she was probably close enough to the same size as before, and she guessed at the twins’ sizes, including shoes.

The danger inherent in executing this escape was not lost on her. She knew she could be hastening her death, not prolonging it. Still, that only meant hastening it by two days. The plan seemed simple enough, but they were depending on a lot of luck.

Pablo was a careful man. He didn’t survive this long without being cunning while accurately predicting the moves of others. If he suspected she might be trying to flee, he would take steps to ensure that didn’t happen, up to and including her immediate beheading instead of waiting until Independence Day.

Carlo had driven Pablo into Bogota for a meeting, and they wouldn’t be returning until sometime after midnight at the earliest, meaning her lover would be staying the night at the compound. She wondered if he would chance coming into her room but felt he probably wouldn’t.

They had wondered if their feelings for each other had triggered Pablo’s decision to have her beheaded. The thought that Carlo may be next had not escaped them as well. She had begged him to join them in their escape to California, but he had refused, worrying that if he left his mother and sister behind, they would bear Pablo’s wrath instead of him.

“At least if I come back, I can plead ignorance of your plan to escape with the twins,” he had said, and while she hated that he would not come with her, she understood.

Now, she lay alone in her dark room once again. She glanced at the clock and saw it was still only a little after ten. As she had the evening before, she heard her bedroom door opening in the stillness.

“Rosalita?” she whispered into the dark.

“Sí,” Rosalita answered, then continued in Spanish. “We have come again, but this time we have friends with us.”

Then Cindy saw the twins, naked and smiling as they approached her bed from across the wide room. Rosalita and Gabriela were behind them, equally naked.

“My! What a surprise this is!” Cindy said, happy she had company that could take her mind off her worries.

“I thought the two of us could watch the children,” Rosalita said, meaning something entirely different from babysitting. “Then we could join in.”

Suddenly, Cindy felt free. For the first time in over half a decade, free. She was aware of being held captive and could die in her escape attempt, but her frame of mind was different now. She welcomed this visit because it may be the last time she was able to make love with anyone, male or female, child or adult. She could die tomorrow. It occurred to her that this was also the reason she had so readily had sex after hearing of the plan to execute her.

Now, though, she was feeling alive and extremely horny. “That’s what I love about you, Rosalita. You’re as perverted as I am,” she said, surprised at her own words and feelings. She could not recall how long it had been since she’d spoken so boldly about enjoying sex.

Rosalita giggled and joined Cindy on the bed, snuggling up to her and putting her hand on the woman’s upper thigh to caress the softness there. Cindy spread her legs a bit to allow access to her pussy, causing Rosalita to move her hand up to the moist slit and Cindy’s swelling labia and clit. Cindy gasped gently at the contact.

Gabriela spread a soft blanket on the floor, and she and the twins lay on it. Rosalita turned on a bedside lamp so they could see what the girls were doing.

Cindy rubbed her eyes from the sudden onslaught of light. “You should not turn that on,” she protested. “If Pablo comes in early, he’ll see the light on and come here.”

Rosalita smiled at her. “Carlo told me that if they were returning before one o’clock, he would call the house phone and let it ring once. We will hear it ring on the extension in the next room.”

She was still nervous but decided she would stop worrying. Whatever happens, happens, she thought to herself and started watching the show on the floor nearby, figuring that if Pablo did come in early and catch this show, he would probably join them to enjoy it. That would be the end of the fun for them, but at least they wouldn’t have to endure his anger.

Sophia and Sonia watched Gabriela as she performed the trick of eating her own pussy. They marveled at the girl’s ability, and of course they had to attempt it before being forced to abandon the task.

The twins lay on their tummies and watched as Gabriela licked her own pussy. Then they glanced at each other and moved together to where they could join their tongues with Gabriela’s.

Now, three tongues were dancing all around the nine-year-old’s wet pussy. The women heard the older girl’s breath quicken.

Rosalita’s fingers were massaging Cindy’s labia, coating everything with the slick honey that was oozing from her vagina.

Cindy reached over and started doing the same for Rosalita. She loved the soft feel of the woman’s outer labia. Cindy had learned the woman shaved her pussy daily and used creams to keep it soft like a little girl’s. She felt her mouth begin to water with the anticipation of licking this childlike pussy on a grown woman’s body.

Meanwhile, Gabriela lay back and allowed the twins to lick her for a moment before disengaging her body from the mouths of the two little girls and getting them all into a daisy chain. Gabi began to kiss and lick Sonia, who was now licking her sister Sophia’s pussy. Sophia was devouring Gabriela’s bald slit.

The women continued to watch and rub each other, but Cindy wouldn’t be able to keep this up for long. She needed more. Rosalita’s fingers felt heavenly, but she wanted to feel the housekeeper’s mouth on her pussy while using her own tongue on the bald pussy to bring the young woman to a climax.

She was suddenly struck with how much she loved sex with people like Rosalita, Carlo, and the girls while loathing the same contact with Pablo and his cohorts. When she’d been an expensive call girl, she would have sex with many different people, some she liked well, some she just tolerated for her job. This was more like the sex she’d had with her daughter, Jenna. This sex involved emotion, feeling, love. It was more than lust, it was mutual caring.

Cindy moved to where she could lick Rosalita, spreading her own legs to invite the young woman to feast on the offered slit. Soon, they were locked in an intense sixty-nine. Cindy was situated so she could look between Rosalita’s spread thighs and see the girls on the blanket on the floor, eagerly licking each other to orgasm. She heard the sounds of sucking mouths and felt her clit throb.

Gabriela begin to squeal as the approaching orgasm took control of the child. Cindy well knew these moaning squeals were involuntary, caused by the intensity of the feelings that spread throughout the body as the climax approached, and reaching its peak as the enormity of the orgasm filled the girl’s beautiful body.

She listened as Sophia sucked and licked Gabi until the girl shivered with the orgasm that took her. There was a sort of vibrato to the girl’s moans that seemed to coincide with the waves that tumbled through the nine-year-old girl who enjoyed sex as much as a grown woman did.

Then Rosalita was coming. It happened quickly, probably urged on by the sound of the woman’s daughter coming.

Suddenly, Rosalita was up and arranging Cindy onto her back. “Come,” she said to the girls.

The twins moved faster than Gabi, since the older girl had just finished her orgasm and was recovering, and soon Rosalita had them lying on their tummies and licking Cindy.

“This is supposed to be an orgy in your honor,” Rosalita said. “Lie back and relax. We will bring you to orgasm.”

Soon, Gabi was licking Cindy too, and Rosalita was moving from one girl to the next to lick the tender, young pussies and clean buttholes from behind.

“I want Gabi to sit on my face,” Cindy said, interrupting the girls for a moment. The child grinned and immediately positioned herself above Cindy’s mouth, lowering herself to Cindy’s greedy lips and tongue.

Now the twins were licking Cindy, Rosalita was licking the twins, and Cindy was licking Gabriela. The only thing lacking that would have made this perfect was Jenna — and freedom.

Cindy could feel the pleasure rising, steaming up toward a climax that the woman knew would be amazing. She had once visited Yellowstone National Park as a child and remembered it now. The approaching climax was like the geysers there. The water would steam and boil until release was imminent before gushing above the surface to touch the world outside the volcanic activity beneath the surface. She thought of that now as the orgasm built like a geyser. Soon the climax would rumble to the surface and present the awesome spectacle of the woman coming as she may never have before. That was the way with the best orgasms. Each seemed different and more intense than the last.

Suddenly the climax rocked her. She moaned and grunted, grinding her pussy on the twins’ mouths while plunging her own tongue into Gabi’s bald pussy. The young girl sitting on her face had come very recently and wasn’t there yet, but she in turn pressed her slit against Cindy’s mouth and nose, humping the woman’s face while the woman’s orgasm pulsed, tingling Cindy’s nipples into stiffness.

Meanwhile, Rosalita was working to bring the eight-year-0ld twins to their own climax. She would rub one slit while licking the other, then switch. She could tell the girls were getting closer by the second.

The housekeeper loved the feel of the girls’ small pussies against her mouth. The tender flesh tasted so fresh and clean, and the small folds of skin inside them felt wonderful against her tongue and lips. At age eight, the girls didn’t produce much in the way of wetness, but there was enough. The clean taste of the fluids the girls did produce was like the finest wine in the world to her. Besides, Rosalita’s saliva made their pussies as slippery as their juices would have.

Then Sophia was coming. Her tiny body jerked and twitched from the onslaught of pleasure. Rosalita kept her hand on Sonia’s pussy while Sophia came. When the child had finished with her climax, Rosalita moved to lick Sonia, wanting to make her come as quickly as she could.

Gabriela continued to ride Cindy’s mouth, feeling the woman’s tongue sliding along her slit as she felt her second orgasm of the night approaching. It would actually be her fourth climax that day since she had managed to masturbate herself to a pair of orgasms that morning. She felt a swift stab of pleasure each time Cindy’s tongue made wet contact with her clit. Her entire body was practically throbbing with the need to come again. She hitched her hips back and forth in a dance as old as time, pressing her cunt into the pretty face and feeling her clit sliding on the lips and bumping into Cindy’s nose. The intensity of the pleasure jolts increased and then she was there, screaming out the orgasm.

Cindy was amazed at how strong the nine-year-old Gabriela’s orgasms were. She could not remember how strong Jenna’s had been when she was seven, but she was certain they weren’t this mature, despite her having started so early. Gabi, too, had been lucky enough to get an early start with her sex life. Cindy wondered for a moment how powerful her daughter’s orgasms were now.

She realized she would find out soon if all went well.

********

Kayleigh lay awake the night before their trip, finding sleep more than elusive. It seemed impossible. Her mind raced with the quickly orchestrated details. She felt a strong fear about this, mostly because the plan had been so hastily assembled. The thought they were missing something important nagged at her like a loose thread, though try as she might, she could think of nothing.

Please let this work, she thought to herself.

She could feel Gwen in the bed beside her. Everyone else had moved to their own bedrooms at least two hours ago. The soft breathing indicated the detective had managed to fall asleep. Glancing at her bedside clock, she wondered if she were the only one awake at 2:47 a.m.

As she lay there staring at nothing, she noticed the various pairs of panties on the floor. She could pick out Cheryl’s, even in the dimness of the moonlight streaming through the sliding glass doors that led to the pool. They were her daughter’s favorite pair — red nylon, sporting tiny black bows along the waistband.

Suddenly, Kayleigh wanted to hold her daughter. No, it was more than simple want, it was need. She rose quietly from her bed and stepped through the quiet house to Cheryl and Jenna’s bedroom door.

********

Holding Jenna, I lay awake until well into the night. She fell asleep before I did, and I managed to nod off sometime later. I hadn’t slept long, though, when I heard the bedroom door opening, which caused me to wake up. I went from marginally asleep to wide awake in two seconds.

It was my mom and she was naked, of course, as were Jenna and I. She pulled the covers back and slipped in beside me.

“You awake?” she asked, as she pulled the covers up to cover her lower half.

“Yeah,” I said.

We were barely mumbling to each other, but Jenna stirred anyway. Rubbing her eyes, she saw Mom and me together.

“Hey,” she muttered. “Something wrong?”

“No,” Mom said. “I just wanted to be with my girls.”

Jenna leaned over and turned on her bedside lamp. When she turned back to us, I could see her lips turned up slightly, a small smile at my mom’s answer. I knew she loved my mom completely. I also knew she wanted her mother back, but she wasn’t looking forward to moving out of this house, which had been her home for nearly half her life now. She had looked at my mother and me as her family since her arrival.

As I watched Jenna, her lip began to tremble as tears spilled over her eyelids. Then she was crying. Sobs racked her. We both reached out and held her, and she squirmed to be between us.

“I love you both so much,” she squealed through her sobs.

“I know,” Mom said, kissing Jenna on the forehead. “We love you too.”

“I know,” Jenna cried, echoing Mom’s reply to her. “I’m just going to miss you both so much. I don’t want to leave here. This is my home. You’re my family.”

I had started crying myself, feeling the loss of my sister deep inside the tightness of my chest. Mom said, “Oh, baby, you don’t have to leave.”

I looked at Mom. Huh? Where did this come from?

“I spoke to Randi, and she’s fine with your mom moving in with me. She doesn’t stay here most nights anyway. We’re not exactly a committed couple. Just good friends. Your mom will sleep in my bed with me and you’re staying here in Cheryl’s room.”

“Why didn’t you say something about this?” I asked through my tears.

“I didn’t?” Mom answered, truly thinking she had. Life in this house had been so chaotic that she didn’t realize she had said nothing of the plans for Cindy to move in with us.

Jenna squealed, but this time with joy. Turning to me, she hugged me, kissing me on the cheek and holding me so tightly I could barely breath. Then she was hugging Mom.

“Uugh!” Mom gasped as Jenna squeezed her rib cage.

Then we were all laughing, and the tears were sparked by laughter and utter happiness, not misery.

“What about the twin girls who are coming with Cindy?” I asked once we had gained self-control.

“They will sleep here in this room with the two of you. Aunt Emmy is going to have a new bed delivered tomorrow.”

Wow. Pretty eight-year-old twin girls sleeping in here? I wondered if I’d died and gone to heaven!

Then Jenna was, well, raping Mom. There was no other way to put it, except it wasn’t really rape since that only occurred when the person being attacked was unwilling.

Jenna pushed Mom onto her back and began sucking one nipple while pinching the other one. Mom was instantly turned on, or maybe she had been the entire time. But I could see the rising intensity of lust in her eyes.

As Jenna suckled the woman she’d thought of as her mother for the past five years, I leaned in and began kissing Mom, our tongues exploring each other’s mouth as if they had not been there thousands of times before. I felt her reaction to Jenna’s fingers entering her pussy. She was already close, and it took no more than a minute for her to reach her first orgasm with us as Jenna finger-fucked her, the staccato sound of her palm slapping the wet flesh accompanying each stroke.

Somewhere in the middle of our threesome, I suddenly realized something. Mom had come into our room to be with us because she was not totally certain she would return from Bogota. Soon after I reached my second orgasm of our mini-orgy, this occurred to me and I started crying. Suffocating fear welled inside me. It ended the lovemaking for me, though I continued making sure my mother and sister enjoyed their final orgasms. Mom noticed the tears and sadness painting my face, but she must have already known why because she said nothing.

The plans everyone had made were fine if everything worked out, but if something went wrong, just one little thing….

It was too frightening to even consider.

Continue on to Chapter 59

Rescue Plans and Finality

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

My week went well until I arrived home Friday afternoon, when my home life turned upside down in a hurry. I had to use my key to get in, which was odd, and as I entered, I found my house was a whirl of activity.

Hearing my mother’s urgent voice from the den, I walked into the room and looked around. Mom was talking to someone on the phone about a plane and Gwen was near her, pouring over a map. Jenna was sitting on the couch, and I could tell she’d been crying, and she was obviously distraught and looked as if she wasn’t aware of the activity around her. Emmy was home as well, which was odd since she wasn’t supposed to get off from work for another hour, but she and Danni were on the computer, reading something on the screen as if it were the most interesting thing ever written.

Everyone was so involved, they never even noticed me.

“What’s going on?” I asked. Mom didn’t seem to hear me, but Gwen, Emmy and Danni jerked their heads in my direction. I could see something major was happening, and I was certain it had something to do with Cindy. Jenna still sat where she was, staring at nothing. Her wet, red eyes made me wince for her. I said a quick prayer that the worst possible news hadn’t arrived — that Cindy was dead.

“Oh, we didn’t hear you come in,” Gwen said. “Did you lock the door back?”

“No. What’s going on?”

Danni scurried past me and I heard her locking the door, this time also putting the chain in place and turning the deadbolt.

Now I was getting scared. I looked at Gwen and said, “Tell me, please. What’s happened with Cindy?” I felt the tears sting my eyes as my vision blurred.

“Cindy has to be rescued at once. She found out that this Pablo shit-heel plans to kill her in three days,” said Danni.

“Or have her killed,” Aunt Emmy said.

What? My world did a sudden flip and I felt sick for a moment. I really wondered for a second if I was going to have to run to the bathroom. Seeing that everyone was occupied with plans to get Cindy out, I went to my baby sister and put my arm around her. She looked at me and put her head on my shoulder. She didn’t cry, but she was as sad as I’ve ever seen her.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice like a small bird chirping in a storm.

“For what?” I asked, truly wondering why she’d said that.

“For loving me no matter what. And understanding how I feel.” Again… chirp, chirp. I could barely hear her amid the noise of Mom on the phone negotiating with a pilot (I’d figured that much out from her end of the conversation), and Danni and Aunt Emmy discussing their article that involved the legal system and what we were planning.

“But if Cindy’s an American citizen being held against her will, that’s a crime,” Emmy said.

“Yes, but we can’t be sure who this Pablo character has on his payroll. It is Colombia, you know. A foreign country where sometimes the lords of the drug cartels do whatever they want without interference,” Danni answered.

I turned to Jenna. “Let’s go somewhere quieter.”

“Okay.” I didn’t hear her say this, but her lips moved and she stood up, so I figure that must be what it was.

We went to our room and lay on the bed, where I continued holding her.

“Are you gonna be okay?” I asked.

“Yeah. It’s just that now that I know she’s alive, that mother fucker is planning to take her from me again.”

“When Danni told me about that, I thought I was going to throw up.”

“I did,” Jenna said. “I was lucky to make it to the bathroom.”

“I’m so sorry this is happening. You deserve better than this.”

She sat up and looked at me. Then she smiled. That smile made me happier than anything else that could have happened at that moment. I smiled back.

“Not that I mind that you’re smiling, but why?” I asked.

“I was just thinking. You said I deserve better, and I realized that in a way, I have better already. You and Mom have been so good to me. You took me in and fed me and clothed me and took care of me and loved me. So many times I’ve felt so special just being a part of this family.

“I was only seven when I moved in with you,” she continued. “God, I was so scared. My mommy had left and I didn’t know when she’d be back. If someone had told me it would be five years before I even spoke to her again, I would have wanted to die right then.”

She paused for a moment to take a deep breath, a sigh really.

“Do you remember that first morning after my mom left?” she asked.

“Well, kinda. What about it?”

“Do you remember bringing me breakfast in bed and making sure I didn’t need anything else? Then you stayed while I ate and talked to me about how much fun we were going to have. And when I was done, you wouldn’t let me get up to take the dishes back?”

I smiled. I’d forgotten about that.

“I do now,” I said. “I wanted to make you feel welcome. That was my own idea, by the way. Mom said it was a good one and so I brought –“

“I know it was your idea,” she said, interrupting me. “I told Mom thank you later, and she told me that it was all your idea. I’ve always remembered that.”

“Aw, it wasn’t anything really. I just wanted –“

“I know what you were doing, even then at the age of seven,” she said, stopping my little protest. “And don’t say it wasn’t anything. It was everything. I’ve loved you ever since that morning.”

I looked at her and saw a tear spill over an eyelid swollen from too many tears already. I reached over and gently brushed it away.

She smiled again. “I never thanked you for doing that. I was nervous about thanking you for some reason. I don’t know why now.” She paused and looked at me, directly into me. “So it might be a little late, but thank you. You’re the best sister a girl could ever have, and if my mom does make it back here, I want you to always be my sister, no matter what.” She finished this last at a gallop because she was starting to cry again and the words were getting screechy the way your voice can be when you’re crying.

“Shhh,” I said, taking her hands in mine. “It’ll be okay. They’ll get your mom out. You’ll see. Everything will be fine.” I said this with a conviction I really didn’t feel, but what really surprised me was the response from Jenna.

“You don’t understand,” she said through the tears. “Part of the reason I’m crying is that I don’t want to leave here. This is my home now. This is my family.” She swiped at her eyes. “I love my mother, but your mom has been my mother for five years now. It’s all so confusing.”

I reached to her and held her close again, rocking her the way I would a small baby that needed soothing. To say I was shocked at this reply from her would be the understatement of the decade. The century, even.

“These things don’t have to be decided right away,” I said.

“Please don’t think I don’t want my mom back. I do! It’s just that I’m scared to tell her how I feel about this.”

“Maybe you two could live here,” I said. “We don’t really know anything yet.”

“Maybe,” she said, and we lay back down and I held the only sister I would ever know.

********

That evening after we had cleaned up after dinner, we all sat down in the dining room for a family meeting. Gwen was there, too, and she more or less was leading the discussion.

“I got a call this morning at 5:17,” she said. “I know the time because I looked at my bedside clock when the phone rang. I had given Carlo my home number in case he needed to reach me in an emergency, and it turns out we were all lucky I did.”

She stopped for a moment to take a breath. “Last night Cindy was told by one of the housekeepers that she overheard Pablo talking to a man named Juan who is Pablo’s ‘executioner,’ as Carlo put it. The housekeeper overheard a conversation that made it very clear that Cindy was to be executed on the Colombian Independence Day, which is on the 20th, just three days from now. That moved our plans up considerably. Tomorrow morning, or two days before her scheduled death, we will be flying down to Colombia. We will be landing at Santiago Vila airport, near Girardot, Colombia, after stopping in Mexico City for fuel. The bad news is we will have to rent another plane once we land in Colombia because the jet won’t land on the small grass airstrip. We will have to use a smaller plane that will seat eight. That’s been arranged as well.”

“That’s what I was doing when you came in,” Mom said to me. “Negotiating for the plane in Colombia.”

Gwen continued, “We will wait at Santiago Vila until we receive word from Carlo that we should fly to the scheduled rendezvous point for the pick up, which is a grass landing strip a few miles west of the border of Pablo’s compound. Carlo has already figured it out, and it will take us about twenty minutes to fly to the meeting place. He and Cindy will meet us there, where we will take off and fly back to Santiago Vila for the jet and the long flight home, with another stop in Mexico for fuel.”

“How will he contact you at this airport?” I asked.

“He’ll just call the terminal and ask a person he knows there to speak to me. We are to pay the man at the terminal, who is a friend of Carlo’s named Juan, $500 in U.S. currency, this will allow us to alter our flight plan without questions once we are in the air. Cindy has also insisted we give Carlo $2000 as well, though he said he doesn’t want it. In any case, we’ll have it to give him.”

“Then what?” Jenna asked.

“Then your mom will be home,” Mom said to Jenna, smiling.

Jenna glanced at me and I read her mind. This is home and I’ll have to leave it. 

“Who’s going?” I asked. “Can I go?”

“No, sweetheart. This is a very dangerous thing we’re doing. I don’t want either of you there. In fact, it will be only Gwen, the pilot, and me.”

“But, Mom, you’re terrified of flying,” I said, remembering one big reason we never flew to New York to see my grandmother.

“I know, but I’ll do it for Cindy. Gwen can’t go alone.”

“When will you be back home?” I asked.

“The trip down, including the stop for fuel, will take about eight hours. So there and back including getting Cindy and the twins, will take about seventeen or eighteen hours. We’re leaving at six in the morning, so if all goes well, we should be landing at John Wayne airport around midnight.”

“Wow,” Jenna said. “That’s gonna be a long day.”

“Yes,” Mom said, “but it’s worth it.”

“That’s gonna cost a lot of money, isn’t it?” I said.

“Money doesn’t matter,” Mom said. “But yes, all told the trip will cost around twenty-five thousand dollars.”

Do you have that much?” I asked her. I’d never considered money since I knew Mom had enough to support us. But that sounded like an awful lot.

She almost laughed. “Yes, honey. I do. In fact, one of the first things I did after Gwen told me the trip was moving up was to go to the bank and withdraw the cash in hundred dollar bills.” She smiled and added, “It’s a good thing the bank manager is a fan. All I had to do is assure him it wasn’t for drugs, and he authorized the sizable withdrawal.”

Jenna was amazed at this. “You mean you have to get permission to withdraw your own money?!”

“Yes, honey, when it’s a large cash withdrawal. Banks have state and federal regulations about large cash deposits and withdrawals.”

“So what now?” I asked.

Mom looked at me and I could see she was tearing up.

“We all make love,” she said, as if she were saying ‘Let’s have lunch.’

At the time I didn’t know why she was so emotional, but later it hit me. Mom knew they could be killed doing this. This was a chance for her to make love with all of us in case there was never another time.

We all stood up and Aunt Emmy started crying. Again, at that time I didn’t realize why. I thought maybe she was just getting emotional about Cindy’s return.

We followed Mom and Gwen to my mother’s bedroom.

Mom began undressing, and the rest of us followed her lead. I remember all through the sex that there was a feeling in the air, a heaviness, that had never been there before. The lovemaking was tender, emotionally erotic as well as physically. Few words were spoken during the forty-five or so minutes we engaged in the impromptu orgy.

After the lovemaking I realized why Aunt Emmy was so emotional. I had been thinking about what had just occurred and considering that Aunt Emmy had not done anything with any of the rest of us, just Mom and it hit me.

Tears flooded my eyes and suddenly I was sobbing. None of the adults asked me why. They knew.

When Jenna asked, “What is it?” I looked at her through the blur of my tears.

“They could die on this trip,” I sobbed, and she burst into fresh tears as well.

Soon, we were all lying together, a tear-soaked mess of naked flesh, but it was also beautiful. There was more love in that room than I had ever known. That’s when I understood that real love is silent, that there are times when the love is so pure and overwhelming that words are unnecessary, even intrusive. That was one of those times.

Later, I wished I had realized sooner this could be the last time together. It may not have changed anything that happened later, but at least I would have been able to consider the possibilities and understood.

Continue on to Chapter 58

Cindy’s Surprise Visitors

By Cheryl Taggert 

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Cindy lay in bed thinking of her escape. She was almost tired of running the plan over in her head, but she forced herself to keep doing it so she could act without thinking about it when the crucial time came. It wasn’t as if she could write the plan down and carry the paper with her when she left. She had no pockets to conceal the paper, and hiding it risked someone finding it.

One good thing was she had nothing she had to take with her, other than the twins. That was also a bad thing, however, because it meant she had nothing to take, not even clothing. Her feet had long ago developed thick calluses on the soles, so she didn’t worry about not having shoes, though there were plants with thorny spines she could step on, and if the thorn went deep enough, it would hurt like hell. But that was not something she worried about. She would gladly run through broken shards of glass to get away from Pablo, and now she had even more reason to get away: the twins.

She lay there thinking of Sophia and Sonia, the two gorgeous eight-year-old angels, who in just a few days had grown quite good at lesbian sex. They delighted in making love with each other, except when Pablo demanded they entertain him. And they thoroughly enjoyed making love with Cindy as well. They saw her as their new mother, someone who loved them and would allow them to love each other, too.

She remembered the last time the three of them had engaged in lesbian sex and felt the stirrings in her pussy that signaled she would be masturbating herself to another orgasm soon.

Then she thought about Carlo. Despite the fact that Pablo had watched their first time making love, she had enjoyed the experience with the kind chauffeur. She was aware she was in love with him, but likewise accepted they would never be together. Besides, she recognized that her love may be borne more out of his desire to help her than a case of romantic love. Still, that one time had been heavenly. Unlike the men Pablo brought around, Carlo had been gentle with her. It had not been fucking. They had made love.

By the time Carlo had finished, she had come twice. The orgasms had been real, not the fake ones she was forced to have with other men, including Pablo, though he mercifully had grown tired of her in bed.

The evil man had watched Carlo and her making love, and once they were done, he stood, his penis only semi-erect. “You don’t know how to fuck a woman,” he said in Spanish to Carlo. “They enjoy being made to feel like they are being forced. That way they can accept the fun they’ve had with you. Women always feel ashamed to enjoy sex, so you must make them feel as if they have no choice in the matter. Like this.”

Turning to Cindy, he held out his prick. “Suck me, whore!”

She had done the evil man’s bidding, of course, and Carlo had been forced to watch her humiliation. Pablo had forced his entire length down her throat, making her gag. She had never mastered the art of swallowing an entire cock, or deep-throating, as it was often called because of the famous movie. Still, she worked hard to make him come so the misery would stop.

When she looked over at Carlo to see his reaction to this while Pablo got dressed, she saw the pain in his eyes.

Shying away from the memory of fellating her tormentor, she returned her mind to the twins. That experience had always been a good one. After several minutes of remembering what they had done, thinking of their extreme beauty, she once again felt the stirrings in her loins. The building moisture. The stiffening clit. The fuller labia.

Reaching down, she began to massage her cunt, bringing the pleasure only a few could now produce in her. She was just getting started when she heard the door to her bedroom creak.

Gasping, she called out in a harsh whisper, “Quién está ahí?!” Who’s there?!

“Es Rosalita,” came the reply. Rosalita was one of Cindy’s few real friends at the compound, one of Pablo’s housekeepers.

“What are you doing here?” Cindy continued in Spanish. “Pablo would not like it if you were here.”

“Pablo passed out drunk an hour ago. He will not wake til morning. I came to see you because I must.”

“Others could see you. They could tell him.”

“No. Nobody here would do that because they know what would happen to me if they did.”

“What is it then?” Cindy asked, wondering what could be so important.

“You must leave sooner than you have planned.”

“Why?” Rosalita was the only other person on the compound who knew of her plans, but she could not think of a reason to push her schedule up. Doing so could be dangerous because rushing something like this usually led to mistakes being made.

“Because of what I overheard,” Rosalita said. Even in the dim moonlight that filled the room, Cindy could tell that Rosalita was pale, frightened.

“Tell me,” Cindy said.

“I must, but I don’t want to.”

“Please, what is it you overheard?”

“Pablo plans to have you executed on Independence Day.”

Cindy felt a wave of nausea grip her. “What?! How do you know this?”

“I overheard –“

“Yes, I know you overheard it, but how do you know it’s true? Isn’t it possible you misunderstood?”

“Pablo was talking to Juan. You know who he is?”

“Yes, he’s Pablo’s executioner.”

“They were sitting at a table and drinking wine. I was passing by the door, which was open slightly, and I heard Pablo tell Juan that at his party for Independence Day, he was going to gain some independence from you. He named you specifically. He told Juan he wanted him to execute you by beheading you in front of everyone. Juan begged to be allowed more time to bring death to you, but Pablo wouldn’t have it, saying you have done nothing to warrant suffering.”

Cindy felt as though she would faint. He was going to have her beheaded? Why? What had she done to deserve this? And on Independence Day? That was July 20, and tomorrow would be July 17. Three days. Could they move the plan up that far and that quickly? They needed to get in contact with the woman who was helping her, Gwen. Gwen and Kayleigh were hiring a plane to take them back to California, but now how difficult would that be? She realized how happy she was that she had tortured herself to memorize every nuance, every detail of their escape, because now she would have to concentrate on moving things up in the schedule. Quite a bit up.

“Where is Carlo?” she asked. “I must see him as soon as possible.” Then she realized how silly the question was as Rosalita told her what she already knew but had forgotten in her panic.

“He will not be here until seven tomorrow morning, when the truck pulls in from Bogota to deliver the hired workers who don’t live here at the compound.”

“The moment you see Carlo, you must tell him to see me the first chance he gets. Don’t tell him why yet. I will do that. I don’t want him looking frightened or nervous should Pablo see him between seeing you and seeing me.”

“Okay, I will do that. I am so sorry, Señora Cindy.”

Señora Cindy. She was the only one of the staff here besides Carlo who referred to her with the title señora, as if she were more than a common whore. Cindy loved her for that.

“Thank you, Rosalita. You are a dear friend.”

“You are welcome,” the woman said, and Cindy was once more taken with the housekeeper’s beauty.

For some reason she felt herself being turned on by the beautiful housekeeper’s presence. She had heard of people facing death who sought to affirm life by showing their love to someone. The couple in love who were doomed to certain death soon taking the time they had left to make love. There had been numerous instances, apparently. Perhaps this was why she suddenly needed to make love to this beautiful woman. It was something she’d thought about recently, and what better time than now since she would likely never have another chance? Rosalita had said herself that Pablo would not wake until morning, and that nobody would tell that she’d been in here.

“Rosalita,” she said, “I have a very important request to make of you. A favor to ask.”

“Anything, Señora Cindy.”

“I am suddenly needing to make love with someone I care about.”

“Oh?” Rosalita said. Her breathing became quicker immediately. She had fantasized about making love with this gorgeous woman. “Do you mean me?”

Cindy blushed. “I’m sorry. I just get a sort of reaction when I see you. You are so beautiful.”

Rosalita’s blush was even stronger.

Cindy rushed into an apology. “If you don’t want to, I understand, it’s just that –“

“Oh, no! Señora, I am more than flattered. That you would want us to enjoy each other like this at such a time is a beautiful thing.”

“So, you’d like to?”

“Yes.” Rosalita looked directly into Cindy’s eyes before dropping them. “Señora, I have seen you, well, I have seen you with young girls. I walked in and saw you with the twin girls Pablo bought recently. When I saw this, I left the room, not wishing to embarrass you or the girls,” she said, her eyes on her lap.

“Oh,” Cindy said, her blush growing. “Please do not judge me for this. With Pablo’s forcing me to have sex with other men and women, I have come to enjoy the times with the children because they treat me much better than the adults.”

“I do not judge you,” Rosalita said. Then smiling in embarrassment, she giggled and said, “I am like you.”

Cindy felt the moisture building in her pussy. She couldn’t believe her ears.

“You mean you enjoy children sexually too?”

“Well, mostly girls. Young girls.”

Cindy smiled. “Then you are certainly like me.”

“Well, you see,” the housekeeper said, “there is a particular young girl I, well, enjoy. And she enjoys me as well. Not only that, but she has fantasies about you.”

Cindy didn’t dare to hope the young girl was who she thought she was. Could it be? “Who is this girl?”

Rosalita said, “Please do not shame me for this.” Pausing, she looked at Cindy to see if any hint of possible condemnation was in the blonde’s face. Then she took a deep breath, steeling herself for the possible response. “It is my daughter. Gabriela.” Then she rushed on. “She loves what we do! She would not want life to be any other way!”

“It’s okay,” Cindy said. Then smiling, she said, “That’s one of the biggest things I miss about not being with my own daughter.”

Rosalita laughed and pointed at the naked woman. “You? And your daughter? You mean, you two would make love with each other too?”

Cindy laughed with her. Then in mid-laugh, she suddenly became serious and pulled the beautiful young mother into her arms. Kissing her, she felt her heartbeat double. A corresponding tremor touched her clitoris.

When the kiss broke, Rosalita got control of her breath to ask, “And Gabriela? What do you think of her?”

“She is beautiful too.”

“Do you think we are –” she hesitated a second before plunging on, “– sexy?”

“Rosalita, I –“

“It is okay,” Rosalita said, and reached a hand out to touch Cindy’s arm, repeating, “It is okay” as she looked into Cindy’s eyes, repeating Cindy’s own words of comfort from before.

Dear God, Cindy thought. Is this happening?

“Give me a moment. I will return soon,” Rosalita said and stood, walking out the door to the bedroom, leaving it open. Cindy could see the darkness beyond it.

When Rosalita entered the room again, she had Gabriela with her. The nine-year-old was naked.

Cindy stared at the pre-pubescent beauty standing beside her bed, taking in the lovely form of the child. She was thin. Not starved by any means, just rather tall with no hips and long arms and legs that fit her frame well. Her pussy, of course, was complete devoid of any pubic hair. Then a thought occurred to her.

“Has Pablo had her?”

“No. He does not want her,” Rosalita answered.

“Why not? She’s so beautiful, and her body is just his type.” Cindy could not imagine why he would keep his hands off the little girl, given that he always took what he wanted, and she couldn’t see why he wouldn’t want Gabriela, not that she wasn’t thrilled the girl had been spared the horror of being raped by him.

Rosalita stared at her lap again. “He is her father.”

Cindy felt her eyes widen at this unexpected news.

“That’s funny, because I never thought something like that would stop him,” Cindy said, continuing to stare at the angelic child. Rosalita simply shrugged, as if saying she didn’t understand it either but was happy a reason existed to prevent Pablo from raping her daughter. Cindy didn’t ask for the details of how Rosalita became pregnant. She knew Pablo well enough to fill in the blanks.

“All I know is that I am thankful for my little beauty,” Rosalita said, stroking the girl’s black hair.

Cindy looked at Gabriela. “Sweetheart, do you want to do this with me and your mother?” She had to be sure. Even when she was forced to have sex with a child against her will and probably the child’s too, she hoped the experience was one of the better ones they would endure.

Gabriela looked at Cindy with her dark eyes, so brown that even in bright sunlight they would appear almost black. “Yes, ma’am. I have always thought you were as pretty as my mother.”

Rosalita placed a hand softly on the girl’s back and rubbed it softly before urging the child forward to kiss the woman, saying to Cindy, “She has masturbated to orgasm thinking of you.”

Gabriela locked herself into the kiss as if she were starving and Cindy’s lips held the nourishment she needed. Feeling the woman’s lips on her own, the girl touched them with her tongue, silently requesting them to open and allow her to enter and explore.

Cindy had been about to masturbate when Rosalita entered her room, and now her fluids fairly gushed from her weeping vagina, lubricating her most sensitive area in preparation for the sex she was about to enjoy. The idea of needing to escape so soon to avoid her death made this moment even more precious to her.

It was her fantasy come true.

Rosalita stood and started to undress. The beauty she hid beneath her clothes revealed itself to Cindy as each garment was removed. She did not have large breasts, and Rosalita apologized for what she saw as a shortcoming.

“No. They are beautiful. I have always loved natural breasts, no matter their size. Yours are lovely,” Cindy said, before adding with a smile, “They look good enough to eat.”

Rosalita smiled as well as she removed the last article, her panties.

Looking at the bare mound, Cindy said, “Mmm… that looks good enough to eat as well.”

Gabriela leaned in for more kisses and Cindy returned the child’s advances. Sitting on the bed next to Cindy, Rosalita waited for her daughter to finish her kiss before moving towards Cindy’s mouth herself. She kissed much like her daughter, which didn’t surprise Cindy since the girl’s mother was probably the one to teach her the nuances of the erotic art of kissing.

The housekeeper reached down and massaged her own pussy, which she shaved daily. She loved the feel of her bald pussy, a larger version of Gabriela’s.

Breaking her kiss, she said to Cindy, “Would you like to see something unusual that we can do?” The naughty smile that painted her face only made Cindy more anxious to see what these two lovely angels could do that the young mother called unusual.

“Please,” Cindy said, and Rosalita stood up.

“Gabriela, let’s show the señora our special trick.”

They sat together on the floor and Cindy watched as they each clasped their legs above the knees and pulled their thighs toward their faces. Just prior to accomplishing their feat, Cindy guessed what it was they could do. She had seen videos of women who could do this, but this was the first time she was witnessing the amazing ability firsthand. They each seemed to fold themselves in half and began to lick their own pussies. She could see it was a physical strain to complete the act, but it also seemed they could stay this way for a long time.

“Oh, my God!” Cindy whispered. “I think almost every woman in the world wished at some time in her life that she could do that.”

Gabriela giggled then went back to her feast, but Rosalita stopped and allowed her body to straighten itself out again.

“Can you make yourselves come that way? Can you stay with it long enough?”

“Oh, yes. We have reached many orgasms in this manner,” Rosalita said before turning to her daughter. “Go ahead, my lovely, take yourself all the way there.”

The girl began licking her clit in earnest now, working herself up to the orgasm that seemed to live just beyond her reach. It was called auto-cunnilingus. Cindy was fascinated by the display, not to mention very turned on. She recalled finding an erotic novel in her father’s bedside drawer when she was about twelve or thirteen that had a character who could do this. She had tried unsuccessfully to complete the act and instead of an orgasm, she had only a sore back to show for her exertions.

Gabriela’s breathing began to change, sounding like a sprinter near the finish line. Then she was there, Cindy watching in awe while the nine-year-old girl brought herself to an orgasm by licking her own pussy.

Finally, the girl unfolded herself and lay on the floor for a few moments, catching her breath.

The child looked up at her mother and Cindy and saw that their hands were busy with their own pussies.

“May I lick you now, Señora Cindy?” she said, rising from the floor to begin her journey to her next orgasm. She hoped it was from having her pussy licked by the woman who was now moving herself into position to allow the child to lick her wet cunt.

Gabriela began licking Cindy’s pussy just as the woman said, “Rosalita, I want you to lie beside me and kiss me while Gabriela moves from one pussy to the other to bring us to a climax.”

Rosalita smiled and said, “That would be my pleasure. And my daughter’s.”

Cindy began by watching the little girl move from her pussy to her mother’s, spending a half-minute on each before shifting to the other. Then Cindy lay back and let the girl bring her to the orgasm she so desperately needed.

Gabriela was also plunging two fingers into each woman’s vagina as she licked and sucked, drinking in the tasty juices from the women’s pussies while driving each woman mad with the desire to come. When she was licking one woman, the other still was able to enjoy the finger-fucking the girl was providing.

Cindy tensed as she felt the first stirrings of her orgasm. Then she was there. She pulled the ragged pillow over her face to muffle the sounds of her groans, more out of habit than the need for discretion, as wave after wave of bliss cascaded throughout her body.

Moments later, Rosalita came as well, trembling as the orgasm overwhelmed her.

They enjoyed a three-way kiss after that until Rosalita and Cindy moved down the little girl’s body to feast on her hairless mound.

Gabriela began squirming immediately as the women pleasured themselves by pleasuring the nine-year-old. The child always loved having her mother bring her to orgasm, which she’d been doing since Gabriela was seven. Being able to enjoy how Señora Cindy used her lips and tongue to satisfy her was sheer heaven for the girl.

Soon, she felt the familiar approach of her second orgasm of the night. It hit her like a large sea wave, washing over her and enfolding her body in total delight.

After they finished, they lay together on Cindy’s worn-out bed, enjoying each other’s company. Cindy was especially touched when Gabriela said she wished they had become involved sooner because she loved how Cindy licked her and made her feel special.

“You are special, little one,” Cindy said. “I don’t know that I’ve ever met anyone your age who was as pretty and talented as you are.” Then Cindy told her about her attempts at eating her own pussy, which made the girl giggle as Cindy described how hard she tried, but she could only get about four inches away from the delicious slit.

“It was maddening being that close but still unable to taste myself directly with my mouth. From then on, I had to be satisfied with licking my fingers clean after masturbating,” she told Gabriela.

Finally, the time came when the mother and daughter had to return to their own room to sleep. After taking Gabriela to their room, Rosalita returned to Cindy to wish her luck in her escape. Cindy thanked her — for everything — and Rosalita returned to her room to join her daughter.

Cindy slept well that night, but the morning brought worry. She had to talk to Gwen today. The problem was that the next call wasn’t scheduled until the day before Independence Day, and that would be too late to take care of the many details that must be seen to.

Cindy had been there for over five years, and that was the first day she’d spent since her first week at the compound that she worried she would die very soon if she didn’t manage to escape.

Continue on to Chapter 57