Virginia Ryder: Little Maureen_s Family Pleasures

My dad did say, though, that Mrs. Chang's pussy was first-rate, hot and slippery and tight and filled with those little cunt-muscles inside which she used continually. She kept sucking at his cock with her vagina the entire time.

And when he next fucked her pretty daughter, Ling, who eagerly took her mother's place on her hands and knees, that little 13-year-old's sweet cunt did the same thing-her inner pussy-walls kept contracting strongly, both wetly and persistently, on his stiff cock right from the beginning.

My dad said she and her mom really know how to use their vaginas!

That'll be my next assignment, he told me, learning how to do that. Down south here, in Alabama, he said it's called 'snapping-turtle pussy.' It sounds like fun, to learn how, whatever it's really called.

Anyway, folks: these were just the highlights, hope you enjoyed 'em-if you want all the filthy details, feel free to email me or call me and I'll fill you in. Y'all know how much I enjoy talking dirty and doing phone or computer sex.

Sinfully yours,

Little Maureen

After I emailed out The Family Fun Club's secret monthly newsletter, I closed my pink netbook and finished getting dressed in clingy blue cotton shorts, my tiny training bra, a simple white pullover top and my flat plastic sandals.

It was a steamy morning in August, a particularly hot month always in southern Alabama, and I planned on spending most of the day outside.

Then I brushed out my shiny blonde hair and used a baby blue scrunchie matching my eyes to put it into a ponytail. To anyone who didn't know me, or who hadn'thadme, meaningfuckedme, I looked like the sweetest little 11-year-old girl imaginable, a perfect 4'7” picture of freshly scrubbed virtue and innocence still several years away from emerging into young womanhood.

And that was my problem.

In contrast to my angelic appearance, I was an oversexed little slut, an elementary school girl with an always-itchy pussy who'd already experimented sexually in every way. Yet I'd stupidly allowed myself to hopelessly fall for a sweet boy from another school. A boy who had nothing to do with our family fun sex club.

And who assumed I was still an innocent little lamb. A virgin, like himself.

More than once, I'd cried myself to sleep at the futility of the situation. I knew he'd be gone, leaving me as soon as he learned about the real me. It wasn't fair, not to meorto him, but I had no choice:

I could only go on seeing him, and hope for the best, if I kept lying to him.

We lived at our huge ramshackle motel, my mother and father and I, in a new two-story apartment attached to the main building. When I sat down at the kitchen table, my dad looked up from reading the paper and smiled. A handsome man, not particularly tall but not short, either, at 5'10", he was lean and dark-haired.

He seemed far younger than his 32 years. And I loved him very much.

“Is it done, angel?” he wanted to know, meaning my newsletter. “Did you put in the part about 'snapping-turtle pussy?'”

I looked to my mother before answering.

It was early and she was still in her shorty silk robe and slippers, putting my breakfast in front of me. Cinnamon pancakes, bacon and orange juice. I could tell she was naked under her robe, the front only sashed loosely together.

Her big solid boobs were jiggling provocatively inside of it and I kept getting glimpses of her perfectly smooth cunt. Of course, it wasn't anything I hadn't seen before or had my face in. About a thousand times, actually.

“Momma?” I asked, picking up my fork. “Is it real, 'snapping-turtle pussy,' that daddy said? Doyouhave one, like Mrs. Chang and her daughter, little Ling?”

My mother gave me a smile.

“Darling, I think they call it something different over there,” she answered. “But I guess I do. When we were young, at the drive-in movies, we'd lay under a blanket in the bed of your dad's pick-up truck. He'd put his dick inside me and I'd tighten the slippery little muscles in my pussy until he came-without either one of us moving.”

I nodded. Interesting.

“Your momma could suck me off like that,” my father threw in, a little too proudly, I thought. “With just her cunt. People walking by couldn't tell we were fucking. They thought we were asleep. It was great.”

I gave him a look.

“Really?” I said to him. “It sounds so lazy, you lying there like a slug while my poor mother did all the work with her pussy. I'd hate to encourage you, letting you fuckmelike that, after I learned how to do it-”

My dad gave me a look back and shook his head in disagreement.

“Maureen, sweetie, it was erotic, not lazy,” he said. “Your mother's pussy was the best in town. It still is. If anybody's got a legitimate 'snapping-turtle pussy' in these parts, it's her.”

I kept eating.

“You two would know,” I admitted. “You've both fucked pretty much everybody you ever met. Including your innocent little daughter, me.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw them share a quick look, and then a reassuring smile. They were considered to be the most happily married couple in the entire county and it was absolutely true. That I happened to be a part of their sexual happiness wasn't even an issue to them, I knew.

And I'd never seen or heard them in an actual fight.

Although when I was just a kid, I'd sometimes burst in on them fucking, my mother making so much noise I'd think she was getting murdered. Of course, they'd smile indulgently and send me back to my own room. But they'd keep fucking.

And sometimes they'd have 'overnight guests.' My mother loved young boys and multiple cocks. Gangbangs. And young girls. For licking pussy.

She still does.

Of course, that night of my 9th birthday when I'd burst in, my parents finally pulled me into their hot marriage bed to join them instead of sending me away. That had been a highly-charged night of pleasurable discovery.

They'd both put their mouths on every single part of my little naked body, not a dirty part missed, between my spankings and my fucking and our pussy-lickings. It drove me absolutely wild!

“I just don't want to get laughed at again,” I shrugged, looking to them both. “That thing about Chinese girls' slits being sideways, that I put in after Tommy told me. How was I supposed to know what one looked like?”

Tommy was 12, a member of our club and my girlfriend Violet's older brother. I was seriously angry at him. And yes, I'd let him fuck me at the last party, but that didn't mean I'd liked it. Okay, Ididlike it. And I came like a racehorse (one of my father's sayings), but I was still annoyed.

Just because you let a boy fuck you, it didn't mean you had to like him at that particular moment.

“Now you know what one looks like,” my father said. “A Chinese pussy. And watching you and Ling going at it, you know what one tastes like, too. Anyway, it was funny, last month's newsletter, and even the Changs laughed when they saw it. They thought you were kidding around.”

I finished up my breakfast without further comment on the subject.

A minute later, my dad put down his paper and looked to me.

“Sweetie, getting your perfect little pussy to do the 'snapping-turtle' thing, you need to slide a hot dog up there,” he said. “Then spread your knees apart and keep tightening the muscles in your cunt until you can shoot it out.”

What?!

“Daddy, you can't be serious!” I shook my head. “That's like the video you showed me from Tijuana, the girl shooting all those hard-boiled eggs out of her cunt into the crowd-”

He nodded with a wide smile.

“Exactly!” he said, his sudden excitement evident. He was clearly imagining his little underage daughter doing the same thing at our next party. “That's what 'snapping-turtle pussy' really is!”