Virginia K. G. Ryder
Little Courtney_s Family Secrets

CHAPTER 1

My name is Courtney and this is my confession. Sort of. Please don't pass it on. Ever. My therapist advised me to write it so I could judge for myself how my life (and my sex life in particular) was going. She'll never see it, because I'll never tell her about most of it-it's too crazy and perverted.

You can choose to believe it. Or not. It's entirely up to you.

I'm 29-years-old and divorced, a slender but shapely brunette at 5'6” and 119 trim pounds. That's supposedly the ideal weight for my height. I've got a professional job and an ex-husband who's generous when it comes to our children, James, 12, and Lucy, who just turned 10. In addition, I'm a well-respected soccer mom, active in the PTA and a volunteer at several local charities. I dress stylishly and drive a new Volvo station wagon.

I also have sex with both of my children and my own father.

My dad's still a handsome and virile man at 48. I was 9-years-old the first time he fucked me. It was mostly my own idea, though he very much went along with it. By the time I was 11-years-old, and he was a youngish-looking 30, he began taking me to secret swinger parties. It was an incest-friendly group we joined where fathers and daughters, mothers and sons, brothers and sisters, and every other unnatural combination you can imagine got together for dirty fun.

By dirty fun, I mean that we all got bare-assed naked and sucked and fucked each other ragged.

As part of the dirtiest fun at some of these parties, the ones we considered gangbangs, I often personally took on small groups of stiff-dicked men and boys, one after another, in every position possible. I loved being the center of attention. I also loved to fuck. I still do.

My secret sex life, then and now, would scandalize every normal person I know.

Just thinking about incest gets the entire crotch of my pants wet. So does illicit sex in any form. Sometimes I get so insanely excited, I literally can't control myself. In fact, there's nothing you can imagine sexually I haven't tried.

Actually, I got into therapy to learn how to better control my baser urges, which sometimes get me into trouble. I'm not certain it's possible to change, but we'll see how it goes. My therapist always seems so sure of herself.

The truth is, I was the sluttiest girl at James A. Garfield Elementary. Even at that tender age, I was sexually available for anyone who wanted me, students, teachers, or even one of the younger-looking janitors. You'd be surprised at some of the filthy stuff going on in those narrow broom closets, even at an elementary school.

I gave an awful lot of wet blow jobs in there, next to a mop bucket and a shelf filled with cleaning compounds, kneeling in the dark.

Beginning at an early age, I'd masturbate many times a night, making myself come repeatedly until my hand got too tired or I fell asleep out of sheer exhaustion. And, of course, as I progressed, I began fucking myself with hot dogs, candles, cucumbers, bananas and anything else I could get up my pussy or-soon after-into my sensitive little butthole with a stolen glob of my mother's KY-jelly.

But my earliest memory of sex was at 8-years-old, humping the top edge of our couch until I got a surprise orgasm that left me sweaty and panting. My 12-year-old babysitter, Maureen, showed me how.

She was exactly the kind of oversexed slut I would eventually become.

When I got older, I learned she was the wildest girl in the 6th grade, instantly willing to drop her pants and spread her legs for anyone that showed an ounce of interest. A couple of years later, she was famous for letting eight or nine guys fuck her in the boys' bathroom during a basketball game. This was right after she drank a bottle of Vodka and cranberry juice they gave her.

“Courtney, do you want to do something that feels good?” she asked me, that first time. “Really good?”

“Okay.”

“It's naughty,” she said. “Can you keep it a secret?”

“I think so,” I told her.

Maureen was always hot-looking, with skin-tight jeans, up-swept auburn hair and adult-looking make-up. She had on a skimpy white halter top that left nothing to the imagination. The fabric was stretched tight over her large uptilted boobs, the bare tops available for the entire world to see. And her nipples were so big and dark they were clearly visible and almost poking right through.

She'd gotten my young attention, that was for sure.

“Why is it naughty?” I asked.

“Because it feels good where you pee,” she said.

“In my pussy?”

Maureen had already taught me that dirty word, and even touched me there several times, through my underpants only. Once or twice she'd rubbed me (and squeezed me) there until it got all wet inside. It made my legs all shaky, too, but she made me promise never to tell.

This time, she put her hand on my back and started rubbing it lightly through my cotton top.

She moved her fingers in a little circle, like she did sometimes when we were alone. Then she moved her hand down, all the way down, to the back of my shorts, and did the same thing. She rubbed my butt in a little circle through the lightweight fabric until it started feeling sort of exciting.

“Do you want to do it?” she asked.

And she gave my butt a real slow squeeze that sent a little shiver through me, right between my legs. When I didn't protest, she slid her hand down inside my shorts, but outside my underpants. Then she squeezed my butt again!

“It'll feel real good,” Maureen promised.

“Okay,” I agreed.

“You have to take off your shoes,” she said. “And your shorts.”

“Okay.”

I kicked off my shoes and she helped me push down my shorts. Then, without asking, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of my blue cotton underpants and pushed them down as well. She pushed them right down to my ankles and made me step out of them.

I was suddenly naked from the waist down! I could feel the air on my bare butt and the backs of my legs and on the little bulge of my bald pussy.

Then Maureen sat on the couch and made me stand right in front of her.

“Spread your legs so I can see,” she told me.

So I spread my feet apart and stood there. And my 12-year-old babysitter took a very good look at the tiny slit between my legs. Then she touched it with her finger, and kept touching it, and touched it even more, until it was all slippery and wet, like those times before when she'd squeezed it.

And the more she touched it, the wetter it got. And the wetter it got, the better it felt, and the more I liked it. In fact, I really liked it.

“Does that feel good?” she asked me.

“Yes!”

With her fingertips, she then traced up and down the pink outer lips of my slit, probing very gently and massaging me (but without pushing a finger in too deep), until those little pink lips in front got real slick and grew even thicker and more sensitive.

Throughout, she paid particular attention to the little protruding part near the top of my slit, my 'little girl clit,' she told me, and that was where the sensations felt so good I nearly asked her to “Stay right there!”

But I was too shy to say it.

She also kept putting her hand between my legs, from underneath, and squeezing my entire pubic area, the small bare mound itself alive with sensation, but pressing her thumb into my 'little girl clit' as well. Which made my legs tremble even more every time she did it.

And then she reached around behind me and cupped my bare ass with both hands, then spread my cheeks apart until I felt wide open back there. And she half-turned me and touched my butthole with her fingertip (which I felt open slightly at her touch), and because her finger was so slippery she pushed it all the way into my butt.

Which was so unexpected, I made a surprised little noise!

“Ohh!”

And felt my butthole tighten on her finger.

Which made Maureen smile.

It didn't feel bad, really, just different, especially because she didn't take her finger out right away, just moved it in and out a few times, in my butt, real slow, watching my face with that same little smile, before finally sliding it out.

“Courtney, sit down here on the couch,” she told me, getting up, and I could tell she was starting to breathe faster. “And spread your legs.”

So I sat down, on the edge of the couch cushion, and spread my knees apart as she asked, feeling my pussy open wetly as well. It was so wet, I could feel the wetness down in the crack of my butt! Even in my butthole where her finger had been going in and out.

My cotton top was already sweaty and clinging and getting uncomfortable, too, but I wanted Maureen to keep touching my pussy, so I laid back on my elbows without a complaint and let her do whatever she wanted.

Then she surprised me by getting down on her knees in front of me. With her fingers, she gently held open the slippery wet lips of my 8-year-old pussy and tried to look inside me!

“Do you ever talk dirty?” Maureen asked.

Her face was so close to my pussy I could feel her hot breath on it. It almost seemed like she wanted to kiss it, her lips were so close to it!

“Courtney, do you know any dirty words besides pussy?” she asked again.

“Like shit, that my mom says sometimes?” I asked.

“No,” she told me. “I mean another word for pussy.”

I had no idea, so I just shook my head.

My breath was starting to get all shaky, too. And my heart was also beating faster. I could feel it in my chest! And I could feel the oily wetness of my pussy on my bare inner thighs as well. Maureen's fingers were so slick with it, every little move she made between my legs caused me to breathe even faster.

“This is your cunt,” she told me. “It's a very dirty word, even dirtier than pussy, though it means the exact same thing.”

She made me touch it, too, my cunt, with my fingers, up at the top where it felt the best. But she kept touching me there as well. Then she made me slip my fingers into my cunt, just past the really sensitive lips that were so swollen and slippery in front.

“It feels all hot inside!” I had to laugh. “And tingly.”

“But it feels real good, too, doesn't it?” she asked.

“It feels really good,” I admitted. “Better than anything I ever felt!”

Kneeling in front of me, Maureen continued exploring my cunt with her fingers (and made me do the same!) until I was squirming around and panting and making little crying out noises.

I could barely keep my bare ass on the couch!

In fact, every time one of us touched my 'little girl clit' at the top, my sweaty little butt jerked up off the cushion on its own, my heels digging into the carpet and my knees spreading wider!

“This isn't even the best part!” she told me.

“It's not?” I asked, disbelieving it.

And she made me climb up onto the couch back so I was straddling it, naked from the waist down, like riding a horse. I could very definitely feel the rough edge of it pressed against my cunt.

“Now just rock back and forth,” she told me. “It's called fucking.”

“It'll get the couch all wet!” I said.

She just gave me a dirty little smirk.

“We'll dry it with your mom's hair dryer.”

But, seeing I was still hesitant, she balled up my panties and slid them under my cunt to absorb the wetness, then pushed my little bare ass down so my crotch was pressed tightly against them and the back of the couch.

“Is that better?” she asked.

“Okay.”

And she got me started, pushing me along, so I'd get the feel of it.

Pretty soon, I was pumping my narrow hips on my own, my knees holding on tight, breathing hard and literally fucking the back of the couch! And throughout, she kept squeezing my bare butt with both hands and touching my wet cunt from behind.

“It feels so good,” I breathed. “Maureen…!”

She even stuck her finger all the way up my butthole again and started sliding it in and out. Like, all the way in and out.

“Do you like it?” she wanted to know.

“I love it!” I gasped, my skinny legs trembling uncontrollably. “Uhhhhh! Uhhh! Uhhhh!”

And I had the first orgasm of my young life, after about fifteen sweaty but wildly exciting minutes of dry-humping my mom's couch with my 12-year-old babysitter's finger up my asshole!

It was like something incredibly delicious suddenly exploded in my sweet little cunt, then somehow reached out instantly to every square inch of my skinny young body in an indescribable way!

“Don't stop doing that!” I moaned shakily to her.

I was acutely aware of Maureen's finger probing in my hot asshole, which was joined by a second finger just as I came-the oversexed preteen slut was working both fingers rapidly in and out of my butt.

“Ohhhhh, Maureen, I can't breathe!”

“You're coming!!” she laughed. “It means you're having a climax! Keep pumping your little ass!”

“Uhhhh uhhh uhhhh!” I panted, straining to get every ounce of pleasure out of my spasming 8-year-old cunt. “I love it! It's almost like I can taste it! Ohhh! Ohh!”

“Your asshole keeps grabbing my finger!”

“Ohhhhh!” was all I could manage, my entire body on fire and jerking wildly. “Uh Uhhh Uhhhh!!!

“Christ, you come so good!” Maureen laughed. “And you're fucking like a little whore!”