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Sweet, Sweet Amy ~ Chapter XII ~ Steve
Story Codes: M/g, Incest, Romantic, ConsensualPosted: 10 January 2010
That first time with Amy was the point that changed my life forever.
I had been in love before, or so I thought. I had experienced some very deep feelings for several women throughout my life to that point; things just never seemed to work out. I honestly believe that there was a reason for that. That first time that Amy and I made love, I knew what the reason was. I had simply been waiting to find a love like this. I had been waiting to find this love.
The completely innocent willingness with which she gave herself to me was something that I'll never forget. Her seduction had been not just physical; she had helped me to turn a corner, to discover that it was more than possible for us to share this kind of a relationship, regardless of the difference in our ages, regardless of her youth. She was wasn't a child, she was a woman-child; a rather fine line perhaps, but a very important distinction.
When we had finished that evening, after Amy had softly wept herself to sleep next to me, my arms around her, I had time to reflect on what this meant to me, and to us. Practical considerations came to my mind first. Amy and I would have to be extremely careful. As much as she acted like an adult, she was still a kid, and she had child-like reactions to things sometimes. Her impulsiveness could potentially cause us some trouble if we weren't careful, as it had with Marissa.
There was the matter of pregnancy to consider, as well. I could not, and would not allow that to happen. While I knew that Amy had not yet started to menstruate, she would be starting at any time now. I didn't think that it would be quite safe for me to try to arrange to put her on birth control, given her age; nor would it be fair of me to place that burden on the shoulders of an eleven-year-old girl, no matter how mature. Considering it, I decided that it would be best for me to take care of it myself. I made a mental note to see about a vasectomy immediately.
Amy had friends, and at times, those friends came to visit. She had yet to have friends spend the night with her, but she did have visitors, and they spent time in her bedroom, doing whatever it is that girls their age do when they're alone together. I wanted Amy to share my bed not just for sex, but as a regular occurrence. I wanted her to sleep with me every night, if possible. But we would have to make sure that appearances were kept up. Her room would have to be maintained. I thought perhaps one drawer in the dresser, and a small amount of closet space would allow her to effectively move into my room with enough clothes for daily use, while maintaining her room for the sake of appearance.
Having considered some of the practical issues that faced us for the moment, my thoughts turned to the soft, warm little bundle of beauty sleeping quietly in my arms. I turned my head slightly, kissing the top of her head, then inhaling the clean smell of her hair. I felt an almost physical ache in my heart for her, unlike anything I'd ever known before. That quickly, I knew that I was completely in love with Amy. I knew, with no doubt, that there would never be anyone who could compare to her in my life. She had given herself to me completely, with no hesitation or doubt. That was a gift that I could not have refused, even if I had wanted to. I most certainly did not want to.
This giving in on my part to what Amy wanted was something that was almost instantaneous. I had fought it for a while now, argued against it in my mind, but when that switch was thrown in my mind, I crossed the line with no hesitation. I felt no guilt at all, which I wondered at for a period of time that first night. The conclusion that I came to was that I felt no guilt because I was convinced, in my heart, that I had done nothing wrong. I loved Amy - I was in love with her - and what had happened was a natural expression of that feeling. It was with that thought that I hugged Amy's warm body closer to me and drifted into sleep.
When I woke the next morning, Amy was gone. I stretched, and then I heard her humming happily as she padded down the hall from the bathroom. She came through the door smiling, completely naked still; when she saw that I was awake, she grinned and flung herself onto the bed next to me. She kissed me on the lips, a loud smacking kiss, then grinned at me again.
"Good morning, Daddy!" she said. "Did you sleep okay? I sure did!"
I wormed my arm under and around her, pulling her close to me.
"I've never slept better in my life, Princess," I said.
As she snuggled down into my shoulder, Amy noticed that I had my usual morning wood. My cock was standing straight up, pointing proudly at the ceiling. She squealed, lifting her head to look at me.
"Daddy!" she said with a grin. "Why is it hard already? Did I do that?"
I laughed. "Well, I'd like to say that you did it, Princess, but actually, it's hard pretty much every morning when I wake up. It's called 'morning wood,' and most men wake up that way."
"Every morning, Daddy?"
"Pretty much, yes."
"Cooool," she said, as a rather seductive look came over her face. "So, I can wake up every morning and have my Daddy for breakfast? Before my regular breakfast?" With this, she slid one leg over my thigh as her hand slid down my body. She took my cock gently in her hand and began to stroke it slowly, bringing a gasp from me.
What was I supposed to do, tell her "No?" Besides, I was pretty much speechless at the moment. Amy began to kiss the side of my neck as she stroked my cock, then a bit awkwardly, she began to kiss her way down my body. What she lacked in finesse, she more than made up for in her eager willingness. As her lips reached my belly, I stopped her.
"Wait, Princess. Turn around for me. Let me show you something."
I laughed when Amy rolled over so that her back was to me. "No, Sweetie, I meant to put your feet up here by my head."
I helped her to position herself. "Put your knees right beside my chest, Baby. That's it, put your calves under my arms. Now you can lean down and 'have your breakfast' while I have mine, too."
"Ooh, Daddy! I think I'm gonna like this!" I could hear the grin in her voice as she spoke. I didn't reply; I just turned my attention to the matter at hand, which was hovering right above my face.
My upper arms were resting on Amy's calves; I reached up with my hands and grasped the firm, round globes of her ass. I squeezed lightly, relishing the firm softness, the way that my fingers sank into her flesh. Holding each half of that tight, fleshy, peach-shaped ass in one hand, I pulled her cheeks apart, revealing her entire crotch to my gaze, everything opened up for my admiration.
Her asshole was a dark pink color, crinkled tightly shut. I made a mental note to pay special attention to that little opening, determined to eventually introduce Amy to the joys of anal sex. Just below her perfect little asshole, I could see the opening to her pussy, already glistening with moisture. With my thumbs holding her open, I could see into her tight pussy; a pale pink little love tunnel that was now mine to enjoy. Further down, with the outer lips of her pussy pulled wide open, I could see every fold and crevice; her slightly underdeveloped inner lips shining wetly at me, the hood of her little clitoral bud slightly pulled back, allowing that tiny nub to peek out at me.
Amy had apparently been doing exactly what I was doing, examining the object of her desire. Her inspection finished, I felt her lips brush lightly across the tip of my cock, making me gasp slightly. Her tongue dragged over the head next in a long, slow sweep, making me moan, which brought a soft giggle from Amy. She had the shaft of my cock gripped tightly in one hand, her other hand was caressing my balls. I felt the pointed tip of her tongue dig into the tiny slit at the tip of my cock; my hips lifted from the bed at this and I moaned more loudly. Turning her attention to the rest of my cock, she began to kiss and lick the shaft along the bottom and sides, driving me insane with pleasure. She might be a novice, but this was a little girl who would one day be a world-class cock sucker.
Raising my head, I ran my tongue up along the back of Amy's thigh tracing a line straight to her beautiful little asshole. I circled its perimeter with the tip of my tongue, then repeated the process from the other leg. This time, when I reached her tight little rosebud, I dug the tip of my tongue inside, delighting in the musky taste and the tightness I found there. As my tongue squirmed a wet trail into her ass, I felt Amy shiver above me, felt her ass clench and then relax around my tongue. Withdrawing my tongue, I tickled the outside with the tip; Amy pushed her ass back against my face, silently begging me to shove my tongue back inside. I was more than happy to oblige her. Sealing my lips tightly to her puckered anus, I slid my tongue forward again.
As I continued to root around in Amy's ass with my tongue, bringing small, muffled whimpers from her throat, I suddenly felt her mouth close over the head of my cock. Hot, wet with her saliva, she slowly slid her mouth down until she had taken about half of my cock into her wet throat. While this was her limit as far as depth, it was pure heaven to me. The feeling of her soft, bald pussy pressed against my chin, her ass clenching and relaxing around my tongue, her flat chest pressed to my belly; all of this only increased the pleasure of her warm mouth. She began to move her head up and down, her tongue busily squirming over the skin of my cock as she began to apply a hard suction to me. I nearly exploded right there; it took a major effort on my part to maintain control. I wanted this to last as long as possible, and I wanted to come at the same time that Amy did.
As Amy found her rhythm, moving her head slowly up and down along my cock, I had to take my attention away from her ass. Beautiful little rosebud that it was, her eager little hands, mouth and tongue were making quick work of my willpower. I lay my head back down on the pillow and stared up at the glistening little-girl flesh above me. Her anus was wet with my saliva, her perfect little pussy was somewhat swollen, her slit pouting open slightly and dripping with moisture. I lifted my head again, bringing my lips to her pussy for a light kiss; unable to hold back any longer, I burrowed my tongue into her hot wet passage. She squealed as my tongue invaded her, pressing herself back against my face as her mouth began to work my cock with renewed vigor.
My God, she was so tight!
Of course I had noticed this last night. Amy's pussy had gripped my cock like a strong, hot vise, almost to the point of being painful. I had simply put that down to the fact that she was eleven years old, and that she was a virgin. Now though, as the muscles of her vagina gripped my tongue, squeezing it in a tight embrace, I realized just how very tight she was. I found myself amazed that I had lasted for all of five minutes before emptying my balls into her the night before!
As the tip of my finger found and began to probe lightly at her little pink rosebud, I felt Amy squirm against my face, grinding down against my mouth. As I slipped just the tip of my finger inside that impossibly tight little ass, she squealed again. I felt her pussy ripple along my tongue, then clamp down hard as a small gush of wetness flowed into my mouth. I drank from her, savoring the nectar of her pussy. Managing to worm my other hand under her, I dragged my thumb across her clit. I was rewarded with a muffled scream as her thighs clamped against my head, locking me in place as she ground her pussy lewdly into my face. As a fresh, more copious gush of fluid filled my mouth, I went over the edge with my Baby, my cock suddenly erupting as I groaned out my pleasure into the wet warmth of Amy's perfect, hot little pussy.
Amy's body went rigid above me, her legs locking my head to her pussy as a sound - half growl, half moan, leaked from her mouth along with my semen. I was dimly aware of her pussy spasming and clutching at my tongue, her ass tightening down on my finger; dimly, because I also felt as though the entire inside of my body was being pulled through my cock. "Visceral" is the only word to adequately describe this orgasm I was experiencing; my ass was off the bed, my cock thrust as deeply into Amy's mouth as it would go. I could feel her valiantly trying to swallow the thick, hot fluid jetting from my balls, through my cock and into her mouth. Most of it though, just leaked out the corners of her mouth. There was just too much of it, and it was erupting too fast for her to cope with swallowing it.
Amy began to relax above me; her thighs loosened, allowing my head to move again. I began to gently lap at her sweet pussy, cleaning up the delicious wetness that was still seeping from within her. As I caressed her wet pink folds with my tongue, I slipped my finger from her ass, then ran my tongue up across her rosebud as it snapped shut quickly. I felt her shudder with a little aftershock from her orgasm, felt her chest heaving against my belly. Her body continued to give those little shudders now and then as she came down from her plateau.
To my surprise, the next thing I felt was a tentative lapping of her tongue at the base of my cock. Amy was cleaning up the mess I'd made, hesitantly at first, then more boldly as she found, apparently, that the taste of my semen wasn't too objectionable. I heard a soft slurping sound, then felt my cock twitch in response to her tongue as she began to lick my balls clean. When I couldn't take it anymore, I turned her around, pulling her up to lay beside me. As I turned my head to kiss her, I felt her arms snake around my neck, and she kissed me deeply, her juices on my lips mixing with my own on hers. She pulled away abruptly, running her tongue over her lips, then grinning at me.
"Hey! I don't taste bad at all, do I, Daddy?"
I laughed out loud. "You, my sweet little princess, taste better than anything I've ever tasted before in my life."
Amy grinned again, then locked her mouth to mine once more. Breaking the kiss again, she looked at me smiling.
"That was awesome, Daddy! I think we need to do that every morning when we wake up!"
"Sweetheart," I said, "we can do this anytime you want to. You won't get any arguments from me."
Amy wrinkled her nose suddenly. "Daddy, we smell funny. I think we both need a shower."
"We smell like sex, Baby," I said. "I think we smell wonderful. But you're right, we should shower. It wouldn't do for the two of us to walk around together reeking of sex."
Amy bounced off the bed, taking my hand and pulling me up.
"Come on, then, Daddy! let's go! I'm hungry, too." She reached out and grasped my cock with one hand, giggling as she began to pull me out of the bedroom toward the bath. "This thing is gonna be fun in lots of ways!" She led me by the cock down the hall, where we showered, then we both went downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast. Naked, of course. As we ate, we discussed what we were going to do with the rest of the day. A trip to the mall was planned, to get a few things for school that Amy needed, and a couple of extras that she begged me for.
All in all, it turned out to be a wonderful day. With only one major bump in the road a few weeks later, every day seemed to be more wonderful than the last. But it's not time to go there yet. We have a little more to talk about first.
~ To Be Continued ~