Virginia Ryder: Little Courtney_s Family Secrets

“God, Daddy, it feels so great!” I panted out. “He's like a fucking machine!”

Jackson's hot breath was in my ear, his covered paws gripping me tightly as he pistoned that big reddish-pink cock into me repeatedly.

My bare ass was so slick with sweat, I was afraid he'd slide off me, but my cunt and his dog-cock were clearly a magical match (and so tightly together because of the huge knot within me), that he easily managed to stay in place.

Then the dog's thick penis suddenly jerked within me, throbbing as insanely as my cunt was, and I came that third time with a wild, sick excitement coursing through me, knowing he was shooting streams of thick cum deeply into me.

In fact, he filled my sweet little 11-year-old twat to overflowing with dog jism.

“Honey, he's getting his rocks off in your pussy!” my dad was laughing. “I can't believe it! This is great! You're fucking a dog!”

“It's the best fuck ever!” I said.

And a quick moment later, Jackson finally pulled out with a loud wet suction sound that I'll always remember, his knot coming free of my cunt as his big red cock left me. And that's when I asked my dad to fuck me and Tim screwed me in the butt and Sandra licked all that cum out of me.

And then Jackson fucked me yet again.

Later that night, Sandra told us, “I know where there's a wild incest party tomorrow night. There'll be other pets there, too.”

“Count us in,” my father volunteered. To me, he asked, “Is that okay with you, Courtney?”

I nodded.

This would be our first incest swinger party, the group my dad and I'd both eventually join for a lot of our future dirty fun, both at home and on the road.

“I want to try a gangbang, too,” I added. And when I looked to my dad, he nodded in agreement with a little smile. He knew what a giant slut I already was at that young age. “I want to fuck every guy there!”

“You're going to be very popular,” Sandra said.

“And, Daddy…” I started. “You just have to get me a big dog like this!”

But my father just gave me a look.

“Maybe when you're older,” he said. “For right now, we don't need you mother catching you fucking your own pet.”

I thought it over.

“Oh, yeah.” I knew he was right-I'd never resist the lure if I had my own dog. “Good point.”

At my most recent therapy session, I found myself believing Dr. Jennifer Grayson was finally becoming aroused (maybe just the slightest) at the erotic details I presented; if anything, at the sheer frantic intensity of my secret sex-life.

I knew she was a sex therapist, for God's sake, conditioned to hearing the dirtiest hot and heavy stuff all the time, and I wasn't even telling her my most exotic or erotic dirty details, but still-

It was a warm August morning and we were once again facing each other in her office, in our respective cordovan armchairs. So far, the one-sided conversation (me talking or answering questions) had already made my pussy as wet and as itchy for attention as it could be.

“Courtney, perhaps you could…elaborate on your most recent activities with your cousin, Charlene…”

I swear Dr. Grayson's breathing quickened just the faintest increment, her bottom shifting slightly more often in her leather seat, as I talked about the last time I got together with my oversexed cousin.

Charlene, now 28-years-old, had turned out just like me, very much the eager bi-sexual adventuress. Even though she was happily married to a good man-who knew nothing of the dirty fun we shared-she often managed to get away for drawn-out afternoon gangbangs with the younger set.

These were mostly teen boys who bagged groceries or mowed lawns or delivered the paper.

I asked Dr. Grayson, “Do the gangbangs we do, Char and I, shock you?”

She merely fixed me with a look. “Nothing shocks me, Courtney,” she said. “Nor surprises me. I've quite literally heard it all.”

Not all, I thought. Maybe almost all, but I was certain my story-had I chosen to tell it all-would definitely shock or surprise her.

“The age of consent here happens to be 16-years-old,” I reminded her, who nodded without surprise. “Which is roughly the 10th grade, regardless of how many of them, uh, participate.”

“Go on…”

The details that concerned her involved Charlene and I, both naked and sweaty at a local motel a few days earlier, surrounded by seven or eight horny (also naked) young teens.

“We put on a little show for them” I explained. “To stimulate the boys.”

My therapist suddenly had a fine sheen of perspiration just above her lovely upper lip, which she almost too-casually wiped away with a tissue. She even subtly swallowed, in anticipation I believed, of the details to follow.

“Please continue, Courtney…”

I gave her a look. “Couldn't I just call you Jennifer?” I asked. “'Dr. Grayson' seems so…stuffy, after all this time together.”

“I'm afraid that would be inappropriate,” she said, somewhat stiffly.

“Fine,” I nodded. “Anyway, Char and I put on an erotic show, as the boys stood around us, all fully erect. First we licked each other, then we took turns with a large strap-on dildo, fucking each other in a variety of interesting positions. It pretty much drove the boys crazy.”

Ms. Grayson nodded thoughtfully, clearly picturing it. “I see. And did you, or your cousin, feel any shame-in the least-at your actions…?”

“Not really,” I admitted, thinking back. “Right after, the boys fucked us so much we could barely walk. Or sometimes Char and I did a 69 on our sides so two of them could fuck us from behind at the same time.”

“Right,” she wrote something down. “And how long did that go on?”

I remembered it well enough.

“About three hours,” I said. “The actual gangbang part. They kept fucking us, one after another, in our butts, too. They also masturbated in our faces and mouths and on our boobs-we were drenched in cum!”

Ms. Grayson nodded as if this was perfectly acceptable behavior for a couple of wholesome young suburban women, but then looked directly at me.

“And what about the incest?”

That got my attention.

“What incest?” I asked, a little too quickly. And then, realizing, “Oh…you mean because Charlene and I are cousins.”

“Exactly,” she wrote something again. “Did that element of your…activity cause you any particular shame? Or alarm?”

If only she knew.

“Char and I started going down on each other when we were very young,” I told her. “I can't remember ever being ashamed about anything we did together. It all just felt so…natural.”

Ms. Grayson nodded again, then looked carefully through her notes.

“Courtney,” she started slowly, then met my gaze. “Perhaps you can…fully elaborate on those much earlier times with Charlene.”

This was getting interesting. She'd never asked for this much detail before. I figured, what the heck, I'd see just how exciting I could make my session this time.

“Okay, the first time I used my fingers on Char, we were sharing my bed and I was trying to masturbate under the covers, without letting her know…”

“Please go on…”

Directly after my session with my sex therapist that morning, I went home and made a call to the sexy little 10-year-old girl I'd met at the arcade the week before, with her two young boyfriends. She'd given me her cell phone number.

Her name turned out to be Tara.

“It's you,” she said, sounding genuinely pleased. “Wow, It's making my pussy all wet just hearing your voice!”

“Are your parents at home?” I wanted to know.