Tim said, “It’s okay if you don’t want to, but if you don’t your boyfriend won’t French your pussy.” Tim started kissing her and squeezing her crotch.
While they were moaning and rubbing, Amy thought about kissing Tim’s peter. The thought was kind of exciting.
“Okay, I want to learn the other part,” Amy whispered.
“Are you sure?” Tim said.
“Yeah,” she said.
“Okay,” Tim said and pulled his jeans and underwear off. “Now, I’ll lay back and close my eyes.”
Amy got to her knees and blushed. Tim lay still, his rubber rod standing straight up. She crawled over to his knees and hesitated. She guessed she was supposed to do what he did and spread his legs and lay down between them.
She put her hands on his knees and pushed them apart, her ears reaching out for sounds from downstairs. Her face was burning.
Amy leaned down and looked closely at Tim’s peter. She pinched the tip. Tim smiled. It had a little helmet with a hole in it. She fondled his testicles.
They were ugly and wrinkly.
“Take your time,” Tim said. “There’s nothing to be scared of. Just act like it’s my finger.”
Amy leaned down and put her tongue on his ‘finger’. Tim sighed. It didn’t look like a finger, but it did make it easier to think of it as a finger before she touched it.
Amy licked it and Tim said ‘um’ in a dreamy way. She put her mouth over it and sucked a little. His peter tasted funny. Not like a finger.
Tim groaned. His balls tightened. Weird, Amy thought.
While she was sucking on Tim’s peter she rolled her tongue around the shaft. He liked that so she did it some more. He put his hands on her head and moved it up and down and he really liked that.
Amy enjoyed making Tim feel good. It made her feel good. She licked and sucked and bobbed her head. She felt like she was controlling him with pleasure.
Tim’s breathing grew frantic. He stopped Amy and said, “okay, one more lesson.”
Amy leaned back on her knees. Tim pulled the blankets back and crawled in. Amy crawled in too.
They met in the middle and kissed for a while, both rubbing each other’s privates.
Then Amy said, “What’s the next lesson?” She hoped it was Tim Frenching her, but she didn’t know. Tim seemed to be thinking it over. Then he pushed Amy onto her back. He tugged at her shorts and she lifted her butt and he pulled them off. Then he pulled her panties off. He spread her knees and lay on top of her. “What are you doing?” Amy asked.
“Last lesson,” Tim said, “is touching private parts. Close your eyes.” Amy did and Tim pushed his penis into her vagina a little and rubbed the tip up and down. It was dry so he crawled down and put his tongue in there, then went back to rubbing it with the tip of his penis.
Amy could feel him pushing his rubbery rod into her pussy a little and rubbing up and down. It felt okay, but Tim moaned and groaned like he was in heaven. She felt herself respond. She felt her privates getting tingly and slick.
Tim lay across her and pushed his hips up and down, his peter rubbing across her vulva and clitoris. Amy thought it felt nice. It was getting slippery down there.
Tim put his hand between them and suddenly his peter was inside her. “Whoa!” she said, pushing at his chest. “What are you doing?”
Tim was breathing hard. He said, “This is called fucking. It’s just the last part of Frenching. I put my peter in your pussy and push it in and out. It feels really good. Like when I put my finger in your pussy. That was called finger fucking. This is real fucking.”
Amy didn’t know about that. It felt weird. She knew his peter wasn’t a finger, but she was ready for more.
“Okay,” Tim said, “I won’t put it in all the way. Just a little and if you don’t like it I’ll stop.” He kissed her again and used his hand to rub his peter inside the opening of her pussy.
Amy was prepared to not like it. Tim’s peter was big and she couldn’t imagine how he could squeeze it all the way inside her. His finger was tiny compared to his peter. It did feel good when he finger fucked her, though.
“Just a little bit, then,” she said.
Tim said, “okay.” He put his hand between them and guided his peter back into her. He lay on her and pushed his hips up and down. She felt his peter sliding back and forth inside. He did this for a few minutes and it felt better each time he went in and out.
Amy spread her legs wider and Tim’s peter slipped deeper inside. She could feel their pubic hair touching. Wait, did that mean he was all the way in? Tim moaned and Amy moaned with him. The fucking was all that mattered now. She wanted it to go on and on.
Amy felt like her whole body was blushing while Tim taught her about fucking. She grabbed his butt and willed him to keep going.
Tim pumped faster and groaned. His peter throbbed as it slid in and out of Amy. Then something warm squirted her insides. Did that come out of Tim?
“What was that?” Amy asked.
“It’s nothing,” Tim grunted and pumped and pumped, his belly wet and splotching against Amy’s.
Amy could feel his peter throbbing and squirting. Tim kept pumping.
Finally he shoved his peter in as far as he could, shuddered and slumped on top of her.
Tim lay across her, panting. “That was spunk. It’s what happens when a guy fucks a girl he likes.” His peter was still in her, throbbing. It wasn’t squirting anymore.
Amy was ashamed and disappointed. She’d just done something she thought she wasn’t supposed to do until she was married and she didn’t get to enjoy it as much as Tim seemed to, because, after he was done squirting inside her, his penis got soft and he seemed to lose interest.
Amy said, “You like me a lot?”
“Well,” Tim said, “we’re cousins, so I’m not supposed to like you too much. But, yeah, I like you a lot. You’re very sexy.”
Tim pulled his peter out of Amy. It was soft and wet. He found a bandana on the floor and cleaned his peter. He wiped his spunk off of Amy as best he could and pushed the bandana into the half full clothes hamper.
“Hey, don’t tell anyone I gave you Frenching lessons,” Tim whispered.
“Why did you squirt?” Amy asked.
“It’s called cumming,” he answered, “it feels really good.”
“Do girls cum?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” he said. “Did it feel good?”
“It felt okay,” she said, “but I didn’t get all throbby, like you did.”
“Wanna do it again?” he asked.
“How?” she asked, “your peter is soft.”
“If you suck on it,” he said, “It’ll get hard again.”
So Amy sucked his soft wet peter until it got hard again. Tim slowly became erect as she sucked and licked his flaccid weenie. She really liked this part of Frenching. She wanted to do this part a lot more.
After a while, Tim lay Amy on her back, spread her legs and fucked her again. After he squirted in her a second time she still felt like he enjoyed it more than she did. Amy liked fucking but she preferred sucking his peter. She liked the taste and how it made him feel good. And she could do it without feeling like a naughty girl. He could just pull it out and let her suck on it.
So Amy went down on him again. Tim got hard almost immediately. She wanted to keep sucking his dick but he pushed her onto her back and fucked her again.
As Tim fucked Amy for the third time all she could think about were other boys she could French. There was the white kid, Jimmy, on the school bus that always played with her butt. There was a family of Mexicans down the street with four boys and a girl. The boys were all good looking and the girl was Amy’s sister Pam’s friend. She wanted to French all the boys.
Tim lasted longer this time and Amy started to glow as his penis pistoned away inside her. Her body got warm. She felt the insides of her privates start to clench and flex.
Amy grabbed Tim’s butt cheeks and pushed him hard into her. She was about to top that precipice and she was afraid he’d squirt before she got there.
Then Amy arrived. She had never felt her body seem so joyful. This was better than what she imagined heaven to be like.
Tim’s desperate thrusts prolonged Amy’s climax so she encouraged him by pulling him into her and then he exploded.
Amy lay there while Tim pecked her cheeks and told her how awesome that was.
Amy woke up to the sound of someone clumping up the stairs to her brother’s room. Her bottom was wet and sticky but she rolled out of bed and shoved her legs into her panties and shorts. She shook Tim’s shoulder and he immediately jumped up and did the same.
By the time Joyce made it to the top of the stairs the cousins were playing cards.
“You kids are something else,” Joyce said. “You love playing cards. Maybe you should team up and learn to play Hearts with the grown ups.”
They all laughed.
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