Mommy
Stretches Wendy's Cunny For Daddy's Thingie
by Sterling
"You're a big girl, now, Wendy," said her mommy, Jane North. "That
means you're ready for your coming of age."
Wendy glowed with pride. "What's that?"
"When you've finished, you'll be able to wear dresses."
"Oh,
wow, yippee!" she said. Every girl dreamt of being able to wear
dresses. There was some mysterious thing you had to go through first,
and Wendy had been curious what it was. Now it looked like she was
going to find out!
"Now, when you're a big girl, people are going to treat you like a big
girl. Especially men."
Wendy was confused.
"Come
along with me," said her mother, leading her to the master bedroom.
They sat beside each other on the bed. "You know about your private
parts. Well, they're not going to be quite so private. First, you've
got to show them to me. Pull down your pants and panties."
Wendy
wondered what this was about. No one saw her naked there any more since
she'd learned to take baths by herself. But she did as her mother asked.
"Very good. Now lie back, legs wide apart... wider... Good!"
Her
mother reached into a bag and brought out a complicated device with
tubes, and then a tube like toothpaste. She squeezed a little out onto
her finger.
"Do you know about your special hole? The one that's not for pee or
poop; the other one?"
Wendy knew there were folds and stuff down there, but she didn't know
about any other holes. She shook her head.
"You have a very special hole. It's what makes a girl different from a
boy. You know boys have thingies?"
Wendy nodded.
"Well,
we girls and women have special holes the boys don't have." She reached
in with her finger and Wendy felt the cool gel as her mother rubbed it
on her private parts. She then wiped her finger over the end of a
little plastic thing about the size of a pencil
"I'm going to stick this into your hole. It might hurt a little bit."
Wendy
watched with interest as the pencil-like thing poked at her down there,
and then it started moving inside. It felt weird, and it was weird that
there was even a place for it to go! And it seemed very naughty. But it
didn't hurt, and she figured her mother knew what she was doing. She
felt the thing poke in more and more, going right up into her body!
"How's that? OK?" her mother asked with a warm smile.
When
Wendy nodded, her mother picked up a little bulb that was attached to
the finger thing by a thin tube and squeezed it a couple times. Wendy
felt the thing inside her body swell a little.
"Ouch!" she said.
"Just a little more."
"Ouch, mommy, it hurts!" Wendy said louder. Suddenly that thing
sticking into her wasn't just a curiosity.
Her mother stopped squeezing and patted Wendy's shoulder.
"Can't we take it out?"
"No, dear, we leave it until your body's used to it. It's part of
becoming a big girl. Let me tell you about it."
Wendy smiled weakly.
"You've seen boys' thingies, right?"
Wendy nodded.
"But not any man's, right?"
Wendy shook her head.
"Well,
soon you're going to get to know them. A lot of them, very well." Her
mother stared off into space with a brief smile. "How they feel, how
they look, how they smell... And one way you're going to feel them is
down between your legs. Men are fascinated by what's between a girl's
legs. Their thingies kind of belong down there. That's why we keep that
part of us covered. It's a private part that we only share sometimes.
But when you're a big girl and a man asks you nicely, then it's time to
share it with him. He'll want to look at you there -- and oh, how
they'll smile! They'll want to gently rub all around there. They'll
stick their nose down there and take a deep breath -- it smells really
good to them. Sometimes they lick with their tongues! And they'll open
you up with their fingers, and touch around inside your little flaps,
and then find your tunnel, where this thing is sticking now. They'll
sometimes put their fingers in there. But then the final part, what
they like to do most, is to stick their thingies up there. And so we've
got to make it bigger so the thingies will fit."
That all sounded very, very naughty! It also sounded kind of ooky. But
her mommy was suggesting it, and she trusted her mommy.
"Yes,
when a man sees a cute girl like you, he wants to poke his thingie up
into your body. When we're done stretching out your hole -- it's called
a 'cunt', you know, or on a girl as young and cute as you a 'cunny'.
When we're done stretching it, then you'll get to wear a dress to be
pretty and sexy, and that's a sign so a man knows the treasures up
under the dress are for him to touch and visit, if he's nice."
Wendy was reeling, trying to take in all this information.
"Of
course, he'll take you some place private first. Like the back seat of
his car, or behind a tree. I remember fondly the feel of bark on my
back as a man held me tightly. When he wants to do it quick like that,
sometimes you just pull the crotch of your panties to the side so he
can get his thingie in under there, and then he'll push and it will
slide right up inside you."
The picture was getting a little
clearer. A man was going to put his peeing thing next to her peeing
place and then stick it up her body? Ewww! She looked down at the tail
end of the thing sticking up into her body. She kind of wanted to pull
it out of her right this second -- that thing that was invading her
private space, an inner part of her privates she hadn't even known was
there. And now she was finding her private panty space wasn't as
private as she thought.
Her mother saw her looking and paused. "How's it feeling down there?
Does it still hurt?"
As Wendy considered, her mother took the bulb and pumped a couple times.
"Ouch!" Wendy cried.
"Sorry,
dear. You get used to it, a little at a time. Your cunny is just
designed for man thingies, once it's big enough. It's the right shape,
and it gives them a big sloppy hug they just love so much."
Wendy was grossed out, and it showed on her face.
"It's
what you're made for, dear. We females have our little cunts tucked up
inside us, and that's where men want their thingies to go. So we let
them, because it's our job to make them happy in that way -- something
only we can do. When you see a big man thingie twitching in the air,
bulging out so big, you just know he needs to put it somewhere, and the
place he needs to put it is in you.
Right up there between your legs where this plastic thing is now. And
it's not just having it in you he wants -- though sometimes when a man
has stuck it all the way in he'll just rest there while you feel
stuffed. But more than anything he likes the movement. So he puts it in
and pulls it out, over and over again. Sometimes really fast. And you
feel yourself getting stuffed over and over. You know he's really in
all the way when his body presses firmly against yours down there...
Ready for another squeeze?"
"No!" shouted Wendy.
"Well, OK, just one small one," she said and squeezed.
"Ouch! No!" said Wendy, and reached down to pull it out, but the first
little tug made it hurt even more.
"Now, Wendy, you be a good girl!" said her mother sternly. "That thing
has to be in you to stretch you out for men!"
Wendy's cunny hurt with that big thing in it. She whined, "Why can't I
just be a little girl and keep these parts to myself!"
"Now,
Wendy, you have to know your place in the world. Your place as a big
girl is to let men possess and have their way with that part of you if
they ask nicely. I did it when I was a little girl, and so did all the
other women you know."
"Is it big enough yet?" Wendy asked, looking down between her legs.
"Sorry,
dear, no, we're just getting started. Men's thingies are big! And we're
just working on getting you wide enough so he can start to get his
thingie in. You see this mark down here?" she asked.
There was a red circle four inches down on the part of the long plastic
thing outside her body, and she nodded.
"When we're done, that ring will be out of sight inside your body."
"Huh?" asked Wendy, eyes wide. There's no way it could ever go into her
that far!
"Yeah,
I remember when I was your age, I didn't believe it would fit either.
But you're very stretchy down there, and nature built your cunny so it
can take the biggest man thingie -- take it nicely and smoothly and
politely in a warm, sloppy hug."
"Why do you say sloppy?"
"Oh,
because you get all wet down there when a man starts playing with you
between your legs. Your body gets wet so his thingie slides back and
forth smoothly. It's another sign that your cunny is meant for man
thingies... But say, I think we're about done for the day. Oh, and this
is just our secret, right? Especially don't tell daddy, OK?"
"Why not?"
"It's a surprise for him, and when you're ready he'll see you for the
first time in a dress and be very proud of you."
Wendy
was relieved when her mother pressed a small button on the device and
the plastic thing sticking up her cunny shrank to its original pencil
thickness and her mother took it out. But she was surprised when she
pulled another long round thing out of the bag.
"What's that for?"
"You
wear that tucked up inside between these stretching sessions. It helps
your cunny remember it's getting stretched." And with that, her mother
put some more of the gel on the end of the little finger-shaped thing
and shoved it up into Wendy's body -- her cunny. What a funny word.
The
next day was another session. The little finger-shaped thing that had
been tucked up inside her all night and all day came out, and Wendy
felt a little empty down there. But soon the space was filled by the
expandable plastic thing. Her mother stuck it in farther than before,
until Wendy winced. Then she promptly pumped the plastic thing up,
making it thicker and thicker.
"Yesterday I told you about when
a man takes you into his car or behind a tree. That's when he wants to
get his thingie up into you in a hurry. But sometimes he'll want to
play with all of you. And he'll take you back to his bedroom, or you
can invite him back here. Then he'll usually want you to take off all
your clothes so he can admire your magnificent little body. It's
magnificent to me, but to men it's special in another way too. And
then, like I said yesterday, men will want to kiss you all over your
hair and head and most parts of your body. Especially a pretty girl
like you, they'll be wanting to cover every inch of your skin with
caresses or licks. The plain girls more often just get a thingie up the
cunt pretty quick, but not you."
Wendy felt a little glow. She
was a pretty girl. She kind of knew that already, but she always liked
to hear her mother say it again. She had blue eyes and shoulder-length
wavy brown hair, a round face with a small straight nose, a few
freckles, and dimples when she smiled.
"Sometimes you've got to
work on angles. He wants to get it way, way inside you, and it doesn't
always work quite right. Your cunt goes at a particular angle, so
you've got to move your legs and bum around so he can get lined up just
right. Sometimes he'll take you from the hiney side. That lets him get
in the very deepest."
Wendy wondered how that would work.
"But
whether it's quick or slow, he'll sound like this," she said, and then
gave a series of grunts and pants and moans that Wendy would soon learn
were the different ways a man might sound at his climax. "That's what a
man does when he finishes. That's the best feeling in the world, men
say. You can just see by looking at their faces and listening to them
how very happy you've made them. And you know you're being a very good
little girl."
Wendy nodded. She wanted to be a good little girl.
"And that's also when the special goop is shooting out of his thingie
up into your body."
Wendy gave a puzzled frown. What was this about goop?
"You
know how little boys pee out the end? Well that same hole is what the
men use for the goop. It spurts out, like this: spurt, spurt, spurt,"
she said, flicking her fingers in rhythm. "Then when he pulls his
thingie out, some of the goop stays inside and some comes out."
"Yuck!" said Wendy.
"Oh,
it's perfectly natural! You're a big girl now and always do your pee
and poop in the toilet, never in your panties, but man goop is
different. It just drips and oozes out and you can't control it, no
matter how big a girl you get to be. It will make stains on your
panties, and that's a sign you've been a good girl!"
"Why can't the men just keep their goop to themselves?"
Her
mother laughed. "Oh, but the whole point of the thing is for them to
put the man goop in you. It's a special present men make for girls and
women. When a man shoots it into a woman, it's how a baby gets started."
"What?"
"Just a second." Her mother blew up the practice thingie another couple
squeezes.
"Ouch," said Wendy quietly, fighting back tears. By now she knew she
just had to put up with the pain.
Her
mother proceeded to tell her all about how babies are made. When Wendy
had absorbed most of the information, she said, "So am I going to grow
a baby inside when a man dumps his goop up there?"
"No, you
won't; you're way too young. But men still like to dump their stuff up
there in little girls. They say it feels super-special... So when the
man is all done with you, pull your panties up and smooth your skirt
down flat so you're modest. And the panties will catch the goop that
comes out of your hole, at least some of it. Good girls get stains on
their panties. But if a man has done it to you a bunch of times, or a
bunch of different ones have, or if he just had a whole lot of goop,
then your panties can't catch it all and it starts down your legs. You
should get to a bathroom and clean it up if you can, but there's no
shame in having goop trailing down your leg a little too."
Goop
running down her leg. She made a face. One of the advantages of being
toilet trained, she remembered, was that you didn't have goopy stuff
messing you up down there, but now it looked like she'd have the
problem all over again.
"Men have to do it to little girls too,
you know, if they're ever going to start babies. No one knows why, but
unless a man gets his thingie hugged tight by a little girl regularly
and goops her insides, then his stuff that's supposed to give a woman a
baby doesn't work right."
The
sessions went on, day after day. The plastic inflatable thing reached
into her further each day, and her mother blew it up to be thicker each
time too. Instead of just sticking it up her when it was skinny, she
sometimes blew it up most of the way first and shoved it in that way,
so Wendy got to feel what it would be like for a real man thingie to
push her open. Her mother shoved it back and forth a little, so she'd
know that part of it too.
It stopped hurting, and finally the
day came when her mother took the overnight plastic thingie out, but
didn't produce the cunt-stretching blow-up thing. Instead, she showed
Wendy four lovely little dresses, and let her pick out the one to wear
to dinner, a light blue one with white tights underneath.
"Your
daddy's going to be so proud of you," she said, then took Wendy by the
shoulders and looked her straight in the eye. "And I bet he's going to
want to be the first one to stick his thing in you."
Her daddy?
She hadn't thought yet about the actual men who would be attached to
the thingies, but that made sense. She loved her daddy, and if she was
going to make a man happy, he'd be the one she'd want the most.
Wendy's
father was sitting down in the living room. He'd been home from work
for a little while and was relaxing before dinner. Her mother paused
with her in the hallway and smiled at her before they entered. "Jim,
take a look at your daughter."
Her father's eyebrows went up.
"Oh my, look at you!" he said, smiling at her. He'd been smiling at her
for years, of course, but something else showed in his smile now. "Come
here, little princess."
"You like my dress, Daddy?" said Wendy, standing proudly in front of
him.
"Oh,
I love that dress very much," he said. "It looks wonderful on you. But
I bet you'll look pretty wonderful without it, too," he continued,
exchanging smiles with Wendy's mother.
"Come sit in daddy's
lap," he said, and Wendy clambered up, sitting sideways as he put his
right hand under her knees and the other behind her back to support
her. She lay her head against his chest. She'd snuggled against her
father that way many times before. He kissed the top of her head.
"Oh, my sweet Wendy," he said, taking a deep breath.
Then
he did some things a little differently than he'd done before. His lips
grazed over her head and kissed her on her forehead, while both hands
began moving in circles on her back and on the bottom of her thighs,
different sorts of circles than before.
"Sit up, honey," he
said, lifting her so she sat up straight on his lap. He moved his face
in towards hers, a sweet expression on his face, and she instinctively
turned aside. "Kiss me," he said quietly.
Her father wanted to
kiss her? Well, why not? She loved her daddy. So their lips met, but
not just once. He kissed her over and over, and soon she kissed him
back. He wet his lips and ran them over hers, and it felt kind of nice.
It felt very intimate to have her daddy's scratchy face right by hers
for so long.
Meanwhile, his hands worked over her back and
shoulders and neck. Then he moved them around to the front of her
shoulders and down to her chest, where he rubbed all around gently. She
realized her daddy hadn't ever touched her there before, though now she
wasn't quite sure why. It all felt warm and nice. She felt kind of warm
down in her cunny too.
He placed one hand between her knees and
slid it back and forth on her tights covering inner thighs, moving
higher each time, up under her dress until he touched her panties
through the tights.
She noticed he was breathing fast. "Oh,
baby, I can't stand it," he said. "Let's go to the bedroom." And with
that he picked her up, carrying her like a little child, right hand
back under her knees. and left behind her back. He brought her not to
her room, as he'd done so many times before, but to her parents'
bedroom.
He lay her down on the bed and beamed at her.
Her mother had followed them and appeared in the doorway. "You are
going to ask her permission, aren't you?" she said gently.
"Oh,
yes," he said, smiling. "I really should do that, shouldn't I... Wendy,
would you mind if I play with your body in every possible way? I
really, really want to. Could I? Please?"
Wendy nodded and smiled happily.
"OK,
I'll leave you two. Goodbye, my little virgin," her mother said, then
shut the door behind her. Wendy noticed a tear in her eye as she left.
"Let's
get these covers off," he said, helping Wendy off the bed for a moment
while he pulled them down. Then she lay down again on the fresh white
sheet.
"Oh, baby," said her daddy, sitting on the side of the
bed. After running his hands all over her front and sides and outer
thighs he moved to the inner again, and slid them rapidly up to where
her panties were, pushing her dress up in the process. His hands then
slid up under the dress above the top of her tights, gliding over the
smooth skin of her belly and chest.
"Bottom up," he said, and
she raised her fanny so he could pull the dress up behind her. He left
it scrunched up most of the way to her neck. "Bottom up again," he
said, and this time he grabbed the sides of her tights and panties and
pulled them down smoothly past her knees and then off over her feet.
"Oh
my! Oh my dear, my sweet honey," he whispered solemnly, staring right
at her little cunny lips. He reached a hand down between his own legs
to tug on the cloth. Then he sat on the bed and quickly removed socks
and shoes, unbuttoned his shirt and took it off before pulling his
T-shirt up over his head, leaving his top bare. Wendy liked his hairy
man chest, which she saw pretty often, especially in the summer when it
was hot. But then he rose, unfastened his pants and pulled them off.
Now all he had on was his white underpants, which still wasn't too
different from seeing him in a bathing suit. She didn't quite
understand why it kind of bulged out, but she soon found out. He
removed the underpants and an enormous prong of flesh stood out from
his body. Wendy stared. It had a darker-colored knob, and it was all
covered with veins and funny colors. How could such a thing grow out of
a man? It really was part of daddy, right? She realized it wasn't any
bigger than the long round things her mother had been stuffing her
with, but it seemed bigger because of all the veins and colors and the
fact that it was attached to her daddy.
As she watched, it got even straighter and stiffer. "Spread your legs,
honey," he said.
As
she did, she knew her mommy was right. His thing really did look like
it needed to go into something, and she knew it was the spot between
her legs, her cunny hole.
He knelt between her legs and leaned
down to put his face right down between her legs. He nuzzled all around
her thighs with his nose, then poked it right on the flaps that hid her
cunny hole! She giggled once. He raised his head to look, then used one
thumb from each hand to spread her flaps apart gently, and looked at
her hungrily. To Wendy it felt very naughty but very exciting too.
"Oh, sweetie, you're even wet! You're ready for your daddy?"
Wendy smiled and nodded.
"Oh,
baby, I want you so much. You're so hot!" he said, as he maneuvered
above her and lowered himself. She saw that enormous prong of flesh aim
right up between her legs, right at her cunny hole. The hole in the tip
of his thingie was a little bit wet. She felt him spread her lips with
the fingers of one hand, then felt the knob of his thingie right at the
entrance to her cunt.
"Here goes, sweetie!" he said urgently. He
looked down between her legs as she felt the warm, blunt tip open her.
It was kind of like the fake thingie her mother had been using, but it
was also totally different. It was warm, it was shaped a little
differently, and it was attached to her daddy.
Once he was in a
little ways, he shifted his gaze up to her face and locked eyes with
her. She felt his huge thing invade her, stuffing her more and more
each second. His eyes were bright, and he looked totally happy in a way
she'd never seen before. In and in he pushed, until she felt his body
behind his thingie bump against hers on the outside.
"Oh, honey, you're fantastic!" he said. "How'd you ever grow a cunt
that hugs your daddy so nicely?"
Wendy shrugged and smiled at her happy daddy.
"Guess you got that from your mommy," he said with a little curl of his
lip.
He
then began moving his prong out of her, like the tide receding, but
then he pressed it in again, the tide surging in to stuff her totally.
This also felt a little like what her mommy had done, but also totally
different. This wasn't just some plastic thing going in and out, this
was part of her daddy's body. And it wasn't just a ho-hum in-and-out.
He wanted to get in and out more than anything, she could feel it. His
whole being was behind every push.
His pace picked up, his prong filled her over and over again, and she
felt it getting even bigger as it stuffed her full.
"You know I'm going to make a mess in your pretty little pussy," he
said between grunts, a little apologetically.
"Yeah,
mommy said," said Wendy, making sure not to frown. "That's OK. It's
what my cunt is for, to take the mess that comes from a man's thingie."
She believed that by now -- mostly.
"Oh, you're so right, honey," he said with a big smile. "But not quite
yet... It feels so fantastic."
Minutes
went by and her daddy kept shoving in and out, making little gasps and
moans that showed his pleasure. Then the inward pushes got faster and
deeper. "Oh, baby, I can't hold out!" her daddy said. "The stuff's
going to shoot out!"
Seeing her daddy so intimate with her, so
very happy and so very thrilled with her body -- Wendy's own little
ordinary body -- made Wendy feel very tender. "I love you, daddy," she
said quietly.
"Oh, honey!" he said with a smile as he picked up
the pace even more. "Gonna... unnnh! unnnh! unnnh! Make a mess...
unnnh! unnnh! unnnh! In my little girl... UNNNH! UNNNH! AAHHHHH!" he
shouted.
Wendy felt his huge swollen thingie jamming in and out
faster than she'd have thought possible, and saw total pleasure on her
daddy's face, then felt warm little surges up deep inside her cunny
hole. On and on went her daddy's super-happy moans, and in and out his
thingie kept pressing.
Finally his pace slowed and after a few
final weak thrusts he slid out of her. She saw his prong spring free as
her daddy lay beside her, grinning and kissing her all over her chest
and cheek and hair and mouth.
"Let's get this dress off you
totally," he said, and soon she was as naked as he was. "Snuggle up
against me, pumpkin," he said, and as she snuggled against his side, he
pulled the covers up to her neck. She felt warm and safe and well-loved
next to her daddy. In a minute she heard him give a light snore, and
she felt very sleepy herself.
The next thing she heard was her mommy's voice. "Dinner's almost ready,
you two," she said through the door.
"OK,
give us five minutes," said her daddy groggily. Just then she felt his
hand rub around one cheek of her round bottom. "Make that ten."
"OK," said her mother, and they heard retreating footsteps.
Her daddy's hands were all over her again.
"Got
to do it again," he murmured, gently nudging her onto her back. She
couldn't see what was happening down under the covers, but as he moved
she felt that hot prong of flesh tap against her different places.
"If you don't want it, just tell me, OK?" said her daddy.
"OK.
But I want it!" She really did, she realized. She liked feeling her
daddy so close their bodies were actually joined together, like with
puzzle pieces.
"Good girl," grinned her daddy, and seconds later
she felt the big knob on her cunny hole, and then felt it surge inwards
until she was stuffed again. Before her daddy had held himself up above
her, but this time, under the covers, his chest was pressing against
hers, and it felt more cozy. She felt some of his weight, though not
too much. His thingie plunged strongly in and out as her daddy's body
used its great strength for this urgent business of driving his organ
deep into his girl. But as firmly as their loins pressed together when
he reached his innermost penetration, it wasn't violent and it didn't
hurt her.
His grunts and groans got louder. "Oh, fuck, baby, I'm
going to do it again. You're so incredibly fucking hot, honey -- oops,
pardon the language, but -- oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck my little girl!
I mean that in a nice way, fuck, fuck, unnnh! unnnh! Oooooohhhhhh!" he
moaned as he shuddered. She felt more warm liquid surge into her.
Once again he rolled off, panting, and his thing slithered out of her.
"I love you, daddy," said Wendy, snuggling against him and squeezing.
"I love you too, honey," he said.
"What's 'fuck'?"
"Oh, it's kind of a rude word. But it's also a word for what we're
doing. We've been fucking. I've been fucking you."
"Oh, OK," said Wendy, then mumbled to herself, "My daddy fucked me, my
daddy fucked me, fuckity fuckity fuck, tee hee."
She heard her daddy chuckle. After a minute, he sighed and said, "Time
to get up for dinner."
He
managed to get her panties out of the wadded up tights and help her
into them, then helped her on with her dress. After dressing himself,
he took her hand and they walked down the hall to a lovely dinner of
roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, and green peas.
"How was it, honey?" asked her mother.
"Fine," said Wendy, with a loving look at her daddy.
"Fantastic," said her daddy.
As
she finished her chicken, Wendy felt goo dribbling out of her and onto
her panties. And instead of it being something to feel ashamed of, like
all the other stuff she'd leaked down there when she was younger, she
was proud of it. She was leaking her daddy's goop that he had so
happily and energetically pumped up into her cunny.
When she got up, her mother said, "You're leaking down your leg," with
a smile. "And there's a pool on the chair!"
"Sorry," said Wendy meekly.
"Nothing to be sorry about," said her mother, ruffling her hair. "You
sure gave her a lot of it!" she said to her husband.
"Yeah. She's an incredibly sexy little girl. And I'm not done yet," he
said, smiling at Wendy.
"We're supposed to share her with all the men now," said her mother.
"Just give me a couple more days," he said. "There's no harm in that,
is there?"
"Well, I guess not. But Wendy'll have to keep wearing pants to school.
Is that OK, dear?"
Wendy
nodded. She was happy to have her daddy poking his thingie up her cunny
hole, but she wasn't so sure how she felt about other men yet.
"And I want her to sleep with me for now," he said. "You two get to
swap rooms for a couple days."
"All right," her mother sighed. "I guess a daddy's girl doesn't come of
age every day."
So
that night at bedtime she went to sleep in her parents' big bed. "See
you a little later," said her daddy when he kissed her goodnight.
Then
she woke up to him whispering, "Honey. Can I do it again real quick,
OK? You're just so sexy, I want to get my cock up in there to fuck you
all the time." She grinned as she pulled down her panties and hitched
up her nightgown. Her daddy was up her cunt in seconds, stuffing her to
the hilt. In under a minute he made his happy sounds while she felt the
wet pulses deep inside. She was dimly aware of his tender caresses and
words of love as she drifted off to sleep.
When she woke up in
the morning from a deep sleep, she realized she was in a strange place.
And then it came back to her that she was in her daddy's bed, next to
her daddy, because they had been fucking. And when she turned, he was
beside her, naked. And looking down, she saw his thingie, big and hard,
sticking straight out, pointing at her. She couldn't miss his look of
hunger and desire.
"Oh! You wanna, um, you know..." she said,
pointing her finger between her legs. She could feel a tingle down
there just thinking about it.
"Oh, yeah, sweet pea, I was hoping
I wouldn't have to ask," he said, smiling and kissing her briefly as he
pushed her onto her back and mounted her. He sure knew how to find her
cunny hole, because the next thing she knew his thing was plowing up
inside her. Seconds later she felt the wet pulses and heard her daddy
moan.
"That was quick!" said Wendy.
"Sure was, honey,"
said he daddy. "I was just looking at how beautiful you were, and how
sexy, and it was all I could do not to wake you up so I could fuck you
again. Just looking at you almost made the goop splat out."
After
he got home from work that day, daddy said, "Let me teach you some
other ways." He proceeded to demonstrate sticking his thingie into her
from behind, which was funny. Unless she turned her head, she couldn't
see her daddy, and she didn't feel much of anything touching her --
except his huge prong shafting right up inside her little girl innards.
He
had them face each other on their sides and felt him get it into her
that way. Then he lay on his back and had her hold herself way up off
of him and then squat down, gobbling his thingie up inside her as she
went down. That way she did the fucking. She knew that to make him
happy she should bounce up and down, but it also felt like the right
thing to do anyway.
Then, in the most fun and surprising one, he
stood, lifted her up and had her wrap her legs around him. Then when he
lowered her his thing poked up into her that way, and he could waltz
around the room with her stuck on his big hard thing. There were just
so many ways a man and girl could put their bodies together and have
his thing stuffed into her cunt.
On
Saturday they had a party, and for the first time Wendy wore a dress
when someone other than her mommy and daddy could see her. It was red
and only reached part-way down her thigh.
Two of mommy's
brothers came, and one of daddy's, each one with his wife. Two other
couples who were just friends showed up, and three single men her
parents knew. And there were also a couple teenage boys. She knew about
half of them.
She felt all of their eyes on her, especially the men.
When
they had all been sitting around for a while with drinks, her mother
said, "As you can all see, Wendy's wearing a dress, and she's come of
age now. She's a big girl."
"Oh yes, and a beautiful little angel too," said one of the women.
There were murmurs of assent.
"Now, which of you men would like to get a turn alone with Wendy in the
bedroom?"
Every male's hand went up quickly.
"Oh, my, what a surprise!" said her mother, and everyone laughed.
"So, Wendy, why don't you decide what order you'd like to get
acquainted with the men."
"You mean, what order to have them wiggle their thingies up into my
little cunny?"
There were smiles and laughter and a few, 'Awww!' exclamations from the
women.
"Yeah, that's right."
Suddenly Wendy felt shy. "How about daddy?" she whispered.
"Oh, I think daddy's already had a turn, right?"
"Yeah, lots and lots of turns! But I know him."
Her father said, "Yeah, sweetie, but now it's time to share your
wonderful little self with the other men too."
She pointed at her Uncle Ralph, the one she knew best.
"Oh, my wonderful little niece!" he said. "Now?"
"Why not?" said her mother. "I have the feeling Wendy's going to be
spending a lot of the afternoon and evening in bed."
So Ralph led Wendy down the hall into the bedroom.
She
was nervous when the door shut, and got a little more nervous when they
both took all their clothes off. But when she saw how almost
worshipfully he looked at her ordinary little body, then she didn't
feel so nervous. He touched her all over pretty much like her daddy
had, but he didn't kiss her, and he spent less time on each part of
her. "Are you ready for me?" he asked as they lay naked next to each
other, his thingie hard and twitching in the air between them.
"Yeah, go ahead and fuck me," Wendy said sweetly.
Uncle
Ralph grinned and said, "Oh, my, you little minx!" as he worked himself
into position. "You make a man feel very welcome." He gasped and moaned
as his thing entered her body. It wasn't as thick as her daddy's, but
it seemed to fit just as snugly in her cunny. Uncle Ralph didn't push
it in all the way. He humped in and out with fast little strokes,
whispering under his breath. She felt him get more excited and felt his
thingie swell inside her. Finally he gave a tremendous shove, which
surprised her, though it didn't hurt. He pushed his thing to the hilt
and jammed their bodies together, holding still and holding his breath.
She could feel his thing twitch faintly as she felt the familiar warm
surge of man goop fill her innards.
Ralph was still grinning when they returned to join the rest.
"Whoa, it looks like you found Wendy a very satisfactory playmate!"
said Carl, her father's brother.
Wendy knew she had to choose someone else. She smiled at Uncle Carl and
looked down bashfully.
"Is that a hint, my lovely little niece?' he asked.
Wendy nodded without looking up, and in a moment Uncle Carl was leading
her to the bedroom.
"Oh, Wendy," he said reverently. "I've dreamed of this day."
Wendy felt a little thrill.
"Would you mind terribly getting cleaned up first?"
"Whaddya mean?"
"Well, Uncle Ralph was just in your sweet little pussy and spurted his
junk up there, right?"
Wendy nodded.
"When I can, I like my girls to be all clean."
"OK," said Wendy. "What do we do?"
"Come
with me," he said, leading the girl into the master bath. "Now you sit
on the toilet and pee, if you can." He turned the hot water on in the
sink.
Wendy pulled down her panties, hitched up her skirts and
sat. She noticed Carl looking on intently as she managed a little
trickle of pee. She reached for the toilet paper, but he said, "No,
it's OK, I'll take care of it. Now I clean you a little, see?" he said,
and after wetting his hand with the running warm water, he reached
between her legs and wiped her little cunny lips. Then he reached up to
get his hand wet again and repeated, over and over. She liked the feel
of the warm water. He started working his finger into her slit, rinsing
the parts inside her lips as well. It felt kind of good. She could feel
a little of Uncle Ralph's goop getting washed away into the toilet.
Then Uncle Carl stuck his finger up her pussy a little and pulled more
out, kind of cleaning up in there too.
"Oh, that's so nice!" he
said when he was done. "Now let me dry you," he said, and carefully
patted her dry with a soft towel. "Have you ever had a man lick you
down there? I mean really lick?"
She shook her head.
He smiled. "Oh, let me show you."
She
took off her dress and panties and lay back in the center of the bed
with legs spread wide. That was how the men seemed to want her, and she
liked the look they gave her when she was spread out like that. As
Uncle Carl stripped, she noticed that his thingie looked just about
exactly like her daddy's. But the prong was soon out of sight against
the bed as Uncle Carl lowered his face to her privates. He then began
kissing her sweetly and reverently all around the area before he
started licking. The licks focused inside her slit and they felt nice.
He then began very small, slow licks on one particular spot that
started feeling kind of good. After a minute he lifted his head. "How
do you like that?"
"It's nice."
"Let's see if I can make
it nicer," he said and returned to licking. It felt nice and warm, but
after a little she started feeling bored. He sensed it.
"Guess you're not one who really likes it yet," he said, smiling.
"That's fine. Now I'd like to, um, do it to you. Is that OK?"
Wendy nodded and smiled. That was what she was familiar with.
"I like to use naughty words, is that OK?"
Wendy shrugged.
"I want to bury my dick in your sweet, wet cunt."
Wendy smiled.
"I want to shaft your pussy with my meat, honey. I want to fuck the
daylights out of you. Ream your little love tunnel. Yeah!"
Wendy just smiled.
"You don't mind when I talk that way, huh? That's so great."
Uncle
Carl invaded her pussy the way the others had. He varied between short
little bursts of poking and long, deep strokes. There was something
that felt kind of itchy and delicious about it, though, like it carried
over from the licking. She actually felt body pleasure herself down
there in her cunny with every stroke he took.
Wendy liked making
men feel good, and she thought about what Uncle Carl might like. So she
lifted her head and whispered into his ear, "You wanna get my cunny
dirty with your stuff now you cleaned out Uncle Ralph's?"
Uncle Carl looked at her with amazement and began pounding into her
hard and deep.
"Oh, honey! Wendy, oh my dear little girl! Oh, shit... Can you say that
again?"
Wendy smiled. "Sure! Can you make a dirty, happy mess up in my cunny
hole? Please?" She squeezed his back with her arms.
His
moans became incoherent and his thrusts frantic. Then she felt the
twitching and the warm dirty mess spurting inside her body as his moans
got more urgent. Still he thrust into her again and again before
finally subsiding and pulling out. When he had rested a few seconds he
kissed her all over, smiling and brimming with happiness.
Wendy had such power! She could make grown-up men happy!
The
two teenage boys just asked her gruffly to lie back and spread her
legs. One barely got his thingie into her before it started spurting.
But he wasn't gruff when he was doing his stuff in her -- he was kind
of all spread out and vulnerable, and she could tell he really liked it.
When
she reappeared in the living room, there was a trickle of stuff running
down her thigh. "Hey, Wendy, you need a pad," said her mother.
"They made the messes, not me!" she said, and everyone laughed.
Now she thought of it as which one she'd get to pick next, not which
one she had to pick.
All the males did her once, and most of them had a second go at her and
gave her another sticky mess up her cunt.
Wendy
decided she really liked making men happy. And because of her beauty
and sweet, positive attitude, she was very much in demand.
Wendy lived a quarter-mile from the school, but she left an hour for
the walk. Cars lined her route, sitting at the curb.
"Good morning, Wendy, want to come into my car? I've got a new CD for
you."
"I don't know, I've got tons of CDs. Is that all you want, just to give
me a CD?" she asked mischievously.
"Well, um, no. I was hoping I could have a little go at your pussy?
I'll be quick."
"Well, OK then. Sure, Mr. Wilson, no problem."
So
Wendy crawled into the back seat of his car and lay on her back. Mr.
Wilson climbed in after her, and when he shut the door she hitched up
her white dress and pulled down her panties.
His organ came into
view. "Oh, you're strong but you're kind of ugly when you're huge like
that, Mr. Penis!" she said. "You shouldn't be seen like that. Go hide
where no one can see you!"
Mr. Wilson got it and grinned as she
helped him maneuver his thingie between her legs and shove in, hiding
it where it most desperately wanted to be hidden. He was quick, as
promised. In under a minute he reached the dumping point and had his
little accident up her cunny. She still thought it was kind of
thrilling to think of these men being so naughty and so happy about it.
The
next car was John's. He never said much, but she found him especially
exciting. He was a large, powerful man. She just crawled a little way
into the back seat and stayed there on her hands and knees. He came up
behind her and pulled his stiff thingie out through his fly. He didn't
shut the door, so they were kind of doing it in public! Then he lifted
her dress and pulled her panties down just a little and surged inside.
He actually had a kind of small thingie for such a big man, but it
still felt big inside her. Ten strokes after he got himself in to the
hilt he had his silent climax, spurting as he gripped her hips tightly.
They hardly had any extra skin showing at all. Someone walking by could
see her outer thighs and her little bottom, but even that was mostly
hidden by his large hands gripping her.
Down the line of cars
she went. Each had a man in it -- a few had two -- and she did her job
with each of them. The job was just letting each man shove his thingie
up her cunt and deliver his load up inside her. But she did more,
making it a happy and exciting experience for each of them.
She
had had to start wearing a full-size menstrual pad to catch all the man
goop that oozed out of her. There were so many guys each morning that
she lost count, and often she was late to school. But the teachers
didn't mind. Making men happy was a girl's top priority. She also
entertained men for a couple hours each afternoon at home. Lots of men
and boys from the neighborhood came over, but others drove in from some
distance away.
Some of the other girls thought she was weird
because she liked it rather than just putting up with it. Others were
jealous because the men wanted to do it to her more than anyone else.
Before bed she always took a bath and used her fingers to clean most of
the man goop out of her cunny.
And
every night at bedtime, her mommy came in to give her a kiss, and then
her daddy came in to give her a fuck. For Wendy, it was the sweetest,
most wonderful fuck of the day because she loved her daddy so much. She
took a bath first and cleaned out her cunny so it would just be the two
of them.
She never had orgasms the way some of the other girls
did, but she did feel especially good down in her cunny when her
daddy's thingie filled her up just right the way he did. He was always
so happy to do it to her, and she fell asleep each night happy to know
that his daddy goop was tucked up in her little pussy.