"Little Courtney_s Family Secrets" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ryder Virginia K. G.)

CHAPTER 9

“Courtney, don't say that!” he told me. “About us fucking.”

“Daddy, I'm already jacking you off,” I said. “Don't you like it?”

And I was still jacking him off, extremely well, I thought. My skinny fingers were tightly around his stiff cock, my small hand rapidly moving up and down. It was easy enough, then, to simply lean down into his lap and put the swollen head of his throbbing dick into my mouth.

Which, of course, being quite the hopelessly eager slut, I did. Which made him jerk with a little moan of surprise and tighten his hands on the steering wheel as soon as my hot mouth found him.

Sucking him and jacking him off even faster, I starting using my tongue the way I'd learned with Maureen's many boyfriends.

Startled, all my dad could do was drive. And watch.

“You're making me come,” he said a quick moment later. “God, you sweet little whore!”

And he ejaculated with such an explosive load of semen that first time, I was barely able to swallow all of it! It poured out in thick strands of warm, gluey liquid, instantly filling my mouth and throat.

It was like a geyser!

“Jesus, I'm coming in my own kid's mouth!” he gasped.

I choked a little with surprise at the amount (no boy I'd sucked ever came that much!), but I got most of it down, swallowing two or three times. It made my fingers all sticky, too, the excess running out of my mouth and down the shaft, but I kept jacking my dad off even though my fingers started slipping up and down on it.

I let him finish, feeling his cock throb and jerk as several last quick jets of cum spurted into my mouth.

Still sucking him, though, I kept squeezing his cock with my fingers and he finally groaned that he was done.

“I loved it, Daddy,” I told him when I sat back, wiping my mouth with my hand. “Doing real sex stuff with you.”

His gooey cum was on my chin and on my face and in my hair and even on the front of my new sundress. I tried wiping at some of it, then licked what I could off my fingers the way Maureen taught me. My dad looked on with even more surprise.

“We have to keep this a secret, or your mom'll kill me,” he said. “Damn, there's cum all over you!”

“My pussy's all wet, too,” I let him know. “I'm very sexually aroused.”

A phrase from one of my dad's early talks.

“Courtney, do you need to masturbate?” he asked. “I won't look.”

“You can look,” I said.

Weirdly, though, when it came right down to it, I was too embarrassed to have him watch me masturbating.

By then it was fully dark out. But it still felt funny driving along with my father, cum still dotted in my hair and on my little sundress, and my skinny bare legs spread wide while I built up my nerve to play with my sopping little cunt.

I could even smell it. I guess so could my dad.

“God, your crotch is so wet,” he looked over. “And it's so pink…”

“I want to do it, but I'm embarrassed,” I admitted. “Making myself come.”

Putting my hands on each side of me, I began clenching the outer edges of the seat. I closed my eyes and nervously jiggled my bare legs open and closed real fast, like a little kid might do.

“It seems too weird,” I said. “I don't know why…”

My father just laughed.

“It's because you're still a little girl,” he said. “But I told you, I won't look.”

“Okay,” I finally said, because I really did want to do it. Then I slid my right hand into my crotch. “Don't look, and then you can look when I'm really doing it.”

It was my own dad, after all, and to my surprise, I was embarrassed.

“It'll feel too good to stop by then,” I added.

My fingertips immediately found my clit and I jerked with a little sigh at the touch and swallowed real hard. I rubbed all around the slightly raised, slippery little center to start, but not directly on it yet.

My breathing got faster right away, though, and my thin legs were suddenly trembling at the thought of what I was doing. A moment later I was trembling all over. I found myself hoping my dad wouldn't notice how badly I was shaking.

Once again, I didn't want him to think his daughter was too weird!

“Don't look yet,” I said.

“Sweetie, I won't look until you tell me to.”

“Okay.”

I leaned the seatback down about halfway, then kicked off my sandals, scooted my bare butt forward slightly and spread my knees wider. With my sundress up above my waist and my small bare feet braced on the car floor, I started masturbating.

“Ohhh, it already feels good,” I couldn't help but moan. “Uh! Uhhh! Uhhh!”

I looked over to my dad to see if he was looking, but he kept his eyes on the road, his hands on the wheel. His wet cock, still poking out of his zipper, was quickly getting hard again, though.

I closed my eyes and kept at it, my bare butt starting to squirm in the seat.

“It still feels real good, Daddy,” I breathed. “But don't look.”

“I'm not looking.”

Then I began rocking my little ass forward and back, working my crotch against the motion of my fingers on my clit, my cunt so wet I could smell it even more.

“Oh, God! Ohhhh!”

My breathing got even faster, my heart thumping away. I started rubbing directly on my tingling clit, which made me about jump out of my skin!

“Uhhhhhh!” I groaned. “Ohhh! Ohhh! Uhhh! My pussy feels so good!”

“But does it feel good enough for me to look yet?” my dad finally asked, my panting and moaning impossible to ignore. “Or I can wait…”

My tiny nipples were as hard as rocks and my butt was squirming in a slick puddle on the leather seat.

“Daddy, you can look,” I finally managed. “Oh, God, I love it!”

I was making little noises in my throat. While I fingerfucked myself with my right hand my left hand kept tightening on the edge of the bucket seat, squeezing it.

I started jerking my slim hips up with a little moan every few seconds, my bare thighs tensing repeatedly as my fingers continued to manipulate my now throbbing clit. The thickened lips of my pussy were so swollen and sensitive I jerked with the little shock-like sensations I'd get every time my fingertips touched them.

“Ohhhh!” I kept panting. “Daddy, I'm pretending you're fucking me!”

His clearly stunned response to that utterance was dead silence.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” I groaned, just like in the porn videos. “Keep fucking me like that! Fuck me even harder! Ohhh, God!”

If my breathing was shaky, my legs were even shakier. I began rapidly jerking my narrow hips up and down and moaning out loud as if he was actually fucking me! I didn't know if I should be embarrassed or not, but it felt too good to stop.

“I can't believe you're only nine!” my dad said, watching me pumping my narrow hips and feverishly masturbating for the first time in his life. “You must love fingerfucking yourself!”

“I do,” I panted. “I love it!”

“Christ, you're so damn cute!” he told me. “I love you so much!”

With my eyes closed, I asked, “Are you looking at my cunt?”

“Of course,” he said, his breath almost as ragged as mine. “You're making me crazy here.”

“Do you like it?” I asked. “My cunt?”

“It's beautiful,” he said. “It's the sweetest little cunt I ever saw.”

“Ohhh Daddy, it really feels good when I do it fast like this!”

Driving along in the dark, he was silent a long moment, apparently trying to keep his eyes on the road and on my pussy at the same time.

“Courtney, you're giving me another big hard-on!”

“Touch my pussy,” I begged him. “Help me come.”

Without a word, he reached out a hand.

And when my father's warm fingertips touched my bare inner thigh, and then my slippery cunt, and finally found my trembling clit by slipping under my own slick fingers, I came in about two seconds.

“I'm coming, Daddy!” I cried out, bucking in the seat as if I had an electric cattle-prod up my butt. “Daddy, it's so good! Ohhh! Keep touching it like that! Uhhhhhh! Ohhh God, yes, yes, Daddy, I'm coming so hard!!”

And while I was still coming, I reached over with my left hand and easily found my dad's rigid, throbbing cock, standing straight up again in the middle of his lap.

I squeezed it, then started awkwardly jacking him off once again. I was right-handed after all, but he still seemed to enjoy it.

“We have to pull over into a rest area,” my dad said breathlessly. “I think you need to suck my dick again but I don't want to run into something on the highway and choke you.”

“Okay,” I smiled weakly at him, after melting into the seat with a soft little moan but hardly out of pent-up youthful sexual energy. “And then I need to come again, too! Do you want to try fucking me in the car?”

I was still only a 9-year-old little angel just out of the 3rd grade for the summer, but I was already a genuine slut!