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

CHAPTER 14

But I love it even more (on my secret nighttime trips to the video arcades) when I find a slutty preteen girl hanging around with two or more young boys. There's always a lot of simmering sexual tension there, just waiting to be exploited. And I love licking preteen pussy!

On my most recent trip, for example, just last week:

After using the, “My young daughter's supposed to be here,” story inside, I stood outside talking to a little blue-eyed girl traveling with two boys about her own age. She was in the 4th grade, and was far more mature than her 10-year-old age would suggest. The boys turned out to be brothers, one skinny and the other heavier-set, both brown-haired young innocents wearing designer tee-shirts, knee-length camouflage shorts and expensive tennis shoes.

The heavier-set boy was in the 5th grade, the skinnier brother in the same grade as the diminutive girl. I couldn't figure out which one she was really with as both boys stayed very close to her at all times.

“Which one's your boyfriend?” I asked the pale blonde sweetheart. She was skinny and cute as a bug, in not-so-expensive micro-shorts and a tee-shirt, clearly attached to both of the boys she hung with. “And how did you choose?” I added. “They're both so good-looking.”

She shrugged with a uncertain look, a little shy, I thought, but already territorial when her blue eyes narrowed suspiciously at my questions.

I was wearing fairly conservative navy shorts, tight in the butt and crotch but not overly so, and a skimpy little white button-up blouse without a bra. My solid breasts, nipples already erect at thoughts of dirty fun with these three kids, were pressing against the lightweight fabric as if dying to burst free.

She studied me as if genuinely wondering what I might be up to.

“They're both my boyfriends,” she finally said, meaning 'hands off.' “I like them both the same.”

I gave her an appraising look, then nodded I understood.

“Do you make out with both at the same time?” I wanted to know. “I would, if they were my boyfriends.”

That got a few nervous giggles, and one young boy pushed the other, kidding around, mostly horseplay at that age, though it was obvious they each were interested in the girl, a slutty little creature already, I could tell.

“Inside the arcade you said you knew what fucking is,” I continued. “Do you do that yet?”

Both boys seemed startled by my directness, but excited nonetheless, with the skinnier one looking away as if genuinely embarrassed. The slim little blonde girl, though, held her ground.

“We do sex things,” she admitted. “The three of us…”

“Really?” I followed up. “You're so young…”

She gave me a disdainful glance. “We look at the Internet,” she informed me. “We do stuff we see there…”

“Like what?”

“You know…sex stuff.”

I could tell she didn't want to say, but at the same time, she did want to say, mostly to prove she was more grown up than I might have thought. But, with neither of the boys, or the girl herself, readily admitting to anything incriminating, we stood outside the arcade in the dark a long moment.

Finally, when it became obvious my child wasn't there, and-of course-wouldn't be, I asked them, “Is there another arcade nearby? Maybe my little daughter went over there…”

The three kids looked to each other, then back to me.

“We'll show you,” the older brother volunteered. “We can ride over there with you, if you want.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, mostly of the girl. I knew it was her call.

“Okay,” she said, knowing something was up, but not certain what. In any case, she could probably tell it, at least, wouldn't be boring. She added, “We were going over there next, anyway.”

In the Volvo station wagon, it was great fun.

The younger brother, with handsome good looks even at his age, rode up front with me while the 4th grade girl and the heavier-set 5th grade boy rode in the back seat. I made friendly eye contact with the little blonde girl in the rearview mirror. She sort of smiled back, though still clearly nervous and uncertain.

The boy back there with her didn't seem to be sitting all that close to her, even though it was a bench seat. I could tell she probably wanted him to.

“You can make out back there, if you want,” I told them. “Or if you kids want to fuck, go ahead. I won't tell.”

The boy in back looked shocked at the suggestion, but the tiny girl nodded with a quick dirty smile and scooted over next to him. My God, she was almost sitting on top of the kid. Talk about aggressive.

“I wish I had two boys to date, like you,” I told her. “I love dating.”

“Aren't you married?” the boy in back asked me. A little heavier than his younger brother, he was still plenty good-looking enough. “You have a daughter-”

“I'm divorced,” I told them. “So I'm always looking for a boyfriend.”

The younger boy next to me kept looking at my braless boobs, stiffened nipples and slender bare legs with clear longing, but was pretending not to. His one hand nervously gripped the armrest on the door.

“I'll be your boyfriend,” he suddenly offered with a laugh, surprising me. “If you need one.”

In the rearview mirror, the little blonde gave me a sharp look, but then shrugged and apparently decided to pay attention to the brother she was already with. She put her small hand on his bare arm and gave it a squeeze, then quickly unsnapped her own shorts.

“Put your hand in my pants,” she told him, loud enough for the boy up front to hear. “You know what to do-”

Apparently, he did know what to do because the 10-year-old blonde girl gasped aloud with the obvious sensation as his fingers found her young pussy. I tilted the mirror to see better, watching as she pushed her narrow hips forward slightly on the backseat. She even spread her knees wider as she did so, to give the boy's hand in her shorts easier access.

From her casual manner, I could tell she was very familiar with spreading her skinny legs apart for whoever she was with.

It was obvious also, from the sounds they both made and what I could see in the mirror, that he'd wasted no time-he immediately began fingerfucking her and she was hanging onto him tightly. Already breathing unevenly, she turned toward him and threw one bare leg over his. Then she pressed herself entirely into him and started jerking her narrow hips back and forth as if she was fucking.

“You really do know sex stuff,” I said to her. “I'm impressed.”

She acted as if she hadn't even heard.

“Kiss me,” she breathed to the boy she was with.

Experienced or not, I saw him lean into her, his mouth suddenly glued to hers as they made out. For such young kids, they were actually French kissing! I could also hear her whispering to him while they kissed. She was urging him on apparently, because the boy then began fingering her little cunt yet more rapidly. Even roughly, I thought.

“Yes, yes, like that!” she groaned softly, into his mouth, it seemed. “Ohh! Ohh! Do it faster, do it faster! More, more, yes!”

She was soon squirming all around back there, panting loudly, and all the while pushing her crotch jerkily against his hand.

“I'll suck your dick…” she offered to him breathlessly. And added to the boy up front, apparently as a challenge to me, “Come back here, while she's driving, and I'll suck you both!”

It was almost shocking to me, except that at an even earlier age, 9-years-old, I'd been exactly the same way. Always sexually aroused. Always slippery wet. My cunt and my clit always wanting attention. There's probably a technical name for it somewhere. My therapist would know, but she's never mentioned it.

Anyway, I knew it was time to park, so I pulled behind the closed Greenbriar Mall where no one could see us and killed the engine. It was dark enough to look just like an employee's car left for the night.

The younger brother beside me quickly undid his seatbelt as soon as I undid mine, both of us turning so we could better see the underage dirty fun taking place in the backseat.

“Do you want to get back there so she can suck your dick?” I asked him, but at the same time I unbuttoned my blouse in front so my bare boobs popped right out at him. My dark pink nipples were as swollen as they'd ever been. “Or you can stay up here and play with my bare tits-”

As weird as it was, the two grade school youngsters in back, making out, getting sweaty and breathing heavy, their hands feverishly exploring each others' trembling bodies, turned me on as much as anything I could remember.

But I'd bet my hot cunt was already even wetter than the little girl's, and I hadn't even gotten started with any of them yet!

I knew she definitely was very wet, because I could hear her boyfriend's slender fingers feverishly sliding in and out of her slippery 10-year-old cunt. The slick suction sound it made drove me wild. And I swear, I could even smell the juicy lubrication of that little girl's slit!

Like me, the boy up front was frozen in place as we watched them.

He swallowed hard, and so did I, when the 4th grade girl unzipped and reached into his older brother's camo shorts, then pulled out the boy's stiff cock. Her small fingers encircling it, she began jacking him off as if she'd been doing it for years. Without the slightest hesitation, she then scooted down his body and took his stiff little cock into her mouth.

She started sucking him as she masturbated him.

She did it, I thought, with exaggerated wet sounds, clearly for my benefit and that of the other brother beside me, her blonde head bobbing as she noisily used her young lips and tongue.

I looked to the boy next to me then, realizing that even in the near-dark of the parking lot lights shining dimly into the car, he had a very noticeable (and gently throbbing) tent in the front of his own camo shorts.

“Are you my new boyfriend?” I asked him.

When he didn't answer, I reached out and gave the front of his shorts a little poke, feeling his cock jerk at my touch. I squeezed it then with my fingers, his breath catching in his throat in reaction. He watched me without a word, his eyes bright, his cock already as hard as possible within his pants.

“If you're really my boyfriend, I'll suck your dick,” I offered, holding onto it. It was very much jumping around in there. “Are you…?”

In the back seat, the sounds of the young girl and boy were becoming yet more obvious, the wet suction of her sweet little mouth on his stiffened dick still the loudest noise in the car. In addition, I could suddenly hear them moving around, changing positions, apparently, for whatever filthy sexual activity the little sluthole had in mind next.

The boy sitting next to me continued staring into my eyes, very nervous, maybe even scared, at being alone with a half-naked, full-grown woman in the front seat. But he nodded almost imperceptibly. Still without a word, I made him raise up slightly in the seat, then unzipped the front of his shorts and yanked down both his shorts and underwear. I left them down around his tennis shoes, then returned my attention to his naked lap.

His young cock (pale white and hairless) had popped right out, upright and alive with tension. It was small but so hard it was almost vibrating, the slender shaft jerking and throbbing with a life of its own. Taking it in my hand, I gave it a little squeeze that made him gasp softly, his cock jerking even more wildly.

“I love your hard little dick!” I told him, studying it so closely I knew he could feel my hot breath on the slightly oval head of it. “It's so perfect-I'll suck it until you come in my mouth!”

But I also knew enough to “up” the offer for the benefit of the little girl and the boy in my backseat. In other words, at 29-years-old, I was competing sexually, all out, with an oversexed little 4th grade slut.

“Or…we can just fuck,” I told the boy beside me, his dark eyes widening with genuine surprise. “I'll get into your seat and you can kneel in front of me and fuck the shit out of me.”

In all my years, I've never been turned down yet on that particular offer.

“Okay,” the boy said, suddenly far more nervous, so much so that his skinny bare legs began shaking. His bony knees were actually banging together. He wouldn't look at me when he said, “Yes. To the fucking part, I mean.”

Still holding onto his slender cock, I asked, “Have you ever fucked your little girlfriend back there? Or will I be your first?”

At that point, all sounds from the backseat halted, as the skinny 4th grade girl and the older 5th grade boy stopped doing whatever lewd things they'd been doing to each other. Their attention turned to simply listening, even though the scent of the girl's hot underage pussy was still very evident in the air.

She finally gave up the subtle fight for sexual control between us, her breathing still ragged and uneven, when she admitted:

“We do something that's almost fucking.”

I turned back to her over the seat.

Her sweet young face, like the boy's, was flushed with arousal and just plain crazy with excitement. Both kids were naked from the waist down, their shorts and underpants apparently on the floor. She was on her knees, perched on the backseat, bent over the boy's lap where he sat, her narrow little bare ass in the air. I couldn't see her cunt from where I sat but I was certain it was the kind of bald little-girl-slit that I enjoyed licking into so very much!

Her small hand still held onto his cock, where she'd been noisily sucking it. The shiny wet tip, smooth and swollen, was visible to me even in the near-dark.

In their unruly efforts, her tee-shirt had been pushed up over her flat chest so it was twisted and binding at her underarms. I stared at her nipples, so pink and pointy and tiny, but probably so sensitive I'd bet sucking them would fill her cunt with wetness.

“What's almost fucking?” I smiled encouragingly, wanting to know.

But the younger boy next to me answered first. “We rub the heads of our dicks on her pussy without going inside,” he said. “Until we come!”

“I don't let them fuck me,” the girl said matter-of-factly. “Just on my pussy, not in it.”

“Did you see that on the Internet?” I asked. “Using their dicks to come?”

“No, we just figured it out,” she announced with a sudden smile that surprised me. “It feels real good.”

My God, the cute little angel was just about beaming at me, so eager was she to share her sexual prowess with a grown-up girl who, I'm sure she thought, had all the right answers.

“I'll bet it does feel good,” I had to agree.

The older boy in back suddenly volunteered, “Or we put Vaseline between the cheeks of her butt. Then we take turns screwing her between her cheeks, holding them together so it's real tight…”

“Do you ever put it in her ass?” I asked. “In her asshole-?”

I saw her shake her head.

“A little, just the tip once, until it started to hurt,” she interjected. “But when they're doing it to me, I work the muscles in my butt, clenching and unclenching them-”

“That feels great!” the younger boy next to me cut in. “It makes me come real fast.”

“I'll bet,” I laughed.

“And it shoots all the way up her back!” the older boy threw in. “Now she takes her top off, after it got ruined-”

The little girl shook her head. “It's hard to explain to your folks about cum stains on your clothes…”

“I know what that's like,” I admitted.

“We learned that on the Internet,” the little girl admitted. “Screwing me on my butt instead of in it. And we all use our fingers in my pussy when we do it.”

“So you get to come, too?' I asked.

“I come like crazy,” she nodded. “I've always been able to.”

It was sounding very familiar.

She then glanced to the boy in the backseat with her, then looked back to me. “If you start fucking up there, we want to watch. We've never seen anybody do it for real, just on the computer.”

“Okay,” I agreed, then asked her, “Do these two lick your pussy?”

“Not yet,” she answered with a sharp look to each of them. “I just can't get them to do it.”

Both boys suddenly looked jumpy at my question and the diminutive girl's quick answer. When the one next to me shook his head with a laugh as if saying, “No way!” I gave him a dirty look.

I asked, “If I let you fuck me, won't you lick my cunt first?”

He just shrugged, as if he'd never considered such a thing, not yet, at least. Then he swallowed hard. His skinny legs started shaking even more. I gave his hard cock a few slow strokes with my hand, keeping his excitement at the highest level possible.

“Are you sure you won't?” I asked again. “The older boys all do it.”

He shrugged again.

“Maybe, I will,” he finally said quietly. “If you show me how to do it.”

That sounded like a deal to me.

To the little girl in the backseat, I turned around and asked, “Has another girl ever licked your pussy?”

She answered without a second thought.

“My older sister did it to me,” she admitted. “Before she got married and moved out. She's a lot older than me, but we shared the same bedroom.”

“How old is she?” I wanted to know.

“She's 19,” the girl said. “But she was 16 when she started doing it to me. And she did it to me a lot!”

I loved hearing that.

In fact, my cunt about overflowed with the oily juices filling it to the brim as I pictured it: a horny teenager climbing into bed with her nervous kid sister and sucking her little cunt.

“Did you come good like that?” I had to know.

“God, yes,” she said. “Sometimes, we'd go all night.”

All I could think about was getting her skinny bare thighs apart and licking her hairless little cunt until she was coming her brains out. So I asked:

“And did you lick your big sister's pussy, too?”

She nodded. “She made me. Every time. But I liked doing it.”

That was exactly what I wanted to hear!