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

CHAPTER 5

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.

“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.