As I've already mentioned, the very first time I joined my mother and father in their bed for a night of hot sex was the day I officially became a 9-year-old. It was my birthday, of course.
It was just after midnight and I'd been asleep in my own bed, when suddenly I was awake, alerted by my mom's urgent cries. She was moaning loudly, “Don't! Stop! Don't! Stop! Please! Oh, God, Don't! Stop!”
Which, of course, was really her coming her brains out as my father fucked her half to death, so that she was really begging him, “Don't stop! Don't stop! Please, oh God! Don't stop!”
Duh.
But at my tender young age, and half-asleep anyway, I'd raced down the hall to my parent's bedroom, thrown open the door and found my naked sweaty mother up on her hands and knees on their bed. My father was kneeling behind her with his big hard cock pounding in and out of her pussy.
“Mom!” I gasped. “Are you okay?”
She merely turned a smiling face to me at my childlike concern. And my dad, without missing a single stroke as his big cock kept plunging deeply into her, said, “Come and see for yourself, Maureen.”
And so I did.
But in reality (which I've never admitted to either of my folks), I'd known all along what they were doing: fucking like crazed weasels. And I'd merely wanted to join in on their dirty fun.
Because, even though that was my first time for sex with my own parents, I'd been eagerly instructed in a few sexual adventures well before that. And it was a secret I'd kept for a long time, not wanting to get anyone in trouble.
When I was still a child-like girl in the 2nd grade at St. Katherine's Academy, a sweet little 7-year-old with no more thought regarding sex than any other dumb kid at that age, I'd been approached by gorgeous Noelle Henderson.
Back then, dark-haired Noelle was a 10-year-old cheerleader at our school, a long-legged, tall and coltish slender girl with the very real beginnings of firm breasts and a rounded perfect ass to kill for.
She was genuinely beautiful in the classic sense, with a sweet face like an actual angel. Her large expressive brown eyes and bright smile even then drove boys and men wild.
I didn't know it at the time, but she'd already been willingly and enthusiastically participating in The Family Fun Club parties at our motel with both of her parents (and withmyparents!) for over a year. She was a real favorite there, too, a hot little preteen nympho famous for being fucked relentlessly all night by every member.
Yet still wanting even more of the same.
In fact, even though she was considered to be one of the very 'good girls' at our school, who only hung around with other 'good girl' types, Noelle was the single most oversexed girl I'd ever met. Then or now.
But I sure didn't know it at the time.
“Maureen, we need to talk,” she said softly to me one day at school, suddenly walking beside me in the hall. “Meet me in the second floor girl's bathroom at lunch. But don't tell anyone.”
I looked up to her, shocked that such an older and popular girl at St. Katherine's Academy would even know who I was.
Really. She was three years older than me, an eternity in grade school years, and spent her time with a crowd of older girls already making plans for getting into the proper college.
“Okay,” I said, nodding. “Are you sure it's me you want to talk to?”
I mean, maybe she was confusing me with another little 2nd-grader, a girl more in her own league. I was a pretty enough girl even then, I knew, and popular enough. And boys in my grade were beginning to notice me.
But that didn't mean I'd ever have a friend as beautiful or as popular or as old as Noelle Henderson herself.
“Don't worry,” the smiling 10-year-old told me. And she reached down and gave my small hand a quick squeeze, which surprised me. “I just want to talk privately with you, for a few minutes.”
I nodded, standing and watching her walk away, but wondered whatever in the world she could possibly have to say to me. As it turned out, it was about a million times more interesting than I ever could've imagined.
At St. Katherine's Academy, all the kids in all the grades in the entire school ate together in the huge cafeteria. So everyone else was busy with lunch when I slipped into the upstairs girls' bathroom.
“Hey,” Noelle said to me when she saw me. “Maureen.”
“Hi,” I said nervously. “I'm here.”
We were alone in the brightly lit tiled room.
There were four porcelain sinks with mirrors above them on one side, four stalls with closed gray doors on the other. Two old-fashioned paper towel machines were attached to the nearest wall, on the farther wall a machine which dispensed feminine napkins.
Noelle was standing in front of one of the sinks, with her well-formed butt resting against it.
“I appreciate you coming,” she started. “Do you know who I am?”
“Of course,” I smiled to her. “You're Noelle Henderson, one of the most popular and beautiful girls in the whole school…”
“Maureen!” she said, surprised. It even seemed she might have blushed. “I don't think I'm allthatgreat.”
We were both in our St. Katherine's schoolgirl uniforms, dark plaid skirts, crisp white blouses and dark blue knee socks. I had my blonde hair tied back with my usual blue scrunchie and in those days I was still wearing silver braces on my teeth.
“Well, everybody else thinks you are,” I informed her. “And so do I.”
She exhaled slowly then, shaking her head with a little smile.
“That's sweet of you to say,” she said. “Anyway, I thought we should get to know each other. I don't know if you're aware of it, but I'm averyclose friend of your mother and your father. And I've seen you around the motel-”
I gave her a look.
“Our motel?” I interrupted. “The Pink Flamingo?”
She nodded.
“I've been to some of your parent's secret parties out there,” she told me. “My mom and dad always take me. But I don't think you're supposed to know about them yet. You're too young.”
I could only stare at her.
Even at my young age, as a naive little 7-year-old, I was acutely aware thatsomethingwas going on at our motel every week. And sometimes a couple of times a week. But I was always told they were adult get-togethers, not anything I was to be concerned with. And that my bedtime was always 9 p.m. on those particular nights, instead of the usual 9:30.
Of course, I had my own television and DVD player in my room, so I'd often stay up later with the sound turned down low. But, in all that time, I never snuck out to see what was going on at the rear of our motel, in the larger connected suites.
After all, my parents told me not to.
“Secret parties?” I said to Noelle, not understanding. “Like, if they're secret, what do you do there?”
And besides, Noelle was only a bright little 10-year-old girl herself, not an adult, so why would she be allowed to go to any of my folks' adult get-togethers? It didn't make any sense, and I told her so.
“It's a little complicated,” the tallish young cheerleader explained. “I don't want to get into trouble, so if I tell you about it, you have to promise to keep it a secret. Do you think you could do that?”
I thought it over. Wow, this was getting weird. But I was definitely curious.
“Maybe,” I said slowly, not wanting to seem too eager. “But, I've never lied to my parents, so I don't know-”
Noelle stepped away from the sink then and took my two small hands in hers. She squeezed them, warmly, just like in the hall earlier. And I'll admit, it was an interesting sensation, having my hands held by another girl like that.
Especially one so popular. I thought I might even be blushing.
“You don't have to lie to them,” she promised. “Just don't volunteer that you know what I'm going to tell you. And show you.”
“Show me?” I asked, looking up at her.
My God, she really was gorgeous!
Even as a 10-year-old, Noelle had what seemed to be real breasts, and I was just about at eye level with them. They were big enough so it was obvious she was wearing a real bra, the lacy edge of it peeking out at me through the slight gap in her white blouse.
I looked away, not wanting her to think I was staring.
“How can you show me?”
She let go of my hands, then turned back to the sink and reached into her purse, which was sitting there.
“Here,” she told me, handing me an unmarked DVD in a paper sleeve. “My dad makes a lot of homemade movies, mostly with me as the star. There's both old stuff and new stuff on here. I made a copy for you, but they'd kill me if they found out I gave it to anyone. Promise me you'll keep this all a secret.”
I looked at it, then slipped it into my own small purse and nodded.
“I promise,” I said. But I was dying to know, “So, Noelle, what's on it that's so secret?”
She looked to the door, nervously, as if expecting someone to walk in.
But then she turned back to me with an odd little smile. “It's nothing terrible,” she said. “It's actually fun, in fact, just a lot of fun stuff that I've done. But it's sort of dirty. With my mom and my dad. And with your mom and your dad. And a lot of other people, too, at the nighttime parties out at your motel.”
“Really? It's dirty?”
I was starting to get a weird feeling by then, my young imagination starting to run away with me. In fact, I was trying to picture the dirty 'fun stuff' that took place out at our motel. Especially the kind of fun stuff that was so secret Noelle would get in big trouble for telling me.
“Watch it by yourself,” she said. “Don't let anyone else see it. Then we'll talk again, some place where we can be alone.”
I wasn't certain what was going on, and was getting even more confused by the minute. But I was also getting progressively more nervous. Extremely so.
“So what's really on it?” I wanted to know. “Please tell me.”
Noelle gave me a long look, sighed, then glanced at the bathroom door again.
It was still only the middle of our school lunch break downstairs, so it was unlikely anyone would be coming in. And I could tell she was dying to tell me, but that she was unsure about just how much to say.
“Noelle, at least give me a hint,” I urged. “I promise I won't tell.”
She was silent for several long moments, apparently thinking it over. But then with a little shrug, she said, “Come into a stall with me.”
Weird, weird, weird! Maybe it reallywasa big secret, I realized. Like in a spy movie or something!
So I followed her into the farthest stall and she latched the door and turned back to me. We were sort of wedged in, standing almost pressed together in front of the toilet bowl, but she moved even closer to me and put her mouth to my ear. I could feel her warm breath on the side of my face, could even smell the peppermint-flavored chewing gum she'd obviously been chewing earlier.
“Are you going to whisper it?” I asked, confused.
“Yes, but first…”
And instead of whispering to me, Noelle actually kissed my ear instead, her warm lips lightly brushing it as one of her hands dropped down and gently touched my narrow waist. I stood frozen in place, uncertain what was taking place, and she then put her face into the crook of my neck and kissed me there as well.
“Noelle…”
But instead of responding, the dark-haired 10-year-old next kissed my young cheek, lingering there. And a moment later she turned my face with a quick touch and pressed her own lips lightly to mine. She kissed me full on the mouth, then let just the tip of her moist tongue graze along my lower lip, following my cheek.
Until she'd again reached my ear.
I was trembling by then, my knees absolutely wobbly. And I could feel my face was flaming hot-this time I was certain I was blushing like crazy!
“It's about sex,” she finally whispered to me, her voice suddenly a little hoarse. “We do sex things there, really dirty, fun sex things there. All night. We all get naked and we get together in every way possible.”
“I don't-”
“Shhh, Maureen,” she breathed into my ear, and then her tongue flicked out and licked into it. My ear. It made me swallow hard. “You're an extremely cute little girl,” she told me. “I always wish you were there, at the sex parties, but your mom and dad think you're too young to do all that dirty stuff…yet.”
Noelle had a hand on my slender hip then, just resting it on my plaid skirt, and with her other hand she began unbuttoning her white blouse. I watched, paralyzed, I guess, as she unsnapped her bra in front.
“Oh, God…” I breathed, suddenly afraid but even more curious about what her boobs might actually look like. “Noelle…”
As her bra parted and fell to each side, her bare breasts came into view. They were spectacular for a 10-year-old girl, small but perfectly tanned and fully rounded. Her dark nipples were so big around and erect it was clear she was sexually excited at what we were doing.
Or about to do.
“Kiss my boobs,” she asked me gently. “Or just my nipples. Whatever.”
And like a little robot, or a girl entirely under an older girl's spell, I swallowed hard again and leaned forward, taking one of her dark nipples into my mouth. I sucked at it, feeling the puckered flesh of it harden still further.
Then I jerked slightly when I felt Noelle's hand on my back, as if she was holding me briefly in place.
I was still all tensed up at what I was doing to her with my mouth, and even at her touch, but I didn't move away or resist because I desperately wanted to know the truth about what was supposedly taking place at our motel.
But also because it was all so strongly, strangely, exciting.
“It's all about sex,” she whispered to me again. “Maureen, do you even know what sex is?”
I swallowed hard at the word. Sex. It was a subject I knew a little about, but not all that much.
I mean, all us 2nd-grader girls in school already talked about it. A lot. And I'd looked up some things about it on the Internet, whenever I was alone with our computer at home.
I also knew that a 7-year-old girl sucking a 10-year-old girl's swollen nipples had very much to do with sex as well. But, in general, admittedly, there wasn't very much I knew absolutely for sure.
Of course, I didn't want to seem like an idiot to an older girl like Noelle, so I just nodded.
At the same time, I noticed that her breathing (and mine!) was coming faster than normal and that my own heartbeat was in my ears. I could even tell that my own tiny pink nipples were hard and tingling.
She was standing so close to me I could feel the heat from her body, as I went from sucking one of her nipples to the other. That I did on my own, without her asking. But I pulled my mouth back after several moments, looking up into her dark eyes.
My curiosity was overwhelming.
“Noelle, what kind of naked sex things do you all do together at our motel? With your parents and with my parents?”
I couldn't really believe it, of course, thinking she was somehow pulling some kind of prank I didn't understand. In fact, I really thought it had to be about anythingotherthan sex. That just didn't sound right, not involving my own mother and father, at least. I mean, come on!
But I urgently wanted to know whatreallywas going on.
“You'll see it on the DVD, lots of sex,” she said. And then, “Maureen, do you know what fucking is?”
I sort of shrugged in response.
“I know the word,” I told her. “It means having sex.”
“Right,” she said to me. “That's exactly what fucking is. Having sex. And that's what's on the DVD-all of us fucking.” She looked at me very seriously then. “Maureen, have you ever had an orgasm?”
I swallowed hard.
Even as a little girl, I'd discovered the intense joys of manipulating my own pussy with my fingers every night, doing it until I reached a point of exquisite release. It was always a shuddering jolt of gasping pleasure that left me limp. And every night, after only a few minutes of catching my breath, I'd do again.
And again.
I might not have known the specific word for it, but I definitely knew what Noelle was talking about. My God, I could not believe we were discussing such a thing. Something so extremelyprivate.
I was suddenly wildly embarrassed, not certain what to say next.
But Noelle slowly moved her hand around my hip, then down under my plaid skirt so it was suddenly on my bare inner thigh. When I tensed up even more, she just sort of gave me a gentle squeeze there, my legs suddenly trembling even more, almost violently, actually, at her touch.
And then she slid her hand upbetweenmy bare thighs and squeezed my small crotch through my underpants. As if it was the most natural thing in the world. And she kept her hand there, and began gently squeezing my pubic mound.
“Oh, God!” I said, jerking with even more surprise.
My breath caught in my throat, but it felt so good, I'll admit, her touching me like that, that I didn't resist. Little shivers of that electric-like pleasure I already knew raced through my 7-year-old pussy, causing my skinny legs to almost buckle.
“Ummm…” came out of me, unexpectedly, like a little yummy sound. “Ohhh, I can't believe this…”
Through the thin fabric of my underpants, Noelle used a single fingertip to slowly trace up and down the length of my little-girl slit, pressing into it. At the same time, she continued to rhythmically squeeze the slightly bulging mound of my young cunt with her entire hand.
“Noelle!” I breathed, my pussy suddenly filling the flimsy crotch of my panties with the slick wetness that had been building in me ever since she'd first put her hand on my hip. “What are you doing to me?”
“I'm going to give you an orgasm,” she told me. “I'm going to make you come.”
“Oh, God-”