With three of my eager fingers deep in her pussy and one of them from my other hand stuck up her wetly-gripping asshole, I went back to sucking her exposed nipples. I locked my lips onto first one, kissing and sucking it wildly with the insane excitement coursing through me, and then moved over to the other one.
And then Noelle came, gasping with a little shudder that caused her to suddenly jerk taut from head to toe.
“You're making me come so good!” she announced, her pussy and her asshole spasming closed on my fingers. “Oh, God, Maureen, keep doing it! Ohhh! Yes, Yes, you're making me come so hard! Uhhh!”
Which pushedmeover the edge.
My own climax rocked me back on my small feet, my pussy exploding as if a string of firecrackers was going off in my crotch. My legs were suddenly so weak I was hanging onto Noelle weakly.
“I'm coming, too,” I gasped, my pussy and asshole throbbing. “I can't believe how good it feels! Ohhh! It's going on and on! Uhhhh! I'm going to pass out! Oh, God, Noelle, hold me up!”
And as I continued coming, my quavering orgasm with the 10-year-old schoolgirl the best and longest of my young life so far, I sucked at her pulsing nipples hungrily, but oddly wished it was her sweet cunt in my mouth instead.
I mean, I had no idea why at the time, but I really, seriously, wanted to lick her pussy for some sick reason.
I guess I was just as weird as she was.
CHAPTER 11
The rest of the school afternoon took forever, my classes dragging by, the DVD in my small purse making me completely crazy. I was dying to get home and watch it, dying to know what secret dirty stuff Noelle had done with my parents.
Secret sex stuff.
Of course, I knew by then it reallywasabout sex, their secret parties, fucking and all, what with Noelle giving me a taste of it right there in the girls' bathroom at school. She'd made me come so good it still made my mouth water and my tiny pink nipples all tingly, just thinking about it.
There was no reason for Noelle to lie.
“I've got reading to do for school,” I told my mother, as soon as the bus dropped me off and I walked in the door. “I'm going to do it up in my room.”
My mom gave me a look.
“Okay, honey,” she said. “Do you want me to help you with any of it?”
I shook my 7-year-old head.
“I'm fine, mom,” I told her. “I'll let you know if I need any help.”
And I gave her a nice smile.
She was a great mom, after all, as was my father a great dad, both of them always helpful to me and as decent as possible. They never used bad language in front of me or ever hit me. They also taught me the difference between right and wrong, made me feel loved and appreciated in every way possible, and just generally proved to be the best parents ever.
What little daughter could ever in a million years guess that they were both perverted swingers, having secret dirty sex parties with a group of other parents and kids from my very own school…?
Certainly not me.
I made certain my bedroom door was closed and locked.
Then I carefully hung up my school uniform, slipped on a t-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts (no underpants!) and put the DVD into my player. I sat close to the television, on the floor, and plugged in my headphones.
I'll admit I was shaking.
Whether it was from sexual excitement at what I was about to see, or fear I might discover something terrible about my parents that I couldn't handle, I couldn't tell. My heart was pounding in my skinny chest, though.
Noelle had kept my panties in her purse after we'd left the girls' bathroom, so I'd spent the rest of the day naked under my plaid skirt. It felt deliciously wicked, spending the afternoon with my 7-year-old pussy and my little ass secretly bare like that, though I was worried I'd start dripping on the floor again.
Luckily, it didn't happen. I don't think.
But I did manage to accidentally get myself all excited a couple of times in class, re-living every detail of Noelle and I eagerly masturbating each other at lunch time. In fact, I'd had to make myself think of really boring stuff (fractions!) to get my mind off it and to calm down.
But mainly to keep my over-active pussy from overflowing.
Anyway, when Noelle kissed me goodbye in the stall, she'd told me she was keeping my panties because she wanted to smell them (the crotch, she said, meaning my little-girl pussy!) the next time she used her fingers to make herself come.
She said it'd make her come harder, thinking of me.
I believed her.
And then, with the naughtiest smile a little 10-year-old schoolgirl could muster, she'd taken her own silky panties out of her purse, pressed them up into her dripping wet cunt for a moment and handed them to me.
“Here,” she said. “You can think of me, too, next time you finger yourself. Or just throw them away.”
I'd hurriedly stuffed them into my own purse, without answering or even meeting her eyes. The thought ofwhatshe was going to use mine for, and the reason she'd given me her own panties, made me blush madly all over again.
Weird, I know. And dirty.
But oddly exciting somehow, too. Veryexciting.
As soon as the DVD started, I recognized a younger Noelle.
It turned out she was just a healthy-looking 8-year-old at the time. Her last day as one, in fact. It was the night before her next birthday.
Her ninth.
It started out in what looked like her living room, an overstuffed couch and chair in the background. All the drapes were closed even though it seemed to be daytime. Yet it was lit up brighter than normal. It was as if her dad had set up a few extra lights in the room.
“This is our little daughter, Noelle,” her father announced. He clearly was the one aiming the camera at her. “It's her birthday tomorrow. She'll be 9-years-old. Say 'hi' to everyone, sweetheart.”
And beautiful young Noelle, well-tanned as always and with her dark hair in a short ponytail, nodded to the camera with a shy but bright smile.
She was standing in the middle of the room with her skinny arms crossed, in a tiny sleeveless red sundress. It seemed likely she was naked under it. Her small feet were bare and as perfectly tanned as the rest of her.
The camera then moved to a good-looking young woman sitting in an overstuffed chair in the far corner.
“This is Noelle's wonderful mom,” her father announced, and went in for the close-up on her. “She's a nymphomaniac, which means she can't get enough sex. Shealwayswants to fuck. Say 'hi,' to the folks at home, Suzanne.”
It was like he was filming a television show for an audience or something.
Noelle's mother, Suzanne, seemed to be in her late 20's.
She was an exceptionally sexy and genuinely beautiful brunette, just like Noelle herself. She was also extremely well-tanned and completely naked. She had full, heavy-looking breasts. They were firm and perfectly rounded on the bottom, with huge nipples that were already pointedly erect.
Her long, shapely legs were spread wide open.
“And here's Suzanne's pussy,” her husband announced. “She's been fucked a million times, by countless 10-year-old boys, young teens, grown men and even girls and women wearing strap-on dildo's. But even with all that fucking, her pussy's still fantastic.”
“Thank you, dear,” Noelle's mom said.
“It's as tight and as wet and as hot as any young schoolgirl's cunt,” her husband continued. “Even averyyoung schoolgirl's cunt.”
The camera zeroed in on Suzanne's crotch and it was easy to see her dark pubic hair was trimmed back neatly. Neatly enough, in fact, so that the deep pink slash of her very wet cunt stood out in sharp relief.
The camera was clearly one of high definition.
Every drop of moisture in her slick cunt was glistening, every tiny black pubic hair that remained on her pubic mound vividly clear. Even her tight-looking little asshole was in extremely high focus.