Playing House With Amy

by The Wizard Whitebeard

Several times a year, my family visited my mother-in-law, who lives about 100 miles away. My wife has a brother that lives near their mother. He has a wife, a sixteen year old son and a ten year old girl named Amy.

We visited infrequently, but when we did, her brother and his wife always showed up, ostensibly so the cousins could see one another. My mother-in-law's theory was less kind. Their visits always coincided with dinner. Although an excellent cook, she was just as apt to order in a pizza or some other take out food in protest.

One summer, my wife decided we should spend the weekend. As predicted, her brother's family showed up Friday night about an hour before dinner time. My son and daughter, both teenagers, disappeared in to the basement with their boy to play some board game. My wife and her mother visited with her brother and his wife in the dining room.

I had decided to relax in front of the living room television. I was just channel surfing. Amy padded in as the TV flipped to some cartoon channel, which immediately drew her interest. I didn't care much, so I left it. She plopped near me on the sofa. She looked up at her Uncle Bill and gave me a quick smile.

"Cuddle with me?" I patted the spot next to me. Amy bounced over a couple of feet and propped her back against me with my arm around her.

I started stroking her stomach lightly.

"Amy? Should I rub you?" Her little head nodded. I placed my hand in her lap. "Here?" Again, she nodded. I began to caress the inside of her thighs and the top of her mound. I moved around and around. When I received no objection, I softly rubbed her vulva through the outside of her shorts.

Amy was glued to the television, but as I continued, she spread her legs a bit so it was easier for me to reach her.

"More?" I asked. Once again, her I saw the top of her silky hair nod.

I slipped my hand up and into the elastic of her shorts, right in to her cotton panties. I felt the little nub of her clit which I tickled back and forth. Soon I worked my way down to her little hole.

"Open up," I suggested. She split her knees wide and I felt her tiny pussy hole dilate apart. On my downward rubs, I slipped a finger in just to the first knuckle. After three or four penetrations, her little butt wriggled slightly.

"How's that?" I whispered.

"A little softer," she whispered back. I moved back to her clit with the gentlest touch I could manage.

We sat like this for a long time, perhaps fifteen minutes. Amy did not appear to be going anywhere.

"Dinner!" I heard a call from the kitchen.

Amy sighed deeply but did not move.

"Perhaps we should get to the table?" Once again she nodded, but did not say a word. I removed my hand and gave her a little hug. She stood up, turned to me and hugged me back.

"Can you give me a peek where I was rubbing?" I asked.

With a funny smile, she slipped her hands in her waistband and pulled the front of her shorts down so I could admire her bare slit. I slid my finger between her legs and up her smooth little folds.

"I enjoyed rubbing you," I told her. She smiled again, restored her clothing and skipped up the stairs to the split level dining room.

The next day, my brother-in-law's family returned late in the morning so the children could spend the afternoon in the pool and, according to my mother-in-law, so they could work in a free lunch too.

The three teenagers took off together leaving Amy. She looked listlessly at the adults.

"What are you going to do with yourself?" Amy's mother asked her. She shrugged.

I started to head out the back door. "I'm going to enjoy the beautiful day with a walk," I announced. Amy looked at me. "Care to join me?" I asked.

Amy nodded and followed me out.

I headed back behind the rear foliage where there was an ancient playhouse for my wife and her brother back when they were children. I walked around the house with Amy trailing me.

"What's in here?" I asked.

"Just some kitchen stuff," Amy said.

I looked through the window. There was a small kitchen set with a table and some children's plates and cups. There were two windows looking in on the kitchen. By peeking in, I could see that a small fake television sat against the wall at the other end with a large mat in front.

"So what do you want to do now?" I asked her. She shrugged again. "Do you want to play in here?"

"What?"

"I don't know. Do you want to play house?" That appeared to interest her. "I can be the daddy."

"I don't want to be the little girl," complained Amy.

"How about if you be the mommy?"

"Okay!"

I had to duck down to get through the door. In fact, the ceiling inside forced me to stoop. I finally plopped down on the floor next to the table near the little stove and plastic refrigerator.

"Ah, the day is almost done." I helped set the stage. "What's for dinner, Dear?"

Amy took the cue and started pretending to whip up some food.

"You just sit by the table, Hon. It's almost ready."

Apparently this was just the sort of play Amy liked. She finished "making" the meal and served the invisible food on plastic plates. I pretended to gobble it up. I thanked her and told her it was delicious.

"Amy?"

"Yes?"

"If you're the mommy and I'm the daddy, where's the baby?" She seemed a bit perplexed as she thought about that. I said, "Oh, I know."

"You do? Where?"

"Well, mommies and daddies make babies."

"I know that!" she insisted.

"I guess we haven't made one yet."

"Oh." She looked a little disappointed.

"Shall we pretend to do that?"

"Uh, okay. How do we do that?"

"Do you know how babies are made?"

"Um. Mommies make them in their tummies."

"Well, yes. But mommies make them for daddies."

"Oh. I guess so. I never thought about it."

"Yes. Mommies make the babies for daddies."

I let her think about that for a second.

"Do you know how they do that?"

"Not exactly, no." I don't think Amy had a clue.

"Do you know where the babies come from?"

Amy looked a little embarrassed. "You mean after it's in their tummies?"

"Yes."

She pointed down between her legs. "They come out here."

"Yep. Eventually."

"After nine months!" Amy said proudly.

"But how do they get started at the beginning of the nine months?"

"I'm not sure. Don't they just start growing?"

"No. The daddy starts them."

"Really? How does he do that?"

"Well, the daddy has a bag, a sack between his legs. In that sack he makes a special juice that can start a baby."

Amy was paying very close attention.

"The mommy and the daddy kiss, usually at bedtime. Then the daddy puts his penis in the mommy's baby maker and squirts the juice."

"Wow," she gasped.

"It takes a lot of juice to make one baby so they have to do it lots."

It took a moment or two for Amy to digest this new information. Then she asked innocently, "Do you have any baby juice?"

"Sure! Do you want to play 'make a baby'?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay." I fell back in to character.

I yawned. "It's getting pretty late Dear. Do you want to go to bed now?"

Amy yawned too. "Okay. It's been a long day." I scooted to the other end of the room on the mat, away from the windows. I took off my shoes and socks. Amy slipped off her sandals. I lay down on the mat.

"Good night, Dear." Amy lay down next to me. "Kiss goodnight?" I asked.

"Uh huh," she said expectantly.

I rolled on my side and put my arm around her. I moved my face very close to hers.

"When mommies kiss to get daddies to make babies, they open their lips and stick out their tongues."

Her brow furrowed. She stuck out her tongue. "Like thith?"

"Sort of. Not now. During the kiss."

"Won't that get it in your mouth?"

"Use your tongue to rub my tongue."

Amy still looked doubtful but she put her face back close to mine. I put my arms around her and held her little body against me. My mouth brushed hers and her lips parted slightly. I followed suit and soon I felt the tip of her tongue probing for mine. Our tongues touched and I began a slow passionate kiss. Amy closed her eyes and melted in my arms. For a first time, her technique was fairly credible.

After a little while we surfaced for air.

"How was that? Good?"

She smiled and nodded. She kissed me again. I caressed her smooth skin as the electricity sparked.

She lay flat with her eyes closed and sighed. Then she opened them.

"What's next?"

"Well, we can't sleep in our clothes."

She opened her eyes in alarm looking at the other end of the room at the windows. "What if someone comes?"

By now we could hear splashing in the pool.

"I think they're all busy."

She giggled. "Okay."

I sat up and pulled off my shirt. Amy slipped the sun dress she wore over her head, revealing her smooth chest with brown nipples. She wore white panties with pink flowers. I slipped off my shorts and boxers in one move. My cock was very stiff. Amy stared for a moment. I reached over and slid her panties down. She quickly stepped out of them and lay back down.

I resumed kissing her, but as my hand ran over her smooth skin, I slid down to her pussy, applying firm pressure to her clit and light touches to the inside of her thighs. Her legs parted. To my delight I found a damp love hole.

"Show me the sack," she demanded.

I sat her up and put her hand under my penis. "Feel the balls in the sack? Not too hard." She rubbed my scrotum, playing with the testicles hidden within. "That's what makes the baby juice."

"It feels pretty full," as if she had any basis for comparison.

"Let's empty it then, shall we?" She nodded. "Lie down on your back." She did. "Lift your knees slightly and spread your legs." I was astounded to see how limber she was. Her legs split so her kneecaps touched the mat. Her pussy was wide open, beckoning me to enter. "Now I'll get over you."

I moved on to my hands and knees, looking her straight in the eyes. I reached down and kissed her again. As I decended, I rubbed my cock up her slit a couple of times. Amy gasped and sucked on my tongue.

"Ready to make a baby, Dear?"

She was right back in form. "Give me some baby juice please, Hon."

That was all I needed. I took my cock in my right hand. I rubbed it up, down, up, down, then pushed the tip in to her vagina. Amy's back arched slightly.

I didn't penetrate her very far, only an inch or so, but I rocked back and forth so the glans moved out, then back in to Amy's depths ever so slightly. Each time I penetrated her, she inhaled sharply.

"Okay?" I checked.

She nodded quickly. "Keep going!" she barely whispered.

I started pumping a little faster but only pushed a little deeper. Amy's hole was plenty wet but her cunt was stretched wide just to get in a few inches. I couldn't believe how great her tight snatch felt each time I entered her. Pretty soon I was at the brink.

"Here we go, Dear."

I guess she felt she had a role to fulfill. "Give me your baby juice, Hon! Make a baby in me!"

That was all it took. I pushed in as far as I dared and gave a huge squirt of semen. Amy's eyes opened wide with surprise. My penis kept sliding out and in just a little bit in time with my ejaculations. Soon I was spent.

I lifted myself off my elbows back on to my hands. I pulled out, but Amy's legs stayed split wide open. There in front of me I could see her little pussy brimming over with white, sticky semen.

Amy smiled up at me. I put my index finger in her cunt and lifted a dollop to her lips.

"This is the baby juice. It's kind of magic because it is so good for you, it can make another person. Go ahead, lick it off."

She looked at my finger cross eyed, then put my finger right in her mouth. It came out with a smacking sound.

Amy looked totally relaxed, but as her stretched vagina began to contract, the massive load I had deposited welled up and started to leak down her butt. I pulled a hankerchief out of my shorts pocket. It was just the thing to wipe her off and soak up the extra semen, leaving a glistening coat as deep as I could see.

"Did we make a baby yet?" she asked.

"Probably not yet." She frowned slightly. "It takes lots of times to get one going, Dear."

"Oh. Okay. Then we better play house again."

"Real soon, Dear. When were you thinking?"

"After lunch." I should be recovered by then, I thought.

Amy jumped up, pulled on her panties and slipped on her dress. I pulled my clothes on too. We headed back to the real house for some real food.

Amy held my hand and smiled up at me as we walked.