I was only a somewhat well-developed 11-year-old that humid July afternoon I admitted to my sweet little cousin, Amy, I'd been having sex with my father. It'd been going on for over a month. Five weeks, actually.
“What?” she gushed. “Kimberly! Oh, my God!”
Also that (even though he'd had a vasectomy years ago) I was now on birth control, just in case. Of course, my up-tight mother had no idea, not a clue, or she'd have killed me! And at St. Katherine's Academy, where Amy and I both attended, they wouldn't have been thrilled at the birth control part, either, to say nothing about the ongoing acts of genuinely perverted incest.
On the other hand, it wasn't my fault.
Perverted acts or not, the dirty fun I shared with my father was far too stimulating at my young age to halt. I was far from innocent, even then, but he'd clearly found theonbutton to my little 5^th -grader's cunt. From that moment forward, my smoothly-bare genitalsitchedin moist sexual anticipation, my already sensitive clitoris pitched into a heightened state of almost unbearable attention.
And, yes, of course, I knew it was wrong, wrong, wrong, sick and depraved, but once my dad and I started exploring our unnatural sexual boundaries together, it was all I could think about. In truth, given the intense nature of the illicit yet wildly pleasurable doorway we'd opened, we couldn't keep our hands off one another!
Somehow, knowing it was all so sinful made it all the more exciting.
“I can't believe this!” Amy was almost panting at the news. “You're doing your own father?”
“Last weekend, he fucked me to death!” I admitted. “I think we're, like, sexually addicted to each other-he said he'sin lovewith my cunt.”
“Wow…”
Dirty talk, the dirtier the better, was something Amy and I appreciated. It was shocking, exciting and great fun at that young age! In fact, any mention of a sexual situation was certain to get our attention. Followed, always, by the two of us eagerly expanding upon it-forever-using the most explicit language possible.
Anyway, all my friends fantasized about my handsome and successful 29-year-old father, but it was twig Amy, a 9-year-old, innocent-faced 3^rd -grader, a mere 4' 7” and 82 perfect pounds, who'd always had the biggest crush on him.
My dad had been divorced from my mother for the largest part of my life, so I mostly saw him on weekends or my birthdays in August. But whenever Amy was around, she always acted completely goofy, asking him a bunch of goofy questions, for instance, or kidding around with him as if she wasn't just another dumb, skinny pale blonde kid like me.
It was like she really wanted to be his girlfriend or something-even though she was his little niece!
It really pissed off my no-nonsense mom sometimes, which seemed crazy! Even though she was only 28-years-old, my mother had the strictest, most unforgiving attitude toward S-E-X imaginable. It was a subject that wasneverbrought up in our home. And, when it concerned her little niece's obvious crush on my father, my mom would just angrily shake her head or storm away, as if she thought my dad might actually take Amy up on it sooner or later.
“Your stupid little cousin is an idiot!” she'd said more than once. “She acts like your father might take her on a date!”
“Mom, she's just messing around,” I insisted. “She doesn't really mean it!”
My mother gave me a look.
“Yes, she does. I know exactly what Amy's thinking.”
I mean, I could always tell the way Amy looked at him she was picturing a lot of crazy, dirty sex stuff in that naive-looking little girl head of hers-but I was surprised my super-straight mom had even a clue about it.
“She's not as innocent as she seems,” my mom added. “And she's got a veryinappropriateattitude toward your dad.”
That was for sure.
Whenever Amy spent the night at my place, she drove me crazy talking about him, even when we indulged in our secretI'll lick yours if you lick minegame. Sometimes, it was as if my dad was right there in bed with us, both of us naked and sweaty, inter-twined and, like, five seconds from making each other come. Of course, we triednotto make too much noise, even though my mother's room was all the way down at the other end of the hall!
“I'm pretending it's your dad, not you, who's licking me,” Amy often told me. “So don't talk!”
That particular fantasy of hers worked best when I licked her from behind. She'd be on her hands and knees with her bare ass sticking in the air, my face pressed into her hot butt-crack and my eager tongue licking into her slick pink pussy. I loved exploring the moisture-filled center of her with my mouth, her slight hips jerking in reaction to my every flickering probe, her breathing growing increasingly ragged as her excitement mounted rapidly. At the same time, she massaged her own tiny but fully engorged clit with two of her little fingers.
“Ohhhh, Uncle Jack!” she'd pant, my father being her uncle, of course. “I love your tongue in mycunt!”
In addition, she loved it wildly when I spread the cheeks of her narrow ass apart with my fingers and turned my attention to her overly-sensitive asshole. I'd first kiss and lick all around it, then gradually press my tongue-tip directly into the twitching, puckered slit until it throbbed open with a wet little spasm. Then I'd lick deeply into her hot anus, and alternate with licking and sucking her pussy, in whatever order, until she was trembling so violently I thought she was having some kind of weird attack!
That particular combination always got her off in record time-and multiple times, at that, sort of her specialty. Mine, too, now that I think about it. We were both preteen girls that could come again and again. And again.
Maybe that's why we were such eager little sluts for as long as I can remember. Seriously, we'd started masturbating each other (and graduated to using our mouths on each other!) at an extremely young age. Once again, I was already far from innocent by the time my father got his hands on me; he'd just managed to turn up my thermostat a really big notch.
“Oh, God, Uncle Jack!” Amy'd moan raggedly, repeatedly, my tongue probing straight up her butt as she rubbed her own clit. “You're making me come sofuckinggood!”
Like I said, we appreciated dirty talk.
Of course, when she did it to me, her young face buried inmybutt-crack while I fingered myself, it had the same result. I'd come so hard, I had to push my face into my pillow to muffle the panting groans of my piercing orgasms.
Sometimes, I nearly passed out from lack of oxygen.
And I didn't have to pretend it was my dad or anyone else licking my slippery pussy or asshole to achieve a series of toe-spreading orgasms. Getting licked by my best little cousin Amy was good enough for me.
She didn't look like it, but she was a girl who definitely knew how to use her mouth on a girl's cunt.
Unlike most of the boys I'd been with.
In fact, although I possessed that same wide-eyed, innocent look of my 9-year-old cousin (but with a rounder yet pert ass, boobs that were finally two firm handfuls, and the very first wisp of blonde pubic hair, which I plucked-no thanks!), I was known to the other kids as 'easy' in the neighborhood, a so-called bad girl even at my tender young age.
I'd given away my virginity six months earlier, to an awkward, much older boy.
I barely knew in the back of his father's SUV. I'd been the instigator, of course, kidding and talking dirty to him at the video arcade, then getting him (daring him!) to drive me home after dark. He didn't know I'd been experimenting sexually with my little cousin since I was 8-years-old and had given out a few hand jobs and even a quick blowjob during the last year.
I was no beginner when it came to carnal pleasure.
We ended up parking and making out on a heavily wooded dirt road where I proved what a big slut I was by using my hand on him after only a few minutes of passionate kissing and groping.
If he was surprised by my boldness in so quickly reaching for his dick, he didn't act it; he just went happily along with it.
I'd already made out with several boys in my class and, as I think I said, I'd jacked off many of them after letting each one get all excited touching me in the right places. It was great fun, the kissing and heavy breathing, and letting them getatme under my bra or inside my pants. Mostly, though, I loved it even more when a guyejaculated(my favorite word!) while I was doing it to him, masturbating him, that is. It always excited me tremendously, feeling a super-hard cock jumping in my hand as it spurted out streams of cum, the more the merrier. Andseeingit shoot out was even more exciting! I'd also learned to go real fast at the end, too, my hand almost a blur, a good thing to know, and which every boy seemed to greatly appreciate.
Anyway, it was usually behind the Greenbriar Mall where we did it, or at a picnic table in the nearby city park after hours, never in a car. So this was definitely a step up for me.
“You're really hard,” I said, my slim fingers encircling his standing cock. “It's jerking all over the place!”
“It feels great,” he said, a worldly 11^th -grader. “And you're such a great kisser for being so young!”
“So keep kissing me!”
At the same time, with my mouth glued to his, I gave him open access to my young boobs, swollen nipples and underage pussy, undoing my shorts so he could shakily slide a hand down the front of my underpants. At his first tentative touch, I moaned softly, my already pulsing slit opening wetly as I spread my thighs.
“I love it!” I breathed when his slickened fingers probed into me. “But maybe we should get in back.”
He pulled slightly away from me, studying my very young face a long moment, but then nodded quickly. A few moments later we'd wriggled into the back and were lying in the large carpeted area, kissing hotly, my shorts and damp underpants down around one ankle, his rigid cock again tightly in my hand. My pussy was sopping wet with oily lubrication, swollen and overly-sensitive to the merest touch, and I jerked with a low groan when his fingers again found their target.
“Ohhh, yes,” I panted. “Keep doing that to mycunt!”
He froze a quick moment, apparently shocked by such a harsh word coming from an elementary schoolgirl's mouth, but then swallowed hard and began slipping two of his fingers in and out of me. His actions, inadvertently, I was certain, managed to massage my clit justso-even back then, that pinpoint center of the most exquisite pleasure I'd ever known was always alert for further sensation!
“You're making mecrazy!” I breathed into his mouth, squirming at his touch. “I'll come fast if you keep doing that!”
“I want you to,” he said hoarsely. “Tocome, I mean!”
His somewhat thick cock was so stiff in my hand it was throbbing and twitching like a live wire.
“Or you can justfuckme instead,” I offered.
The interior of his dad's SUV smelled like we'd already been fucking for hours and we were both breathing so hard we were shaky. I slid one slender bare thigh across his and pressed my slippery wet crotch into him, then began sort of humping his leg to make it obvious how willing I was to goall the way.
I was no preteen wild-child who was all talk-I wanted to fuck!
But instead of responding in kind, he suddenly stopped cold, swallowing hard. He then told me, very seriously, that the idea of actually 'doing it' with an 11-year-old girl made him horribly nervous:
“We can't do this!” he complained. “You're just a kid!”
“I'll be in the 6^th grade next semester,” I said. “And I'm already jacking you off while you're fingerfucking me…”
There was that, of course.
“Well…”
“It'll be the best fuck ever,” I promised. “My pussy's so wet, you'll go in easy!”
I wasn't sure if that was true or not, but I'd been in grade school gymnastics two years earlier and it sort of opened me up, down there. Of course, when I mentioned it, it made him even more nervous, not less.
“Oh, God!” he moaned, shaking his head still. “You're only a 5^th -grader!”
“You can doanythingto me,” I offered. “I'll suck your cock first, if you want, or even lick your balls. You can come in my mouth and I'll swallow it!”
That last got his attention, all right.
“Have you done that before?” he wanted to know.
I gave him a naughty little shrug.
“We had a school car wash,” I told him. “And this guy in a big Buick wearing a tie offered me $20 to meet him later.”
The much-older 11^th -grader suddenly didn't seem so worldly.
“And did you?” he asked, eyes wide. “Meet him?”
“He snuck me into a motel room,” I said. “I didn't let him fuck me or anything, but he put his hand in my pants while I sucked him off. It wasn't a big deal.”
“He came in your mouth?”
I shrugged again. “I spit most of it out.”
“Did he play with your pussy?”
“Of course,” I said. “And he stuck his finger up my butt.”
He got quiet a long moment. I could tell he was thinking it all over, imaging the dirty details.
“Did you like it?” he finally asked. “Did you come?”
I wasn't sure how much I should tell him. Then, “I let him lick my pussy until I came.” I gave him that naughty little shrug again. “It was fun.”
“He actually made you come?”
“Twice. Like I said, it was fun.”
“Huh. So…what else have you done?”
I had to smile at that.
“I'll suck your dick,” I said. “And we'll talk about it.”
And so, after sucking him until the swollen head of his rigid cock was ready to burst (and with a promise I'd never, evertell), he finally managed to climb between my sweaty bare thighs and get his pale-white, wildly throbbing dick mostly inside of me. He then came almost immediately, half-in and half-out of me, and it took another 20 minutes of sucking him to get him hard enough to do it again.
All in all, though, looking back, I'd still say I loved it.
I'd then gone on to sexually experiment with a variety of boys, some older, some younger, sometimes with more than one at a time, and the word got around like chain-lightning: little Kimberly puts out!
For some reason, I never got bored doing sex stuff, even with the boys who fumbled like idiots getting my pants down, or whoejaculatedreally fast, like into their own pants. By then, I was fucking and handing out blow jobs left and right, and swallowing one hot mouthful of cum after another, so mainly I was hugely popular with every boy I met. Or any boy who evenknewabout me. More than one would bring along a friend. Or even two.
Most of them, of course, had no idea about the proper way to lick a girl's pussy, even with clear instructions, but I never gave up trying:
“Stay on that spot!” I'd say to those bold enough to at least try it. “Keep lickingrightthere!”
But, of course, many of them couldn't even follow simple directions and I'd end up having to finish with my own fingers while they raptly watched but, sadly, almost never seemed to learn. Idiots.
Like I said, though, I never got bored doing it, sex being the absolute most fun of anything else I could imagine.
The truth was, I'd rather suck or fuck than eat chocolate ice cream and Ilovedchocolate ice cream. Actually, eating chocolate ice creamwhilegetting fucked was near the top of my 'must try one day' list.