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

CHAPTER 8

At 9-years-old that summer, I was 4'10” and 88 pounds, a skinny rail of a girl with long brown hair and clear dark eyes. I also had a face people said was angelic, and a bookworm-ish, innocent manner that caused everyone to think I was a goody-goody, whatever that really means.

Little did they know.

In the rental car on the long ride from the airport to the motel in Georgia (during my first trip ever to spend time with my father), I blurted out:

“Daddy, I know you…masturbated in front of me when we watched those dirty movies at your place.”

He acted real surprised and embarrassed. Whatever-I was all embarrassed, too, maybe more so. I was cringing at bringing up the subject, but I really wanted to. Still, I wouldn't even look at him. Instead, I stared out the car window as the evening sky grew darker. And my face was getting so red I could feel the heat of it.

“Sweetie, you could tell?”

“I was doing it, too,” I told him. “Masturbating. But I didn't finish until I got into bed, and then I did it all night.”

He nodded calmly as if this was as normal a father and daughter conversation as any other.

“All night?” he finally asked.

“I had a lot of orgasms,” I admitted. “I couldn't stop fingering myself. Like, the more times I came, the more I wanted to. I was afraid you could hear me.”

“That's amazing,” he said. “But you knew I was doing it, too?”

“Yes, under your robe.” I swallowed hard. Still staring out the window, I then offered, “I want to do it for you, Daddy. Jack you off. Like the girls in the video, when we get to your motel.”

“Courtney, my God!!”

I gave him another little shrug.

“Or I'll do it in the car, right now, if you want…”

It was a summer evening, but instead of my usual jeans, tennis shoes and a tee-shirt, I wore sandals and a little yellow sundress my mom let me pick out myself. It was all bare arms and shoulders, with a very short hem showing almost all of my skinny long legs (worn without underpants, but my mom didn't know that).

When my father didn't answer right away, I asked with real concern, “Daddy, don't you want me to jack you off?”

He turned to me, then finally noticed my mouth. Men.

“Sweetie, are you wearing lipstick?” my dad asked by way of an answer.

“Mom said I could, just this one time, because I'm wearing a dress,” I said brightly. “She said I look so grown up. At the airport, you never said you noticed…”

“Your dress is very cute,” he said. “And you do look grown-up. It's just that you're wearing lipstick and you're only 9-years-old.”

“I'm not wearing any underwear,” I told him boldly, and slid my dress up to my narrow bare hips to show him. “See?”

When he turned to me with another surprised look, one of many that occurred during that particular trip, I spread my legs to give him a better look.

“I'm all wet again,” I said. “In my pussy.”

My cunt was already slippery with excitement because I'd been imagining exactly this conversation with my dad when we'd be alone in the car. In fact, my little pink slit was all swollen and pouting open wetly, in pure anticipation.

“I don't believe this!” my dad shook his head.

I spread my knees wider and used two fingers to spread the sensitive lips of my pussy open even more, to show him how wet I was inside.

“It's like a little lake in there!” I said. Then I laughed. “It's even dripping down into the crack of my butt.”

“Christ,” he said slowly. “God, Courtney, I'm not sure it's a good idea for us to, uh, mess around like this.”

I gave him a dirty little smile.

“But I really want to!” I insisted. “Those videos got me all excited!”

“Sweetie-”

“Daddy, please!” And then I said, “I want to do it like those girls with their fathers. I promise I won't tell!”

“Courtney-”

But before my dad knew it, I leaned over near him and gave him my brightest smile. “I love you, Daddy!”

He laughed at that, shaking his head.

“I love you, too, Courtney,” he nodded. “You're my little angel.”

And as if he didn't know what was happening, he stared straight ahead at the road as I unzipped his pants with a shaky hand, then fished out his already-throbbing hard cock. It stood straight up.

“There it is!” I laughed. “Wow, it's so big around!”

And it was, very thick, my small fingers not able to fully encircle it as I began expertly masturbating him. Of course, later I realized he'd wanted it to happen all along, he just didn't really expect it in his wildest dreams. Or want to seem too eager. Too perverted, I mean.

He wasn't an idiot, after all.

But then I managed to surprise him further.

“Daddy, let me suck it!” I begged him. “I want to use my mouth!”

“No, you're too young for that,” he said. “Just keep jacking me off!”

“I've done it before,” I informed him. “And I like doing it.”

That got me a look of such utter surprise, genuine surprise, it's a miracle we didn't just veer off the winding road into the middle of the dark woods.

“What!?” he asked. “Courtney, are you just making that up?”

“No, for real,” I started, suddenly wondering if I was going to get into trouble. “With my babysitter, Maureen. She lets me help when she sneaks in boys.”

“What!? How do you help?”

“You know,” I shrugged, suddenly all little-girl uncertainty. “With my hand or my mouth.”

My dad looked to me a long moment, then turned back to the road. “My God, that little slut Maureen. What is she now, about 12?”

“She just turned 13 this summer,” I pointed out. “She told me she's a nympho, then told me what it means! And that I might be one, too.”

My dad just laughed.

“For Christ's sakes, you're not a nympho!” he said. “You're a 9-year-old girl naturally curious about sex! It's completely normal.”

I wasn't so certain about that, or what to say next, but I suddenly admitted, “Daddy, I think about sex all the time. And I do dirty stuff all the time. With Maureen and Charlene and some of Maureen's boyfriends…”

And then, still holding onto his stiffened cock and feeling it throb warmly under my slim fingers, I confessed everything to my father:

Maureen teaching me to come on the couch and her sticking her finger up my butt and the handjobs and blowjobs and the different boys fucking her in my bed while I held her hand and my sex stuff with little Charlene and licking Maureen's asshole and even licking that boy's asshole and I mean everything!

My father listened in amazed silence, nodding now and then to encourage me, but not interrupting, just letting me tell him whatever I wanted. Which, of course, is the way to get someone to tell you absolutely everything.

“Jesus Christ,” he finally said when I was done. “I can't believe that little whore Maureen molested you!”

“Daddy, I liked it! And I still do. And I like using my hand and my mouth for sex stuff. It's fun!”

My dad exhaled slowly, then nodded to himself.

“Are you screwing yet?” he wanted to know. “Actual fucking?”

“Not yet,” I said. “Not real fucking.”

That seemed to calm him down slightly. Then:

“I can't believe I'm telling you this,” he said. “But when Maureen started babysitting you last year, I gave her a ride home once, and she and I…you know.”

“You fucked Maureen?” I burst out with.

“Yes, in the car,” he said. “And for being so young, she's really good at it.”

I just looked at him.

“Daddy, I bet I'd be good at it, too,” I said. “If you'd fuck me!”