Topic: Part 1 COURTNEY FINALLY FUCKS HER DAD!
I was barely 18 that hot and humid July afternoon I admitted to Amy, my sweet little cousin, that Iâd been having sex with my father for two months. âWhat?!â she gushed. âCourtney! Oh, my God!â Also, that I was on birth control, but my up-tight mother had no idea or sheâd have killed me! Of course, at St. Katherineâs, where we both went to school, they wouldnât have been too thrilled at that part, either. âI canât believe this!â Amy was almost panting at the news. âYouâre doing your own father!â âHeâs fucking me to death!â I admitted. âI think weâre, like, sexually addicted to each other. He said heâs, like, in love with my cunt.â Woody Allen once said, âSex is only dirty when itâs done correctly.â How absolutely true! And that is how I remember my early sexual adventures with my own dad: very, very, VERY dirty. Blissfully so. I went through multiple, wildly intensifying orgasms that left me sweaty, shaky and panting for breath each time. Yet still wanting more. Talk about your over-sexed little highschool slut! âHe fucks me all night up at Clear Lake! And licks my cunt between fucking! Sometimes I come so hard I pee all over!â âWow⊠â Amy breathed. âLast time he used this peach-flavored lubrication and two vibrators, one in my pussy and the other up my asshole, and I about went insane! Then he fucked me in front of the TV using one of those vibrating ring things around his dick! He could barely hold me down! He said I was the best fuck ever!â Amy looked like she suddenly couldnât breathe. âCourtney! Youâre killing me!â Dirty talk, the dirtier the better, was something Amy and I appreciated. It was shocking, exciting and great fun at that young age! Plus I loved getting her all sexually aroused. It also turned out that the age of consent in Alabama, where we lived, was just 16âthe 10th gradeâso when my dad and I started âdoing itâ I was entirely legal. Of course, the incest aspect was still a little murky. Anyway, all my friends fantasized about my handsome 34-year-old father, but it was teen twig Amy, my innocent-faced cousin at exactly 5â and 90 perfect pounds, whoâd always had the biggest crush on him. Heâd been divorced from my mother for years, so I mostly saw him on weekends, but whenever Amy was around, she always acted sort of goofy. She always kidded around with him as if she wasnât just another dumb, skinny blond teenager like me, but was wanting to be his girlfriend or something. Even though she was his niece! It really pissed off my no-nonsense mom, and sheâd just shake her head or storm away, as if she thought my dad might actually take Amy up on it. âYour little cousin is an idiot!â she said more than once. âAmy acts like your father might take her on a date!â I mean, I could always tell the way Amy looked at himâshe was picturing a lot of dirty sex stuff in that naĂŻve-looking-little-girl head of hers, but I was probably the only one who realized it. Whenever she spent the night at my place, in fact, she just about drove me crazy talking about him, even when we indulged in our secret âIâll kiss yours if you'll kiss mineâ game after lights out. âIâm pretending your dadâs licking me,â she often told me. âSo donât talk!â That usually worked best with Amy on her hands and knees, her skinny bare ass sticking up with my face pressed into her hot butt-crack, and my eager tongue licking into her slick pink pussy from behind. We definitely enjoyed each otherâs company. In additionâas an extra treat for herâI sometimes licked her overly-sensitive asshole, pressing my tongue-tip into that twitchy tiny slit until it throbbed open with a little spasm, then licking her pussy and her anus 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 timeâand multiple times, at that, sort of her specialty. Mine, too, as I mentioned. âOh, God, Uncle Jack!â Iâd hear her moan sometimes, me licking her, my father being her uncle. âYouâre making me come so fucking good!â Like I said, we appreciated dirty talk, especially in our perverted fantasies.
Of course, when she did it to me, with her perfect face buried in my butt-crack, it had the same result. She made me come so hard, I had to clamp my hands over my mouth or push my face into my pillow, nearly passing out from lack of oxygen sometimes, so my mom wouldnât hear. Amy didnât look like it, but she was a little angel who definitely knew how to use her mouth on another girlâs cunt. Unlike most of the boys Iâd been with. Although I possessed that same wide-eyed, innocent look of my sweet cousin, I was known as âeasyâ at school, a bad girl. Iâd handed out my virginity a couple of years earlier to an awkward boy I barely knew in the back of his fatherâs SUV, then gone on to sexually experiment with a variety of objects (hot dogs, cucumbers, pop bottles,etc.) and boys, some older, some younger, sometimes with two or three at a time. For some reason, even with the boys who fumbled like idiots getting my pants down or who had no idea how to properly lick a girlâs pussy (even with clear instructions!), I still never got bored doing it. Sex for me was the absolute most fun of anything else I could imagine. The truth was, then or now, Iâd rather fuck than eat chocolate ice cream and I love chocolate ice cream. Anyway, Amy and I were walking to the Greenbriar Mall, both of us overheated and sticky at 92 in the shade (all of Alabama being a hot-box in summer), when I told her what weâd been up to, my father and I. After bursting out with surprise at first, she just stopped walking and stared at me, not believing such a thing could happen. This was like a betrayal to her, she figured. âYou should have told me,â she insisted. âSex with your dad! Wow!â âItâs a big secret,â I told her. âIf my mom found out, weâd both be dead! Iâm only telling you because my dad wants you to join us this weekend.â Her mouth dropped open and she grabbed her chest through her skimpy halter top, acting like she was having heart palpitations. âOh my God! My God! My God!â And I suddenly noticed that her pink nipples were almost poking through her halter top, their hard little points very much out there. Her boobs werenât as large as mine, my 32Bâs the âbig onesâ compared to her 32Aâs, but her nipples had those ultra-sensitive tips that reminded me of our Thanksgiving turkeyâs pop-up button, particularly when I was kissing her bare tits while fingerfucking her. âItâs okay, Amy,â I gently took her arms and shook her with a laugh. âCalm down, weâre not going to the White House or anything! Itâs just my dadâs.â We still had about 18 minutes before reaching the Mall, so I walked her over to a green park bench and sat her down. She was suddenly as flushed as if sheâd 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. âIâm so excited!â she said, all shaky. âYou made my pussy all wet!â While I held both of her hands, she spread her knees slightly and we both glanced down at the crotch of her tight pink cotton shorts, the perfect outline of her gently bulging vagina, slit and all, clearly noticeable if you knew enough to look. âYou little slut, I can even smell it,â I told her. âItâs getting me wet, too.â âGive me details, Courtney. Dirty details!â âWhat should I tell you?â She swallowed hard, then looked at me as if Iâd brought her the best present sheâd ever received by simply inviting her to a weekend of rampant sexual adventures. âFirst off,â she asked, âare you sure itâs okay with your father, that I come along?â I gave both her hands a quick squeeze, then released them. âOf course, he wants you there,â I told her. âHe thinks youâre really cute.
â âOh, God.â I studied her another moment, then brushed a strand of her fine blond hair back from her innocent face, which got me a quick smile in return. Amyâs wide blue eyes, always bright, were literally shining with excitement. Potential sexual excitement, I knew. âWill you let him do dirty stuff to you?â I asked, knowing the answer. âOf course!â she said, eagerness in her voice. âLike what?â âYou know, eat your pussy, suck your boobs, stick his cock in your mouth,â I ventured. âHeâll want toâŠejaculate in your mouth, too, I bet!â That was a word Iâd learned right at the beginning from my dad. âYouâre turning me on even more!â she said. And then, âWhat do you do with him?â I gave her a suggestive smile, then glanced around first, looking for eavesdroppers, lip-readers, neighbors that knew us, whatever, before saying anything that might get us in big trouble. âWe do everything,â I said. âWe watch dirty movies firstââ âWait!â she cut me off. âDoes your dad want to fuck me? I havenât done that yet, like you, but he can fuck me all weekend if he wants!â âIâm sure he wants to fuck you,â I said. âAnd heâs had a vasectomy, but itâs not like youâve never had a cock in you. I know you have.â That was true: Amy was obsessed with the always-stiff penis of her irritating twin brother, Paul, always giving him intense sexual attention.She even drew pictures of it for me, his young cock, showing what it looked like standing up, stiff and veined, in several different, quite flattering perspectives, with white stuff coming out of the end. She really did have artistic talent, Iâd realized then. Amy had made a hobby, actually, of that annoying boyâs cock: kissing it, licking it, sucking it and even rubbing the swollen head of it against her slippery clit until they both climaxed, his cum shooting in white-beaded spurts onto her fine, almost non-existent pubic hair or flat tummyâbut never, ever, ever getting any of it into her wet pussy (she prayed!). âThat doesnât count!â she protested. âPaulâs never fucked me! Not inside, not all the wayââ âI donât believe you!â I laughed. âHe had to fuck you, all the way inâyou couldnât get his dick pressed against your pussy all those times and not try it out!â âWe didnât!â she insisted. âIâm still a virgin! We just do it in my butt sometimes.â That was true as well: Amy learned she could have orgasms getting fucked in her anus, without even touching her clit. And her brother always used enough KY-jelly in her tight asshole to get his slender cock entirely up her narrow butt every time they did it. âGod, it feels so good,â she crooned. âGoing all the way in like that. I lay face-down with my hips propped up over two pillows and Paul fucks the shit out of my asshole until I come. And when I come, he says my butthole sucks the cum right out of his dick!â âHeâs such an obnoxious little jerk, though!â âCourtney, youâve got to let him fuck you in the ass!â she insisted. âHe fills my whole butt with cum!â That part interested me, I admitâIâm kind of a little cum-freak anywayâbut it still annoyed the hell out of me, hearing about it, just like anything my jerky boy-cousin was involved with. He just all-out irritated me. âWhatever,â I finally shrugged. In any case, Amy was too excited to continue to the Mall, so we headed back to her house to root through her underwear drawer and pick out her sexiest possible panties for the weekend. âNow tell me everything,â she said, before we even got to her underwear drawer. With her door closed, she pulled me down beside her on the bed. âEverything!â As I started to tell her the things Iâd done with my fatherâ and the things I knew he wanted to do to herâshe slipped her hand into the top of my shorts and into my underpants. Her slim fingers easily found my slick pussy, then my clitoris, which made me jerk slightly with that first rush of intense sensation. My breath caught in my throat as her hand began gently squeezing my entire pubic mound as well. She knew exactly the right spots, all right, so I spread my legs, leaned back on my elbows and let her fingerfuck me as I talked. âThis'll help you remember the details better,â she told me. And, of course, she was absolutely right. To Be ContinuedâŠ