Virginia Ryder: Little Courtney_s Family Secrets

“It's all tingling!” she told me.

“Call it your pussy,” I said, and fingerfucked her a little faster. “Tell me when it feels so good you can barely stand it!”

“Okay, just keep doing it fast like that!” Charlene breathed hoarsely. “To my pussy! I don't want it to stop!”

But, of course, that was exactly what I did-stopped for a quick moment-just to keep her guessing, and to keep her attention sharply focused on exactly what I was doing.

“Courtney!” she gasped. “Don't stop!”

With two slippery fingers, I lightly pressed her swollen clit into her pubic bone, squeezing it almost, getting a muffled little groan out of her.

I squeezed it a couple of more times, Charlene tensing all over with another little trembling gasp-her bare butt actually lifting slightly off the bed-and then I went back to wetly rubbing her clit, and doing it even faster.

“Courtney!” she panted. “Please keep doing it like that! Ohhhh! Uhhh! My pussy feels so good! Don't stop again!”

Charlene's young cunt was oozing hot moisture, a little river of it, and I knew there was already a good-sized wet spot on the sheet under her.

As I masturbated her, I pressed my body against hers, feeling the heat pouring off her as she squirmed and trembled at my touch. When she moved slightly to get more comfortable, I pushed my slickened cunt up tight against her bare thigh, then started to hump her.

“I'm fucking your leg,” I breathed hotly into her ear, and although she didn't understand what I'd said, she clearly understood what I meant. “I want to come when you do.”

Charlene merely nodded, her breathing so ragged and her excitement so great she'd began moving her own hips in a similar manner to mine when I started pumping my crotch against her leg, as if she were humping my hand.

The two of us were squirming so wildly and breathing so hard, it was almost as if we were having some weird kind of attack!

With my finger in her sweet little cunt, I stayed near or directly on her slippery clit for the most part. But every so often I'd slide my fingertip up and down the length of her pulsing slit, then push just the end of my finger into her little wet hole several quick times.

“I'm fingerfucking you,” I told her.

“Ohhh! Ohh! Oh!” she kept crying out, but trying to keep it quiet. “Uhh! Uh! I can barely breathe!”

And to add to her first-time pleasure even more, I gave her gently bulging pubic mound several quick squeezes. Her oily juices just splooshed right out of her cunt when I did that, my hand slippery with her young wetness, my fingers so slick with it that every tiny move I made drove her even deeper into multi-levels of newly discovered lewd excitement.

“That feels so good,” she panted. “Squeezing it like that!”

Charlene's protruding pubic mound was always very noticeable, her hairless little slit always obvious in her panties or even in tight shorts. So I kept squeezing that perfect little mound until she was nearly crazy with gasping pleasure.

She was moaning and pushing her hot little twat into my hand, her legs pumping and her toes spreading apart when she finally came (her first orgasm!) with a gasping rush of panting relief.

“Ohhhh, Courtney!” she cried out sharply. “Ohhhh! I love it, I love it!”

My own orgasm kicked in and I got so carried away I found myself kissing her innocent young face all over, even her neck and throat, and then finding her curious mouth with my own. I was excited beyond belief at sharing this discovery of super-intense pleasure with her, so I followed with a quick series of open-mouthed French kisses that were only the beginning for us.

Our eager tongues were like feverish little snakes gone wild.

When we finally gasped out the last of our moaning pleasures, we lay together for several very long moments, her slim legs splayed loosely open, every inch of her firm little body hot and sweaty.

Yet I found myself in no hurry to move back away from her.

After that, Charlene and I experimented sexually with each other whenever she stayed over. Of course, night-long bouts of eager oral sex soon became a fun activity for us as well. Sometimes we'd do it right through to morning, until my mom finally banged on my door to make us get up.

She clearly had with no idea what we'd been up to.

Charlene loved it when I licked her cunt (or her tight little asshole), but she seemed to love licking mine even more, my pussy and my butt. My skinny little cousin never wanted to stop doing it. She really knew how to use her tongue, too! Maybe she was even a bigger amateur lesbian than I was, though I was no slouch in that world!

Many mornings, both of us still half-asleep, I'd push my face between my younger cousin's slender bare thighs and start licking her cunt and sucking her clit again. I'd also usually work a slim finger up her twitching asshole when she began to come just to give her that extra little bit of fun.

Also, I loved kissing Charlene's sweet face or exploring her hot mouth with my tongue, especially if we'd just eaten each other out. That way I could taste my own pussy mixed with the delectable young taste of hers, which excited both of us even more. Talk about your underage sluts!

And sometimes, even after sharing the bathroom in the morning and scrubbing furiously, our faces still smelled like our cunts!

Luckily, my mom and stepdad never seemed to notice at the breakfast table.

Like I said, before I started traveling that summer to meet my dad on the road, I'd spend the occasional weekend at his apartment, an hour or so away from where I lived with my mom.

It was always the typical daughter visit, movies, ice cream and late-night TV, all of it without a bedtime or curfew. Typical, I'd say, except that during the prior months I'd already been seduced by that 12-year-old slut Maureen and had a series of dirty adventures with her, her boyfriends and my little cousin.

Anyway, from that moment on (my actual discovery of real-life sex with Maureen), I weirdly found myself fantasizing about sex fun with my own tall handsome father. This usually involved me providing a variety of perverted oral sex acts for him, but just as often I imagined him actually fucking me.

I knew it was crazy, especially the fucking part, but it got me so excited I couldn't stop thinking about it. Especially when I was masturbating.

After all, I was an semi-active (sometimes more than semi-active!) participant whenever Maureen was getting fucked in my own twin bed, so I definitely understood the physical mechanics of the act. And I well knew the indecent pleasure it gave me, just being a frequent contributor.

So, in that same vein, I started to do sexy little things near my dad or in front of him to get his attention.

Like:

“Daddy, should I fix you something?” I'd call from his kitchen, first thing in the morning. “A piece of toast?”

And as soon as he turned toward me, a cup of coffee in his hand, I'd inadvertently move so that my skimpy little-kid robe would fall open, giving him a glimpse of my bare young pussy or my extremely cute ass as I stood there.

He'd just point with a look. “Courtney…”

And I'd finally notice, and close it.

“Oh..! Sorry, Daddy.”

Or sitting in his lap in the evening, his perfect little girl, watching television and again with nothing under my robe, I'd squirm around until I could definitely feel his dick getting hard beneath me! Then I'd reach across for the TV Guide or something, making certain my robe fell open yet again as I stretched my skinny body out for it, my nakedness momentarily right under his very nose.

Of course, I wasn't paying attention, not at all, to my semi-nude state so he'd finally have to close my robe for me.