Virginia Ryder - Little Courtney_s Family Secrets

In our first meeting months earlier, I'd made it obvious, with some degree of subtlety (I thought), that as a sex addict who always wanted it, I'd love to kneel down in front of her and lick her vagina until she had one of the greatest orgasms of her life.

No questions asked and-yes, I'd still continue with the sessions.

“I'm just so damn good at it,” I'd said with genuine emotion. “Using my mouth, I mean!”

She peered at me over her large, oval glasses. All therapists must be required to wear those, but they looked right at home on her.

“Courtney, I'd be an extremely poor sex therapist if I leaped into bed with every patient who appealed to me, wouldn't I?”

“I suppose so, Ms. Grayson,” I'd nodded, adjusting my short skirt, sans panties. I was suddenly embarrassed at the wide-open beaver shot I'd given her. “I just thought, you know, sex surrogate, that kind of thing-”

“Therapist,” she corrected. “Sex therapist.”

Got it. My God, what a hopelessly huge whore I must be.

For your further information, though, I didn't regret one indecent thing we'd ever done, my dad and I.

I'd started the whole father-daughter incest thing myself, anyway, at least the very seriously perverted part of it, by jacking him off and giving him a blowjob in the car. This was on the way to the first connecting motel rooms we ever shared, in some little Georgia city that'll remain unnamed, when-like I said-I was still 9-years-old and he was just a young man of 28.

During the months before, I'd already been doing lots of dirty stuff with my babysitter, Maureen, and the many boys she snuck over, and even my little cousin, Charlene, who was a year younger than me. With Charlene, we'd lick each other's cunts under the covers every time she stayed over. Which was more and more often.

And little Charlene was really into it-she came like a racehorse with a firecracker up its ass! And she almost smothered me every time, clamping her sweaty bare thighs around my face whenever she climaxed.

“I can't breathe!” I kept telling her, my young mouth glued to her even younger pussy. “You're killing me!”

“Keep licking it,” she'd pant. “I'm still coming!”

Like that.

She was a skinny, sweet-tempered little blonde angel that spent many nights sleeping over in my bed, whenever my mom said it was okay. And, even before my dad and I started talking about sex (what I considered to be my youthful but insanely erotic seduction of him), I'd already been messing around with Charlene.

It started right after Maureen taught me to make myself come.

Back then, I masturbated every single night, yet I felt self-conscious letting Charlene know I was doing it. Or even that it was such a fun thing to do.

So whenever she'd stay over, I'd get up and go to the bathroom down the hall several times. I'd make certain the door was locked, lay on the shag bathroom rug with my pj's down around my ankles, and fingerfuck myself through one or more trembling orgasms as quickly and quietly as possible.

“Courtney, you keep getting up to pee,” Char said to me, late one night. “Are you okay?”

“I'm fine,” I told her. And then I finally admitted: “I go in there to think dirty thoughts about some boys I met.”

Even in the dark, I could tell she sat right up in bed.

“What kind of dirty thoughts?” she wanted to know. “Like kissing?”

Or sometimes, when Charlene was staying over and I'd get an urge I couldn't ignore, I'd make certain she was asleep, then slip my hand down to my gently pulsating cunt. I'd separate my ridiculously sensitive and swollen little pussy-lips, find my even more wildly sensitive clit with my fingertips, and slowly (so slowly as to not wake her) manipulate myself to an orgasm.

The big trick was to not let my breathing get too loud or crazy, an act of great self-control on my part.

And, if it seemed like she was waking up, or that I was about to start panting too loudly with the pleasure of my guilty secret, I'd cough or else roll over, so my noise or movement would conceal my real activity. All the while, my fingers would still be working secretly in my cunt until I came.

Once I started, I literally could not stop myself from finishing.

That night, though, as soon as Charlene sat up, I slipped down my pajama bottoms, then kicked them off under the covers.

“What are you doing?” she wanted to know, trying to see me in the dark. “And what dirty thoughts?”

I slipped my finger into my slippery pussy, instantly going to my clit and teasing at it with a fingertip. I was already aroused from masturbating in the bathroom a short time earlier and it felt unbelievably good to get right back to it. Even though I'd managed to come four times already that night.

“I'm playing with myself,” I told Charlene. “With my pussy, while I think dirty stuff, like about boys being naked or doing dirty things to me-it feels really good!”

“Really?!” This, of course, was a huge surprise to Charlene, who'd never imagined such a thing. “How did you learn to do it?”

I could feel her moving around next to me, trying to figure out exactly what I was doing under the covers in the darkness. And the heat of her young body was suddenly very apparent to me as she leaned over close.

“Maureen taught me,” I told her. “It makes your pussy feel good.”

“Pussy is a dirty word.”

“Yes, but it's fun to play with,” I said. “Because it feels so good.”

She was quiet a long moment. “Like how do you make it feel good?” she finally asked. “Show me.”

I swallowed in the dark, realizing I was much like Maureen, an older experienced girl seducing a younger girl who knew nothing about sex. Still, it felt too good not to do it, so I said, “If I do it to you, will you do it to me?”

“Will we get in trouble?” she asked.

“Not if you don't tell,” I said, rolling over onto my side so I was facing her. She was still lying on her back. “Now take off your pajama bottoms. I'll do it to you first.”

In the dark, and under the covers, I felt Charlene push down her pajama bottoms, then kick them off under the covers like I'd done. She was such a copycat!

“Just lay there and relax,” I told her. “You'll like it.”

Reaching under the covers for her, I first found Charlene's small hand and squeezed it warmly, reassuring her. Then I let it go and found her slender bare hip, slid my fingers across her smooth tummy and down along her very pronounced hairless pubic mound, easily finding her moist little cunt.

It was already wet inside.

“Umm,” she murmured when I first touched it, her skinny legs spreading slightly on their own. “That feels funny.”

“It's okay,” I said. “Open your legs up more.”

And while my little cousin laid on her back, naked from the waist down with her legs spread, I probed into her narrow slit of a cunt, pressing it and squeezing it and rubbing it until, with my fingertips, I began concentrating on her slippery little clit.

“Courtney!” she gasped, then put her hand over her mouth real fast with a quick laugh. “Sorry!”

“I'm going to make you come,” I told her. “It means you'll feel real good.”

“It already feels real good,” she told me right back. “I can't believe this!”

And so I masturbated Charlene for the very first time in her young life, exploring her hot, wet little pussy and massaging her clit (and all around it) until she was sweaty and trembling and breathing hard.

“Is it okay?” I asked her. And believe me, at that point my own breathing was just as ragged as hers. “Do you like it?”

“It feels so good,” she moaned softly, and her hips jerked with each little touch I made directly on her clit. I could feel my own clit pulsating with a need for its own attention, so with my free hand I slid my fingers down between my legs and began masturbating again.