It was while Amy and I were walking to the Greenbriar Mall that day, both of us overheated and sticky at 90 degrees in the shade (Alabama being a hotbox of a state in the summer), that I told her what we'd been up to, my father and I. Also, that I'd kept it from her.
After bursting out with surprise at first, and then after another moment of silent reflection, she stopped walking and stared at me. She clearly didn't believe such a thing could happen.
This was like a betrayal toher, she figured.
“You should have told me,” she insisted. “Sex with your dad! Wow!”
“It's a super-big secret,” I told her. “If my mom found out, my dad and I'd both be dead! I'm only telling you now because my dad wantsyouto join us, up at his cottage on Clear Lake this weekend.”
It was as if I'd punched her.
Her mouth dropped open and she grabbed her narrow chest through her skimpy halter top, a surprised little gasp, almost a laugh, really, escaping her, but looking like she was having heart palpitations. She was such a skinny rail of a girl, though, I'd be surprised if she had any major health issues inthatdirection.
“Oh, my God! My God! My God!”
Either I hadn't earlier noticed her tiny pink nipples poking against her halter top (or else my news gave her an instant flash of anticipation, perking them right up), but her little pointy tips were suddenlyoutthere.
Her boobs weren't as big as mine, of course, my 30AA's thebig onesin comparison to her flat-chested little hillocks, but her rubbery nipples already had those perfect, ultra-sensitive tips that reminded me of our Thanksgiving turkey's pop-up button.
And (no surprise) one quick kiss to her pointy nips and her bald-eagle slit of a pussy was instantly filled to the brim.
It was like a hot-line directly to the always-horny little 3rd-grader's clit!
“It's okay, Amy,” I gently took her arms and shook her with a laugh. “Calm down- we're not going to the White House or anything! It's just my dad's.”
We still had about ten minutes before reaching the Mall, even cutting through the park like we were (yes, thatpark!), so I walked her over to a green park bench and sat her down. She was suddenly as flushed as if she'd been running two miles. Her slender bare legs were trembling, and she kept jiggling them, knocking her bony knees together, apparently unable to sit still.
She even kicked one of her sandals off, then had to reach out with her small foot to put it back on.
“I'm so excited!” she said, all shaky.
While I held both of her hands, she glanced down at the clingy crotch of her pink cotton shorts. The vague outline of her gently bulging vagina, slit and all, was definitely noticeable if you knew enough to look. A dark trace of oily moisture was already evident.
She said a little too loudly, “You made my pussy all wet!”
“Amy! People are walking by.”
She lowered her voice.
“Give me details, Kimberly. Dirtydetails!”
“What should I tell you?”
She swallowed hard, then glanced at me as if I'd brought her the best present ever, simply by inviting her to a weekend of probable sexual adventures. I sayprobablebecause the best laid plans, after all…
“First off,” she asked, “are yousureit's okay with your father?”
I gave both her small hands a quick squeeze, then released them.
The expression on her angelic face, lit from within by the burning desire to come to Clear Lake with us, to dowhatever, seemed delicately balanced between hopeful and hopes-dashed-on-the-rocks, depending on what I said.
“Of course, he wants you there,” I told her. “He thinks you're really cute.”
“Oh, God.”
I studied her for another moment, then brushed a strand of her fine blond hair back from her perfectly innocent face, which got me a quick smile in return. Amy's wide blue eyes, always bright, were literally shining with excitement. Potential sexual excitement, I knew.
Like me, she had a secret inner core of hyper-sexual intensity that never quit, that never even seemed to dim. For some reason, Amy and I were both always ready, willing and able for whatever dirty opportunity happened our way. It was like a weird, overpowering sexual energy vibrating wildly within us-pulsating within our super-sensitive pussies, I guess.
In fact, I literally couldn't remember the last time I told a guy 'no.'
“So…will you let my dad do dirty stuff to you?” I asked, knowing the answer. “Like, reallydirty?”
“Of course!” she said, shaky eagerness in her voice. “Like what?”
“You know, eat your pussy, suck your nipples, lick your asshole, stick his cock in your mouth,” I ventured. “He'll want tocomein your mouth, too.”
“You're turning me on even more!” she said. And then, “So, what doyoudo with him?”
I gave her a suggestive smile in return, then glanced around first, looking for eavesdroppers, lip-readers, neighbors that knew us, whatever, before saying anything that might get us in big trouble.
“We had to wait over a month for my birth control pills to work, but this last weekend we finally dideverything,” I said. “We watch dirty movies first-”
“Wait!” she cut me off. “What did you dountilthen? Like, blow jobs?”
I nodded.
“All the time,” I said. “At the cottage, in the car, or anywhere. He said he comes more in my mouth thanever, and I believe him-it's almost like too much to swallow, though I try!”
I could see Amy's imagination running wild, putting herself in my place for endless BJ's on the road with my dad. She was sort of nodding to herself, trance-like, her entire body almost imperceptibly trembling. I knew if there weren't people walking by, she'd be masturbating right then and there.
“He licks my pussy, too,” I added. “And sucks my clit. He makes me come so hard, you can't believe it!”
“Icanbelieve it,” she said. “What else?”
“He's got thisfantasticvibrator shaped like a bumpy dick with a smaller dick on the bottom-the big part goes in your pussy and the other part is up your butthole! I almost pass out every time he uses it on me!”
“Kimberly, my God!” she said. “I want to trythat!”
I gave her a confident smile.
“I'm sure he'll use it on you,” I told her. “He loves fucking me with it. Actually, he's got a whole collection of…interestingstuff.”
“I'm gonnacomeright now just hearing all this!” she gulped. “My clit's already on fire, I think!”
And I could see in her eyes her imagination was indeed running wild in all possible ways, so I decided to heat up my sweet little cousin yet another notch. She'd have done the same for me, after all. I leaned closer, gently squeezing her bare knee with one hand. My lips brushed her perfectly formed ear as I told her:
“He puts this vibrating egg thing in my pussy when I'm on my hands and knees, then smears strawberry jam into my asshole-he licks it out while I hold my butt open for him. I always come, like, fivetimes in a row like that!”
Amy blinked a couple of times, picturing it, seeing me: my firmly rounded bare butt in the air, my cunt overflowing with 'girly-juices' as that egg vibrated me through near-shock-inducing multiple orgasms, my dad's face pressed between my young-girl butt-cheeks, his tongue eagerly probing for every trace of strawberry sweetness in my hot-and wildly throbbing-anus.
She swallowed, a tiny tremor passing over her.
“And he finally fucked you, for real?” she wanted to know. “This last weekend?”
I had to laugh at that one.
“Likeallweekend,” I told her, well aware of the envy she felt. “He couldn't get enough of me!”
“My God,” she breathed. “He can fuckmeall weekend, too! Seriously, I haven't donethatyet, like you, but-”
My look cut her off.
“Amy-It's not like you'veneverhad a cock in you. I know youhave.”
That was true.
Amy was obsessed with the seemingly always-stiff penis of her 12-year-old brother, Paul, continually giving him intense sexual attention, which her irritating jerk of a brother might or mightnothave appreciated-he was probably too self-centered to think much about it. She even drew pictures of it for me, his skinny young cock, showing what it looked like standing up, stiff and veined, with white stuff coming out the end, in several different, quite flattering, perspectives.
She really did have artistic talent, I'd realized then.
Anyway, over these last two years, Amy had made a hobby, more like a career, actually, of kissing it, licking it, sucking it and jacking it off. She loved rubbing the velvety swollen head of her brother's cock against her slippery clit until both she and he climaxed, his cum shooting in hot, white-beaded spurts onto her smooth pubic mound or flat tummy, but never, ever, getting any of it into her slippery wet pussy itself (she prayed!).
“That doesn't count!” she protested. “Paul's never fucked me! Not inside, not all the way in-”
“I don't believe you!” I laughed. “Hehadto fuck you, all the way in-you couldn't get his stiff dick pressed against your pussy all those times and not try it! Believe me, I know-”
“We didn't!” she insisted. “I'm still a virgin!” She shrugged. “We just do it in my butt sometimes…”
That was true as well.
Amy had learned, like me, she could have an orgasm getting fingered or fucked in her anus, sometimes without even touching her clit. She'd also learned she was extremely well-suited to that particular activity. In fact, the first time she and Paul had anal sex, her brother used enough KY-jelly on her rubbery little asshole to eventually get two fingers (and then the tips of three) into her as he opened her up. He followed this by getting his slender cockentirelyup her narrow butt with only the third or fourth determined thrust of his hips. Once the head of it was inside of her, they learned, the rest followed pretty naturally.
“God, it hurt a little but it also feltsogood,” she crooned, later that night. “Goingallthe way in like that. I was laying face-down on the carpet with my hips propped up over two pillows and Paul fucked the shit out of my asshole. It felt like I had to, you know, poop at the same time…until I actuallycame.”
“He's such an obnoxious jerk, though!”
“You'vegotto let him fuck you in the ass!” she insisted. “He filled my whole butt with cum!”
That I remembered! I'd ended up licking Paul's residual semen out of Amy's hot asshole that same night. The rest worked its way out of her tight anus, eventually, dripping into her panties over the next two days.
I'm kind of a little cum-freak anyway, and I do adore anal adventures (it's way safer, PG-wise, you know, though it freaks out some inexperienced boys when you offer it), but it still annoyed the hell out of me, just like anything Paul was involved with. He was simply an all-around big pain. Although, yes, I was guessing, one day Iwouldlet him fuck me in my asshole, but not until he matured a hell of a lot.
Those pictures Amy drew of his cock had gotten my attention, after all.
In any case, regarding actual sexual intercourse with my father, I told Amy, “He'll have to use condoms on you.”
“You said he had a vasectomy.”
“It still won't be completely safe.”
She gave me a pouty look.
“I'm only nine!” she insisted.
I shook my head.
“It's not worth the risk. If you somehow got pregnant-”
Amy looked at me a long moment, thinking oversomething, then smiled. A sneaky idea was clearly forming in that sweet little head of hers.
“I need to show you something,” she said. “When we get home.”
“What? Tell me-”
“You'll see…”
“Amy!”
But Amy refused to give me even a hint and, by then, she was too excited to continue to the Mall. She was more interested in getting ready to go up to Clear Lake that weekend, so we headed back to her house, right next door to my house. Her mother was my mother's younger sister, both of them divorced, both utterly boring, but the proximity made it easy for Amy and I to spend a lot of 'nighttime fun' together.
Like I think I said, we loved making each other come.
Our intention, going back home, was to root through my eager little cousin's underwear drawer and pick out her sexiest panties, mostly because she hoped my dad would better appreciate ripping them off her.
“Or…chewing the crotch out,” she smiled wickedly. “But first, look what I found.”
As soon as we were upstairs, with her bedroom door closed, she pulled me down beside her on the edge of the bed.
From underneath her headboard, she pulled out a small box and handed it to me. I opened it and inside were three small round objects about 2” in diameter, sealed in plastic. There was an opened one, as well, a solid circle made of some kind of foamy plastic with a little loop attached to it.
“Are they like condoms or something?” I asked.
She smiled.
“Better,” she said. “They're contraceptive sponges. You stick them in your pussy and you can fuck all night!”
“Really? And it works?”
She nodded. “Supposedly, according to the Internet. For some reason, my mom had a bunch of them hidden in her closet-”
I was shocked.
“You're kidding!” This made no sense at all. “Yourmom?”
Even though Amy's mom, my Aunt Heather, was my mom's younger sister at only 27, she was even more of a stick-in-the-butt than my mother: though definitely cute enough, she dressed like she didn't give a damn anymore, loose jeans, shapeless shirts, no makeup, hair always a mess. And she rarely went out. She certainly hadn't been on a date in years. Splitting up with Amy's dad (who we hadn't evenseenin years) had obviously just about killed her emotionally.
“I know,” Amy shrugged. “Weird, huh? Maybe she used to have a life.”
“If the sponges are really old, maybe they won't work.”
“The expiration date's fine,” she pointed to the numbers, all little-girl intent. “That's still a couple of months from now.”
She was right. The expiration date was for this year.
“They're not very old,” I said. “That's even weirder.”
Amy nodded.
“I'll say. My mom doesn't even like the word 'sex' around the house. She thinks you're anunhealthy influencebecause you seem too…mature for your age. She means 'slutty' but she doesn't like that word either.”
“I don't get it. Is she having sex or what?”
“It's not possible,” Amy shrugged. “Anyway, I want your dad to fuck me this weekend!”
That sounded like a plan, all right. I held up the sponge that had been opened.
“Are you using these with Paul?” I asked.
She just shrugged and looked away with what I took to be a somewhat guilty expression.
“Not yet,” she said. “But I figured it wouldn't hurt to be safer-he almost didn't pull out fast enough the other night. And he goes in deeper every time. But notallthe way-I'm still a virgin!”
“Right,” I laughed. “Except for your hand, your mouth, your butthole and the first third of your innocent little virgin cunt.”
“It's the last two-thirds that count, I think,” she said, not trying to be funny, though shedidgive me a smile filled with perverted promise and wild filthy thoughts. “Anyway, tell me everything about you and your dad. Everything!”
As I started to tell her how it all got started, she undid the top of my shorts, unzipped them, then slipped her hand into my underpants and down between my legs, straight to thepromised land!
By that point, I was nearly as excited as she was. In fact, the crotch of my flimsy panties were soaked, the now-swollen lips of my vagina pulsing and pouting open in clear invitation for whatever!
Her fingers easily found my slick pussy, and then my distended clitoris, which made me jerk slightly with that rush of intense sensation I knew so well. My breath, already shaky, caught in my throat as her small hand began gently squeezing my entire pubic mound as well.
“You're already so wet!” Amy said, as if surprised. Duh! “Likesopping!”
“OhGod, that feels good!” I told her. “This is why I adore you…”
“Of course.”
And little Amy kissed me full on the mouth, her sweet tongue darting in against mine for a quick moment before she pulled away, her attention then turning straight back to my crotch.
She pushed two slim fingers entirely into my cunt, probing and exploring at the same time, then began moving them in and out with gradually increasing speed as her thumb expertly massaged by clit.
She knew exactly the right spots, all right, so I spread my legs wider, leaned back on my elbows and let her fingerfuck me as I talked
“This'll help you remember the details better,” she told me. “But you have to do it to me, too. Afteryou come the first time!”
That sounded fair enough.