Perverts 'R' Us

A Letter From Wendy - Part 1

By Ellen ( g/b, petting )

This story is a complete work of fiction. It is copyright.

Hi there.

My name is Wendy and I am nearly fourteen years old. I live near Las Vegas with my divorced Mother, Irene, my father having left us soon after I was born.

I am about 5'4" tall, and weigh about 85 pounds. I have shoulder-length, light brown hair, brown eyes, and a cute smile (or so I am told.) My body is nice and trim with a neat butt and my tits are quite well developed for my age.

I attend the Martin Middle school, where I am in my second year. Our regular school uniform consists of a dark blue pleated skirt, a pale yellow blouse, blue and gold tie, dark blue sweater with a gold line round the V-neckline, white socks and black 'sensible' shoes. It's mid-summer here and it's hot today so I've taken my sweater off so I can be more comfortable as I sit here typing. If you could see me, you could see that underneath my thin cotton blouse I am wearing a rather nice white bra with discreet lace edging around the top. It has a single hook and eye fastener at the back and size 32B cups. In winter, I usually wear pantyhose over my conventional white cotton mini-brief panties, but it's too hot for that today. I have short white cotton socks on and am wearing black school shoes. So if you have a good imagination, you now you have an idea of what I look like.

In this story I want to tell you about my sexual awakening and what it led into. I hope you will enjoy it.

It all started soon after I began at Martin school. A boy my own age (I was nearly 12 at the time) lived near me and we started to walk to and from school together. We became good friends and I really thought of him as my very first steady boyfriend. Out shortest way to and from school was through a local park area which, I'm afraid, doesn't have a very good reputation because of the number of assaults on young girls that have taken place there, especially in the late afternoon and evenings. My Mom liked Arthur, and felt that as he was quite big and strong, even though he had only just turned 12. He would be able to protect me against any unwelcome attacks.

Arthur and I got on very well, and but gradually I realized that he was getting more interested in my body than in just walking with me. Several times we stopped on our way home in a secluded part of the park and enjoyed a kiss and a cuddle. He wasn't what today I would call a good kisser, but as he was the first boy to show any interest in me I didn't mind. Nor did I mind when, as we hugged and kissed, his hands started to stray.

At first he was rather hesitant, merely brushing his hand over my sweater or stroking my butt through my short skirt, but I found his approaches turned me on and I'm afraid that I encouraged him to go a little further. When he slipped his hand up under my skirt I didn't try to stop him as he felt my panty-clad butt and when he put my hand on his tented shorts I could feel his erection was quite strong.

One thing led to another and soon he was feeling me inside my panties, and even going inside my blouse to caress my tits - although at that stage they were little more than puffy nipples. He also let me open his zipper and feel his hard cock, but that was as far as we went. He was always nervous and although we both wanted to go a lot further, we didn't dare stop too long in the park in case someone came upon us unexpectedly.

One day Arthur told me his parents would be going away for the day and would not be back until quite late, so he would be home alone after school. We decided this was an opportunity not to be missed so after lunch we both slipped out of school and went to his house. We went in to find we had it to ourselves and we certainly made the most of it. Arthur showed me through the house and we had a drink of coke each. I think we were both rather shy at first, but Arthur found some porno magazines that his Dad kept and we started to look through them.

That helped to break the ice for they were mainly pictures of young teenage girls with older men and I felt excited at seeing what they were doing. Having Arthur sitting very close to me with his hand stroking my legs or reaching around to fondle my hard nipples turned me on even more. When we came to a book full of pictures of young girls about my own age with older men molesting them, and that pushed us over the top.

Arthur's groping became suddenly very serious. He wasn't content just to finger my pussy inside my panties any more, but he wanted to see everything I had. When he started to unbutton my blouse, I helped him by undoing his shirt. I even reached around behind me to unclasp my training bra, revealing my hard little nipples for him to finger. He was very gentle and I let him slide my blouse and my bra off so I was fully naked down to my waist. I helped him off with his shirt and very soon afterwards he had me unzip his shorts and pull them off. He had very tight white cotton undies on with his erect cock standing out inside them, eager to be freed.

He lifted me to my feet and as we kissed his tongue was busy carrying on a sort of duel with my own. His hand found the zipper of my skirt and down it slid leaving me standing there with just my white cotton mini-brief panties on.

I think we were both a little embarrassed at that point for we just stood and looked at each other for a few minutes. It was the first time I'd seen a guy virtually naked and, so far as Arthur was concerned, I felt sure I was the first girl he'd see that way too. We went through into the kitchen where we had another drink of coke - and I must say I found it odd to be walking through someone else's house wearing only my panties.

From the kitchen Arthur suggested we should go up to his bedroom which we did, leaving our other clothes downstairs. I knew this was the moment of truth for both of us and I decided that I should take the lead. When we got into Arthur's room I got him to kiss me again and as we kissed I slid his briefs down to free his cock from its enforced bondage. It looked big to me (remember I hadn't seen another one at that point) and I reached out to touch it. At first Arthur shied like a startled horse, but he quickly showed me the best way to handle it and I began a rhythmic stroking that he seemed to enjoy for his cock became harder and stronger with every stroke.

Before he could cum though, (although I didn't know then that that was what was going to happen) he stopped my stroking. Reached for the waistband elastic of my panties he slowly eased them down until they were around my ankles. I kicked them off and stood there for him to look at me, completely naked except for my shoes and socks. He pushed me onto the bed and took my panties off completely, so that for the very first time in my life I was totally naked in front of a guy.

It felt strange, but very exciting having him looking at me, and even more so when he pushed me gently back so I was lying on my back on his bed. He spread my legs wide and I could feel his fingers playing with my exposed pussy. It felt really strange, having someone else's fingers touching my puss, but I was excited, especially when he touched me in a certain very sensitive spot, and I didn't want him to stop.

After a moment or two, he sort of climbed over me with his legs one on each side. Kneeling up, facing my face, he began stroking his cock again and this time he didn't stop until he came. I sensed him tensing up then all at once his cock sort of jerked and globs of white creamy stuff shot out to land on my naked body. His first spurts landed on my left nipple but he wasn't satisfied until he had landed a glob or two on my face. I opened my mouth instinctively and he actually managed to shoot the last of his cum into my mouth. It felt warm and slightly salty, but not unpleasant and I managed to swallow it.

After he had cum, he got off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom, coming back a few moments later with a warm face flannel and a nice, soft, fluffy towel. Using these, he carefully cleaned his cum off my face and chest, drying me with the towel. He also washed my pussy, for I had lost quite a bit of pussy juice and had I been wearing my panties they would certainly have had a very damp spot in a certain strategic place. As it was there was a distinct wet spot on the coverlet of his bed and I think this worried him because of what his Mom might say if she came home and saw it.

I've come to realize, since then, that if an inexperienced guy cums first he is quite likely to be satisfied - at least for the moment - and may not want to go any further - He's got what he wanted and to hell with his girl. At least that proved to be the case with Arthur. He'd managed to get me naked. He'd wanked himself silly over my nude body and now he was mainly concerned with what his Mom might say or do if she found out. He started to get dressed again and suggested that as it was nearly time for the end of afternoon school, I should also get dressed and go home.

I was not best pleased, as I too wanted to achieve some sort of climax, but I could see the sense of his thinking and reluctantly started dressing. My white cotton panties and my bra went on first, then my blouse and my skirt until I was fully dressed again. We then spent several minutes tidying the bedroom up, straightening the sheets etc and Arthur made sure his Dad's porno magazines were put back in their hiding place. There was a sort of mutual silence between us and we didn't discuss what had happened, but chatted inconsequentially until it was time for me to return home as normal.

Before I left Arthur's house he kissed me again but this time it was much more of a brotherly kiss - just a peck on the cheek. "Don't tell anyone, will you?" he said opening the door for me. I just looked at him. I didn't reply.

That night my Mom came to my bedroom as usual to tuck me in. She found I'd been crying and asked me what was wrong. Eventually she wormed the whole story out of me. I was surprised that she wasn't shocked or angry. She turned out to be very supportive, explaining to me that what had happened was quite normal behavior for young boys and girls our ages and that I had nothing to worry about. She asked a lot of questions, including whether Arthur had attempted to penetrate my pussy with his cock. I told her he hadn't and she seemed relieved.

"If it happens again, my girl, he probably will want to do that" she said. "At your age, and because you haven't started your periods yet, you are not likely to conceive, even if he did." She was really nice about it and explained a lot more to me about boy-girl relationships and how they developed often into much more than simple petting. "Your turn will come, and probably not before much longer," she said. "Tomorrow we will go to see our friendly Doctor and get you on the birth control pill. Then you can relax and enjoy what lies ahead of you without worrying about getting pregnant."

We did, and as I took the first tablet I felt that I was standing at the threshold of a whole new chapter of my young life. I was turning from a kid into a young girl, and my Mom was going to be there to support me. How things turned out you can read in my next letter. I promise you will enjoy it.

For now, Bye bye.

Wendy