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!”

   “Let's go to your room,” Maureen said, as soon as I went limp with a final gasp. “And see how many more times we can make you come.”
 
   And she grabbed up my shorts and panties and took me to my bedroom. She made me lay on my back with my skinny legs apart. Then she did it with her fingers in my pussy each time (making me climax again and again). And I kept squirming around like crazy at her experienced touch. Every time I came, it felt just as good as the first time on the couch.
   “Now it's my turn,” she said hoarsely.
   Then she pushed down her own jeans and soaking wet panties and laid down beside me on the bed and made me do it to her. When she spread her legs apart, I could smell her wetness and actually feel the heat between her smooth bare thighs!
   And I caught on very fast, my young fingers probing eagerly into her 12-year-old slit, the dark tendrils of her emerging pubic hair just beginning to sprout.
   “There's hair on it,” I said with surprise. “On your cunt!”
   “You'll have it, too,” she informed me. “One day.”
   It was real easy to find her distended clit. It was so slippery, even more than mine! And I also pushed my skinny fingers all the way into her, almost my whole hand going into her sopping wet cunt! Like, four fingers! But she mostly had me stay right on her clit, rubbing it and squeezing it and even pulling at it a little when she started breathing real fast!
   “Just like that,” she panted. “Keep at it.”
   She'd shown me exactly what to do and it was really fun. When she started having her first orgasm (she had about five!), she actually kissed me on the mouth. That was fun too. We did it with our tongues, kissing, which I'd never done before either, but I liked it.
   After she came that first couple of times, she had me squeezing her big bare tits as well, then sucking on her rubbery nipples each time she was getting close to having a climax. She even told me to bite them a little, her nipples, which surprised me.
   “You're making me come!” she'd groan, shaking so hard I thought she'd actually pass out or something. “Bite me there! Chew on my nipples! Chew on them! Oh, fuck, that feels so fucking good! Ohhhhh, God, I'm coming like fuck!”
   It wasn't boring, I'll tell you that!
   And so, after that first afternoon with Maureen, I fingered myself every night until I fell asleep from sweaty exhaustion. I couldn't get enough of it.
   I learned later, in fact, I was extremely oversexed! The word my therapist always uses is hypersexual.
 

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   The very next time Maureen was over, she started licking my hot little cunt the moment my mom and stepfather were out the door! And she made me start licking hers! I mean really licking it, for a long time, her on the bottom and me on the top, both of us bare-assed naked with our legs spread, doing what she told me was a 69, until we'd both come again. And again and again!
   Maureen also liked getting me up on my hands and knees, pressing her face into my sweaty little butt-crack and licking me from behind. She loved using her tongue, in my pussy and my asshole, to make me come.
   “Now do me,” she said.
   So we'd trade places. Of course, beginning at that impressionable young age, I got really good at licking her pussy and her butt!
   The first time I stuck my face in her butt and licked her asshole, it seemed weird to me, to be sticking my tongue in another girl's butt, but then I got to really like it. It was fun. And Maureen loved it! It got so I could tell when she was ready to have a climax just by what her butthole was doing!
   Like I said, weird, huh?
   She also showed me how to get on my bike in the garage and fuck the seat, pressing my crotch into the narrow end of it through my shorts or jeans until I'd come really hard! Sometimes, when I was riding around, I'd stop where no one could see me and make myself come like that, using the bicycle seat.
   My underpants were wet all the time.
   I also learned how to come standing on a wooden box and pressing my pussy into the front edge of our washing machine during the spin cycle. Maureen and I did a lot of wash while my parents were away, a lot of it several times, but mostly using just the multiple spin cycles.
   We definitely had the cleanest clothes in the entire neighborhood.
   Later, because she knew I wouldn't tell, Maureen started sneaking boys in, sometimes more than one at a time. I'd stand guard, watching for my mother and stepfather out the front window, while they used my narrow twin bed to do oral sex or fuck.
   I'd always walk in on them and watch them doing it. And they always let me.
   In fact, Maureen actually liked it best when I watched.
   She made sure I saw everything, especially if two or three boys took turns on her. I liked getting my face in real close and watching their stiff cocks going in and out of her cunt. Her juicy wetness always splurged out of her with each frenzied stroke and ran down into the crack of her bare ass. Plus the moaning noises she made got me excited, her squirming naked body clearly alive with near-electric sensations as the boys (usually a couple of lead-pipe idiots, I'm afraid) fucked her senseless. She usually sucked one guy's cock while taking the other one in her pussy or her asshole, this last avenue, she repeatedly informed me, a far safer bet when it came to not getting unnecessarily pregnant.
   “No girl ever got knocked up taking a dick in her ass,” she'd say, wrong as it turned out, due to occasional semen overload, which could work its way into any available crack or crevice. “Plus it's so dirty-it makes you come real hard!”
   That part was true, at least.
   And sometimes, she'd pull me into bed to lay next to her while they did it!
   “Just stay here,” she'd tell me, breathing hard and fast. “Hold my hand.”
   So I'd hold her hand real tight while they fucked her!
   “This is my kid sister,” she'd tell them, lying to them. “I like having her next to me when I do dirty stuff.”
   That part was true enough, though.
   As you can guess, Maureen sometimes fingerfucked me or we'd lick each other's cunts while the boys watched. Then some of the boys started touching my nonexistent tits or my bald cunt or my asshole, too. A few even licked me down there. I also learned how to give a blow job that spring, and to swallow it fast so it didn't taste bad. But it was all a lot of fun. I even stuck my tongue up a boy's ass once!
   Maureen taught me a lot.
   After that, I did a lot of dirty stuff on my own with a lot of other kids, boys and girls both, and quite a few adults, too, who-for whatever sick reason-liked the idea of naked fun with an oversexed elementary school girl.

   I turned 9-years-old that June and was still technically a virgin, even after all my sex fun with Maureen and her boyfriends.
   That's when I started spending a lot of 'quality time' with my father, who was then only 28-years-old, a tall, strikingly handsome man with short dark hair and deep brown eyes much like mine. He and my mother were divorced a few years earlier, and I hadn't seen him all that much due to the nature of his job.
   Mainly, he just picked me up for the occasional weekend at his apartment, about an hour from where we lived.
   He was the Regional Manager for a national company, so traveled constantly ('on the road' he called it), throughout most of the eastern seaboard. Meaning from New York city all the way south to Miami, Florida. Since I was out of school for the summer that year, my dad decided it was time to finally get to know me a little better.
   Financially, he was very successful, so he'd fly me to whatever city he was in that week. During that time, I got to know a lot of nice Flight Attendants who watched over me. My dad always made certain in advance I'd have a safe trip.
   He'd then pick me up in a rental car at whatever airport I arrived at, then get me an adjoining motel room at whatever place he was staying.
   Of course, all that time alone on the road, just he and I, without any adult supervision (my dad doesn't count!), led to the many sexual adventures we were to enjoy from that summer on.
   I'll admit here, I willingly-meaning eagerly-started playing sex games with my dad even before I began traveling with him that summer, while I was still in school that spring. Like asking him sexually explicit questions to get him excited when I stayed at his place on weekends, or 'accidentally' flashing him my smoothly hairless cunt or my bare little ass every chance I could.
   By the time I started flying to meet him out of town, we were both primed for what we secretly knew was to come-a doting father and his oversexed little preteen daughter exploring every unnatural sex act they could think of.
   Talk about spending your serious 'quality time' together.
   Of course, that was the story we gave my mother.
   But it was really so my dad and I could indulge in the secret incest games we played, meaning actual fucking, my tall, good-looking father screwing my little-girl pussy until I was groaning and panting like an overheated dog.
   And, yes, he'd had a vasectomy years earlier, even before I'd become his little hot pants sweetie. He also told me I had an amazing cunt for such a young girl. And that I came really fast (and hard) for a kid.
   My mom would literally kill us if she knew!
   He was the first one to fuck me, like I said, managing (after many fun attempts) to eventually get his large cock fully into my little well-lubricated cunt.
   Finally, of course, after our first real sex together and during any lengthy drives to our shared motel rooms wherever, from then on, I always jacked him off and gave him blow jobs along the way. And, yes, he always came explosively and I always swallowed as much of his hot cum as I could! By that time, though, the driving fun was merely a warm-up for the main events.
   Meaning, at every single motel or hotel we stayed at, we fucked and fucked and fucked.
   Much more about all that later.
   By the time I was in the 5th grade, I was routinely doing it with older boys, kids in my own class, my sweet little cousin, my dad, and even my stepfather, who was terrified he'd get caught by my mother with his dick inside my sweet little pussy (or while I was giving him a quick blow job in his car!).
   Also, I discovered I loved making guys come (the younger the better) and I loved watching it shoot out their cocks. Also, I loved swallowing it and getting it on my face and my chin and licking it off my lips or fingers while they watched.
   My God, I've sucked so many dicks!
   In junior high, four older boys from another school who didn't know me jacked off into a paper cup and I drank it (took a sip, actually) on a bet. Later I got into the back of their SUV and let them take turns fucking me.
   Their drippy strands of cum leaked out of my pussy for two straight days.
   By then, I kept my father up-to-date on all of my sexual escapades, on the phone or in person. I was absolutely thrilled that my stories (of his horny underage daughter) kept his attention riveted and got him so stimulated. Meaning, got his big dick super-hard! In those days it was phone sex, our filthy conversations desperately hidden from my mom or stepfather.
   “I'm fingerfucking myself, Daddy,” I'd whisper into the phone. “After school, I let a boy fuck me in my asshole, and I'm still aroused.”
   “My God, Courtney, you're such a dirty little kid!”
   “I'm gonna make myself come real fast for you!” I went on, rubbing my slick little clit frantically. “Ohhh, it feels so good! I'm gonna suck my pussy juice off my fingers and pretend it's your cock, covered with it from fucking me…Ohhh, I'm coming right now, Daddy…”
   “Did the boy come in your asshole or your mouth…?”
   “In my butt-he only got halfway in before he did. Uhhhh! I'm coming so good!”
   “Courtney, I love you so much…”
   “I love you, too, Daddy! I wish you were here fucking me!”
   Like that.
   But today we get each other off through our computers.
   Computer sex, I mean: me on my high-definition webcam, fingerfucking myself or sticking dildos or vibrators or bananas up my cunt for him, while he jacks off for me on his. Lately, we sometimes set up the webcam, lock all the doors, go to bed early (wink! wink!) and put on little shows for him, just me and James and Lucy.
   It can't get much sicker than that, I guess, but my therapist will never know.
   Once, at a weekend gangbang with my dad and his incest swinger club friends when I was 12-years-old, we lost count after I had over 30 groaning orgasms. They fucked me so much, they thought they'd hurt me (one older boy said my pussy smelled like cum and tuna fish!), but I let them keep doing it to me. They finally stopped, but not me.
   God only knows what my limit is. Or how genuinely twisted I am.
   When I was only 10, my best friend Kathy and I loved to jack off her dog, a frisky young German shepherd named Rexy. We did it about a hundred times, in her bedroom with the door closed. We always did it into the same dog-cum-encrusted towel and hid it after. Sometimes, when it was still sticky, we'd put our fingers in it or dare each other to smell it! Once when Kathy wasn't looking, I licked it, just to see what it tasted like.
   We were too afraid (or embarrassed) to put Rexy's dog-dick in our mouths, but we constantly talked about doing practice blow jobs on him.
   Jacking him off, until his big red cock poked out, got us both wildly excited. It made our breathing all ragged and heavy, especially when we kept at it and his cum spurted into the towel. Afterward, we always did feverish mutual masturbation or gave oral sex to each other.
   And, more than once, we almost got caught by her parents. They'd have killed us if they'd known!
   Six months later, Kathy admitted to me she had sucked her dog's dick when I wasn't there! Through most of the 4th grade, she gave Rexy secret blowjobs, making him ejaculate a river of dog-cum with her hand and her mouth!
   “My God, did you swallow it!?” I asked.
   “Some of it,” she admitted. “It was perverted, I know, but it got me excited.”
   “Why didn't you tell me?!”
   “It was too perverted!”
   “It was perverted jacking him off,” I reminded her. “But we did that together!”
   Kathy gave me a dirty little smirk. She was a spunky little redhead, cute and sexy, with a trim waist and the beginning of some real boobs. Her rounded ass was the rubbery-firm kind I loved grabbing with both hands. It was just so damn springy!
   And, like me, she got really wet, really fast. I'd eaten her sloppy wet pussy or stuck my tongue up her pink asshole about a million times!
   “Do you want to suck off Rexy now?” she asked, surprising me. “Nobody's home but us.”
   I swallowed hard at the thought, easily excited by that big red cock of his. And the loads of dog-cum shooting out of it. So I nodded. And, I admit, I was already trembling with the thought.
   “Okay,” I agreed. “But I want to watch you do it first.”
   “No problem,” Kathy laughed.
   “Are you going to swallow it?”
   “Most of it,” she said. “It's a lot.”
   “It was always a lot,” I remembered.
   We used to secretly call Rexy our cum-hound. I almost called the dog that name in front of her parents once, but caught myself just in time. I mentioned it to Kathy then and we both had to laugh.
   God, those were fun days.
   Then she gave me a particularly wicked smile, made more wicked because she was only 10-years old, too.
   “By the way, Rexy's really good at licking pussy,” she said. “We can make him lick your cunt while I suck his cock. And he'll stay right on your clit if you hold yourself open.”
   “Wow-count me in!”
   Parents, do you know what your kids are doing tonight?

   “Is sex dirty? Only if it's done right.”
   How absolutely true.
   And that was how I recounted my many sexual adventures to my therapist, as dirty fun, blissfully so, and certainly done right. Ms. Jennifer Grayson, PhD, sat across from me in a matching cordovan armchair, sheer nylon-encased legs demurely crossed, listening to my every word.
   There was no analyst's couch within her plush office-much too tempting for sex addicts, I guess, which she specialized in. Although, in fact, her dark cherry Victorian desk was more than large enough to fuck on.
   I was telling her I craved sex simply for the delicious physical pleasure it provided me. Period. Had I craved chocolate instead, the understanding of its appeal would be immediate and clear; there'd be no lengthy interpretation required.
   I merely loved the intense sensations of pleasure that highly-orgasmic sex gave my entire body. Or mainly just my pussy.
   She didn't readily agree with me, of course, but then her life's work involved lengthy interpretations of a particular craving. Had she been counseling chocolate addicts, again as an example, it's possible that that craving would suddenly require a complicated explanation.
   In any case, Ms. Grayson was slightly older than me, early 30's, darkly pretty with fine features, surprisingly bright green eyes and an aquiline nose. To my knowledge, she'd never married. She had a slim waist and a solid-looking set of hips under a burgundy, below-the-knee skirt and a white, well-starched blouse that was buttoned at her throat. Even so, well-starched blouse or not, it was obvious she'd never had any problems of 'under-development' back in the high school boobs department.
   Her large breasts were clearly quite spectacular.
   I mention her good looks, and her hips and her substantial breasts, because my rampant bi-sexuality made everyone a potential sex partner for me, Dr. Jennifer Grayson no exception.
   In our first meeting months earlier, I'd made it obvious, with some degree of subtlety (I thought), that as a sex addict who always wanted it, I'd love to kneel down in front of her and lick her vagina until she had one of the greatest orgasms of her life.
   No questions asked and-yes, I'd still continue with the sessions.
   “I'm just so damn good at it,” I'd said with genuine emotion. “Using my mouth, I mean!”
   She peered at me over her large, oval glasses. All therapists must be required to wear those, but they looked right at home on her.
   “Courtney, I'd be an extremely poor sex therapist if I leaped into bed with every patient who appealed to me, wouldn't I?”
   “I suppose so, Ms. Grayson,” I'd nodded, adjusting my short skirt, sans panties. I was suddenly embarrassed at the wide-open beaver shot I'd given her. “I just thought, you know, sex surrogate, that kind of thing-”
   “Therapist,” she corrected. “Sex therapist.”
   Got it. My God, what a hopelessly huge whore I must be.

   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.

   Like I said, before I started traveling that summer to meet my dad on the road, I'd spend the occasional weekend at his apartment, an hour or so away from where I lived with my mom.
   It was always the typical daughter visit, movies, ice cream and late-night TV, all of it without a bedtime or curfew. Typical, I'd say, except that during the prior months I'd already been seduced by that 12-year-old slut Maureen and had a series of dirty adventures with her, her boyfriends and my little cousin.
   Anyway, from that moment on (my actual discovery of real-life sex with Maureen), I weirdly found myself fantasizing about sex fun with my own tall handsome father. This usually involved me providing a variety of perverted oral sex acts for him, but just as often I imagined him actually fucking me.
   I knew it was crazy, especially the fucking part, but it got me so excited I couldn't stop thinking about it. Especially when I was masturbating.
   After all, I was an semi-active (sometimes more than semi-active!) participant whenever Maureen was getting fucked in my own twin bed, so I definitely understood the physical mechanics of the act. And I well knew the indecent pleasure it gave me, just being a frequent contributor.
   So, in that same vein, I started to do sexy little things near my dad or in front of him to get his attention.
   Like:
   “Daddy, should I fix you something?” I'd call from his kitchen, first thing in the morning. “A piece of toast?”
   And as soon as he turned toward me, a cup of coffee in his hand, I'd inadvertently move so that my skimpy little-kid robe would fall open, giving him a glimpse of my bare young pussy or my extremely cute ass as I stood there.
   He'd just point with a look. “Courtney…”
   And I'd finally notice, and close it.
   “Oh..! Sorry, Daddy.”
   Or sitting in his lap in the evening, his perfect little girl, watching television and again with nothing under my robe, I'd squirm around until I could definitely feel his dick getting hard beneath me! Then I'd reach across for the TV Guide or something, making certain my robe fell open yet again as I stretched my skinny body out for it, my nakedness momentarily right under his very nose.
   Of course, I wasn't paying attention, not at all, to my semi-nude state so he'd finally have to close my robe for me.
   But I noticed it took him just a little longer each time to pull it closed, especially when I started spreading my knees apart as I stretched out in his lap, the tiny slit of my pussy sometimes making that almost imperceptible but sweet, subtle little wet sound as it opened slightly.
   That kind of stuff really works, by the way!
   I also started asking a lot of questions about S-E-X.
   And I touched myself absently in certain spots, mostly squeezing my crotch through my robe or pajamas, while we talked, so at some level he'd know I was sexually excited by our 'scientific' father-daughter talks.
   “But, Daddy,” I asked once, in his lap with my robe partly open, “what does it taste like? Semen, I mean?”
   That one flustered him.
   “Well, not too good, I imagine,” he answered seriously. “But some girls do seem to like it…”
   I gave him a curious little look.
   “How does it get in their mouth?” I asked, sincerely, as if I hadn't been the one to ask in the first place. “Do they actually suck the man's penis or something?”
   And while I asked, my little hand was absently inside my robe, squeezing myself as if I suddenly had to pee, while I rocked back and forth slightly in his lap. I also kept looking up at him with my big brown innocent eyes (I definitely had the 'innocent little girl' act down).
   “Does semen come out of every man's penis?” I apparently had to know. “And every boy's?”
   He nodded somberly.
   “Yes, sweetie, it does.”
   “Even yours?”
   “Well…”
   But bath time was the most fun.
   “Daddy, Daddy!” I'd call out from the tub. “All the bubbles are gone!”
   There'd be a long silence from my father on that one.
   “Pour some more into the tub,” he'd finally yell back.
   “It's all gone.”
   “There's another bottle under the sink.”
   “I don't want to get out yet,” I let him know. “Can't you get it for me?”
   Of course, I'd started masturbating as soon as I'd climbed into the tub, getting my hairless little cunt all oily wet and swollen and excited with anticipation. That way, it'd be harder to miss, even under the water.
   “Courtney, you get out and get it.”
   This was the part that counted:
   “Daddy, please!” I'd almost cry. “I need more bubbles! Please!”
   And, believe it or not, after enough back and forth like that, he'd usually give up and come in with his eyes averted, to find me the new bottle of bubble bath-which I'd hidden far back in the cabinet under the sink.
   “I can't find the damn stuff,” he'd always say, kneeling there, moving stuff around, knocking stuff over. “Where the hell is it?”
   When it seemed like he'd never find it, I'd hop out of the tub naked and push in next to him, dripping on the bathroom rug-I loved being bare-assed next to my own good-looking father. In addition, my tender little-girl pussy had that fresh-scrubbed, engorged with youthful lust and just-fingerfucked-through-two-orgasms look to it.
   “It's right here!” I'd gloat, reaching in. “You just had to move some stuff.”
   He'd give me a look, keeping his eyes on my own eyes instead of the rest of me, even as I was almost pressed naked against him. “Couldn't you have done that in the first place?” he asked.
   “I thought you could just find it,” I laughed, like he was a total idiot. “It was right in there.”
   And I'd hand the bottle to him and hop back into the tub with a splash, lying back naked with my skinny knees spread just enough so he could see the slightly-parted but deeply-pink opening of my cunt.
   My God, I was just about a preteen nudist in those days. Nothing self-conscious about me at all.
   The faucet was down at the other end and I sloshed my bare feet around, splashing a little water over the side.
   “Put the bubble bath in!” I'd laugh. “Squirt it in. And more hot water!”
   He'd just shake his head, knowing it was hopeless to argue, and squirt a stream of it into the water without even pretending to look away. I was just a little kid, really, and he was my dad, after all. Then he turned on the water and waited until the bubbles foamed up down by my feet but slowly worked their way up to the rest of me.
   “Do I have boobs yet?” I always asked. “Can you tell?”
   “Courtney!” he'd say sternly, but always ended up laughing. “You're flat as a flounder, and you know it.”
   I shrugged my narrow shoulders.
   “My nipples get all tingly, though,” I told him. “Look how pointy they are. Squirt the bubble bath on them!”
   “No,” he said. “You shouldn't talk like that!”
   I gave him my most serious little-girl look. I was almost nine, after all.
   “Daddy, you said it was okay to talk about sex,” I told him. And then, confused, “Isn't it okay…?”
   “Well…” he said, thoughtfully, as he always seemed to be when discussing such matters with his darling little girl. “But you don't need to…dwell on it so much.”
   “But the sex stuff is the most fun,” I blurted. “Talking about it. I can't say anything to mom about it-”
   “I guess,” he allowed, knowing her even better than I did, of course. My mother was not a person to talk about sex to. “Fine, so go ahead…”
   “It gets even more tingly down here,” I showed him, spreading my bare thighs apart, then using my fingers to open my tiny cunt for him. It was extremely pink in there, like shiny pink. “Between my legs. Squirt it right there, instead…”
   “Courtney, damn it!”
 

****

 
   After a few more weekends at his place that spring, we ended up talking about sex continually, in gradually more explicit language, me asking endless questions and my father answering as honestly as he could, considering…that I was still just a dopey kid to him.
   In any case, it wasn't too far from explicit sex questions and answers to me begging for adult videos (strictly for educational purposes) and getting them, at my dad's. This became the best-kept secret in the world, whenever he was home, a dutiful father and his elementary schoolgirl daughter watching full-color XXX porn.
   “Is this the kind of thing they show in your sex-ed classes?” he once asked me, serious as could be. “I know you have videos there…”
   “Sort of,” I told him, both of us riveted to Highschool Gangbang, a sensitive DVD about a virginal teen cheerleader ravaged by five teachers, the guidance counselor, two janitors, the school nurse with a strap-on dildo, a parking lot attendant and (this is the part I didn't get) a tall black man in a Porky Pig mask. “But they don't have slow-motion cum-shots that land on the camera lens…”
   “Right.”
   “God, look how huge that black guy's penis is!” I had to marvel. “His dick! He can't even get it all the way into her pussy!”
   “I think it's fake,” my father observed. “A strap-on. It's just too big.”
   I laughed at that.
   “It'd be too big for me,” I threw in. “Of course, I'm still an innocent little virgin.”
   “Right,” he said. “Innocent is exactly the word I was thinking of.”
   I gave him a look.
   “Better than having me all ignorant and pregnant when I'm a teen,” I pointed out. “This is better.”
   He just gave me a look and then shook his head.
   “Unless your mother finds out and kills both of us.”
   Anyway, that's how far we'd gotten, yet with still a semblance of propriety, a regular father-daughter normalcy. So we just watched and discussed dirty videos in increasingly explicit detail, our weekends together filled with urgent-but willfully repressed-sexual excitement. Without any apparent form of relief.
   Willfully repressed sexual excitement when we were actually together, at least.
   Whenever he was alone, I knew he was secretly masturbating every chance he'd get, in the bathroom or his bedroom or wherever. And he clearly knew I was doing something to myself as well.
   At night, both of us in our robes, with me sitting behind him on the couch while he lay on the floor in front of the television, I'd quietly masturbate throughout every DVD. But I never allowed myself to have an orgasm. Not one. It'd be way too obvious, if I actually came like that, all panting and squirming and crying out.
   That meant I was almost coming many times a night, reaching the shaky brink of one orgasm after another, but somehow managing to stop just before I went off each time. Which was gradually making me crazy.
   It was like electric sparks were flying off me! Like straight out of my crotch!
   In reality (it turned out), I was unintentionally building myself to a multiple-climax each night when we finally said “goodnight” and headed to our respective bedrooms. In fact, the shockingly intense consummation of my pent-up sexual urges was so great I almost passed out the instant my trembling fingers touched my cunt.
   Every time I came, in fact, my heart thumping wildly in my skinny chest, my entire body shaking so hard my dad could probably feel it in the next room, I had to stuff my pillow in my mouth to keep from screaming out loud.
   My pussy was literally flowing with wetness, a huge circle of juicy lubrication growing larger and wetter under my squirmy narrow bare ass.
   And when I say multiple, I mean multiple: my swollen pink cunt exploded into a series of shuddering orgasms that built on one another, my fingers working so furiously at my throbbing clit that first one hand, and then the other, would just cramp up.
   Yet I still massaged my most sensitive spot, my pulsating clitoris, sometimes using just the girly-juice-slickened flat of my palm to keep getting myself off!
   I'll bet I came at least ten times in a row every single night-not bad for a girl still in the 3rd grade!

   One DVD we watched was about a father fucking his two young daughters. I'm guessing my dad picked that one out on purpose. It got us both really excited. Both girls also took turns blowing their supposed father and doing every imaginable dirty thing possible with him.
   “Play that part again, Daddy,” I asked, several times. “I love the good parts!”
   I can't remember the name of it, but we ended up watching all the best parts of that particular DVD five or six times.
   “Daddy, he's fucking his own daughters!” I said, every time. “He keeps making them come! It's just so wrong…but fun!”
   He turned and looked back to me on the couch.
   “It's definitely wrong,” he agreed, lying on the floor in front of the TV. He was in his robe, as always, and the tent of his erection was more than obvious. Lately, he'd been trying to hide it less and less. “These amateur-style videos seem much more real than the professional stuff.”
   “I love it,” I admitted. “Just one more time, let's watch it again where his cum goes into his youngest daughter's mouth!”
   I knew my dad was (finally) secretly jacking off, doing it so slowly under his robe that I supposedly couldn't tell. He'd started doing it the weekend before, clearly pulling on his hard dick under there. Apparently he was just too turned on by the whole 'father and daughter watching porn' scenario to control himself.
   On the other hand, he obviously didn't want to just expose himself to his little sweetheart of a kid, even if she was the ultra-slutty-type with a real potty mouth and an obvious willingness to show off her bare cunt.
   Of course, I was in my robe, too, always without panties, sitting cross-legged on the couch behind him. Barefoot, I had one heel pressed directly into my crotch and kept subtly rocking back and forth on it. I was also quietly humming to myself, trying to keep my breathing from getting too outright crazy and shaky.
   “Please, Daddy, let's see the part where they're both sucking his dick just one more time, I promise…”
   “Okay,” my father agreed, backing up the DVD. “But the next video's about a daughter's first gangbang-”
   That got my immediate attention.
   “Stop! Let's see that one right now!” I laughed. “Like, how many guys fuck her?”
   He just shook his head with a laugh.
   “Wait and see,” he told me, a familiar phrase, his way of always teaching me the virtue, I guess, of patience. “On the DVD cover, it looks like a father and about ten of his friends…”
   “Put it in, put it in,” I cried out to him. My meaning could easily be interpreted in a couple of different ways. “Daddy, put it in right now!”
   I did love saying that.
   “Sweetie, try to relax,” he said easily, popping out the last DVD and putting in the new one. “They're just movies, so calm down.”
   “I'm too excited to calm down,” I informed him. “I'm all sweaty and shaky. And I'm all wet, you know…down there.”
   He froze in place a long moment, apparently thinking it over, but then nodded mostly to himself it seemed, instead of me.
   “So…” he said, leaning back on one elbow, ignoring my comment. “Let's see what you can learn from this one…”
   Right. It was all about my continuing education!
   The rocking and the multiple viewings of the incest videos we watched that night, coupled with knowing my dad was pulling on his dick under his robe, kept making me wetter and more crazily excited by the second.
   I'd balled up two pairs of my panties and an old tee-shirt and pressed them underneath my crotch-better my underwear get all sticky than my dad's couch get a huge, darkly soaked wet spot.
   And again, I barely managed to hold back from having a series of orgasms, or even breathing too hard, but it wasn't easy. I was literally sweaty and shaky, my heartbeat already pounding in my ears.
   But, even with all the sneaky little seducing and fantasizing I'd done, and the flagrantly explicit conversations we'd had, I didn't want to seem too weird to my own father. Not yet.
   Not unless I was absolutely certain he wanted me to!
   So, even with all the crackling sexual tension in the room as we watched so-called fathers fuck their so-called daughters, often joined by uncles, cousins, brothers and even moderately close friends, nothing overtly sexual happened between my dad and me. Not then.
   When I finally went to bed alone, it was just the same old feverish masturbation and shaky multiple orgasms.
   Talk about frustrating…

   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!”

   “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!

   I won't lie.
   My father didn't fuck me in the car, not that time, but I did jack him off and suck his cock at the rest stop. Until he ejaculated in my mouth again. And I swallowed almost all of his semen, only a little of it running down my chin.
   And after, because we parked where no one could see us, I braced my hands on the passenger side armrest and stuck my bare ass up in his face so he could lick my pussy from behind. Just to give him a taste of me. He pressed his handsome face right into my hot butt-crack.
   “I love your tongue in my cunt, Daddy!”
   But it made my skinny arms and legs too shaky to stay in that position for long, so I dropped back into the seat and we both used our fingers to make me come one more time before we got back on the road.
   We stopped for cheeseburgers and fries on the way, but ate in the car so I wouldn't have to explain the cum stains on my little yellow sundress. Finally, we got to the motel at a little after ten o'clock that night.
   “This is your own room,” he showed me when we got there. It was a simple, moderately priced motel with my room connected to his. “You can close the door when you need privacy.”
   Our rooms were the same size, both of them clean and nice enough, each with a king-sized bed, matching nightstand and dresser and a chrome clothes rack with plastic hangers attached high on the wall. There was a big TV on the dresser. The bathrooms were all pink tile, the carpets a decent beige with darker accents.
   I could see no reason to ever close the connecting door.
   “It's not that late,” he said. “And I'm taking tomorrow off. Do you want to get some ice cream or something?”
   “I'm still full from dinner,” I said. “And I brought you a present.”
   “Oh, yeah…?”
   “I'll get it.”
   The truth was, I wanted to continue what we'd started in the car so I could keep my father's attention on me and me alone. In my own room, I quickly unpacked my small suitcase, hung up a couple of my things, then traipsed back into his room in just my sandals.
   “Sweetie, Jesus Christ!” my dad blurted. “You're naked.”
   “There's cum all over my new dress,” I said, reasonably. “And here's what I brought-it's more for me than for you, but I thought you'd like it.”
   And I held out a small vibrator.
   It was about 5” long, all pink and shaped like a penis. It had the speed control on the back. I'd put in two new AA batteries before I left home, making sure it wouldn't die on me during my trip.
   “Maureen got it for me,” I told him. “Listen to it.”
   As he watched, I turned it on using the circular dial on the end, the thing humming softly at first but then getting louder as I turned up the speed.
   “My God!” he shook his head. “You're definitely a lot more grown-up than I ever thought.”
   All he could do was stare at me, my own father, checking out his precious little 9-year-old daughter, naked, flat-chested still and without a single hair on her sweetly-delicious pussy, but holding up her very first vibrator.
   “Do you want to watch me use it?' I asked coyly. “Maureen sticks it up my asshole when she licks my pussy…she makes me come so hard!”
 

*****

 
   Needless to say, he did want to watch me and, in fact, I was soon spread-eagle on his big bed with the covers thrown off, my father naked as well and very seriously licking, kissing and sucking at my swollen little cunt.
   “You're going to make me come real fast,” I was already panting. “Ohhh, I'm almost there, I'm almost there! Uhhhh! Daddy, God, I love it!”
   I had my bare thighs spread wide, my slender legs trembling uncontrollably as he directed his attention to my miniscule clit, sucking wetly at it. My vibrator was humming away in my ass, right where he'd gently inserted about half the length of it into my butthole. The vibrations flowed throughout my entire crotch, driving me into a world of unimaginably intense pleasure.
   I knew his cock was so hard it was ready to burst, but he preferred to first just concentrate on making me come instead, so we both ignored it.
   “You can fuck me, Daddy,” I said, for the fifteenth time, as he kept sucking at the top of my pussy. “I want you to!”
   “Courtney, damn it, you're still too young!”
   “I'm coming!” I gasped, and so I was, shuddering and squirming nakedly with the spasms of relief coursing throughout me. The combination of my own dad's mouth on my clit and the vibrator up my butt brought me to the very brink of unspeakable pleasure. “You're killing me, it's so fucking good! Keep sucking my cunt, Daddy, suck it harder!”
   My skinny little body was twisting and jerking like mad, my sweaty back arching and my heels digging in. Hanging onto the bottom of the wall-mounted headboard with both hands, I was feverishly fucking my father's face with my crotch.
   And so on like that, me, my dad and my little pink vibrator.
 

****

 
   “If you won't fuck me,” I said with a sudden, sly little smile, “I'll do it with one of Maureen's boyfriends!”
   My dad gave me a particularly sharp look.
   “Sweetie, that's not funny!”
   I gave him back a little shrug.
   “I'm just kidding…maybe.”
   We were both naked on his big bed, him on his back with his hard dick standing straight up, me sitting beside him with my bare legs tucked under me. I had my small hand wrapped around his throbbing tent-pole (he thought it was funny to call it that), the round head of it swollen and huge. Every few seconds, I'd give the thick shaft a little squeeze to keep his attention where it belonged: on me.
   He'd given me several writhing orgasms with his tongue in my cunt and my vibrator up my butt, and now wanted me to give him similar oral relief in return.
   “I thought you loved sucking my dick,” he said somberly. “I still can't believe I even let you do that…”
   “Twice,” I pointed out. “In the car. And I let you shoot your cum right into my mouth both times, remember?”
   “I'll never forget it,” he admitted. “The first time my sweet little doll sucked me off-that'd be quite a memory for any father.”
   “And I want my first memory of fucking to be you,” I said, a little sternly. “Let's just try it. Please, Daddy?”
   I then raised up slightly and, while he was considering what I'd said, surprised him by swinging a skinny leg across his hips so that I was suddenly straddling him. Facing him, his thick cock still in my hand, I pressed just the throbbing tip of it against my slippery wet pussy, letting him experience exactly what he'd be missing if he still refused.
   “Daddy, feel how wet I am!” I smiled wickedly. “My little-girl pussy really wants you-inside of me!”
   “Damn it, Courtney,” he looked up to me. “This is a big mistake…”
   But he didn't throw me off, just watched as I canted my bare ass, my knees digging into the bed on either side of him, then pressed myself downward. I immediately felt my slick and swollen cunt-lips part wetly against the bulbous head of his cock.
   I could suddenly feel the tip of it throbbing wildly against my clit!
   “It feels really great, doesn't it?” I wanted to know. “And, whether it's tonight or five years from now, we're going to fuck, so why not right now?”
   That sounded pretty damn logical to me, and apparently it made some sense to him, for he nodded finally and rested his hands on the tops of my slender bare thighs. “This is insane, but it feels too damn good to stop,” he told me. “But my dick's too big for a little girl like you…”
   “We'll see,” I smiled. “My gymnastic classes last year sort of…opened me up down there. My pussy. Of the whole class, I always did the most perfect splits!”
   “That did it, huh?” he seemed to not believe me. “Gymnastics?”
   “And the horseback riding lessons you paid for,” I mentioned. “Bouncing in the saddle made me come all the time-all us girls did.”
   “I never knew that-”
   I gave him a look.
   “What little kid's going to tell her father she comes like that?” I asked wisely. “Only a daughter naked in a motel room trying to get fucked by her own dad would probably even mention it.”
   “True enough…”
   “Also…” and here I took a big breath before going on, “I've been fucking myself with bananas and small cucumbers and hot dogs-”
   “I'll be damned,” he cut me off. “You are a little sex fiend!”
   I just gave him one of my dirty little smiles-my father did understand me!
   With the smoothly firm head of his cock pressed into my clit, the pulsing underside of it was pressed tightly into the slick warmth of my entire slit. I pulled back slightly, feeling his cock move just enough so the tip of it was suddenly aimed directly into the wet passageway of my cunt.
   Then, watching his face with another dirty little smile, I pressed myself down slightly, let up a quick moment to reposition myself, and pressed down again. Then I felt the hot, slippery inside of my cunt give just enough to make my dad suddenly moan at the sensation.
   With both of my small hands on his chest, I smiled down at him.
   “Now do you want to fuck me, Daddy?”
   “You're like a little furnace in there,” he answered. “Inside your pussy.”
   So I started moving my skinny hips up and down, and around and around, working my very tight but exceptionally wet 9-year-old cunt against the swollen head of his rigid cock. I genuinely wanted for all the world to get it up into me.
   “It'll go in,” I promised. “Just be patient…and I don't need the whole thing inside-just enough so we can fuck.”
   “Goddamn, I love your little pussy,” he said once, and then about a hundred times, throughout that entire night. “It's so slippery and tight and perfect!”
   “And your cock's so big,” I said shakily. “But it'll fit sooner or later.”
   My father just laughed. “Yeah, probably when you're about 16 years old!”
   “Way sooner,” I disagreed.
   With my hands still on his chest, I scooted forward slightly and started rocking back and forth, in a humping motion, repeatedly pressing the slick entrance of my pussy onto the smooth tip of his slippery cock.
   “Oh, my God!” he gasped. “You're such a hot little slut!”
   And soon, even though his cock seemed to go no further into my cunt than when we'd started, I discovered I was pressing myself onto his extremely rigid erection increasingly faster, actually fucking myself on just the very thick tip of it.
   “I can come like this,” I groaned. “It's feeling so good…”
   And, because my clit's little covering at the top was being pulled at so relentlessly by my dad's cock during my on-going attempts at penetration, I was driving myself into a total sexual frenzy!
   “It's really feeling good,” I panted. “My entire cunt's throbbing like crazy!”
   The sensation was so exciting, in fact, I could barely breathe.
   And I started twisting my slim hips with each downward thrust, like I'd seen Maureen sometimes do when she was fucking on top, trying to make my oily-wet cunt feel even better for my dad. I soon realized I was finally 'doing it' with him!
   “Is this fucking?” I asked. “Real fucking?”
   “Almost,” he groaned himself. “Goddamn, just keep at it, sweetie.”
   “Do I fuck as good as Maureen did?” I wanted to know, breathlessly. “And do you love my pussy? Tell me!”
   “Of course, I love you're pussy!” he told me. “You're like a little snake, the way you work it!”
   It sounded like he did love it, so I kept twisting my slick-lipped pussy down onto the head of his cock, my skinny thighs straining, my entire body sweaty and trembling uncontrollably on top of him.
   My legs were all shaky by then, the nonstop oily wetness of my cunt sluicing out with each of my quickening thrusts.
   When we'd started, my dad merely laid there, lightly griping my bare thighs on both sides, but otherwise letting me do all the work. But, as he began to enjoy it (reluctantly at first, I think), he'd slid his hands around my hips until he was tightly squeezing both sweaty cheeks of my ass!
   A second later, he slid a finger up my taut asshole, which he knew I loved. And with that, he finally started to gently push his hard cock up into me each time I thrust downward.
   Finally, after much incredibly pleasurable effort, I felt the large head of his stiff penis begin to slide into my slippery tight hole, my cunt actually opening just enough from our relentless motion (which was making me insane!) to let him partly into me.
   Like about one inch of the thick shaft itself!
   “It's starting to go in,” I panted.
   “Your cunt's so tight,” my dad breathed, suddenly pushing up, gently but with several slightly stronger thrusts, so his dick actually slipped into me still another fraction of an inch. “Damn, you're so wet, too!”
   “Daddy, we're fucking!”
   “Keep pressing down with your pussy like that,” he advised. “And use your fingers to make yourself come. Damn, my dick's so hard, it's going to explode!”
   I was going crazy, squirming and panting and rubbing my clit with a finger, then two fingers, and finally I was masturbating with three slippery fingertips until I was so close I could taste that weird metallic taste I get in my mouth just before I start climaxing.
   Then my dad reached over and found my little pink vibrator, which he quickly handed to me.
   “Use this on your clit,” he panted. “I can't hold back any longer!”
   And he was right. His jerking cock exploded into me with his huge load of semen, before he even finished the sentence! He came real fast, all right, the entire throbbing head and the next thick inch or so of his cock jerking wildly in my hairless slit as his cum poured into me.
   I managed to get my vibrator turned on to full speed, pushing the tip of it into my clit just as my own orgasm burst within me. It made me press my cunt down onto his cock even harder, my action making my pussy slip down another shuddering inch.
   His hot cum had pumped up into me like a fire hose, the perverted sensation thrilling to say the least.
   “Daddy, you came so much again!” I gasped, still fucking him hard and fast. “And I'm coming, too! Ohhhh God, my cunt's gushing wet! Ohhh, it's so good!! Keep fucking me, keep fucking me! Don't stop!”
   “You're such a dirty little slut!” he breathed, his cock jerking one last time. “I love you so much!”
   “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” I urged. “Don't stop, not yet! Keep pushing your big dick up into me! Uhhh Uhhhh Uhhhhhh!”
   And by the time we stopped, we were both shaking, exhausted and entirely out of breath.
   “Jesus Christ!” he laughed, his cum a wet, sticky river flowing back down from my cunt to coat his hairy balls. “What a mess.”
   “I'll lick up all the mess,” I promised. “If we can try fucking again.”
   Of course, we did keep trying to fuck that week, every spare moment he had, to get it right, to get his cock farther into me.
   But it wasn't until early Saturday morning, just before I had to go back to the airport, that my dad at last got his cock all the way into me, encased so wetly and deeply I could feel every thick inch of it throbbing tightly within my trembling little cunt.
   After that, of course, we couldn't get enough of each other, so my father called the airline and changed my flight to Sunday night.
   Instead of going out to eat, we just ordered in pizza and fried chicken and submarine sandwiches whenever we got hungry and fucked all weekend.
   Talk about your golden childhood memories.

   I'll admit here, also, that as a young-looking 29-year-old mom, more like a girl in many ways than a woman, actually, I'm still sexually attracted to very young sex partners.
   I don't know if that makes me a female sex pervert or not (like that hot blonde teacher in Tampa, now infamous, who got arrested for fucking her students), but I refuse to go into details about it with my therapist. As far as she knows, I'm simply a horny female with an over-stimulated vagina and clitoris who can't stop having sex with everyone or anyone. But my attraction to incest, or to the very young, is something I'd rather not bring into my weekly fifty-minute sessions.
   Part of the reason, I think, is that I don't want to stop doing it.
   For instance, some nights I pick a busy video arcade across town and pretend to look for one of my children. I'm just a regular mom out on her own, asking the kids playing there for help.
   I scrunchie my longish dark hair into a ponytail, wear almost no makeup, put on flimsy, tight cotton shorts, and leave my bra and panties at home. My shorts say Hot Pink on the back. They've been seamed to separate the round cheeks of my firm butt and tightened in front to grip me just right-my pubic mound has a gentle bulge to it, so the clingy shorts show the prominence of my smooth, bikini-waxed pussy to best advantage.
   If you know to look close enough, you can even see the vague outline of the pressed-open lips of my cunt. And when I get wetly lubricated enough, which I do very easily, you can see (and sometimes smell) the dark traces of oily moisture seeping out the fabric at the very bottom, between my legs.
   Anyway, I usually show up at the arcade, then give the kids there quarters for video games, impatiently waiting for my supposed daughter to show up. Not too surprisingly, most boys that age, usually 10- to 12-years-old, love to talk about sex. This is especially true when a good-looking young mom with a perfect ass and noticeably erect nipples comes in worried about her own kid.
   In fact, they love to shock, and so do I, and so we always end up talking about everything. The first time I use the word fuck in front of kids that age, or pussy or tits, or anything close, they go crazy. With one group of three energetic boys I met one night, I ended up standing outside in the dark with them after they offered to help.
   This was a few years ago, when I first started prowling around for underage boys for sex. I don't even remember their names. I do, however, remember every other aspect of that wild and fun night.
   All three boys were skinny, and two were shorter than the 5'6” I stood at. They wore ragged jeans, unlaced tennis shoes and black rock 'n roll tee-shirts. The taller one, who I assumed to be their unofficial leader, looked stronger, more muscular, than the other two young boys.
   Still, as I'd said, not one of them was over 12-years-old.
   “Where is my fucking daughter?” I complained, then smiled apologetically. “Sorry, it's just, she's supposed to be here. I love her to death, but sometimes she's such an irresponsible little cunt.”
   It was obvious they were surprised at my language. It was even more obvious they were covertly staring at my boobs, jiggling under my skimpy halter top with every move I made. By then, my dark pink nipples were sticking right out there.
   “I shouldn't have said fucking,” I told them. “And especially not cunt. You're far too young to hear language like that.”
   But when they protested they weren't too young, not at all, I asked, “Do you kids even know what fucking means?”
   “Of course,” they answered as one. “Fucking means screwing. Humping.”
   “Then I guess you know what a cunt is, too,” I laughed. “So, what do you know about blow jobs..?”
   From there, the talk got even dirtier.
   They loved saying fuck right back to me, or blow job or cunt, as if they said it to grown-ups all the time. Not surprisingly, talking dirty to a scantily dressed sexy young woman got them very excited.
   “We know all about blow jobs,” the larger boy said. “The girls at our school do it all the time.”
   “That young?” I acted amazed. “Are any of them already fucking?”
   That got them thinking. And talking.
   “Kimberly Foyer does,” one of the two smaller boys burst out with. “She's supposed to fuck, just like that!” And he snapped his fingers. “Or Danielle and Heather Miller-they're sisters who'll do anything if you get them wine.”
   I laughed.
   “You mean, both sisters will fuck? Or just suck your dicks?”
   “We heard, they'll do both,” the other smaller boy answered. “They'll do it together, too, for enough wine!”
   “I went to school with girls like that,” I admitted, not yet mentioning I was a girl like that. “So, have any of you boys fucked that Kimberly girl yet?”
   They just shrugged, looking to each other. They were clearly uncertain what to say, or what to claim, in front of each other.
   “We want to,” the larger boy said. “To fuck her.”
   “Have any of you touched her cunt, yet,” I asked. “Or got your hands on her tits or in her pants?”
   Now there was a question headed in the right direction.
   “Not really,” they mumbled, looking away. “Not yet…”
   “Won't she let you?' I asked.
   “Maybe,” was all the answer I received. Then, “We never tried.”
   I just shook my head with a little laugh.
   “If you want to fuck her, you need to spend time with her,” I told them. “Just be nice about it.” I gave them a quick smile. “And, believe me, girls like fucking just as much as boys do.”
   “Yeah…?”
   “We all do,” I went on. “I'm sure Kimberly loves it, too.”
   “Maybe…” was all I heard, half-mumbled again, thinking that one over. “She's real slutty, that's for sure.”
   “We're all real slutty,” I said. “Once you get our pants off…”
   I studied all three of them then, just long enough to make them more nervous. Or at least more excited by our little talk.
   “You're more mature than most kids your age,” I observed. “What're you, in the 4th or 5th grade?”
   “No way!” the larger boy laughed. “The 6th grade!”
   “My daughter's in the 6th grade,” I told them. “She's very mature, too. I caught her with a boy in bed, masturbating him! You know, jacking him off…”
   A simple little lie, but it got their further undivided attention.
   “God, what did you do?”
   I said, “It scared them both, getting caught, so I pretended there was nothing wrong with it. In fact, I made her finish. I didn't want her all weird about sex later…”
   “What!?” the leader gasped. “I don't believe it!”
   I gave him a quick smile.
   “You mean, being weird about sex later?” I asked innocently.
   “No,” he said, clearly agitated by the scenario I'd claimed. “That you'd let your own daughter keep jacking off the guy-”
   “Yeah, you're making it up!” one of the other boys laughed.
   By that time of night, we'd worked our way around to the side of the arcade building so people walking by couldn't hear us, our conversation definitely drifting into the “very private” category. They stood rooted to the spot, all three, not believing me but desperately wanting to.
   I'd become every preteen boy's older slut fantasy.
   “It's true,” I asserted. “She masturbated him until he ejaculated. He came all over her hand and the bedspread. It went everywhere, actually, so she had to clean it all up by herself.”
   This was the most unbelievable thing any of them could imagine. But right away, believable or not, we were discussing this particular sex act, between my daughter and the imaginary boy, as if it'd actually happened.
   It was definitely working for me.
   “So, did you watch her jack him off?” they wanted to know.
   I nodded.
   “I sat on the edge of the bed,” I said. “She'd clearly done it before, I could tell, and she started doing it real fast, with her hand. The boy seemed nervous, but excited, too, with me watching. But she did it until he finished. And, like I said, he came so much she had to clean it up.”
   The three youngsters standing in front of me could barely breathe.
   “She should've used her mouth,” I explained. “It'd be less messy. When I was her age, I always did.” I gave them all a curious look. “Do the girls at your school doing blow jobs swallow it…?”
   This then led to much spirited speculation about blow jobs, the girls at their school who might be sucking or fucking, the boys' own (supposed) sexual adventures, and my personal experiences in the matter.
   It quickly became clear they were all sporting boy-sized boners.
   They kept picking at themselves when they thought I didn't notice, half-turning, adjusting whatever was going on inside their jeans, then quickly turning back so as not to miss out on anything.
   One asked, “You gave boys blow jobs and swallowed the cum?”
   I nodded, then shrugged, as if our filthy talk in the near-dark was perfectly normal, a scantily clad mom discussing sucking and fucking with three horny underage boys who were getting harder by the moment.
   “I was more mature than my daughter,” I told them. “I loved to suck boy's dicks. And once I started real sex, fucking, all I could think about was sex, and how to get more, no matter what!”
   “How old were you when you, like, started fucking?”
   I could tell I was making them crazy, but I shrugged and avoided specifics or the absolute truth, meaning I left out the weird incest part.
   “Real young,” I did admit. “An older man fucked me and fucked me. And the more he fucked me, the more I wanted it. So he brought a friend (my Uncle Randy, by the way) along one time, and they both fucked me…”
   And, as I poured out the dirty details, I absently reached down and gave the crotch of my clingy shorts a quick squeeze, as if doing my own adjusting. Then I pulled on the waistband, taking a long moment to straighten it, until the fabric was even further tightened in my crotch.
   This move also pulled the back of my flimsy shorts up slightly, exposing an indecent slice of my bare ass, the perfectly tanned cheeks of my butt being one of my strongest assets.
   I acted as if I didn't notice.
   “These damn shorts,” I complained. “They've never fit exactly right…”
   “They're perfect,” they rallied as one.
   “Really?” I asked. “Not too…skimpy?”
   “You look great in them,” they all agreed with a nervous laugh or two, their eyes glued to my crotch and the half-exposed cheeks of my ass. “Seriously, and you're so beautiful…”
   “Oh…thanks,” I said. “That's sweet of you.”
   “So, tell us more dirty stuff you did…”
   “With kids my own age, I did the usual,” I continued. “Jacking boys off, doing blow jobs, swallowing their cum, like that. But when I was only in the 5th grade, I let three boys exactly your age screw me on a picnic table. You know, fuck me. They fucked me really good, too! I came real hard…”
   Talk about all of us breathing a little harder at that particular image, an absolutely true one, by the way.
   Picturing it, in fact, the three boys were just about hopping around, one foot to the other. Their 12-year-old cocks were obviously straining for release, so nervous and excited were they.
   I was about to melt, myself, my swollen cunt moments from simply bursting into flame from the heat being generated. Knowing the probable outcome of our sexually-loaded conversation, and stealing glances at the throbbing bulges in their jeans, literally made my legs weak.
   “I wish we'd met you then,” one of them finally had the nerve to say. “Or could meet your young daughter!”
   I gave the boys a provocative look, then glanced around to make sure no bystanders could overhear.
   “Do you know where there's a picnic table?” I asked boldly. “I'll drive.”

   Even though all three young boys were suddenly so nervous they started shaking, they knew of several good places to park, and one spot in particular with a picnic table away from prying eyes.
   At each stop sign, on the short drive over, I leaned over to the apparent leader of the boys-next to me-and kissed him full on the mouth. He returned each kiss with an equal or even greater ardor than my own, his tongue eagerly darting against mine. He was an exceptionally quick learner!
   He also had a hand under my halter top, feverishly squeezing my bare tits, my large nipples so tautly swollen they were about to explode.
   I'll admit here, I was trembling so violently with raging sexual anticipation, I could barely see straight. My heart was pounding away in my chest, the drumbeat in my ears drowning out all other sounds.
   I couldn't wait to get to that picnic table!
   I'd already unzipped the boy's pants, my slender hand wrapped around the 6th-grader's rigidly standing young cock. The pulsing shaft of it jerked at each gentle squeeze of my fingers, the head swollen to almost blood-red.
   I was dying to get it inside of me.
   “You're all so damn cute!” I kept telling the three of them. “Don't be shy…”
   The two shorter boys sat in back, but were leaning all the way forward, reaching up front and around each side of my bucket seat. They kept touching me in every way they could, their small hands exploring between my legs, their fingers sending little shivers of wanton pleasure throughout my entire body.
   It was very dark out, so I'd pushed my damp cotton shorts down around one ankle. I was driving with my bare ass on the seat, my knees spread apart. Naturally, my smoothly waxed cunt was wetly open to them in lewd invitation.
   In fact, it was dripping with a slippery moisture I could very much smell, my butt sitting in a warm oily sheen of it.
   “Keep doing that,” I managed to moan, their fingers from the back seat excitedly groping me, fondling my bare inner thighs, squeezing my crotch and probing into my slick cunt. “You're going to make me come before we even get there!”
   The larger boy next to me then slid his hand away from my firmed-up boobs and down my flat tummy. He went straight into my crotch, causing me to spread my bare thighs still wider. When his eager fingers joined the others, all three boys' fingers excitedly slipping in and out of my cunt, it took everything I had to simply focus on the road.
   “Ohhh God, yes!” I kept panting. “Play with my pussy! Finger me!”
   I was urgently jerking my bare ass on the leather seat as if I was fucking, fervently working my pussy against the motion of the three boys fingerfucking me from all sides. My breath was so ragged I was panting, yet I still managed to continue jacking off the trembling boy next to me with one hand.
   I know, I know, both hands on the wheel, ten o'clock and two o'clock. Well, the hell with that-I was rushing to an all-kid gangbang with everything I had!
   “This is so great!” one of the boys from the back seat said. “My dick's so hard, it almost hurts!”
   “All the better to fuck me with,” I said. “Which will be very soon!”
 

****

 
   The isolated picnic table was behind a closed strip mall. A wooded grove and the mall itself shielded the area from anybody driving by. I parked far off to the side, then took a blanket out of the Volvo wagon and spread it on the rough surface.
   I was wearing sandals, but was naked from the waist down, the night air cool on my wet pussy and bare ass. I'd pushed my halter top up over my firm boobs, the fabric slightly binding them down. My stiffened nipples, distended fully and ultra-sensitive, pointed outward on both sides.
   “I didn't use a blanket when I was younger,” I told them. “It felt too good to stop, while they fucked me, but it hurt my bare ass afterwards.”
   “Did you get splinters in your butt?” one of them asked.
   “No,” I laughed. “But I did get a boy's slippery dick in it, up my asshole. That felt pretty good, too.”
   “God…”
   Still entirely dressed, all three boys stayed close to me, almost on top of me, really, groping me and exploring my mostly-naked body with my every movement. One was sucking at my nipples, one was still fingering my pussy and the larger boy was sticking a finger up my pussy-juice-lubed asshole. He began working it in and out, his finger making me even shakier, especially when he worked a second finger into my butt as well.
   “You can all fuck me in my ass, too,” I let them know. “But I want to suck your cocks first.”
   So I sat down, my legs so shaky with the wanton lust raging through me I could barely stand. I perched my bare ass on the front narrow bench of the picnic table in the near-dark. With a fluid movement, I finally just pulled my halter top off and tossed it aside.
   Which got me a laughing round of applause. These kids were great!
   The three 6th grade boys then stood directly in front of me. I could tell they were still nervous, even after our fun in the car, but I knew that would pass quickly enough when their 12-year-old dicks were warmly and wetly in my mouth, my hot pussy or up my asshole.
   With a dirty little laugh, I unzipped each of them, pushed their jeans and underwear down to their ankles, then stared at the three skinny but rock-hard and visibly twitching cocks staring me in the face.
   In the dim beam of light cast by a nearby streetlamp, I studied this perfect variety of young dicks, each one similar, yet different in subtle ways.
   Surprisingly, it was the smallest boy who had the biggest, at least the thickest, cock before me. It was twisted slightly, a pale white root of standing flesh, and it jumped when my fingers enclosed it.
   “Ohhh,” the boy murmured in response. “Your hand's so warm!”
   Leaving the more muscular boy, the one in the middle, for last, I took the other boy's stranding dick in my other hand, giving it a friendly squeeze as well. It was longer, but skinnier than the other two, with a reddened tip swollen almost to bursting.
   “This is so fucking great!” he exclaimed. “But I'll bet I come too fast!”
   “Your cocks are all beautiful,” I breathed, leaning forward and giving the smooth, swollen heads of each one a quick kiss. “And if you come real fast, it's okay-I'll get you hard again so you can still fuck me.”
   As the three of them crowded in even tighter, I took the stiff cock of the larger boy who stood in the middle into my mouth, sucking it avidly. At the same time, I started jacking off the two outer boys. I could feel the larger boy's rigid shaft pulsing between my lips, the smooth young head of it jerking with each expert flick of my wet tongue.
   And then I went for all three of them at once.
   “I love sucking kid's cocks,” I admitted, pulling the other two boys in even closer to me. They were all so tightly joined, in fact, the unblemished heads of their three cocks were pressed together, with me alternately sucking and licking each one. “My God, I could do this every night!”
   “So could we!” they all laughed.
   They stood in front of me, somewhat shakily, balanced awkwardly with their pants down. In fact, they almost fell over as one until they finally decided to help each other stand, with their skinny arms around each other's waists.
   “I hope nobody sees us!” the smallest boy laughed nervously. “They'd think we were gay!”
   “Wrong,” the largest boy disagreed. “Not with a naked woman in front of us and our cocks in her mouth!”
   True enough.
   Giddy with the sexual excitement coursing through all of us, they then began gently fucking me in the mouth. Their hips moved in rhythm to the motion of my sucking, three hard young cocks sliding against each other between my slippery lips. At least two at a time, and sometimes all three, were always in my mouth.
   And so, when the first of them started to come, whichever one it was (I mean, who could tell?), the jerky motion of that skinny dick next to the other two triggered them off as well, and-my favorite part-all three of their underage cocks suddenly filled my mouth to overflowing with hot young semen!
   “Oh, my God!” they groaned in unison, shuddering with waves of pleasure so intense it was a miracle they remained standing. “Keep sucking! Nothing ever felt this good before!”
   Or pretty much like that, from what I remember.
   All three were groaning and panting and complimenting me on a job well done as their tight young balls shot multiple streams of cum straight down my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could, but the ropy excess ran down my chin and over my fingers, much of it landing on my bare tits as my mouth and hands worked quickly to extract every last drop.
   “Wow!” I had to laugh, finally, sitting back. “You guys came so much!”
   Drained, literally, all three skinny boys stumbled past me and over me to join me on the bench, their jeans still tangled around their ankles. They were all breathing hard, clearly still excited yet more passive than before they'd shot off-big time!-into my eager mouth.
   “That was unreal!” one of them croaked. “Way better than jerking off!”
   “Hell, yes!” the largest boy said. “That was the best…thank you, thank you!”
   I nodded sweetly, my face, my fingers, my bare tits and even my dark hair beaded with their cum. True to my slutty ways, I slowly licked my fingers clean, watching them watch me with bright eyes.
   “There's still more fun,” I smiled. I spread my bare thighs so that my slick cunt opened into a glistening pink slash. “When you're hard again, I'll show you everything you'll need to know about fucking.”
   They looked to each other a moment, then suddenly erupted into laughs. “All right!” they echoed. But then, “Hey, what about your little daughter, out at the arcades alone somewhere?”
   Uh oh. I'd almost forgotten the story I made up.
   “She'll be fine,” I promised. “In fact, I'll bet she's already safe at home by now.”

   The bigger 12-year-old boy was the first to climb on top of me.
   The delicious sensation of his stiff-again young cock, slipping all the way into my pussy that first time, inch by pulsing hot inch, made me shudder uncontrollably with pleasure. Exactly the way all first-time fucks do to me. Anyway, I love a big cock as much as the next girl, but there's something about an extremely young cock, regardless of size, that gets me super-wet and always makes me come super-fast!
   When he actually started fucking me (after we took a few breathy moments getting him cradled comfortably between my bare inner thighs), the other two kids suddenly got so nervous they kept running off to pee in the bushes.
   “I can hear you,” I laughed. “Pissing, I mean.”
   Of course, they kept coming back to watch. And wait their turns.
   I was bare-assed naked on my back on the blanket on the picnic table, in the tried-and-true missionary position. The boy on top of me plunged his rigid cock into my pussy with great thrusts that nearly took my breath away, his inexperience more than made up for by his enthusiasm and youthful energy.
   “You're fucking me so good!” I groaned without exaggeration. “Now grab my ass and squeeze it!”
   The rapid thrusts of his hips sent his pubic bone repeatedly banging into my fully engorged little clit, deliciously pressing it, each intense jolt sending star bursts of overwhelming pleasure radiating outward from my cunt. His rampant pumping was making even my bare toes clench and unclench on the blanket!
   Now that's what I called good fucking!
   “Ohhh God, you're killing me!” I panted, squirming below him. “Come on, squeeze my ass! Squeeze it hard!”
   He nodded, a half-smile finally on his lips, his hairless chest pressed to my solid breasts. His hands groped for and easily found my squirming bare ass. When he started squeezing my rubbery cheeks, first gently and then increasingly harder, it even further excited me.
   I urged him on with my hot sweaty thighs, bucking under him so that we were fucking harder and faster with each of his shuddering strokes.
   “You're a great fuck!” I told him. “Fuck me, fuck me harder! And stick your fingers into my asshole!”
   I started kissing him again, French kissing him deeply as we fucked, and if he remembered, or cared, that I'd recently swallowed several mouthfuls of cum, he paid it no mind. He kissed me back passionately, driving his rigid dick yet harder and deeper into me.
   When a finger from each of his hands finally slid into my puckered asshole, probing into the moist heat of my butt, I jerked as if I'd received an electric shock, my pussy tightening in response around his pistoning cock.
   “Your cunt's grabbing at my dick!” he thrilled to it. “Jesus, I love it!”
   “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” I panted hotly into his ear. “I love your cock, I love it! More, fuck me more, more, more!”
   The two boys standing near, watching us screw on the picnic table (and apparently peed out for the moment), were genuinely entranced. They both had their jeans off and stood there in only their black tee-shirts and unlaced tennis shoes, each boyish cock held tightly in a small hand, each stiff as a board again.
   “Get closer, you two,” I told them. “Take a good look, because you're next!”
   “Really?” the smallest boy with the thickest dick said. He was very polite, extremely so, now that I remember it. “We weren't sure you'd want an audience…”
   “You're not an audience,” I said shakily. “You're a gangbang!”
   They looked to one another for a moment, then laughed nervously and stepped in closer. Even in the near-darkness of the street light, I could tell they were staring at the sloppy-wet juncture of their friend's cock and my overly-slick cunt.
   “Oh, God, I'm getting fucked so good here!” I groaned, my hips jerking against the motion of the 12-year-old's cock inside of me. “I'm loving it! Uhhhh! Yes, yes, yes! Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhh!”
   “Your cunt's sucking me off!” the boy on top of me moaned. “God, I want to fuck you all night!”
   And then, suddenly, I had a great idea.
   “Let's change position,” I panted. “Me on top!”
   “Okay,” he agreed quickly enough, clearly open for anything.
   As soon as he pulled out of my pussy, I got out of the way and made him lie on his back on the blanket, his cock-slippery with my juices-remaining at stiff attention.
   While the smaller two boys continued to watch, I straddled his hips on the picnic table, a knee on each side and with my hands on his young chest. Then I sat down fully on his dick, taking it again slowly-but deeply-into my wet cunt.
   “That feels so fucking good!” the boy breathed. “I'm way up inside you!”
   I gave him a little squeeze on the dick with my cunt muscles, what we used to call 'snapping turtle pussy' when we were still in school. His expression registered the sudden pleasure that my wetly gripping cunt gave him, the slippery hold I had on his cock much like an actual snapping turtle.
   But in a good way, of course.
   “Ohhh God,” he moaned. “Your cunt's unbelievable!”
   “Thanks, you little sweetie,” I smiled. “But it's about to get even better.”
   Leaning forward onto the boy I was straddling, so my bare tits were pressed into his chest and my sweaty butt was slightly perched in the air, I loudly slapped the right cheek of my bare ass.
   The unexpected smacking sound made the two smaller boys watching literally jump with surprise.
   I motioned them both forward, so that they were on each side of me. I kissed each of the smaller 6th grade boys full on the lips, darting my hot tongue into their mouths for extra measure. They kissed me back with a slight awkwardness, but I went back and forth to each of them until they were kissing my mouth with the best of them.
   Before too long, I was starting to be fucked from underneath by the largest boy all over again.
   “Now spank my bare ass!” I told the other two. “Spank it really hard, while your friend's fucking me-it'll make me come really good!”
   “Won't it hurt?” the polite boy asked.
   I smiled at him. “I love it and it'll be fun, I promise.”
   And with that, I started fucking the boy beneath me for real, riding him like I was in the saddle, while the other two boys-after another moment of coaxing-stood to each side and just behind us and spanked the hell out of my bare squirming ass.
   “I love it, I love it!” I moaned at each stinging slap of their small hands. “Harder, spank my bare ass harder!”
   And I did love it, their wild enthusiasm at this surprise task clearly leaving hand-print-sized red welts all over my perfect ass!
   “Spank me, spank me, spank me!” I encouraged them. “Don't stop, don't stop!”
   The added sensation of two little 6th-graders vigorously smacking my wiggling bare ass as hard as they could, while another 6th-grader fucked me relentlessly from underneath, brought me almost immediately to a pussy-spasming orgasm.
   “I'm coming!” I gasped, shaking all over. “Keep fucking me, hard, harder, even harder!”
   With a trembling groan, the boy under me thrust his cock even deeper up into my cunt, his bare ass coming up off the blanket as he fucked me from beneath, bucking up into me. I could suddenly feel his twitching cock letting loose with everything he had, his cum shooting up into me as he groaned and panted and shuddered through his own orgasm.
   “Don't stop, don't stop!” I pleaded. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
   All this was going on while the two other boys went crazy spanking me, their excitement at a fever pitch as they slapped by bare ass with sharply stinging blows that made my orgasm all that much more delicious.
   “I'm coming so hard!” I groaned. “It's so fucking good! Spank my ass! Don't stop, don't stop!”
   And they didn't stop until I'd come so hard and so long I was wrung out like a damp washcloth. I finally sprawled forward on the boy beneath me, panting for breath, the heat between our naked bodies at a fever pitch still.
   Of course, wrung out or not, I was ready for even more fucking.
   “Next,” I managed to moan.
   The two smaller boys then got a turn at me, their excitement at the prospect of actually fucking me making them stammer and shake. The larger boy, his cock momentarily drained, sat on the bench, watching patiently.
   “Do I just put it in?” the boy with the skinnier cock asked me. “Just stick it in your butthole?”
   “Right up my ass,” I told him.
   I was still on the picnic table and the small boy with the thickest cock had taken the place of the larger boy. He was lying under me, flat on his back, his rigid cock fully in my cunt. His breathing was already ragged even before we started. My slippery cunt-hole gripped him like a hand that didn't want to let go, my bare ass again canted slightly up in lewd invitation.
   But instead of a spanking this time I wanted the other boy to fuck me in my hot little asshole at the same time. This was a favorite of mine since those early gangbangs I did with my father at those incest swinger parties. I felt the boy behind me eagerly spread the rubbery cheeks of my butt apart, a curious finger entering me first, probing deeply into my asshole.
   “Ummm, that feels good,” I murmured. “Now put in your dick!”
   A moment later the warm head of the small 6th-grader's skinny cock pressed against my puckered asshole, the tight opening before him throbbing open immediately at the delicious sensation.
   “It's going in!” the boy kneeling behind me announced as the head of his stiff cock slipped into the tight ring of my slippery anus, disappearing. “God, it's so tight in your butt!”
   “Push it all the way in,” I breathed. “All the way! And then fuck me in the ass fast and hard!”
   It took no more encouragement than that.
   Both boys started fucking me with thrusts bordering on violence, the boy under me bucking up from the picnic table with all the strength his young hips and legs could produce. His throbbing dick stabbed into the slick center of my cunt relentlessly.
   Behind me, gripping my wriggling bare hips for dear life, the other boy fucked me straight up my hot asshole, my slippery rectum sucking at his rigid cock wetly with every stroke he pounded into me.
   “I'm coming so fast!” I announced, my pussy and my asshole spasming into a gripping suction that clamped down on both youngster's cocks. “Uhhhhh! Uhhh! Oh, God, it's so good, like my crotch is on fire! Ohhhhh!”
   My orgasm triggered both of theirs, their twitching young cocks jerking even more wildly, shooting out streams of hot young semen that poured into me, front and back. My entire body was shaking uncontrollably with the sensation.
   “I can feel your cocks throbbing your cum into me!” I groaned. “Don't stop, don't stop!”
   “Your sweet cunt's so hot!” the boy on the bottom told me. “It's so tight!”
   “Her asshole's even tighter!” the other boy guessed correctly. “I'm coming like crazy in her butt!”
   Barely able to breathe, I squirmed between the two boys, my cunt and my asshole pulsating through the first of multiple orgasms, their thrusting taking me to that place where unbridled pleasure is all that exists.
   All three of us shuddered and groaned until we were slumped together in a pile of sweaty, naked flesh. Our breathing still ragged, I turned my head to the side and managed to say to the larger boy who'd been sitting there watching:
   “It's your turn again…”

   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!

   We all changed places in the Volvo after that.
   The little blonde girl slid into the front passenger seat and I sat in front of her, cross-legged on the floor. I still wore my blouse, unbuttoned, with my bare tits sticking out. But I was naked from the waist down.
   We'd pushed the seat all the way back so I'd have room to move around a little. The skinny younger brother joined his older brother in back and they watched us from over and between the bucket seats. I knew they were both naked from the waist down, too, and that both of their young cocks were standing rigidly upright.
   Hopefully, watching, they'd learn the proper way to lick a little girl's cunt.
   The cute-as-a-bug 4th-grader already had her micro-shorts and underpants off. She spread her slender legs apart for me, her bare inner thighs damp and silky smooth. Her knees were as wide open as they could go. Even in the dim light, I could see straight into her tight little slit, the pink insides of her hairless young twat filled with her excess moisture.
   She was smiling down at me with obvious anticipation.
   She had one of the sweetest-looking little cunts I'd ever seen. In fact, just looking into it was taking my breath away. There went my heartbeat again! And my own cunt was so wet I was making a giant wet-spot on the front seat carpet.
   “I love getting licked,” she told me softly. “Whenever my big sister comes over and nobody's home, we still get naked and eat each other out. Sometimes, we do more than that-”
   “Like what?” I had to know.
   She shrugged her narrow shoulders. “She ordered this little strap-on dildo for me and I fuck her real hard with it. It makes us both come.”
   “My God,” I breathed, even shakier at the thought. “Does her husband know?”
   “Never!” she laughed. “I'm sure he'd go crazy if he found out!”
   I gave her a little look.
   “Maybe you'd both be surprised,” I suggested. “Maybe he'd want to join your sister and you.”
   She gave out with a little shiver at the thought.
   “It's not worth finding out,” she said. “He's an idiot who doesn't know what he's missing. Anyway, here's my good parts…”
   While I watched, she reached down with her slim fingers and gently spread the perfect outer lips of her 10-year-old cunt apart for me, the fleshy pink hood covering the little jewel of her clitoris readily apparent. With a soft little laugh, she pulled back the slippery lips at the very top of her cunt for me as well. This caused the tiny pearl of her clit to rise into my view from under its highly sensitive covering.
   “What a sweet-looking clit!” I marveled, then glanced at the two youngsters watching us intently from the back. Their young faces were both flushed and wildly excited. “Pay attention, boys, they'll be a test. An oral test.”
   “We're watching!” they laughed. “And you said we could fuck you right after, so don't forget!”
   “You'll be fucking me soon enough,” I promised.
   At that, the tiny girl before me gave an impatient little sound, and then pointed to her wide-open cunt.
   “Make me come,” she said. She touched her little-girl clitoris with a fingertip, caught her breath in her throat for just a moment, then began gently but firmly rubbing it as we all watched. “Suck it, lick it, kiss it, whatever! Just please make me come with your mouth-”
   I smiled up at her, then slid my hands under the firm little cheeks of her bare ass. I squeezed her small butt gently, loving the rubbery warmness of it, then pulled her slightly towards me.
   She knew what to do, all right-she brought her bare feet up and braced them on the front edge of the seat, so that her skinny knees were up and apart. Her smoothly-hairless cunt and tiny puckered asshole were right in my face.
   “You've had your pussy licked in a car before,” I said. “Haven't you?”
   “My older sister,” she said. “We park and take turns doing it to each other. And if we can't lick pussies, we fingerfuck each other.”
   “Does she know about your two little boyfriends here?”
   “Sure,” she said. “I tell her everything. She wants all four of us to go somewhere and fuck, but we haven't worked it out yet.”
   “Yeah!” the older boy said. “We can't wait…”
   The other boy added, to me, “But we get to fuck you first, tonight!”
   “Right.”
   I gave all three of them a long look.
   “Maybe we can have a party at my house sometime,” I suggested. “I'd love to meet your sister. And eat your sister.”
   The sweet little girl gave me a very wide smile at that idea.
   “That'd be great!” she said. “I'll tell her.”
   I then leaned forward and gave her sweet clit a quick kiss, making her shiver with another big smile. With a long drawn-out sigh, she gripped each side of the seat with her small hands and closed her eyes, her expression making it clear I could do anything I wanted to her.
   I kissed her clit again, flicking my wet tongue-tip across it as well, and she moaned softly, trembling as I fastened my mouth to her cunt and began wetly sucking and licking it all over.
   Giving oral sex to a cute little 4th-grader excited me insanely, my heartbeat pounding away, my entire body trembling with rampant lust. The very idea of it, the sick weirdness of it, I guess, made me crazy.
   “You have the sweetest cunt!” I kept telling her. “I love it, I love it!”
   “Ohhh, yes,” she moaned, pushing her cunt into my mouth. “Kiss it, suck it, lick it! It feels so good! Uhhh! Uhhh!”
   I was already in a frenzy, licking the length of her slippery 10-year-old cunt, up and down and back and forth, tonguing my way into it and then dipping down now and then to lick her little asshole, too. She jerked slightly with a little gasp each time my tongue found her tight anus, but soon began working her narrow hips back and forth, pushing her wide-open crotch against my face as I ate her.
   “I'm really close!” she panted. “I'm gonna come!”
   With that, I concentrated on her tiny pulsing clit, sucking it wetly as my tongue flicked across it repeatedly. I slid my finger between the cheeks of her small ass, just touching at her asshole without poking into it, and she jerked slightly. She was afraid, maybe, that I'd hurt her as much as the boy who'd tried sticking his dick up her ass.
   “Ohhhh God!” she moaned, her pussy so wet I was about drowning in it. “You're making me come! Ohhh! Ohh! Yes, yes, yes!”
   So slowly that she didn't resist, I pushed a fingertip into her slippery anus, feeling it twitch at my intrusion. Then, still slowly, I worked my finger completely into her hot asshole as she climaxed full-out, her gasping pleasure racking her tiny body with tremors that shook her from head to toe.
   “I'm still coming!” she rasped, frantically pushing her cunt into my face. “Keep sucking my clit! Suck it! Uhhh! Uhh! God, I love it so much!”
   Even from where I sat with my entire face pressed into the little grade-schooler's crotch, I could tell the two boys watching us were frantically jacking off, their breathing so ragged with obscene excitement it was obvious they were both moments from shooting off.
   “Get up here in front,” I commanded. “So she can suck your cocks!
   It took only those few words to galvanize them into clamoring over, landing in a jumble of skinny naked limbs in the driver's seat. The younger brother managed to half-stand, half-kneel, first on and then across the consol, to get his hard dick into the little girl's mouth just as he ejaculated. Leaning towards him, she sucked wetly at him, his slender cock jerking. Even with most of his semen shooting down her throat, the excess immediately overflowed, shiny strands of it running down her young chin.
   “Wow, I'm coming like crazy!” he groaned. “Ohhh God!”
   The older boy, who I hadn't had the pleasure of spending any time with yet, could not reach me though his kid brother and the configuration of the consol. He remained half-kneeling in the driver's seat, leaning towards me but wedged in by his bare-assed brother on one side and the steering wheel on the other. His hand, though, managed to reach over and find one of my bare breasts and he squeezed it, sending a quick thrill through me.
   “I can't hold back,” he apologized, the instant his fingers closed around one of my hardened nipples. “I can't!”
   And with his other hand working furiously on his own dick, he finished jacking off in my direction, his thin cock spurting a long stream of cum straight across the consol. This was followed by several more jerking ribbons of semen that made a huge mess, the sticky strands of it landing on his brother's legs, my bare tits, the skinny little girl's slim hips and her left thigh, and only the slightest spatter of it actually reaching my face.
   “Sorry,” he said contritely. “I couldn't stop it.”
   I just shook my head with a laugh.
   “You almost came in my mouth,” I said. I wiped a dab of his cum off one boob, then licked it off my finger. “Next time, we'll do it right.”
   Panting to catch her breath after the orgasm I'd just given her, the sweaty little girl gave me a look that said we weren't finished yet. Not by a long shot. Her eyes were still glazed with sexual need, her slight body still trembling with the urgent energy of youth. It was clear she still very much wanted to keep at it!
   “Let's change places,” she told me. “I'll get down there and lick your cunt. That's only fair. And I'm sticking my finger up your asshole, too, when you come.”
   I nodded agreement.
   “Fair is fair…” I smiled. “And, if you and your big sister and these two little cum machines can get away for a party at my house, I'll introduce you to my own two children.”
   The little girl I'd just made come with my tongue and fingers gave me a long confused look.
   “Are you thinking we'd have a play-date?” she asked, growing even more confused as she thought it out. “Like a real play-date, with your kids?”
   I had to be honest with her.
   “More like a fuck-date,” I said. “An orgy, actually. And, oh yeah, we have a very friendly dog, so expect to see some interesting stuff.”
   With all of us naked from the waist down, the three kids could only stare, the three of them wedged into the front seat with me. It was an extremely intimate moment, I'd say, the smell of highly-aroused pussy and very young cum still heavy in the air.
   “A friendly dog, huh..?” the tiny girl mused, then smiled. “Now I know my big sister will want to come!”

   Oh, yeah, I guess I forgot to mention our sweetheart of a dog back home.
   That's also an area my therapist will never hear about, nights of sexual frenzy with a big overly-friendly Alaskan Malamute. His name is Sampson. A mixture of gray, sable and the purest white, he's as gentle as can be. He was a divorce gift from my father to help me through those 'lonely nights' after I was on my own. And, yes, that big dog definitely helped me, in many, many ways.
   I'll get into that later.
   Anyway, for years the single most arousing memory of my life was the very first time my father's big stiff cock was entirely encased in my slippery little cunt, in that no-name Georgia motel.
   And whenever I masturbated or fucked myself after that, for years, I always went right back to reliving that very night.
   Now, however, the two most exciting experiences of my life are the first time I had sex with my own son (first sucking his hard cock and then teaching him to fuck me) and, of course, the first time I went down on my daughter, on her 10th birthday, licking and kissing and sucking her sweet little cunt until she had one jarring, toes-spreading orgasm after another.
   When James, back when he was 10-years-old also, filled my mouth for the first time with his sweet young cum (the clear fluid shooting against my tongue, while his pencil-thin cock jerked out its liquid load from his small balls), I came so hard fingerfucking myself I almost passed out in our car.
   That's right, the car, our last Volvo-because I love doing dirty things in a car. Any car. It just seemed so dirty to me, and dirty is always more fun. The station wagon was parked in our garage, engine off, the garage door closed. Our just-bought groceries were still in the back, because I was too sexually aroused at the time to even wait until we got inside the house.
   I wanted his little cock and I wanted it right then!
   “Mom!” he said, after, his bright eyes wide with surprise. “You made me pee in your mouth!”
   As soon as I'd pulled into the garage, shut off the car and closed the door using the remote, I'd leaned over and used my hand through his pants to give my son a rock-hard erection. He didn't say a word, just watched me in surprise. I'd then shakily unzipped him, fished out his stiffly standing dick and sucked it while he was still seat-belted in. At the same time, I'd undone my jeans, pushed my hand down into my damp panties, and-like I said-feverishly fingerfucked myself until I came.
   When he ejaculated into my mouth (the trigger for my own orgasm!), I swallowed his cum eagerly, then licked his cock clean. My perverted excitement kept me sucking and licking at it even after it began to soften against my tongue.
   Of course, afterwards I was still trembling with the burning need for much more sex with the boy!
   “You made my pee feel so good!”
   “It wasn't pee, honey,” I said. “James, do you know what fucking is?”
   He shook his head. “No, but I know the word.”
   “Let's get the groceries into the house,” I said. “And I'll teach you something that feels really good.”
   “In my penis?”
   “Exactly,” I told him. “And in my pussy.”

   Nothing is sicker than incest, I guess, but that's why it gets me so worked up.
   I've been having sex with my son James for two years now. At 12-years-old, he can fuck me several times a night, if I let him stay up. And if I crawl into bed with my daughter, Lucy, still just 10, she immediately pushes down her pj's and spreads her skinny legs so I can lick her juicy little twat.
   “I want to lick yours, too,” she recently started telling me. “Your cunt!”
   Of course, I let her. And her older brother licks her juicy little twat now, too.
   Much like me when I was much younger, Lucy looks like an innocent little angel, but she has multiple orgasms easily and often. It's all our own dirty little family secret. And she's become an extremely talented little cunt-licker herself. She can get me off with her mouth in record time.
   And, yes, my dad's in on all of it, too, whenever he comes by. Sick, huh?
   Anyway, as I've already said, I'm currently in therapy, but as far as my therapist's concerned it's just because I desperately crave sex (regular old straightforward sex) and want sex every minute of every day. It's not (to her knowledge) because of the incest, dog-fucking or looking for youthful lovers part. My therapist will never hear about those particularly depraved activities, not if I can help it.
   For my sessions with her, I'm just your everyday, all around super-slut who cannot control herself when it comes to carnal fun.
   My pussy's always wet, my asshole's always willing, my nipples and clit always triple-alert for sensation. I'll basically suck any hard cock anyone sticks in (or near) my mouth.
   At our incest swinger's parties, I've 69'ed with very young girls while their fathers jacked off on us. At an incest party arranged over the Internet with a group from another city, I did a double-penetration with a father (in my pussy) and his preteen son (in my asshole) that got me so excited I pissed all over when we all came at exactly the same time.
   We got a round of applause for it.
   I'll do anything to achieve sexual pleasure. Anything.
   I know I need to change, and I should want to change, but it feels too good having orgasms. And, basically, I just love sex. So I'm highly doubtful I ever will change.
   Anyway, as I mentioned at the beginning: believe what you will.
 

****

 
   Anyway, like I already said, each summer, beginning when I was 9-years-old, I traveled to see my father wherever he was working so we could spend some 'quality time' together.
   That was the story my mom got.
   But really, as you know, I was seriously into fucking with my dad, in any and all positions, my favorite thing in the whole wide world!
   My favorite position, in fact, at many of the motels we frequented, was hanging onto the bottom edge of the headboard with both hands over my head and arching my skinny back with my knees spread wide while my dad simply fucked me like crazy.
   Nothing complicated, just hanging on tightly with my small hands for the sake of stability, my bare little ass on two pillows for deeper penetration, and digging my heels into the bed for better traction.
   Once, at a Roadside Inn when I was 11-years-old, I got so carried away I pulled the headboard off the wall and down on top of us! That was scary, but we ended up sliding off the bed together and finishing on the floor. My dad wanted to stop, to see if I was okay (it klonked me on the head), or at least put the headboard back on the wall, but I managed to get the full length of his slippery hard cock right back into my throbbing little slit in no time.
   My small hands knew exactly what to do with his stiff dick, in just such an emergency. I was that close to coming, after all.
   “Don't stop fucking me, Daddy! Please don't stop! Please!”
   His thrusting dick felt so good in me, I wouldn't let my dad stop fucking me until we were both done! I ended up with minor carpet burns on my bare little ass from squirming around so much, but it was worth it.
   And, like I expected, I came really hard that time!
   Anyway, even though I didn't go to a private or a religious school, my father loved the idea of those sexy little school uniforms the girls always wore, so he bought me one. Just the bottom part, actually, the navy plaid skirt and navy knee socks and even the little patent leather shoes with the strap.
   Whenever I wore it for him, I left off my panties and blouse, but added a band-aid on my knee and put pretty blue ribbons in my long brown hair.
   He liked my bare little titties, too, even before I started wearing even a training bra. He'd kiss and suck on my tiny pink nipples until they were all pointy and poking out. Of course, I'd be breathing hard and trembling with anticipation by then-I knew my deliciously wet pussy was next!
   And he loved my pussy even before I got any pubic hair on it.
 
   I always got so sexually excited holding myself open for him with my fingers, showing him everything, squatting over him so my bald pussy and tight asshole were right over his face.
   Also, even in those earliest days of first-time sex fun, my clitoris was always very prominent, and overly sensitive, sticking out beyond its little fleshy hood. Every time my dad ate me out in those days, he'd first lick all around it with his tongue. He always took a very long time and got very close to my clit, even spreading open the slick lips around it with his fingers, but never actually touched it until I was begging him.
   It drove me wild!
   Pretty soon, I'd be squirming around, panting hoarsely and almost crying I was so frustrated-and only then would he finally lick it or suck it directly.
   “Please lick my clit, Daddy!” I'd urge. “Suck on it! Please!”
   “Be patient,” he'd tell me.
   Of course, as soon as my dad finally did lick my pulsating little clit, after getting me all worked up, I'd come instantly! Every time. And then a second time! Sometimes I'd come so good, little jets of pee would squirt out!
   “You pissed again,” he'd laugh, as if it was a good thing. “Right in my face!”
   “Because you made me come too good,” I always said, just the slightest bit embarrassed at such a thing. “You made me pee!”
   Anyway, the other thing was: after the headboard incident, if my dad and I were in a motel room, we'd fuck on the floor so the bed wouldn't make so much squeaking noise (and so I wouldn't pull down another headboard!).
   He'd put two pillows on the carpet under my narrow little ass, then get down on top of me between my bare legs and slowly push his thick cock into my very tight pussy. We both liked to go real slow at that point, an inch at a time going into me, until the thick, entire 7” length was buried in my underage pussy.
   “Ohhhh God!” I'd moan as it went in. “Daddy, that feels so good going in my cunt-I can't wait for you to fuck me!”
   He loved it when I talked dirty at that young age, the dirtier the better, and he'd also taught me all the right dirty words, as had Maureen, my babysitter, earlier.
   “I love your big cock in my twat!” I'd tell him. “You can fuck my cunt all you want, or jack off in my mouth or lick my asshole or do whatever!”
   Dirty talk from me always made his cock throb just a bit more urgently while it slid into me.
   Once inside me, instead of just holding me down and fucking me flat, he'd always start by rocking against my swollen pubic mound, pressing into it gently with the base of his cock. Which would get me even wetter and more excited! He'd settle into me, then, without pumping or pulling out even slightly, cradled between my spread-apart slender young thighs.
   I loved the feel of his rigid cock, deliciously warm and twitching in my pussy, but I wanted to do it!
   “Start fucking me, Daddy, start fucking me!” I'd groan. “Make me come!”
   This was when I was still only 9-years-old!
   And he would, in fact, just start fucking the shit out of me without warning, the sudden slippery friction of his big cock sliding in and out of my wetly gripping little-girl's cunt always making my legs even shakier!
   I could never keep from crying out with a series of sharp little gasps when he began fucking me, even if we needed to be absolutely quiet (in certain motels!).
   “Daddy, my God!!” I panted, clutching at his back. “Fuck me, fuck me!”
   “Sweetie pants, shhh!” he'd caution hotly in my ear. “The walls have ears…”
   It was true.
   More than once it was obvious, when we were doing it, that someone was listening through the wall to us fucking. Especially when I couldn't keep quiet about it. I'm certain whoever was listening was thinking we were a real couple, not just a father and his hot, oversexed little twig of an elementary school daughter screwing like crazy.
   My dad would motion me over to the particular shared wall and, with our own ears pressed tightly to it, we could often hear heavy breathing coming through. Or the sound of our nighttime neighbor whacking off.
   Seriously.
   “Courtney, let's give him something to listen to,” he'd sometimes suggest. “Get back on the bed.”
   I'd laugh at the idea, but climb back up there.
   So with the bedsprings creaking loudly, rhythmically but gaining genuine speed as we got closer to sharing a mutually-shattering orgasm, I'd pant and moan and cry out with every ramming thrust of my dad's hard cock:
   “Fuck me harder, mister, fuck me harder!” I'd call out. I'd use as adult a voice as I could muster. It was definitely funny to us both, but it felt too good to laugh, getting fucked by my father all out like that. “God, yes, mister, faster, faster, fuck me with your big cock even faster!”
   “I'll pay you more to fuck you in the ass,” my dad would sometimes say loudly, as if I was a prostitute. “Turn over and let me fuck your perfect little asshole.”
   “It's an extra $50,” I'd say. “The Vaseline's in my purse!”
   And then he'd actually use real KY or Vaseline he'd brought, to lubricate and fuck my intensely-sensitive asshole so hard I'd sometimes forget the show we were putting on. And I'd pant, “Fuck my ass harder, Daddy, fuck it deeper!”
   Oops.
   Anyway, all of that was fun, and funny, but probably wrong in some way my therapist would find grave fault with (if she knew). After all, I was still just out of the 3rd grade, but my father had already turned me into a huge whore, if only in a sick play-acting showbiz kind of way!
   But, mostly during my younger years, we'd just hide out, kept our voices down, and fuck each other nearly senseless.
   “This is a huge sin, Daddy!” I said once, breathing hotly into his ear. He was screwing me so good I could barely see straight. “But I love it too much when you fuck me to stop!”
   “Me, too!” he said. “You have the sweetest cunt!”
   We were doing it like normal people, on the carpet, straight fucking with him on top, between my thighs and pounding every inch of his throbbing cock into my quivering little pussy with every stroke.
   “Ohhh, it feels so good! Uh! Uh! Uh! Ohhhhhhh, fuck, keep doing it!”
   We were almost delirious with the pleasure we shared, our breathing almost as one, coming in rasping heaves, his bare chest pressed tightly into my own skinny chest. I usually hooked my small heels behind his legs, urging him on with my hot thighs to go even faster.
   Even back then, I loved a hard, fast fuck that about knocked me out!
   “Fuck me to death, Daddy! Fuck me!”
   “Christ, Courtney, you're cunt's so slippery in there!” he said. “And hot! And so damn tight!”
   “Daddy, I'm coming already!” I groaned raggedly. “I told you I would!”
   The climaxes I had with my dad were always the kind that wracked my entire young body. The instant I came, the waves of indecent pleasure blasted outward from my cunt with such pure heat that I couldn't breathe, my orgasm sweeping across my sweaty open thighs, all the way up to my hard little nipples and straight down to my widely-spread toes.
   My God, I just couldn't get enough fucking from him at that early age, front-door or backdoor!
   “I came so good!!” I managed weakly, my breath catching in my throat. “You've killed me…”
   “You begged me to fuck you to death,” he pointed out. “Courtney, you're the best fuck I've ever had-even better than your mother.”
   My God, I thought, my own father said I was a better fuck than my own mom! Again, looking back, I wonder what my therapist would say about that! But, I guess I'll never know, because she'll never know.
   “Do you want to fuck me in my asshole next?” I continued, for real this time because no one was listening. We were staying in a Richmond motel that week and I added, “I'll let you cornhole me, if you let me have two desserts at dinner.”
   He'd taught me that naughty word the first time he'd actually done it to me. I'd loved using it ever since.
   And, hard to miss, I guess, in my so-called confession here, I often traded filthy sex acts with my father for a variety of treats, expensive desserts being one of my favorites, certain sex toys being another.
   Anyway, for all the indecent appeal incestuous sex held for me, incestuous anal sex had an even more perverted appeal due to its even more obscene nature.
   It had taken many nights of off-and-on effort to finally get my dad's big dick into my tight little asshole, but it was worth it. If getting fucked by my father excited me at that young age, getting fucked in my hot asshole by my own father, his dick entirely buried in my butt, excited me even more.
   I always came extra-hard.
   Between traveling with him during the summer months, I'd even spent time at home, working my fingers and other well-lubricated objects into my butthole as 'homework,' gradually stretching and opening myself up back there.
   Also, the moment I had an orgasm during backdoor sex, my asshole and slick butt-cheeks always tightened spasmodically to squeeze every drop of hot cum out of my dad's thrusting cock!
   We both loved it.
   “Daddy, I can feel you coming in my asshole!” I'd pant each time. “But keep cornholing me until I come, too!”
   See? I loved that word. And I loved being cornholed.
   I loved my father, too-that's why I let him do such dirty things to me!
   Actually, everything about anal sex with my dad got me insanely excited, even when he sometimes pulled me across his lap in my fake schoolgirl uniform, flipped up my plaid skirt and spanked my bare little ass (on both firm cheeks!) until it was stinging and red.
   “That really hurt!” I'd complain.
   And so he'd rub my ass all over with his strong hands to make it feel better, squeezing each reddened cheek gently, until-instead of the pain-all I could think of was his hands on my bare bottom. Then, after probing into my slippery pussy and my asshole from behind with a finger or two, we'd both slide down onto the floor.
   Then he'd bend me over the chair he'd just spanked me on, lubricate me back there with some KY or Vaseline, and fuck me in the ass again!
   Like, really hard and fast.
   All in all, thinking back, I had no real complaints.

   Things got much more interesting that summer I turned 11-years-old and traveled to see my father in Elgin, Pennsylvania. I knew I'd be spending more time in his bed (and on his floor) than mine. But we also knew we needed to maintain the illusion we were a normal father and daughter.
   Even the groaning sex noises I made when my dad fucked me had to be kept to a minimum.
   And I had to wear at least my panties and my new training bra if I was in his room when housekeeping walked in. I'd act like I was his dumb kid innocently watching TV who didn't realize the sexual implications of an 11-year-old girl in her skimpy underwear in a motel room with her handsome dad.
   By then, though, I was mainly my own father's little whore and we loved every sick minute of it.
   My budding breasts were (finally!) two firm little handfuls, my rubbery pink nipples as big as quarters and the pointy tips almost as sensitive as my cunt. I absolutely loved having them sucked on.
   As for my crotch, my beginning pubic hair was very fine, the whole of it merely a wisp of soft, tiny curls at the top of my deep slit. By deep, I mean, I could easily take my dad's entire cock into me.
   With all that said, however, it was still my overly sensitive clitoris that demanded my full attention. My cunt's slick outer lips were naturally pouted-open to expose the fleshy hood over my little clit, my clit itself protruding out even farther (often until it was entirely exposed!) during certain excitable moments.
   Excitable moments, I should mention, that occurred so often as to keep me in a near-constant state of sexual arousal. In other words, even at that young age, I was always wet and seriously wanting it. Sex.
   And although my entire cunt (and my rubbery nipples and little asshole) all reacted instantly to any attention whatsoever, my clitoris was the true center of eager response for any lewd thoughts or physical sensations I had.
   At that immature age of 11-years-old, in fact, I reasoned it was the protruding nature of my clit (causing it to be squeezed by even my smallest normal movements) that kept me so sexually aroused and unable to say 'No' to any opportunity for immediate sexual relief.
 
   Consequently, it was not any lack of self-control on my part, but rather my abnormally sensitive and protruding clitoris that made me such a huge preteen slut!
   True or not, it was what I believed. In any case, it was the huge preteen slut within me that eagerly looked forward to spending time with my father that weekend when he called me at home about it.
   “What'll we do there?” I'd asked my dad on the phone. “In Elgin?”
   “I've got some new friends who want to meet you.”
   As always, I looked around, making sure my mother couldn't hear my side of the conversation. I knew it was going to be indecent.
   “Sex friends?” I asked.
   “You'll have to wait and see.”
   This was more of his helping me learn that patience thing, I guess.
   “Okay, Daddy,” I agreed. “But the first night I get there, how many times will you fuck me?”
   No surprise, I'm sure, but that was basically the nature of the call, both of us loving dirty talk. These calls always ended, like I mentioned, with my dad and I breathing fast and masturbating at each end. Or until my mother or stepfather would yell out for me to stop tying up the goddamn phone.
 

****

 
   My flight arrived on a Friday night. This was to be merely a weekend instead of an entire week, due to my dad's schedule.
   On the long drive up from the Allentown airport, he'd stopped the rental car at an adult bookstore. While I waited outside hunched down in the front seat, he bought five XXX DVD's, two vibrators, batteries and a big tube of peach-flavored lubrication. Lately, I'd been using flavored lube to jack him off.
   It was fun and it tasted good.
   As we drove, I looked through his purchases and broke open the packaging.
   I put the batteries into the vibrators (a big dick-shaped one and a smaller 'silver bullet'), then hid the adult videos, lubrication and vibrators in my luggage so we wouldn't be embarrassed when he checked me in.
   I was in tiny jean shorts with the little turned-up cuffs around my slim bare thighs, a tee-shirt and tennis shoes. Weirdly, I remember I was wearing a white cloth sailor hat I'd gotten from somewhere, at a cute angle. I guess I was trying to be adorable.
   “Daddy, do you want me to do anything for you?”
   The answer was always 'yes' but I always asked to be polite. His quick smile told me all I needed to know.
   “You look so adorable,” he said. “In that cute little hat.”
   As soon as I undid my seatbelt, I leaned over. My slim fingers easily unzipped his pants, found his hardened cock and worked it out of his open fly. It stood straight up in my slender hand, thick and rigid, throbbing within my grip. I suddenly found myself shaky with anticipation.
   After two years of incest sex games with him, I still loved making my own father come. It still excited me tremendously.
   Sometimes, when he ejaculated, just the sight of it squirting out of his big dick all over the place aroused me so much, I'd come spontaneously. I really would. My pussy would be sopping wet, a virtual slip amp; slide in my underwear, with my nipples about ready to burst.
   “Should I use the peach lubrication?” I asked.
   “No, it's too messy in the car.”
   “It'll make a mess anyway,” I pointed out. “When you come.”
   He gave me a little look.
   “Not if it's in your mouth.”
   I smiled to myself, my slender hand squeezing his pulsing cock and already jerking up and down quickly. This was about the millionth time I'd had sex in a car with my dad, mostly jacking him off or sucking him, but we'd done lots of actual fucking, too.
   He'd sometimes pull over into the dark with an urgent groan to me, just before he started to come. I'd slide over onto his lap (bare-assed, of course), his throbbing cock immediately slipping up into my wet cunt for a couple of quick thrusts only moments before he ejaculated.
   “Damn, Courtney, your tight little pussy makes me come so fast!”
   That was fun and I always tried to surprise him, sometimes facing front, sometimes facing back-either way, it always wetly slid into me right to the hilt, even if it mistakenly ended up in my slippery little butthole!
   Of course, after a 'quickie' like that, he'd always have to make me come, too.
   “My turn, Daddy, my turn!”
   It was only fair.
   “Talk dirty to me while you're jerking me off,” he asked on the drive to Elgin, getting comfortable. He put on the cruise control. “Tell me all the dirty stuff you've done lately, you dirty little slut.”
   I laughed at that.
   “Okay,” I agreed. But then, thinking it over, “I don't know if I should actually tell you this-”
   “Tell me, or I'll pull over and spank your bare little ass,” he threatened with a sideways smile. Then, “God, your warm hand always feels so good on my dick! I'm getting too close, though, so do it slower.”
   I thought it over, then decided it would excite him more than it might make him mad, even though the particular subject matter I was about to divulge was sometimes a touchy area with him.
   “I let Ray fuck me again, a bunch of times,” I finally said, and felt my dad's cock stiffen even more in my hand. “When Mom wasn't around.”
   Stories about my young sex life always turned him on, even if they sometimes caused him concern.
   Ray Montera was my stepfather, a few years older than my dad, ruggedly handsome and gray-haired. A month earlier I'd talked him into signing for birth control pills for me at the health clinic downtown, lying about my age, of course, without my mother's knowledge.
   I told my dad:
   “Ray stood me up against the end of our entertainment center in the living room and fucked me really hard, from behind, until we both came.”
   “Jesus.”
   “He also fucked me twice on the basement couch, and once in the garage in the back of Mom's van. And he gave me fifty dollars. I'm like a real-life whore, in the 5th grade!”
   “My God…”
   “He always sticks his finger up my asshole, too,” I admitted. “Then he makes me smell it.”
   “He's such an idiot!”
   I'd been sexually involved with my stepfather Ray for two months. He thought he'd seduced his little preteen stepdaughter one sweaty afternoon, and I let him believe it. Of course, he knew nothing about my entirely perverted sex life with my real dad since I was 9-years-old.
   Clearly, my mom would kill both Ray and my dad if she knew they were screwing her little girl. And then she'd probably kill me.
   “Ray's cock isn't as big around as yours,” I let my dad know. “But he comes a gallon. And when he comes in my mouth, I try to swallow it all, but it gets in my hair and runs down my chin, just like with you. Last time, it got all over my top and shorts and we had to throw them in the washer real fast.”
   “I know you love cum.”
   “I always lick his cum off my fingers, after,” I added. “He likes seeing that.”
   “No wonder I love you,” he admitted. “But I wish you'd stay away from that jerk.”
   I smiled at my dad.
   “Ray's okay,” I said. “And it's fun sneaking around and doing dirty stuff with him. Like fucking.”
   My dad merely shook his head.
   Throughout, I kept masturbating him, first with one hand and then the other, just for variety. And to build the intensity, I repeatedly changed the grip of my slim fingers on his thick cock. I kept varying my speed as well.
   I wanted my father to really enjoy the dirty thing I was doing to him.
   “Does that feel good?” I asked.
   “Show me your sweet little tits,” he swallowed hard.
   “Okay.”
   With my free hand, I pushed up my tee-shirt and unhooked the front of my skimpy bra, then pushed it out of the way so my dad could get to my little-girl boobs and my nipples.
   In truth, the dirty excitement of jacking off my own father, then knowing I was going to lick and suck the head of his cock while he ejaculated a river of cum into my mouth, always made my boobs get real firm and my taut little nipples stick right out.
   He reached over and gave one of my small bare tits a warm squeeze. “God, they get bigger every time I see you.”
   “They're still so little.”
   “They're perfect,” he insisted.
   His fingers found one of my rubbery pink nipples. He pulled at it gently, rolling it between his fingertips. It hardened even more at his touch.
   I shivered at the sensation.
   “My pussy's really wet. My panties, too. They're soaked.”
   “Show me.”
   I released his rigid cock and quickly undid the front of my jean shorts. I raised up slightly, then pushed my shorts and damp white cotton panties down to my knees and then down around my ankles.
 
   When I spread my legs apart, I felt my slick pink pussy spread open wetly. The sharp odor of my moist excitement was suddenly in the air. Even my bare inner thighs were already damp.
   “God, Daddy, I'm really wet,” I said. “Being with you gets me so excited!”
   A moment later, my dad reached over and slipped a finger into my slit, which made me shiver with a little gasp, and then he began slowly exploring my slippery cunt inside. A few long moments after that, driving with his left hand, he starting fingerfucking me with his right, using two fingers, but without touching my clit yet.
   He loved to tease me along until I was ready to literally explode.
   “You have such a sweet little all-American girl cunt!” he said, as he often did. “I love sticking my face in it…”
   “You're making it feel really good,” I just about moaned. “Nobody makes me come harder than you, Daddy.”
   And I went back to jacking him off, my hand moving faster than it had before. I was already getting real shaky and I badly wanted to feel his cock jerk in my hand, feel it throbbing as his cum rushed out. And I also wanted to taste every bit of it as I swallowed every drop.
   He always said I was getting a protein shake.
   “Daddy, can I make you come now?”
   “Sure, if you'll put it in your mouth.”
   And so with the shaft of my dad's rigid cock throbbing wildly in my hand, and the swollen head nearly bursting with the exquisite pleasure I provided, I leaned down and sucked him wetly.
   “You're making me come-” my dad said suddenly. “Jack me off faster!”
   My small hand almost a blur, I sucked the head of his cock until he climaxed with tremendous relief, hot jets of his semen filling my mouth with silky warmth as I swallowed several times to get it all.
   “Damn!!” he moaned. “You're still the sweetest daughter in the world!”
   “I sure am,” I laughed.
   I sat back up and smiled at him in the dim light provided by the dash, the residue of his sticky cum wet and shiny on my lips. Then I noticed a long, thin strand of it hanging at the side of my mouth and off my chin, but caught it with my finger and held it out for my dad to see.
   While he watched, I used my tongue to catch it, then licked it off my lips (and off my chin, as best I could) with a dirty little smile.
   “Now you've got to make me come,” I told him.
   And I settled back with my legs still spread wide open. When he again started masturbating me with two fingers probing deeply, I found my pulsating, fully-distended clit with my own fingers. And then, suddenly unwilling to wait any longer for my own orgasm, I said:
   “Here, Daddy, I'll even help-”

   “Daddy, you're fucking me to death!” I moaned, meaning it.
   With my bare feet braced on the carpet and my bare ass perched on the edge of the motel bed, I was a raggedly breathing, half-dressed little 11-year-old skinny slut of a daughter in only a tee-shirt.
   My father was wedged between my sweaty thighs, his own feet braced on the floor, fucking me with increasingly harder and deeper strokes.
   “Fuck me, Daddy!” I begged him. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Oh God, God!! Uhh! Uhhhh! Uhhhhhh! I love it! Keep fucking me-do it faster, faster, go even faster!”
   I just never got tired of doing it with him.
   With my legs angled downward like that, it pushed my swollen pubic mound up even more prominently than normal, causing my clit to be squeezed deliciously by direct contact with my father's relentless pubic bone being pressed into me.
   I could barely catch my breath, in fact.
   In addition, I was getting the best penetration imaginable, my dad's pistoning cock spearing into me as deeply as possible.
   “Daddy, you're killing me!” I kept gasping hotly, squirming. “You're fucking me to death! But don't stop! Don't stop! Fuck me harder! Harder!”
   The smaller of the two vibrators he'd bought on the way was already coated with peach lubrication and buried in my tight asshole, the vibrations of the 'silver bullet' tingling wildly throughout my entire crotch.
   I had it on the top speed.
   “Ohhh God! Daddy, my cunt feels so hot! This is the best fuck ever! Uhhhhh!”
   The second we'd closed the door to his room and drawn the curtains, my dad said, “I need to get your pants off right now, even before you unpack!”
   And he pulled me down onto his bed, quickly pulled my jean shorts and damp panties down, then pushed his face between my slim thighs and immediately licked his way into my sweet wet cunt.
   My 11-year-old twat was already thick with slippery juice, my perverted excitement at being with my own father clearly evident. My entire body trembled as he licked and sucked at my distended clit and swollen labia, and he even slipped a finger up my ass at the same time.
   Naked himself finally, he climbed on top of me and worked his thick cock into my tight cunt, pushing it in an inch at a time as he always did, until we were both nearly insane with the illicit pleasure of it
   “Oh God, Daddy!” I panted. “I love it so much when you just fuck me right away!”
   A moment later, savoring the dark thrill of my pussy, he began pumping into me while I clung to his back with both hands and pushed my crotch up at him repeatedly. I kept begging him to: “Fuck me harder!”
   “No problem.”
   “Keep fucking me, Daddy,” I moaned. “I'm starting to come!”
   I could go off real fast when we did it like that, my father just throwing me on the bed and fucking me hard and fast before I could even catch my breath.
   When I came. like ten seconds later, I was suddenly squirming beneath him as spasms of pleasure wracked my young body. My clit was being pressed to death, my cunt on fire, my asshole (and entire bare ass) filled with wild vibrations!
   I came like the earth was ending!
   “Ohhhh God, it's so good when you fuck me! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uhhhhh! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck!”
 

****

 
   “Daddy, I'm freezing,” I said, standing in our connecting doorway. “Look how hard the air conditioning's making my nipples.”
   Naked, I turned to the side so he could see. My pink little nipples were poking out proudly, the tips such hard tiny points they could probably put out an eye.
   “I love your little titties,” he told me. “But it's your sweet young cunt that makes me so crazy.”
   I turned to face him so he could see my crotch better, the faint wisps of my new pubic hair already damp and matted. “This sweet young cunt?” I asked him. “Your own little daughter's sweet young cunt?”
   He nodded. “That's the one.”
   “You said we could meet that woman you mentioned,” I reminded him. “And her little boy. I'm all excited just thinking about it.”
   Even thinking about it, imagining what we'd all do together, caused me to drop my hand to my crotch and absently trace my fingers along my girlish little slit. My fingertips touched at my clit just enough to keep me tingling down there.
   “I'll call her before we go out to dinner.”
   I gave him an impatient look. I knew it'd be at least a couple of hours before we went to dinner.
   “In that case, you need to lick my pussy again,” I informed him. “And I want you to use the other, bigger vibrator on me. too. And you haven't even fucked me in my asshole yet-”
   My God, I realized, I was starting to sound more like a neglected old wife than a sweet young daughter. Sorry, Daddy…

   After a nice dinner at a very brightly lit diner in downtown Elgin, we got back to our attached motel rooms to find an extremely good-looking woman in her late 20's waiting outside in her car for us.
 
   In the passenger seat was her dark-haired 9-year-old son. In the backseat, standing and looking out at us, his head inquisitively cocked to one side, was a chocolate brown Labrador Retriever. I gave the dog a big smile.
   After all, I secretly remembered the fun Kathy and I had with Rexy, especially after she and I finally started sucking him off. We'd both get shaky with excitement at the spurting mouthfuls of his hot cum we received. And swallowed. Wouldn't these people be shocked to death, I realized, if they knew what my best friend and I had done with that frisky German shepherd?
   “Courtney, this is Sandra and her son, Tim,” my dad introduced us as they climbed out of the car. “They're here to have some fun with us.”
   Sandra smiled warmly, clearly looking me over.
   Then she got the Lab out of the back seat, holding tightly to a chain leash she'd snapped onto his leather collar. Instantly, the classic-looking chocolate-colored dog was sniffing at my crotch, whimpering and trying to get at me.
   “Our dog's name is Jackson,” the sexy mom told me, leading him into my father's room. “He's still young, but he knows some good tricks.”
   I just looked at her, scarcely believing what she was saying. I'd suddenly realized she was talking about having sex with their dog! My God, what an idiot I was-I guess they wouldn't be so shocked, after all!
   Of course, today it's commonplace on the Internet, girls being fucked by their dogs, and sucking them off and everything.
   Back then, however, when I was only 11-years-old, many swinging singles and couples indulged, but it was only subtly advertised in swinger magazines. In fact, it was so hidden from normal people it was shocking for even a sexually experienced young slut like myself to imagine it actually happening.
   Although, imagine it I did. And my dad helped my imagination.
   This was especially true after I told him about Kathy and I jacking off her dog. I must say, though, I never actually admitted to him about sucking Rexy's big dog dick or swallowing his cum-I thought that might be over the line, even for us.
   But I told my dad I was willing (maybe even eager) to try getting fucked by a nice gentle dog one day, when I was older.
   And so, there we were, at the motel with this sexy young mom, her very young son and their handsome canine.
   “Daddy!” I looked to him, shocked but admittedly excited. “Is she going to let the dog fuck her?!”
   “It's okay, honey,” he assured me. “We can just watch.”
   I gave him a look he knew only too well.
   “No, I want to!” I said. “God, look how shaky I'm getting!”
   Sandra gave me a bright smile at hearing it.
   Her young son, Tim, smiled shyly at me, then sat down on the edge of the nearer bed. He was even skinnier than I was, and shorter, wearing jeans and a striped pullover shirt.
   He began petting their dog.
   I went over to the bed and sat down next to him.
   “Tim,” I asked, petting Jackson also. “Do you know what's going to happen?”
   He nodded.
   “We're going to have sex.”
   Sandra said to her son, “That's right, Tim. It'll be a lot of fun.”
   The boy asked me, “Do you do sex with your father?”
   “My dad fucks me all the time,” I admitted.
   Then Sandra unhooked the Labrador's leash.
   The dog immediately put his nose in the damp crotch of my jean shorts and sniffed until I pushed him away with an embarrassed laugh. Looking down, it was impossible not to notice his reddish-pink dick was already sticking partly out.
   “I think he's already excited,” I pointed out.
   “Jackson does that to my mom, too,” Tim said. “Sniffs her crotch. Then he gets on top of her and they have sex!”
   “Jackson's getting a really big hard-on!” I laughed, still pointing.
   “So am I,” my dad said.
   He moved over to Sandra.
   She was wearing a black silky dress without underwear or a bra. Her firm ass and large breasts were entirely obvious through the filmy fabric and she posed for a second as if to show me and my dad what she had to offer.
   “I've heard a lot about you, Courtney,” Sandra said, as my dad cupped her heavy breasts from behind. He started playing with her large dark nipples. “If you let him, Jackson will fuck you. Or he can just lick your pussy. Does that sound like fun?”
   “Yes,” I said. “My friend Kathy and I jacked off her German shepherd all the time, when I was younger. We made him come in a sticky old towel!”
   “Did you let him lick your pussy?” she wanted to know.
   “We both did,” I told her honestly. “After we got used to him. But it got us so aroused, jacking him off like that, Kathy and I ended up licking each other's cunts every time, too.”
   “Really! That's very exciting.”
   My dad slid his hands down from Sandra's breasts to her crotch and then back around her full hips to squeeze her solid ass.
   She turned and pulled her dress up to her waist suddenly, then stood facing us with her legs apart, my dad's roving hands exploring her bare skin. The thick patch of her pubic hair was black and wildly curly, trimmed but unshaven, her cunt a wide slash of open pink wetness within. Her firm hips and ass were smooth and very white.
 
   “You can start fingerfucking me,” she told him. “To get me going.”
   Tim was watching his half-naked mom and my dad intently, his breath quickening almost imperceptibly.
   “Do you like seeing your mom's cunt?” I asked him.
   “Yes. And her boobs.”
   “Does she let you touch them?”
   “Yes. And I lick them.”
   “Her boobs?”
   He nodded. “And her cunt.”
   “Do you want to watch your father fuck me?” Sandra asked me, at the same moment that my dad's fingers slipped into her pussy. She moaned low in her throat, pushing her bare ass back into him. “Jesus, keep doing that!”
   “God, yes, I want to watch,” I said. “I've never seen him fuck anyone…just me, like in the mirror.”
   Sandra gave me a big dirty smile at that.
   “And do you want to suck my son's cock?” she followed up, as my dad's fingers started sliding in and out of her hot cunt. With his other hand, he began massaging her clit with his fingertips. “Oh God, Jesus, fuck! That's the spot!”
   “Yes, I do,” I said. “He can come in my mouth, too.”
   Sandra gave me another smile. “He's young, but he knows what he's doing. He fucks me almost every night.”
   “You're getting me excited,” I admitted.
   And 9-year-old Tim smiled at that. “I'm already hard,” he said. “Look!”
   On the bed, the boy unzipped his jeans and pulled out his small penis, holding it stiffly at attention until I took it in my hand. Then he leaned back on his elbows and watched as I started masturbating him with my index finger and thumb.
   The small shaft was alive under my touch, twitching at first, and then trying to become even stiffer, it seemed, although it was already as stiff as possible. Soon I felt it pulsing wildly along the small raised vein on the underside as I jacked him off.
   Tim started to breathe unevenly.
   “That feels real good,” he told me. “Do it faster.”
   His penis was as rigid as a narrow bone sticking out of his pants, the smooth skin of it warm under my finger and thumb. The small head was swollen to a peach-colored fullness, fleshy and ripe, and a tiny drop of fluid appeared at the tiny slit.
   When I touched the clear drop with a fingertip, he shivered, and then a second, larger drop soon joined the first, followed by a third.
   I took a quick second to taste it.
   “Ummm,” I said. “That's good. Does your mom suck your dick?”
   “All the time,” he told me. “At home, in the car, and everywhere.”
   “Let's get your jeans off.”
   Without a moment's hesitation, Tim took off his shoes and pants and then lay back on the bed in just his pullover shirt and socks. His small cock stood rigidly at an angle, the smooth hairless pouch that encased his tiny balls merely a raised patch of slightly darker skin between his skinny legs.
   I took his cock in my hand once more.
   “Do you want to fuck me?” I asked, gently squeezing his little dick while I began to jack him off again. “Right now?”
   “Okay-if my mom says so.”
   “He loves fucking,” Sandra informed me. “And he comes a lot for a little boy.”
   When I looked over, I was not surprised to find she and my dad totally naked on the other bed. Tim's slut of a mother was on her hands and knees and my dad was, too. His face was buried between the fleshy cheeks of her out-thrust butt.
   He was clearly licking deeply into her pussy and her asshole and it excited me greatly to watch him do it.
   I loved sex with other girls, but I'd never been with a full-grown woman yet and the thought of doing it later that night with Sandra drove me wild.
   Jackson stood on the floor near the bed at the ready, obedient yet alert for a signal from his female master, eagerly waiting so that he could finally mount her. The dark Labrador's cock protruded wetly, a thick pink handful that definitely got my young and perverted imagination going.
   In fact, I was picturing several possible positions I wanted to try, already imagining the dog screwing the living shit out of me.
 
   “Get naked, sweetie pants,” my dad looked up and said over to me. “I want to see you getting fucked, by either the boy or the dog.”
   “Or both,” I laughed, then hopped off the bed and quickly stripped off my tee-shirt and training bra. My little boobs were out there for all to see. To Sandra's young son, I cupped them in my hands as best I could with a quick laugh and asked, “Tim, will you suck my little titties?”
   He sat up immediately on the edge of the bed, put his hands on my waist and began kissing my stiffened pink nipples. When he started licking and sucking them, using his tongue in a way most 9-year-old boys could never understand, I realized his mom had given him a few lessons.
   He knew his way around the opposite sex.
   I pushed down my jean shorts and panties, then took his hands, pulled him off the bed and made him kneel in front of me. When I spread my slender legs and stuck my cunt right into his face, he looked up to me with a knowing little smile. Then he sweetly kissed my faint offering of new pubic hair, a moment later licking his way in between my swollen pink pussy lips.
   “My God, Tim, you do that so well,” I breathed, trembling at the sensations he sent through my crotch with his tongue. “You must lick your mother's pussy a lot!”
   He just nodded without stopping, then began sucking wetly at my clit.
   “Ohhh, God!” I panted. “You're getting me so hot! We need to fuck!”
   I climbed back onto the bed and pulled him with me. It took only seconds to get the boy as naked as I already was.
   “You're beautiful,” he said, staring wide-eyed at as much of my bare skin as he could see at once. “Can I feel you?”
   “You'd better,” I laughed, “if you're going to fuck me.”
   And his small hands went to my firm little boobs, my nipples, my pussy, my thighs, my bare ass and even my asshole. I let him at me, turning and raising up and even spreading my legs so he could explore every inch of my trembling, slender preteen body.
   He mostly buried his fingers in my wet cunt and in my asshole and then went back to kissing and sucking at my nipples and boobs.
   On the other bed, and still on her hands and knees, his mother was moaning and breathing hard, all the while being kept busy by my dad. He was still eagerly licking into her wetly glistening cunt and asshole from behind.
   Then Sandra patted the bed and the chocolate Labrador jumped up beside her. She patted the bed again, making him lay down, then gently pushed him onto his side, facing her. My dad, clearly knowing what was coming, then raised up so he could see better.
   While Tim and I and my father watched, she took the dog's protruding cock in her hand. It was huge, red and swollen, and entirely out of its sheath.
   A moment later, with my dad rapidly fingerfucking her cunt from behind, Sandra began giving Jackson a very enthusiastic blow job, licking and sucking his big dick until she had it part-way down her throat.
   “They do sex all night,” Tim told me. “Jackson and my mom. He keeps getting hard again and again.”
   “I want to see them fuck.”
   “You will,” he promised.
   “I want Jackson to fuck me, too,” I said. “Fucking a dog is so dirty!”
   “I watched my mom and her friend Danielle do it with three dogs, at our house. They even made a video.”
   “Wow! Like a dog gangbang.”
   “My mom told me she always thinks about fucking.”
   “Me, too,” I said. “I just love everything about sex. Speaking of which-”
   While Sandra was on the other bed using both ends of her naked body to keep my dad and Jackson busy, I laid back and spread my legs apart, pulling the young boy on top of me. Shyness, as you know, was not one of my virtues, even then.
   Tim held my gaze, his dark eyes boring into my own, as he used his hand to put the warm head of his small cock into my pussy.
   “Damn, you know what you're doing, all right,” I gasped, raising my hips slightly to help him slide into me. “And your cock's so fucking hard!”
   He dropped down fully onto me then and slowly started fucking me, his young face buried in the warm crook of my neck as he pumped his narrow hips between my damp thighs. I pumped my own hips right back, squirming beneath him, both of my hands going to his small bare ass and gripping it tightly.
   I started pulling him along, making him go faster with each of his quick, short strokes into me.
   “Daddy, he's fucking me,” I called out. “Look at me, Daddy, look at me, he's fucking me!”
   Just like the spoiled little brat I knew I was, wanting all his attention.
   “Fuck me, Tim, fuck me,” I moaned to the little 9-year-old. “Fuck me real fast!”
   “Okay,” was all he said, speeding up.
   His small hands gripped my bare hips as he fucked me, his own hips rising and falling until I was trembling even more wildly. He knew exactly what to do, even when I found his mouth with my own and began wetly kissing him. He kissed me right back without hesitation. His mother had indeed taught him well!
   I kept squirming and pushing my crotch up against his thrusts, spreading my bare thighs wider so he could get his hard little cock into me even deeper.
   “Goddamn, you're going to make me come!” I panted. “Tim, your dick feels so good in me!”
   On the other bed, my dad was fucking Sandra doggy-style, holding onto her solid hips from behind while he drove his thick cock fully into her again and again. Tim's mom was breathing raggedly and groaning loudly with unsuppressed pleasure, made somewhat more difficult because she was still sucking noisily at her sex-dog's large reddish-pink cock.
   Yet, even while he fucked Tim's slutty mom from behind, my father was looking over my way-he was seeing me get fucked for the first time ever instead of just hearing about it in one of my many sex-adventure stories to him.
   “Watch me fuck, Daddy,” I kept calling out breathlessly. “Watch me fucking!”
   Tim's stiffened little dick was suddenly throbbing like crazy in my slippery young cunt, and I could tell when he started to ejaculate, his mouth sucking at mine hotly as he did so. My pussy responded in kind, going off like the hair-trigger explosive it always was.
   “I'm coming, too,” I panted hoarsely. “Daddy, watch me come! Ohhh God, I'm coming like crazy!”
   I tensed with the first spasms of my climax just as Tim's hot little fingers slid down around my bare hips, spread apart my squirming butt-cheeks and found their way into my asshole. Still another lesson learned from his horny mom, I guessed.
   “Oh God!!” I groaned, pressing my crotch up against his. “Keep sliding your fingers in and out of my ass! Don't stop!”
   His rigid little dick jerked again in my cunt, then jerked again, and I knew the wet heat of his cum was still spurting into me.
 
   I kept working my pussy wetly, tightening it repeatedly around his throbbing cock, an ageless sensation I'd learned from my dad that boys (and men) apparently loved. His cock jumped yet one more time as the last hot squirt of his liquid filled my cunt.
   But he kept fucking me, so rapidly at the end it nearly caused me to simply melt into a hot puddle.
   Finally, he sank onto my naked body with a final groan, cradled between my legs, a river of my own slick juices mingled with his hot young cum filling my sweaty crotch with an abundance of wetness.
   “Oh, my God,” I moaned. “Tim, that was so fucking good! You almost made me pass out!”
   My dad and Sandra were still fucking madly on the next bed, Jackson's dog-cock occupied by the sexy slut's mouth, so her son and I both sat on the edge of our bed and watched them.
   They went at it like crazed weasels, for a very long time, fucking away as if the world was about to end and they both wanted to get one more really good orgasm in before it was all over.
   “It's making my dick stiff again,” the boy next to me announced. “Watching.”
   And when I looked down, he was right, his little-boy cock starting to stand straight up again. The head was smooth and firm and ready to burst with his unlimited youthful sexual energy.
   “My mom says I have the hardest little cock ever!”
   “I guess so!” I laughed.
   Then I gave him what I considered at that young age to be an extremely sexy little look. Seductive, even.
   “Tim, do you want to fuck me again?” I asked. “In my butthole this time? We've got some peach-flavored lube…”
   “Okay,” he nodded. “I do that to my mom, too. Screw her in the ass.”
   I studied him a long moment.
   “Do you lick her asshole, too?” I asked.
   “Yes, I do,” he nodded again. “Lick her butt.”
   I merely nodded in return.
   Of course, he did.

   Tim and I were in the bathroom, watching each other pee (his idea, the little pervert) when we looked up to discover our naked parents in the doorway. I'd just peed, so I was sitting on the toilet with my legs spread, my pink cunt slickly open and visible to all.
   “What are you kids up to?” my father wanted to know.
   Jackson was standing next to them, alert and eager, his reddish-pink Labrador cock as fully extended as ever, his eyes going from Sandra to me (to my wet cunt, actually) and back again. A thin trail of clear liquid oozed from the pointed tip of his dick to the tile floor.
   “Did you make your dog come already?” I asked her. And when she nodded, I told her, “Damn, I wanted to watch!”
   “Sandra swallowed a big load of dog cum,” my dad smiled, his arm around her bare shoulders. He gave her a hug. “Jackson shot off in her mouth just as I shot off in her pussy.”
   “God, you're just so cute and sexy, Courtney,” Sandra told me. “And our dog keeps looking at your cunt as if you're in heat. Are you ready for him to fuck you now?”
   The Labrador with the big hard-on stood whimpering quietly with all the nervous animal sexual energy imaginable, as if he knew what we were discussing. I looked at his big cock, then swallowed hard at the thought of it plowing into me.
   “I'm ready,” I said, standing. “I think.”
   Sandra laughed.
   “He'll make you come like crazy,” she said. “Once he gets his dick in you, he wants to keep it there. Plus, that big knot of his fills up your cunt like you can't believe! He just loves to fuck.”
   “So do I,” I told her. “Now, how do we do it?”
 

****

 
   The first time I let Sandra's dog fuck me, I was so excited and shaky I could barely stay up on my hands and knees. And when I say he fucked me, I mean with all capital letters, he FUCKED me!
   My little cunt was also the wettest it'd ever been!
   And I came real hard three quick times before her Labrador Retriever finally filled my pussy with his hot semen and pulled out wetly, making a big slick mess in my pussy and down the backs of my skinny bare legs.
   He ejaculated about a bucketful!
   “Daddy, please fuck me now!” I breathed, right after, my bare ass still in the air. “It felt so good, I don't want it to stop! Fuck me really hard until Jackson's ready to screw me again.”
   So my dad jumped to the task and fucked me really hard from behind, making barking sounds a couple of times just for laughs, but fucking me long enough to help me climax again.
   My father's cum, shooting into my cunt and coupled with the excess dog semen already in there, made another big sloppy mess, and then Tim pushed his small stiff cock into my slick asshole again, like earlier, and fucked me until he came in my sweaty butt and then Sandra licked all the cum out of me (dog's, man's and boy's), while I stayed on my hands and knees, trembling and still unbelievably horny.
   I literally could not get enough fucking.
   And then, finally, the chocolate Labrador Retriever was ready again, meaning his big red cock was stiff and hard and sticking out once more. So the dog named Jackson mounted me and we started fucking like crazy again.
   And that's pretty much how it went the rest of the night. Not boring, not one second of boring, just fucking and fucking and fucking, interspersed with some cocksucking and cunt-licking, but mostly fucking.
   I loved it.
 

****

 
   That first time, I'd knelt on the carpet while my dad and Tim helped put Jackson in place, his forelegs encased in white knee-high socks Sandra had brought. The excited dog gripped me tightly around the waist while Sandra guided his stiff penis into my exceptionally lubricated cunt.
   “Oh, yes,” I hissed, primed for it. “His cock's going right in!”
   “That's just the tip,” Sandra warned. “There's a lot more to it.”
   “Okay,” I nodded, already breathing hard. “Go ahead.”
   “Breathe through your mouth,” my dad advised. “Just let those slick little muscles inside your perfect little cunt relax…”
   “Okay…”
   I arched my back, sticking my bare butt out, and my little pink pussy opened even more wetly to Jackson's thick cock. We'd already put a ton of peach-flavored lube in my cunt-hole to make it easier, but I was also so naturally wet and slippery with indecent excitement it helped that much more.
   “God, I love it!” I was breathing even harder. “It's filling me up!”
   Slowly but steadily, Sandra helped push her pet's quivering penis gradually into me, her own breathing almost as harsh as mine with the sick excitement of it: watching a really young girl get fucked by a big dog was great fun, too, she'd told me.
   After many long minutes of breathing through my mouth and twisting my narrow hips this way and that, squirming and pushing my bare ass back while I clutched at the carpet, gripping it tightly with both trembling hands, my overly-lubricated pussy finally swallowed Jackson's big red cock whole.
   “My God!” I gasped. “It's in me!”
   My sweet little 11-year-old cunt entirely encased the chocolate dog's thick throbbing cock to the hilt. I could feel it all the way in there, from my crotch to my toes, my bare legs shaking so violently I was afraid I'd just topple right over.
   It took everything I had just to keep the grip I had on the carpet.
   That Sandra was shocked at my accomplishment was clearly evident. “I'll be damned,” she breathed. “You took it all!”
   “I can take my dad's big thick cock, too,” I told her. “He says my young cunt's very…accommodating!”
   My father asked, “Sweetie, are you okay?”
   I gave him a shaky little laugh.
   “Ask me after he's fucked me for a while…”
   I could feel the power of Jackson's huge penis throbbing within me, as if it was alive itself, alive with the potential for untold sexual pleasure. He was still hanging onto my waist tightly, his breath hot against the back of my neck, his entire body trembling with the need to just start fucking me.
   But my dad and Tim held him back, tightly, keeping him in place until I was absolutely ready.
   The shock of it hit me then: I was actually going to let a dog fuck me! Finally! I could barely believe it.
   “Ready or not…” I took a deep breath and told them.
   Jackson's first rapid thrusts speared his thick red cock into me like a slippery jackhammer from behind and I almost fell forward and then over with the wild feel of it. It was a miracle I stayed upright, my hands already aching from gripping the carpet so tightly.
   “Ohhhh yes!” I panted, my entire body instantly drenched in sweat. My God, it was like I was on fire! “Yes, yes, yes! More, more, more, fuck me more!”
   It was a sensation even more intense than I'd imagined. In fact, the idea that a big horny Labrador was fucking me insanely hard and fast was the single most exciting event of my sexually-charged young life so far.
   That dog's huge pumping cock just felt so goddamn good!
   “He's fucking me to death!” I managed to pant just scant moments before I came the very first time, breathing so fast I could barely see straight. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh my God, I'm coming…”
   Holding onto me tightly, Jackson pounded his solid cock into my throbbing pussy relentlessly, his big hot balls bouncing against my squirming bare ass as I felt the knot Sandra had told me about filling my cunt almost to bursting. I knew it meant the dog would decide when our fucking was over, not me!
   “Daddy, he's making me come so hard!”
   I groaned and cried out repeatedly with the shattering pleasure exploding in my cunt, whimpering for more and more.
   And with the sudden realization that the eager animal had no intention of slowing the raging fuck he was giving me (that he would fuck me senseless whether I wanted him to or not, literally raping me) simply added to the perverted thrill of the filthy act I was performing.
   “Courtney, you're such a big slut!” my dad laughed. I could tell he was jacking off as they all watched me. “You're fucking a dog!”
   I was already going through a second orgasm that made me shudder from head to toe, the spasms in my cunt seeming to grow in intensity. I was working my sweaty hips against the Labrador Retriever, rocking back and forth on my hands and knees, finally finding the rhythm of his ravaging motion and taking every inch of his big stiff cock. I was also savoring every moment of the best fuck I'd ever had.
   “God, Daddy, it feels so great!” I panted out. “He's like a fucking machine!”
   Jackson's hot breath was in my ear, his covered paws gripping me tightly as he pistoned that big reddish-pink cock into me repeatedly.
   My bare ass was so slick with sweat, I was afraid he'd slide off me, but my cunt and his dog-cock were clearly a magical match (and so tightly together because of the huge knot within me), that he easily managed to stay in place.
   Then the dog's thick penis suddenly jerked within me, throbbing as insanely as my cunt was, and I came that third time with a wild, sick excitement coursing through me, knowing he was shooting streams of thick cum deeply into me.
   In fact, he filled my sweet little 11-year-old twat to overflowing with dog jism.
   “Honey, he's getting his rocks off in your pussy!” my dad was laughing. “I can't believe it! This is great! You're fucking a dog!”
   “It's the best fuck ever!” I said.
   And a quick moment later, Jackson finally pulled out with a loud wet suction sound that I'll always remember, his knot coming free of my cunt as his big red cock left me. And that's when I asked my dad to fuck me and Tim screwed me in the butt and Sandra licked all that cum out of me.
   And then Jackson fucked me yet again.
   Later that night, Sandra told us, “I know where there's a wild incest party tomorrow night. There'll be other pets there, too.”
   “Count us in,” my father volunteered. To me, he asked, “Is that okay with you, Courtney?”
   I nodded.
   This would be our first incest swinger party, the group my dad and I'd both eventually join for a lot of our future dirty fun, both at home and on the road.
   “I want to try a gangbang, too,” I added. And when I looked to my dad, he nodded in agreement with a little smile. He knew what a giant slut I already was at that young age. “I want to fuck every guy there!”
   “You're going to be very popular,” Sandra said.
   “And, Daddy…” I started. “You just have to get me a big dog like this!”
   But my father just gave me a look.
   “Maybe when you're older,” he said. “For right now, we don't need you mother catching you fucking your own pet.”
   I thought it over.
   “Oh, yeah.” I knew he was right-I'd never resist the lure if I had my own dog. “Good point.”

   At my most recent therapy session, I found myself believing Dr. Jennifer Grayson was finally becoming aroused (maybe just the slightest) at the erotic details I presented; if anything, at the sheer frantic intensity of my secret sex-life.
   I knew she was a sex therapist, for God's sake, conditioned to hearing the dirtiest hot and heavy stuff all the time, and I wasn't even telling her my most exotic or erotic dirty details, but still-
   It was a warm August morning and we were once again facing each other in her office, in our respective cordovan armchairs. So far, the one-sided conversation (me talking or answering questions) had already made my pussy as wet and as itchy for attention as it could be.
   “Courtney, perhaps you could…elaborate on your most recent activities with your cousin, Charlene…”
   I swear Dr. Grayson's breathing quickened just the faintest increment, her bottom shifting slightly more often in her leather seat, as I talked about the last time I got together with my oversexed cousin.
   Charlene, now 28-years-old, had turned out just like me, very much the eager bi-sexual adventuress. Even though she was happily married to a good man-who knew nothing of the dirty fun we shared-she often managed to get away for drawn-out afternoon gangbangs with the younger set.
   These were mostly teen boys who bagged groceries or mowed lawns or delivered the paper.
   I asked Dr. Grayson, “Do the gangbangs we do, Char and I, shock you?”
   She merely fixed me with a look. “Nothing shocks me, Courtney,” she said. “Nor surprises me. I've quite literally heard it all.”
   Not all, I thought. Maybe almost all, but I was certain my story-had I chosen to tell it all-would definitely shock or surprise her.
   “The age of consent here happens to be 16-years-old,” I reminded her, who nodded without surprise. “Which is roughly the 10th grade, regardless of how many of them, uh, participate.”
   “Go on…”
   The details that concerned her involved Charlene and I, both naked and sweaty at a local motel a few days earlier, surrounded by seven or eight horny (also naked) young teens.
   “We put on a little show for them” I explained. “To stimulate the boys.”
   My therapist suddenly had a fine sheen of perspiration just above her lovely upper lip, which she almost too-casually wiped away with a tissue. She even subtly swallowed, in anticipation I believed, of the details to follow.
   “Please continue, Courtney…”
   I gave her a look. “Couldn't I just call you Jennifer?” I asked. “'Dr. Grayson' seems so…stuffy, after all this time together.”
   “I'm afraid that would be inappropriate,” she said, somewhat stiffly.
   “Fine,” I nodded. “Anyway, Char and I put on an erotic show, as the boys stood around us, all fully erect. First we licked each other, then we took turns with a large strap-on dildo, fucking each other in a variety of interesting positions. It pretty much drove the boys crazy.”
   Ms. Grayson nodded thoughtfully, clearly picturing it. “I see. And did you, or your cousin, feel any shame-in the least-at your actions…?”
   “Not really,” I admitted, thinking back. “Right after, the boys fucked us so much we could barely walk. Or sometimes Char and I did a 69 on our sides so two of them could fuck us from behind at the same time.”
   “Right,” she wrote something down. “And how long did that go on?”
   I remembered it well enough.
   “About three hours,” I said. “The actual gangbang part. They kept fucking us, one after another, in our butts, too. They also masturbated in our faces and mouths and on our boobs-we were drenched in cum!”
   Ms. Grayson nodded as if this was perfectly acceptable behavior for a couple of wholesome young suburban women, but then looked directly at me.
   “And what about the incest?”
   That got my attention.
   “What incest?” I asked, a little too quickly. And then, realizing, “Oh…you mean because Charlene and I are cousins.”
   “Exactly,” she wrote something again. “Did that element of your…activity cause you any particular shame? Or alarm?”
   If only she knew.
   “Char and I started going down on each other when we were very young,” I told her. “I can't remember ever being ashamed about anything we did together. It all just felt so…natural.”
   Ms. Grayson nodded again, then looked carefully through her notes.
   “Courtney,” she started slowly, then met my gaze. “Perhaps you can…fully elaborate on those much earlier times with Charlene.”
   This was getting interesting. She'd never asked for this much detail before. I figured, what the heck, I'd see just how exciting I could make my session this time.
   “Okay, the first time I used my fingers on Char, we were sharing my bed and I was trying to masturbate under the covers, without letting her know…”
   “Please go on…”

   Directly after my session with my sex therapist that morning, I went home and made a call to the sexy little 10-year-old girl I'd met at the arcade the week before, with her two young boyfriends. She'd given me her cell phone number.
   Her name turned out to be Tara.
   “It's you,” she said, sounding genuinely pleased. “Wow, It's making my pussy all wet just hearing your voice!”
   “Are your parents at home?” I wanted to know.
   “Yes, but I'm in my room with the door closed,” she said. “And now I'm pushing down my pants and lying across my bed. Now I've got my panties down and my knees spread apart and I'm fingerfucking myself…Ohhh, now I'm really fingerfucking myself!”
   “Give me a minute to get my vibrator…”
   “Okay, but I can't wait, I'm gonna come in about two seconds,” she said shakily. “Like, right now! Ohhhh, yes, yes…”
   So we got each other off a few times doing the phone sex thing. She then eagerly gave me the number for her 19-year-old married big sister, so we could arrange to all get together.
   I called her next.
   The big sister's name was Sharon and she seemed every bit as sexually wanton as I'd been told.
   “Tara said you had a big friendly dog,” the big sister said, right off. “I've never tried that. Is it fun, getting fucked by him?”
   I had to smile at her boldness. I mean, we hadn't even met.
   “Our dog's a gorgeous Alaskan Malamute and he'll fuck you so hard it'll make your teeth rattle,” I told her. “He'll lick your pussy, too-but, then, so will I. And so will my 10-year-old daughter, Lucy.”
   There was a brief silence on the phone. Then:
   “Tara said you licked her cunt in your car so good, she keeps dreaming about it,” the big sister said. “You sound like a lot of fun. It's still early enough, so I can probably work something out for tonight. I'll bring Tara and her two little boyfriends.”
   Now it was my turn to ask, “Have they fucked you yet? They've got such hard little cocks-”
   She laughed. “Not yet, but that's why we're coming over. Tara also said your own boy would probably be there…he can fuck me, too.”
   “My son's twelve and he'll definitely want to,” I told her. “We're all looking forward to it.”
   “The more the merrier.”
   And so Sharon and I set it all up.
 

****

 
   Our private orgy took place at my home that very evening.
   Both of my children were able to stay up late because they were out of school for the summer. Wildly excited at the prospect of a naked fun party, James and Lucy helped me around the house, cleaning up and then making certain the drapes were tightly drawn, upstairs and down, against anyone seeing in.
   Our dog, Sampson, trotted around behind us.
   He wasn't certain what was happening, but he clearly sensed our excitement and was wagging his tail in obvious anticipation. To add to his fun, little Lucy kept reaching down and pulling on his dog-dick whenever he got close to her. She laughed every time she made it stick out stiffly from its sheath. Dark red, it was about 6” long and extremely thick, fatter even in the middle than my own father's cock, which was a real thick one itself!
   “It's so big!” she said. “I want to suck it right now.”
   I gave her a look.
   “Settle down, young lady,” I said. “You're confusing him. And be polite and just wait for our guests.”
   “Yes, mother,” she said, then laughed again in her little-girl way. “I'd hate to waste Sampson's cum! Maybe I'll suck off James, instead.”
   Her brother looked to her with a bright smile, then unzipped his jeans and pulled out his small 12-year-old cock. It was already hard. He waved it at her.
   “Go right ahead,” he offered. “You and mom can suck it together…”
   I couldn't believe it-what was wrong with these kids? We had their first sex party to get ready for.
   “Lucy, go upstairs and make certain all the beds have clean sheets,” I told her. To James, I said, “Put your dick away and help me in the kitchen. Now.”
 

****

 
   Sharon pulled up in our driveway just before seven o'clock that evening. It was still light out, but the neighbors had no reason to suspect anything other than a normal visit was about to take place.
   She was driving a new Chevy SUV and the moment her vehicle stopped, out popped little Tara and the two young boys. All three kids were in shorts and tee-shirts. Their pure excitement was clearly evident as they rushed to our side door, laughing and almost wrestling with one another to be first.
   “We've got until about eleven o'clock tonight,” Sharon informed me with a knowing smile as they came inside. “They're all supposed to be at the video arcade with me, then get ice cream afterwards. So…”
   I closed and locked the door, then turned to them. I was in a light blue shorty silk robe, flimsy and sashed at the waist, yet tight enough to accentuate my jiggling breasts and rubbery firm ass.
   “James and Lucy are in the family room,” I said. “They're so excited.”
   “We all are,” Tara said. “Sharon kept grabbing at the boy's dicks all the way over here!”
   “They started it,” the older girl claimed. “Grabbing my tits and squeezing my crotch through my clothes while I was trying to drive.”
   I had to laugh. “I know what that feels like,” I told her. “Boys!”
   Tara's big sister was a sultry-looking 19-year-old, a Goth girl, it turned out, pitch black hair cut moderately short, two eyebrow rings, dark purple lipstick on a full, sensuous mouth and a small tattoo of a Chinese symbol on her neck.
   “Not what you expected?” she asked with a smile as I checked her out. “My husband's really straight, and boring, but I go my own way.”
   “Plus, she comes really fast!” Tara threw in. “You'll see…”
   Sharon's body was fantastic, slim but with large, naturally-heavy breasts unfettered under a lightweight Army-green tank top. Her nipples were already erect, her trim waist smooth and flat. She wore tight jean shorts with a wide metal-studded belt, her ass so round and perfect I just wanted to bite it.
   “You're hot as hell,” I said to her. “Let me just do this…”
   And I reached out and slipped my hand up under her top, squeezing one of her big boobs. I marveled at the firm fullness of it, at its solid weight, then squeezed the other one as well. She just stood there smiling, then raised her arms to help me as I pulled her tank top up and over her head.
   When her bare boobs bounced free, we all had to stare. God, they were so gorgeous! And surprisingly, she had no tattoos or piercings on them, her dark rubbery nipples so swollen and distended I couldn't wait to suck one. But I managed to control myself.
   “God, your tits are so perfect!” I said. “I had to see them-”
   “Us, too!” echoed the two young boys, staring. “They're huge!”
   And unlike me (meaning that the two preteen boys were unable to control themselves), their small hands went straight to Sharon's large bare breasts, touching and squeezing them, pulling at her nipples, and laughing as the young wife let them openly fondle her.
   “They're all yours,” she told them. “But in return, your dicks are mine…”
   And she reached down and quickly yanked down each boys shorts, leaving them on the floor. Sharon then began squeezing their rigid little cocks, both of her hands busy as her breathing (and theirs!) grew quickly more uneven. Tara, no stranger to her sister's superb body, quickly unbelted and unzipped the Goth girl's shorts and slipped a slim hand into both the front and the back of them.
   It was no surprise when she immediately started fingerfucking the girl. It was also obvious she was sticking her little fingers into her sister's asshole.
   “Ohhh, God!” Sharon was already panting at the attention. “I'm going to come just standing here!”
   I loved watching it, the four of them getting more wildly excited by the moment, but quickly said, “Let's go into the family room for even more dirty fun…”
 

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   When the five of us walked into the room (Sharon's big dark nipples and open shorts leading the way), we discovered my son James was also in just a tee-shirt (like the two boys), naked from the waist down. His cock was also hard and standing straight up.
   But he had the added advantage of his little sister Lucy-she was on her skinny knees in front of him, jacking him off and licking and sucking his erection wetly.
   We'd earlier unrolled and put down a large square of carpet remnant to protect our regular carpet, carefully purchased just for such fun-it was too damn difficult getting cum stains and pussy juice out of good fabric!
   Anyway, Tara and the two young boys just stared at my son and daughter, mesmerized by the scene.
   “I love it!” the half-naked Goth girl laughed at the sight. “This is fantastic!”
   “Hey,” James waved with a grin, his hips working slowly. He was gently fucking his kid sister's open mouth. “We couldn't wait-sorry.”
   Lucy managed to look over. With her sweet pink tongue licking wet circles around the smooth, unblemished head of her brother's stiff cock, she waved to our guests with an uncertain little smile.
   She was the shy one, but I knew it wouldn't last long. Once she got going, sexually, she was virtually insatiable, a 10-year-old version of her always-aroused mother, yours truly.
   “My daughter loves her big brother's dick,” I told them, unnecessarily, due to the visual demonstration they were getting. I added proudly, “Look how sweet and sexy she is!”
   Lucy had chosen her own outfit, which I'd helped her fit together.
   She wore a tiny black lace garter belt with thigh-high black fishnet nylons, tightly-fitting black crotchless panties and two bright red ribbons in her hair, one on each side. All of this contrasted perfectly with her pale white nakedness. Even her miniscule pink nipples on her flat narrow chest, both of them pointy and stiff, stood out in stark contrast.
   She let go of her brother's slender cock and politely stood up to face us.
   The vivid pink slash of her hairless little cunt gaped through the opening of her lacy crotchless panties, adding even further contrast. It was obvious, even from where we stood, that her sweet little-girl slit was already swollen with excitement and glistening wetly. Her bare inner thighs, visible between the lacy black garter straps and over the tops of her black nylons, were coated with tiny rivers of shiny lubrication overflowing from her luscious pussy.
   She was a little girl who got wet, wet, wet!
   “James and Lucy, this is Tara and her big sister Sharon,” I introduced them, pointing to each. “The two boys are brothers, Ray and Clifford. Tara and Ray finished the 4th grade together and Clifford was in the 5th grade this last year. You have my permission to do any dirty sex thing you can come up with…”
   “Great,” James laughed. And he looked right at 19-year-old Sharon. “I want to fuck that girl!”
   Sharon smiled to him in return, then pushed down her shorts and panties, stepped over them, and stood naked for my son to see. It was clear the boy couldn't decide whether to keep his eyes fastened on her large, swinging breasts or the slutty girl's mostly-shaved crotch. She was obviously already wet, the thick outer lips of her mature pussy swollen and slightly parted. She'd left a single tuft of her tightly curled pubic hair, raven black, at the very top.
   “You can fuck me first, James,” she said. “Since you're the man of the house.”
   He smiled broadly at that.
   But the real center of attention was Sampson, our good-looking multi-colored Alaskan Malamute. He was so well-behaved he'd sat there, off to the side, without moving or whining while Lucy sucked off her brother James. Attesting to our family pet's sexual excitement though, the dog's healthy-sized red cock was stiff and sticking entirely out of its sheath, clearly visible to all of us.
   “Look at that beautiful dog!” Sharon said. She couldn't look away. “God, look at his big dick!”
   I motioned the dog over.
   Sampson couldn't wait-he eagerly jumped up and trotted over, obediently, certainly knowing what was to be expected of him. After all, he'd been mounting me regularly since we got him. And he fucked me nearly blind every time he climbed onto me, pumping his hard dog-cock into me with insanely hard thrusts until I was hoarsely groaning and panting and begging for even more.
   In fact, all we had to do was bring out the carpet remnant and his big red cock would instantly get hard.
   “Sit, Sampson,” I commanded, which he did, directly in front of me.
   I opened my shorty robe, then shrugged it off my bare shoulders, giving them all a good look at my own slender nakedness.
   My breasts were firmed solid with arousal, my nipples distended into hard points and my smoothly bare cunt pouting open and slippery wet. I stood with my bare feet wide apart, my succulent cunt right in the dog's face, yet he made no move other than to tamely sniff at my crotch, his tongue lolling out.
   “Okay, boy.”
   And with that he started eagerly licking up into my pink pussy, yet stayed in position on his haunches. Little whimpering noises of excitement escaped him as he burrowed his nose into my slick opening, his tongue working feverishly at me.
   With my fingers, I pulled back the slippery little hood protecting my clit. He went right for it, lapping and licking at it noisily until my legs were trembling with the completely perverted sensations coursing through me.
   An experienced dog licking your cunt can definitely make you come real hard…or maybe it's just the very wrongness of it.
   “This dog can really fuck,” I pointed out, shakily, mainly to Sharon. “And he comes loads, more cum than I've ever seen. Or swallowed.”
   “I'll say!” my little Lucy added. “When he fucks my mom doggy-style, it pours out of her pussy and runs down the backs of her legs. Or if she sucks him, it goes all over her face. It's always a huge mess!”
   “But huge fun, too!” I had to say. And then, “Enough, Sampson.”
   And our handsome Alaskan Malamute stopped licking me and relaxed into a sitting position again, awaiting further commands. His cock looked even more swollen than before, the tip of it dripping a single strand of clear fluid that formed a tiny puddle on the carpet remnant beneath him.
   “My God,” the Goth girl breathed, awe in her voice. “I am so fucking wet!”
   She looked around the room-two girls and three boys, all between 10-years-old and 12-years-old, two so-called adults (she and I, both major sluts), and a big dog with a big red cock just waiting to use it.
   “So…” she breathed. “Where should we start?”
   She and all of the kids looked to me, which made Sampson look up to me with an expectant expression, too, if that was possible. Maybe I only imagined his almost-human emotions, but for a dog, I knew he was damn intuitive.
   Anyway, as I was the oldest there, the actual grown-up (supposedly), I apparently became the person in charge of all our dirty fun.
   “Okay,” I started, mainly addressing the sexy Goth girl. “I'll be the ringmaster, at least at first. But once we get going, anything goes…”
   And with that, I showed them my largest vibrator, a black bumpy monster of about 12” with a big round head, a thick shaft and the speed control on the base. When I turned it on, to give them all a listen at full speed, the excitement in the room was electric.
   I then turned it off, saving the batteries for later.
   “Whoa!” Sharon laughed. “That got my pussy even more soaked!”
   My daughter Lucy gave the naked Goth girl a wicked look. “My mom calls me Juicy Lucy because I get so wet, too,” she told her. Then, with her patented little-girl smile, “I'll lick your wet pussy if you'll lick mine…”
   “That'd be perfect,” Sharon agreed.
   Lucy looked to skinny little Tara then, who was looking right back at her, studying her with apparent approval. I noticed that Lucy was standing with a narrow hip cocked to the side, her outfit of garter belt, fishnet nylons and crotchless panties making her look like the youngest hooker in the world. Especially with her wet little-girl cunt and bare ass right out in the open.
   “I'll lick your pussy, too, Tara,” my daughter added. “We're in the same grade, I guess…”
   See? She was getting over her initial shyness already.
   “I'll arrange you all, just to start,” I said. “Come on, kids…Sharon, get on your hands and knees in the middle here…”
   So I put together the entire group, giving each of them a spot, as if I was arranging the furniture. As I did so, though, I kept in mind that it might be fun to get Sampson terrifically worked up by starting the fucking without him, just holding him back and letting him watch.
   When our dog finally fucked 19-year-old Goth girl Sharon, I wanted it to be one for the record books.
   “Stay, Sampson,” I told him, and he did exactly that, sitting ramrod straight, though his clear eagerness to join in the fun had him trembling. His cock was so hard it looked ready to explode. “You'll get your turn,” I promised, though I knew he couldn't understand.
   I placed Sharon in the center of us, on her hands and knees, but she dropped down onto her elbows so her round bare ass was sticking up in the air. Her cunt was thickly swollen and so hot and juicy I could not only see straight up her pulsing pink hole, I could smell the sharp excitement of it. Her asshole was a dark circle of puckered flesh, the tiny hole itself twitching for attention.
   So I stuck my finger up her butt, getting a quick gasp from her as her anus tightly gripped my finger, then pulled it out and motioned my son over.
   “Right here, James,” I positioned the boy kneeling behind her. “Start in her cunt but pull out and finish in her asshole when you come.”
   He laughed as I took his hard 12-year-old cock in my hand and slipped the swollen head of it into the older girl's pussy.
   “Thanks, Mom,” he shook his head, his hands gripping her bare hips as he slowly pushed himself to the hilt in her, savoring every inch wetly going in as he often did with me. “But I can handle it from here…”
   “Ohhh God, that's so good,” Sharon moaned at the sensation as he entered her. “I can feel you throbbing away in there!”
   Little Tara had slipped off her shorts and panties, but left on her tee-shirt, the slit of her 10-year-old cunt nearly as bright pink as my own daughter's sweet pink cunt. They were kneeling side-by-side, fondling and exploring Sharon's naked body, but I noticed Tara also had her free hand in the lacy opening of Lucy's crotchless panties, fingerfucking her.
   “That feels great,” my daughter breathed. “Stay on my clit like that…”
   “Your mother licked my pussy,” Tara told Lucy. “Until I came. And I licked hers.”
   “We do that all the time,” Lucy said proudly. “Mom said I make her come better than anybody with my mouth-”
   “We'll see…” the other tiny 10-year-old girl responded, a clear challenge. “God, I love your little outfit-it's so slutty!”
   “And I love your fingers in my pussy,” Lucy admitted. “But let's do a 69.”
   “Yes!” the other youngster immediately agreed. “Yes, yes…”
   And the half-naked Tara rolled onto her back, twisted around and pulled my daughter on top of her, mouth to cunt, skinny legs and knees getting comfortable. With each of their innocent faces pressed into the other girls' crotch, their small tongues wasted no time getting to know each other.
   Sampson sat watching, panting with anticipation, but minding his doggy manners as always. His deep brown eyes went from my son energetically fucking Sharon dog-style to my daughter and her little friend feverishly licking each other. He seemed confused at being left out, but was obedient enough to stay in place, even though it was clearly just about killing him.
   This was a young but experienced dog used to fucking and getting his dick sucked all night.
   Ray, the younger of the two brothers, his small cock sticking straight out, was kneeling in front of Sharon, his brother Clifford, just as erect, beside him. The naked Goth girl was sucking them both off at the same time, both stiff dicks in her mouth. Her expression was intense as she expertly used her tongue to further inflame them, both boys breathing hard and fast.
   “This isn't fair,” Tara suddenly complained, even though she was getting her share of the fun by licking and kissing my daughter's little pussy, exactly as her own was being licked. “We want a dick, too!”
   “Yeah,” Lucy joined in with her new best friend. “We need some fucking while we eat each other!”
   Ray looked over at that.
   “I'll fuck you, Lucy,” he told her. “I already fucked your mom.”
   Clifford added, “We both fucked your mom.”
   James laughed at that, pumping with ever-quicker thrusts into Sharon. The wet sound of their fucking was growing more pronounced, the older girl's cunt literally gushing her oily juices. She kept groaning and urging him on, pushing her bare ass back into him.
   “Everybody's fucked our mom,” my son said. “But I'm the only one, so far, that's fucked my little sister.”
   True enough.
   The night before, with all three of us naked in my big king-sized bed upstairs, we'd managed to finally work just the velvety smooth head of James' cock into little Lucy's sweet cunt. Which still counted as fucking, if you think about it.
   “That's far enough in!” my daughter had moaned, her skinny bare inner thighs trembling. “For now. Just fuck me like this…”
   “Tell me if it hurts,” James told her, looking into her eyes. “And I'll stop.”
   Lucy just laughed at that.
   “You'd better not stop!” she informed him with a dirty smile. “I want you to fuck me as good as you fuck mom, just not so deep.”
   And so, holding himself up off of her narrow chest with both hands (and with their bright eyes glued to one another), James pumped gently but steadily into his younger sister's pussy until she jerked taut with a groan as she suddenly climaxed.
   Her orgasm triggered his, his hot semen spurting wetly into her tiny slit but then backwashing out of her tight pussy and draining down into the narrow crack of her sweaty little ass.
   I know because I was right there, staring directly into the sloppy wet junction of their first fuck.
   That had been the high point of the night for all of us.
   Now, though, with all three young boys, including my son, wanting to fuck my little girl, I had to decide whether to let her go through with it.
   I knew in advance she'd be sucking all three of their cocks, but actual fucking (even with their little cocks only part-way into her) by a boy other than her own brother was still up in the air. James could fuck her, of course, since he already had, but I was still uncertain about the other two boys.
   I also knew, from our conversation on the phone earlier that day, that Tara planned on letting all three boys finally fuck her at our sex party. The little 10-year-old, of course, had been letting the two brothers screw her between the cheeks of her sweet little ass, but she now felt she was ready for the real thing.
   Before I could say anything, though, the front doorbell rang, the sound causing each of us to freeze in place.
   “Uh oh,” I said. “Don't make any sound…”
   And, still naked, I quickly moved to the far window of the living room and pulled the heavy drapes back the slightest amount so as not to be noticed. There was a dark car I didn't recognize parked in our driveway. From where I stood, I could see the driveway, but not our front porch.
   I went back into the family room.
   “Who is it?” my son asked, his stiff cock halfway into Sharon's slippery cunt, his hands tightly gripping her bare hips. “Can you tell?”
   I shook my head, gathering up my shorty robe and slipping it on.
   “I can't see who it is,” I said. And then, realizing, I asked, “Sharon, do you think your husband followed you over?”
   She just laughed.
   “He'd never do that,” she assured me. “He's too busy out drinking with his friends instead of staying home to fuck me like he should.”
   Our dog Sampson, I could tell, was also alert to a possible stranger at the door, but was so well-trained he wouldn't move until I gave him permission. His ears were pointed straight up, his front legs trembling with the need to get into action.
   Of course, he still had an enormous hard-on, so he was probably more intent on joining our sex party than protecting the house.
   As I went to see, I heard James quietly tell Sharon, “I'll keep fucking you, but real slow so we don't make any noise.”
   But even as slowly as he moved, I could still hear the wetness of her moisture-filled cunt as he again pushed himself deeply into her.
   “Ohhh God,” the Goth girl groaned. “That feels so good and I'm so close to coming…”
   “Keep it down in there,” I said back over my shoulder. “I'm going to the door.”
   From where I stood in the foyer, I could still smell the obvious scent of sex, of pussy wetness and sweat. I shook my head, sighed, and partly opened the front door. By keeping it in front of me, and standing mostly behind it in my shorty robe, it effectively blocked the view back into the family room.
   When I saw who was standing there, though, I almost fell over with surprise.
   “My God, what are you doing here?” I blurted out.

   Standing on our front porch was Dr. Jennifer Grayson, my sex therapist, holding her small leather notebook in both hands. She nodded to me, a confident smile on her pretty face, clearly expecting me to drop everything, meaning anything I'd been doing, and talk to her.
   After all, it was my sexual problem she was apparently here to help with.
   “As part of your therapy, Courtney, I need to observe your home life,” she told me, her bright green eyes subtly trying to peer past me into the darkened house. “If I'd called first, it wouldn't be as…spontaneous.”
   Because it was after normal hours, she wore a simple white blouse tucked into a pair of tight designer jeans, spotlessly white tennis shoes and, as always, her large oval glasses. I'll admit, she was exceptionally striking, her slender figure enhanced by the unmistakable size of her womanly breasts and the firm-looking roundness of her great ass.
   “I hope this isn't an inconvenient time,” she added.
   I merely stared at her from around the door, trapped. It was clear she'd noted my skimpy robe, hastily wrapped around me, and-as a trained expert-probably even the growing panic in my eyes.
   Of course, there was also that subtle smell of hot pussy in the air.
   “Well…” I started, awkwardly. “No one's here-my kids are staying with their father tonight, so there's no 'home life' to, uh, observe…”
   She gave me a professional little smile.
   “It's not even dark out, yet you've got all the drapes closed and you're almost naked,” she said. “Are you up to some sexual activity in there, a group thing with strangers, perhaps?”
   I almost managed to look shocked. Almost.
   “No, I'm all alone tonight,” I said. “Just me.”
   She nodded, then smiled again.
   “Were you masturbating?” she asked, opening her notebook and extracting a slim silver pen. “After all, we both know you're a sex addict-”
   I shook my head.
   “Not tonight,” I cut her off. “I've got a headache, so I'm not in the mood.”
   She began to smile at my slight attempt at humor, but at that moment absolute pandemonium broke loose from the direction of the family room.
   “Holy Christ!” I head my son yell. “Stop it! Stop!”
   This was followed by a piercing scream from Sharon that ended abruptly with a loud strangled gasp.
   “Mom, come quick!” little Lucy called out, urgently. “Sampson's knocked James down and he's fucking the Goth girl to death!”
   The rapid sounds of dog barks, yipping, high childish screams and wild scuffling suddenly followed from our family room. This caused Dr. Grayson and I to trade a quick look, frozen for a scant instant, before we both rushed in to help with whatever!
   At the open archway to the family room, we stopped in stunned disbelief at the sight that greeted us.
   “Good Lord!” the doctor gasped, possibly surprised (maybe even shocked!) for the first time in her professional life. “My God, this is a madhouse!”
   And it was.
   The naked 19-year-old Sharon was still on her knees, her hands clutching desperately at the carpet as Sampson fucked her doggy-style like the wild animal he was. His paws were wrapped so tightly around her waist she could not break free, his big red cock driving furiously into her sloppy wet cunt.
   “Fuck, he's killing me!” the Goth girl gasped. “Ohhh God!”
   Her dark purple lipstick was smeared across her mouth from sucking off the two young brothers, her raven hair sweaty and wild, her face contorted into an intense mask of both pleasure and pain.
   She did, in fact, look insane.
   “But I love it!” she panted. “Fuck me, damn it, fuck me, fuck me even harder!”
   James and the two younger brothers, all naked from the waist down (their skinny cocks stiff and waving about wildly) were trying to pull our dog off Sharon as we first walked in. But then they stopped trying and simply stood back.
   “She loves it!” Ray announced. “He's fucking her brains out!”
   “That's her cunt he's fucking,” Clifford pointed out. “Her brains are at the other end…”
   “We'll all fuck her as soon as Sampson's done,” James announced. “She's got such a great pussy!”
   No doubt.
   “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” Sharon kept repeating, her bare ass squirming back into Sampson as she tried to take his ramming dog-cock even deeper. “Yes, yes! I've never been fucked this good! Goddamn, I fucking love it!”
   Sampson, in fact, was thrusting into her wet cunt so rapidly she was being scooted forward, inch by inch, across the carpet remnant, her knees certain to be rug-burned. It was clear to me then that, even though he was the best-trained and most obedient dog in the whole world, he had his limits.
   And the Goth girl's succulent 19-year-old cunt was apparently that limit.
   “This can't be happening!” Dr. Jennifer Grayson gasped, shaking her head as if the scene before her couldn't be true. “I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming…”
   We both then noticed little 10-year-old Lucy in her black garter belt and crotchless panties.
   She was sprawled on the carpet with her skinny bare thighs spread wide while an equally small and young Tara was holding her down, laughing crazily and pressing just the humming tip of my giant black vibrator against my daughter's wetly-parted pink cunt.
   It was obvious Tara was centering the vibrating love-tool directly on my daughter's ultra-sensitive little clit.
   “Mommy!” Lucy called out, panting. “Tara keeps making me come! Here I go again…oh, God, my pussy won't stop coming! Uhhhhh! Uhh!”
   Both little girls were so engrossed in Lucy's multiple orgasms, but also so aroused at the sight of our canine fucking the living shit out of Sharon, that they didn't even notice my stunned therapist standing next to me.
   “I can explain, Dr. Grayson,” I started, but then suddenly knew I couldn't. “Oh God, I'm so sorry…”
   With a sigh of defeat, I turned to her, but then saw that her bright green eyes seemed even brighter than usual, unnaturally so. In fact, they were fixed upon our big dog frenziedly fucking Sharon. The doctor was also tightly clutching her notebook and pen, paralyzed, I guess, by the craziness before her very eyes.
   “Dr. Grayson…” I asked, but she waved me aside with a vague gesture. “Doctor, are you okay…?”
   She nodded numbly, as if in a trance, her expression rapt.
   “I've only heard about activities like this,” she whispered, as if afraid of disturbing the complicated scene taking place in our presence. “I've never actually seen it.” She finally turned to me. “My older sister's an anthropologist and does field studies in the wild, but I've never done any such thing…”
   And she turned back to the sexual 'field study' before her.
   “What kind of dog is that?” she asked breathlessly, raising her pen once again. “He's a very attractive animal, isn't he?”
   So I told her, but then noticed she was only going through the motions-she wasn't actually writing anything down. She nodded, though, as if fascinated by the big handsome dog humping our sweet-assed Goth guest, both of us swallowing hard when Sharon climaxed loudly, yet again.
   “I'm coming, I'm coming so fucking good!” the girl panted, squirming insanely with the sick pleasure of it all. She then announced to her kid sister, “Tara, we're getting a goddamn dog the first thing tomorrow morning!”
   “All right!” the half-naked little 10-year-old called out, from where she was pressing my vibrator against my groaning daughter's cunt. “But a smaller dog, so I can get fucked, too…”
   “We'll see,” her big sister said, agreeing to nothing. Then, thinking, “We may actually need two dogs!”
   From where Dr. Jennifer Grayson and I stood watching, it was obvious the exact moment Sampson finally ejaculated into Sharon, his low growling yips signaling his apparent relief as giant spurts of his ropy dog-cum began shooting deeply into the girl's cunt. As expected, the overload of it spilled out in a gush of thick wetness that ran down the backs of her firm young thighs.
   I definitely knew that sensation.
   “Oh God,” Dr. Jennifer moaned involuntarily. “Look at that!”
   I looked to her closely. As in most cases, timing is everything.
   “Doctor, are you aroused at seeing this?” I boldly asked her. “Is it possible your pussy's all wet?”
   Without turning to me, she rather watched with astonishment as Sampson disengaged from our wildly trembling guest. His huge red cock was still hard and swollen as he pulled it free, the large knot of it wetly popping out last, and she said mostly to herself:
   “It's so big-I can't believe she took the whole thing!”
   “I take it all the time,” I admitted to her, which got me a quick look. “His big dog-cock, that is. And Sampson can fuck all night. I've never had a man who could keep up with him-”
   Dr. Grayson swallowed hard again, nodding as if I'd admitted nothing extraordinary, then asked, “You mean he can do it again, right away?”
   And that, of course, was the question of the night.
   “Am I getting charged for your time here?” I wanted to know. “Or has this become more of a…personal visit?”
   I could tell she was thinking about it.
   “More personal than professional,” she finally admitted. “A study, I think.”
   But I'd already started unbuttoning her blouse by then and, without a hint of resistance from her, unsnapped the clasp at the front of her large bra.
   “Maybe a little of both…” she added. “I'll consider this field work, at no charge to you.”
   When Dr. Jennifer Grayson's substantial bare breasts burst free, I took them in both hands, fondling their warmth, then leaned down and sucked at her large dark nipples. First one, as it firmed up even harder in my mouth, and then the other.
   She began trembling with a series of little involuntary shudders.
   “Courtney, you're my favorite patient,” the good doctor admitted. “Your erotic adventures always drive me wild-though I couldn't let you know that, of course, without violating my professional ethics.”
   I kissed her full on the mouth then, my tongue hotly finding hers, then pulled away to unsnap her jeans. We were both shaky with excitement as I slid my hand into the front of her panties, easily finding her exceptionally wet cunt with my fingers.
   “I've dreamed of this,” she admitted with a little gasp. “Oh, God, but it feels so wrong!”
   She reached for me, though, wrong or not, helping me shrug off the skimpy robe I'd thrown on to answer the door. I stood naked before her. Her breath quickened as she touched my breasts, then squeezed each one so that my dark pink nipples stuck out pointedly for her.
   “Do you want to get fucked by our big dog?” I asked. “If you don't mind waiting your turn…”
   She gave me an odd little smile, reacting with the slightest little start when I wiggled my fingers in her. Her cunt was super-wet, her pubic hair damp and matted with her slick lubrication, and she jerked again as I began earnestly fingerfucking her within the confines of her opened jeans.
   “Do you like that, Dr. Grayson?” I asked, squeezing her entire pubic mound as well and getting a quick little moan from her. “And, again, will you be staying for the further dog fucking tonight?”
   She nodded to me.
   “It's necessary for my…field work,” she announced, trembling. “I may even write a paper on it, without using any actual names, of course.”
   “Of course,” I said.
   Her bright green eyes, sparkling and genuinely beautiful, I noticed, went back to the action in the family room. I, of course, continued to fingerfuck her as we stood watching the lewd activity before us.
   Little Tara and Lucy had moved to each side of Sampson, their small hands pulling on his still-hard dog-cock. Cheating wife and 19-year-old Goth girl Sharon was now straddling my son, James, his hard young cock buried in her slippery dog-cum-filled cunt from below while the even younger boy, Clifford, was kneeling behind her, furiously fucking her in the ass at the same time.
   His brother Ray was kneeling in front of her and quickly jacking off in her face, her dark purple lipstick still smeared, her black hair wild, the Goth girl's moist tongue eagerly licking at the swollen head of his stiff little dick when his cum started jetting out in thin, erratic streams into her mouth.
   “Doctor, let's get your pants off,” I said, sweetly. “So I can lick your pussy until you come…”
   My sex therapist turned back to me then, all pretense of professionalism gone. At the moment, she was merely a horny little slut like me, drawn into my own dark world of depraved and unconscionable sexuality, and concerned only with getting every bit of lewd pleasure she could get.
   “I'd expect no less,” she said, with a wicked smile I'd never seen before. “And, by the way, please call me Jennifer.”