I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 9

  • Posted on May 3, 2015 at 10:12 am

Getting Elizabeth Involved

By Cheryl Taggert

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

“Boy, I wish I could see that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But–”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She wasn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did they see you?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you kidding?”

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

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

“Of course not,” I said.

“Not even though you’re her daughter?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was a willing and talented student.

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

Finally, the spasms stopped and my body went limp.

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

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

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

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

Not to mention Elizabeth.

Continue on to Chapter 10

 

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  1. Purple Les says:

    Enjoying this great classic series all over again.

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