Perverts 'R' Us

Bendy Wendy

By Nobody True ( m/f, 1st, cons, M/f, inc-unc/niece )

The eleven-year-old, red haired girl sprawled on her bed, furiously scribbling in her diary.

Friday January 21.

Had one of those days at school, in trouble again, extra math homework, Tommy walked me home, we went to the old canal shed and he made me do it again, I learned to suck it and swallowed properly, it wasn't as bad this time.

I let him put his hand up my skirt, I'm not sure what he was doing, but it felt nice, my nipples are really sore though, I have to meet him on Saturday morning.

She laid thinking about what had happened in the last week, what he had said and made her do.

"That's what girlfriends do for their boyfriends."

She had heard all the other girls gossiping about sex and things, and Jane had told her some things, so she had a good idea about what she was expected to do.

Wendy still couldn't understand why Tommy, had picked her out of all the other girls at school, they were all prettier, and most of them were far more grown up and more developed than she was.

Tommy was fourteen, tall and gangly with jet black hair, and lived quite near to her house, which gave him an excuse to walk her home, she didn't mind as she didn't have many friends.

"Wendy, tea's nearly ready…" her mother shouted up the stairs.

"Ok Mum, I'll be down in a minute" she shouted back.

She flicked back through the pages and read.

Monday January 17.

Tommy asked to walk me home today after school; he took me to the old shed and kissed me, it felt funny, I'm his girlfriend now.

Tuesday January 18.

Had a good day at school, Tommy walked me home again, we went to the canal shed again, he kissed me lots of times and tried to put his tongue in my mouth, I let him feel my boobs, and he tried to put his hand up my skirt, I didn't let him.

Wendy giggled at what she had written, boobs; "Well, I suppose they're starting to grow slowly," she thought. It didn't seem to bother Tommy that she hadn't any boobs; he loved stroking her small mounds and making her nipples hard.

She turned the page

Wednesday January 19.

Got a merit for math homework and history, some of the other girls have started talking to me now, Tommy waited at the school gates and we went to the shed again.

We kissed properly this time with tongues, I had to take my coat, and cardigan and blouse off, so Tommy could see and play with my boobs properly. He sucked them and made my nipples hard and it felt nice, he still keeps trying to put his hand up my skirt.

Thursday January 20.

Had a really good day at school, Jane, who is the girlfriend of Tommy's best friend, Jack, talked to me today, she's a-year-older than me, we all, went to the shed, and Jane told me what I was supposed to do for Tommy,

Tommy told me to strip down to the waist and made me kneel down and he put his cock in my mouth.

It was horrible, slimy, wet and sticky stuff came out of it and into my mouth, and it made me sick.

She giggled to herself; she didn't know who got the biggest shock, her or Tommy, especially when she puked all over his trousers.

She turned the page, to what, she had just written and read slowly. She lay on her bed thinking about it.

It wasn't as bad as she first thought it was going to be; she thought his cock ought to have been a lot bigger than it was. She kept seeing in her mind's eye, the crude drawings of huge monstrous looking cocks with big round balls attached, and tiny little girl's pussies, drawn on the toilet walls at school.

He hadn't hurt her, he hadn't pushed too hard, she had only just sucked it into her mouth, when he came, it was over in seconds and she swallowed his thin, salty liquid and didn't really mind the taste at all. She couldn't understand what all the fuss was about.

"I hope he doesn't want me to do it all the time," she said out loud giggling, while putting her hand over her mouth.

Wendy neatly closed the small diary and locked it with the small clasp and secreted it away in her special hiding place.

She stripped naked out of her school uniform and discarded the items on the floor; she pulled on the black Lycra shorts and gently pulled on and adjusted the matching crop top away from her bruised and sore boob mounds.

"Hi Bendy,"

Wendy turned and smiled at her uncle Ray, leant against the door frame staring at her.

"I didn't hear you come in."

She blushed slightly; as she watched her Uncle Ray's eyes widen and sparkle at the sight of her nubile form.

He said, "Wow, you're growing up fast Bendy" as she pulled at the skin tight body-hugging shorts.

She giggled, "Well?"

"Very nice, oh your mum sent me up to remind you tea's ready."

"OK," she said as she picked up her uniform and dirty washing and carried them down the stairs to the kitchen.

Ray followed her, whispering, "I've got a present for you Bendy, it's a good one this time."

Wendy smiled; she had grown to love playing the secret games with her Uncle Ray while her mother was at work. She used to love their bathing together when she was younger, although the games had progressed a lot more since then.

She'd wondered if her mother knew about the games they played, as she had often come home to find them asleep and cuddling on the settee or Wendy's bed.

Her tea was on the table, sausage, chips and beans; the same for Uncle Ray, her mother was busying herself getting ready for work.

Her mother had worked 12-hour shifts at weekends, at the petrol station for as long as she could remember. She used to have a baby sitter when she was younger.

A girl of 13 or 14 years named Kate, Ray used to call around a lot then as well, and they all played games together. Kate suddenly stopped coming and Uncle Ray had baby sat her at weekends since. In fact, Wendy and Uncle Ray spent a lot of free time together.

Wendy sat at the dining table eating her tea. Ray grabbed her arm and stared, she had absent-mindedly drawn a love heart with Tommy written through it on her arm.

He smiled, as he sat across from her, staring at the two pointed mounds poking out from under the Lycra crop top. He winked a knowing wink at her. She smiled back, and stroked one of her nipples with her thumb, her small nipple hardened and protruded through the thin stretched material. Ray groaned out loud and squirmed on the dining chair, as she giggled.

"Stop it you two, and you, be careful" her mother growled lovingly, as she ruffled her younger brother's blonde wispy hair, and you can behave yourself too, young lady" she smiled.

He laughed out loud, as she picked up her car keys and made for the back door, Uncle Ray followed her.

That is what made Wendy wonder, if her mother knew about the secret games, as she always said the same thing to her on leaving the house, and that knowing smile was as if it was some kind of secret code between mother and daughter. Wendy shrugged, finished her tea and put the plate and cutlery into the sink and went through to the living room. Uncle Ray soon followed.

"Here" Ray said, as he skimmed the DVD disk along the carpet towards her, she picked it up and read the cover: TWIST ME 2.

She smiled as Ray disappeared up the stairs to get changed and loaded the disk into the machine. Soft music began to play and a girl of 16 possibly 17 years of age, wearing a leotard sat cross-legged on the screen, ready to begin.

She sat and watched as the girl went through her short routine. Wendy began to emulate the girl's movements, twisting and turning her nubile body, lying on her back and stretching her legs open, ever wider, which she knew, was what Uncle Ray liked her to do. Wendy had never taken up gymnastics of any kind at school or at a private club, much to Uncle Ray's dismay.

She had never minded the games they played secretly. She enjoyed the warm feelings; that coursed through her small, developing body. Uncle Ray had started to make her feel more and more excited as she got older.

Ray had returned wearing a pair of baggy shorts and carrying a towel, he sat on the settee, and stared at her, especially her pussy mound as her legs opened and closed, she twisted and stretched with her pussy always pointing towards him. He sat on the edge of the settee with the towel covering his midriff, while his left hand stroked underneath.

Wendy turned her head towards him and arched her body backwards, into a crab position; she turned slowly around on all fours, until her pussy stared him straight in the face and stretched her legs wide open.

Ray gasped out loud. He reached down and stroked her pussy mound. She fell to the floor and he stood up and knelt down with his knees either side of her head.

She wrinkled her nose and didn't understand why he always had a strong musky smell about him, after he'd been to change his clothes. She began twisting and turning and she lay on her back and doubled up, lifting her feet over her head, her knees rested on each of her shoulders, her feet rested either side of his hips, she stared up at her pussy mound, inches above her face.

Uncle Ray smoothed his large hands along the small of her back and up towards her bottom, he squeezed and groped at her chubby, rounded bottom-cheeks,

Running a forefinger along the crease of her arse, he gripped her thighs, gently pulling her legs wide open. Wendy stared up, as her Uncle Ray's thumbs gently stroked her inner thighs and pussy mound, the thin Lycra material disappeared between her pussy lips. She had never minded him intimately touching her above her clothes.

"OH WOW Wendy," he gasped, "that's so beautiful. Are you OK?"

She smiled and nodded and wrinkled her nose, as a sweet aroma emanated from the damp patch of Lycra covering her pussy.

Ray began to kiss her inner thighs, and nuzzle at her small pussy mound, she watched as his tongue ran up and down the damp Lycra between her pussy lips and found her hardened nub.

The tip of his thumb pushed at the entrance of her tiny hole and reamed. She gasped and closed her eyes as he sucked at her nub; a warm feeling enveloped her body, something that only Uncle Ray had done to her, hundreds of times.

Wendy squealed as her small body shook, she opened her eyes. Uncle Ray's cock had slipped out of the leg of his baggy shorts and pointed inches away from her mouth.

She stared at the bulbous pinky-white cock head, at its length and how much thicker and bigger than Tommy's was, and wondered if it would fit in her mouth. She didn't think so, and wasn't about to find out.

"Turn over bendy, it's nearly time."

Wendy turned over and lay on her front; Ray pulled her shorts down to her thighs, exposing her bottom and passed her a cushion, which she placed under her belly. Ray knelt above her with the backs of her thighs between his legs and lowered himself down onto her back, his thick, large cock nestled in the crease of her arse cheeks, his upper arms raised on his elbows and he lifted his weight away from her back.

Wendy felt his hot hard cock slowly work up and down the crease, forcing her arse cheeks apart. Uncle Ray had always done it like this since he hurt her. He always said, she had a lovely little fat bottom, he had never made her undress or get totally naked, he liked it like this, and she didn't mind.

Only once did she lay on her front, he pulled down her shorts and lifted her legs up together and pushed his cock between them. Uncle Ray towered high above her, and his hard cock rubbed roughly against her tiny immature pussy lips, the harder he gyrated onto her pussy, the more it hurt. She cried and cried. Ray hadn't done it like that again.

She knew his cock was supposed to go in her pussy. She thought it was because it was too big and wouldn't fit in, and that's why he hadn't tried to put it in her. She had also heard rumors of boys putting their cocks into girls' bottoms, she didn't believe them, she wasn't sure, though.

Uncle Ray had increased the force of his cock between her arse cheeks, he began to gyrate and moan, and as usual she pushed her bottom up to meet his thrusts. Wendy thought about Tommy's cock and wondered if he would try and put it into her pussy, she knew he would and expected him to try. She remembered what Jane had told her, "It hurts like hell, the first time they fuck you, but after that you get used to it."

Wendy wasn't so sure, she thought maybe it depends on the size of their cocks and Tommy's being so thin and little maybe it wouldn't hurt as much.

She felt the splash of cum on the small of her back; Uncle Ray fell on top of her breathing heavily, "Oh Bendy, it gets better every time"

She wasn't sure what he meant, all she knew was that her bottom was sore and her back was soaked with his cum. He lifted up off of her and wiped her back dry with the towel, she turned over on her back and watched as he wiped his semi-hard cock clean, he got up and disappeared up stairs. She had never managed to get a proper look at it.

Wendy stared down between her legs, there still wasn't any sign of hairs, just a smooth mound, she stared at the large thick cream globules on the Lycra material, and she knew Uncle Ray must have been really excited that time.

Wendy pulled up her shorts and sat and waited for Ray's return.

"Hot chocolate, Bendy?" She smiled and nodded. Ray had gotten changed back into his trousers and tee shirt.

She switched the TV on and sat and waited. "Here you go," he said, passing the milky drink towards her. He sat next to her and cuddled her into him.

Wendy instinctively nuzzled into his chest, his hand fell between her thighs and stroked at her pussy. Uncle Ray always did it gently and made it feel nice. She was frightened that Tommy would hurt her and that's why she wouldn't let him do it.

Wendy woke early on Saturday morning, knowing Uncle Ray had put her to bed when she fell asleep last night. She had to meet Tommy, Jack and Jane, and dressed as Jane had told her to.

She stood in front of the full length mirror and admired herself, the tight pink; nearly see-through crop top made her small mounds look much bigger. She loved the short pink pleated mini skirt, the hem ended halfway down her thighs, white pants, socks, and sandals finished off her outfit.

She smiled, "I hope Tommy likes it," she said excitedly out loud.

Uncle Ray was in the kitchen when she went downstairs.

"Going somewhere nice today, Bendy?"

She nodded. "I'm going to meet some school friends."

He looked her up and down and stared at her, "I thought you might like to go into town and go clothes shopping."

She shook her head "Not today Uncle Ray, OK?"

"OK Bendy, what time will you be back?"

She shrugged, "About four."

Ray nodded "OK, want a lift?"

She shook her head no. She knew her Uncle would be curious and wanted to know what she was up to, especially as she had never turned down a clothes shopping trip.

"Oh well, looks like I'll have to go on my own then," he laughed.

She knew that he would be quite happy on his own, eyeing up the young talent, as he called them. Wendy had often wondered about her Uncle Ray, he never seemed to have a girlfriend, he had a nice house and car, she wondered if it was because he preferred young girls.

She shook the thought of Uncle Ray being a pervert out of her head, it didn't register in her brain, and she thought it was all natural anyway. Wendy left the house and walked towards the canal, Tommy was waiting by the shed for her, he waved and she ran towards him, throwing herself at him. He kissed and cuddled her……..

Ray stood at the gate and constantly checked his watch, 4:35, and waited.

He watched Wendy walk up the road toward him with another girl. "Hi Uncle Ray. This is Jane."

Jane said, "Hi. See you tomorrow then, Wendy" and walked back the way she came.

"Had a good day? Ray asked.

"Oh yes, I've had a wonderful day."

She left Ray standing at the gate, staring back at Jane as she walked down the road,

She ran into the house and up the stairs to her room, and shut the bedroom door behind her and retrieved her diary from its secret hiding place; she unlocked the clasp and began to furiously write.

Saturday January 22

We did it, Tommy fucked me four times, it only hurt a bit the first time, and I sucked his cock after every time. Oh wow it was the best.

She had drawn a large love heart with a number 4 in the middle, and "Wendy loves Tommy XXXX" in large letters at the bottom of the page.

She secreted the diary back to its hiding place, undressed and went for a shower; she dressed into her Lycra shorts and top. Wendy heard her mother and Uncle talking with raised voices, in the kitchen, she went downstairs, they both stared at her.

"Have you got something to tell me, young lady?"

She stared at her uncle and pleaded for help. Uncle Ray shrugged his shoulders and shook his head in disappointment. Her mother held Wendy's diary in her hand, open at the page she had just written on.

"Well?

Wendy stood dumfounded, glued to the spot, speechless. Her mother picked up her car keys, ruffled Uncle Ray's hair and growled lovingly, "Don't be careful…"

He nodded as she passed him the diary.

Wendy stared at her mother, as she beamed a smile "Have fun young lady, Uncle Ray's got a lot of catching up to do."

The end

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