Virginia K. G. Ryder

Little Courtney_s Family Secrets

CHAPTER 1

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.