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Wendy Bends Over
I saw it first when I was little, but I wasn't able to do anything
except wonder about it. Then it was only a dream of mine until I went
to college.
The boys went skinny dipping, and I got dragged along because my
brother was baby-sitting me, even though I was already twelve. So he
had a driver's license, big deal. They told me to stay in the car,
but I snuck out to watch them. You couldn't see much from above, on
the bluff, but I saw them when they used the rope swing. It wasn't
too impressive. I was back in the hot car, parked in the dusty corn
patch, when they returned. Looking out of the streaked, back-seat
window, I saw them walking back, naked and wet, and carrying their
clothes. One of them, Brad, was really close and I couldn't believe
my eyes.
"Shit!" My brother yelled when he saw me. "Get your clothes on! I
forgot about her."
The others just laughed, but they got dressed in the corn stalks
anyway, where I couldn't see them. I pretended I wasn't interested
and slumped down in the seat. Over the years I would remember that
day. It always made my breath come shorter, my heart pound, and my
legs tingle with nervousness. After I was older, and had filled out,
I realized the boys felt the same way when they were with me. All of
them wanted to play with my titties, and I let a few of them. In my
senior year I got laid with one guy who transferred into our school
from out-of-state, but he got kicked out before the end of the year
because of fighting and I stopped seeing him.
He left me with a reputation as a "naughty" girl, but I was really
just playful, even though I had learned to talk-back to the teachers.
That all changed when I got to college. I stopped acting up in class,
and our play was much more serious, but in the early days it was still
just mostly fun. During the first weeks when we were pledging our
sororities, we spent a lot of time on fraternity row. There were new
people, but I knew a lot of the kids from high school, and my brother
was still going there too. That's why we ended up at his frat house at
the end of one evening, because it felt safe and we were getting worn
out from all the chasing going on.
I was sitting on this big, puffy couch, kind of collecting my wits and
letting the alcohol disperse. Julie, who was next to me, had
succumbed to the advances of some stud, and she was passionately
kissing him. She was all over him, and she kept kicking me as she
threw her feet up on the couch while trying to climb on top of him. I
sat there with my arms crossed, and ignored the attention from the
drunken frat-boys. My dress showed off my cleavage, but I didn't want
the attention to stop. I just wanted their compliments, then I wanted
them to go away.
I was slowly turning my head back and forth, enjoying the way my hair
slid over my breasts. My summer dress felt very sleek on my young
body, but the evening was cooling down. When I looked up, I was
staring right into some guy's crotch, and I heard a familiar voice
say, 'Hello'. Uncrossing my arms, I looked up at Brad, who was
holding a drink and smiling at me in a drunken, but pleasant, way.
Maybe when the guy is that good looking, it doesn't matter what kind
of stupid expression is on their face.
I must have looked like a little girl, with my own mouth hanging open
in surprise. At least when the cool air hit my breasts the nipples
swelled out in a way which was not at all immature.
"What are you doing here Wendy?" He asked.
"Nothing." I said. Then I told myself I was stupid, even as I sat
there without anything to say.
He only looked at me. Then he offered his free hand and I took it.
He lifted me to my feet, giving the whole couch to Julie and her guy.
They thanked us by moaning a little louder into each others' mouths.
I shivered, once, uncontrollably, and he put his arm around me.
"Cold?" He asked.
All I could do was nod my head. I tried to keep from shaking, but I
was only partially successful, and he kept his arm around me as he
walked me through the party. It felt good. We walked by my brother,
who was arguing about some stupid sports thing with his friends. I
enjoyed just standing there. Brad didn't say anything, and when my
brother called on him to help defend his theory, Brad just walked us
away. We went to the keg and he drew me a glass of beer. I drank it
quickly, and left it on the bannister as Brad led me upstairs.
It was warmer in his room, away from the noise, and I relaxed enough
to begin thinking about what I was doing. Brad was standing behind
me, wanting to kiss me, but I couldn't do it yet. His bed was in
front of us, wide and low to the ground, and I was drawn to that. I
flopped onto it like a child, and rolled around like a young horse on
a Spring day. It felt really soft, and I had an urge to gather up the
covers and hide myself in them. But the beer I just drank was adding
to a hotter fire that didn' t want covers. Brad was looking at me as
if he might have made a mistake, and so I gathered my thick hair in my
fingers behind my head and stretched out seductively in front of him,
turning my chin down and looking up through my eyelashes.
He smiled, then, and took off his shirt. I didn't object. I didn't
say anything as he lay down beside me and looked me over from head to
toe. I was so nervous, hoping he would like what he saw.
"Little Wendy." He said, and then he kissed me.
Well, the fireworks went off right then, but they also made me relax.
I had a sudden desire to go to sleep and dream the night away. I lay
there and he kissed me again. I never wanted him to stop, but I
couldn't tell him to go further. I rolled away f rom him, onto my
belly, where I could bury my face in his pillows. I smiled as big a
smile as I knew how. He straddled my legs and sat on my ass,
proceeding to give me a delicious massage. I finally found my voice
and moaned that it felt good. Everything was blackness where I opened
my eyes, but the hands on my body were very real. He stroked my sides
next to where my boobs bulged out, and I could tell he was anxious to
touch them by the way his hands kind of faltered in their platonic
role. I raised myself on my forearms, allowing him access to my
mammaries. He held them in the palms of his hands, hefting them to
measure their weight against what he could only imagine by seeing them
bounce around. I knew he was impressed. There was no way a man could
touch my tits and not think I hadn't grown up.
His hands ran down to my feet, but stayed there only momentarily.
They crawled back up along my legs, under my dress, and then he was
kneading my buttocks. I shrugged my shoulder straps off, and lay back
into the pillows as I reached around and undid my bra. The bed rocked
with his shifting weight as he stood up, and I was pretty sure I knew
what he was doing. That old feeling began to build. My legs tingled,
my stomach was tied in knots, and I could hardly breathe for the
pounding in my chest. I could feel him kneel over me, but my back was
still turned. I told myself 'You've got to turn over.'
I looked over my shoulder. 'Ho boy,' I said to myself. Then I rolled
over, between his legs, and the penis I had seen as a little girl was
standing there in front of me. It's not that it was horrorfyingly
huge, its just that it was big. Really Big, is how I described it to
Julie the next day. And it was so perfect, equally enlarged in length
and width, with a perfect head and beautiful color. I reached out and
lightly touched the shaft as he watched me.
"It's beautiful." I had to admit.
He pulled my dress up, and I shimied to get it out from under my back
so he could pull it over my head. My bra went with it, and he bent
down to worship again at my breasts. I couldn't take my eyes off his
member as it wagged around in the air. He came forward on his knees,
tucking them into my armpits. I stroked his thighs as he took himself
in hand and pointed his tool at my mouth.
I was gaping at him, like I had when he first saw me. Then, when my
dry mouth had something to say, my speech was muffled by the meaty
head that filled it. My moans were enough, however, and as my lips
closed over the helmuted ridge, he let go and it sprang up, firm
against the roof of my mouth. I couldn't believe I was sucking him,
but I wasn't going to let this thing get away just because I had never
done this before. I grabbed it in my hand, and every sensation was
new and brilliant. My grip was particularly sensitive to his size,
and I held him desperately for fear that I was inadequate. I wanted
each of those moments to last forever, and I'll never forget looking
cross-eyed down that shaft at my small, white hand.
He let me play with it like that for a long time. Then he shuffled
back on his knees and lay down so I could further explore his tower of
flesh. Although I loved kissing it, I couldn't hold myself back. So,
holding him tightly with both hands I raised myself on my knees and
impaled myself. I almost passed out, with that thing deep inside me,
but he supported me by grabbing my boobs as I fell forward. Thank
goodness he didn't thrust up at me. Even when my clitoris got
excited, all I could manage was very slow and careful journeys up and
down that pike.
I thought I would like to kiss it again, so I began to pull myself
off. But when the head began to balloon my outer lips I couldn't
resist another luxurious descent, feeling him sliding smoothly over,
through and into my sex. I even threw caution to the wind and tried
to go faster. He had his eyes closed and was obviously enjoying
himself as I went wild and rocked my hips back and forth, gritting my
teeth as his bolt churned tightly in the socket of my pussy. When I
withdrew, he opened his eyes and tried to pull at my titties to bring
me back.
I lay back, pulling him by that long leash, and opened my mouth again
to let him know what I wanted. This time I didn't stare slack-jawed,
I looked at him with my best come-hither glance, looking like a bimbo,
and licking my teeth to show him how hungry I was. I pressed my boobs
together, and he dragged that cock up along my tummy, into the valley
of my cleavage, finally inserting the penis into my mouth again. I
closed my eyes to concentrate on every inch and he went deeper and
deeper.
It cheked me, and I spasmed around him. My eyes opened in wild panic,
and he began to withdraw. But I shook my head and hummed "no", and
grabbed his butt to pull him closer. He resisted me! Then he
relented, I closed my eyes again, and I took it most of the way. I
was breathing hard through my nose, which couldn't flare open wide
enough to give me the oxygen I needed. My arms were weak and they
slid off his ass. He pulled back. I let the head slide over my lips,
and panted with heated, horny exertion.
He reached behind my head and held me gently. I licked my lips again,
to show him I was ready, and he leaned forward and sank into my face.
Even while the tears came out of my tightly shut eyes he went deeper
until I could feel his pubic hair tickling m y chin. I had it all.
It felt like I was swallowing him whole as my throat rippled along his
entire, invading length. He pulled out, and I was reluctant to have
him go, even though my body screamed for relief. I noticed my hands
were buried deep in my cunt, and my thighs were pressed tightly
together in anticipation of orgasm. His penis throbbed in front of my
face and I licked it, expecting at any moment for it to gush forth.
"You're incredible." He whispered.
"So are you." I told him, still licking at his swollen head as it
jerked and twitched with pleasure.
"I can't believe you took it all." He praised me.
"I can't believe you're so big." I told him honestly.
"Do you like it?" He asked.
"MMMMmmmmmMMMMMMM, yes." I said, rubbing his rubbery tip all over my
lips.
"I didn't know you were so experienced." He said.
I stopped. "I'm not, really." I pleaded. I looked at him with
baby-like eyes. He had to believe me. "It's just that I've thought
about you ever since I saw you skinny dipping when I was twelve."
"Me too." He said. He took his hand and placed it over mine.
Together we guided his missile over the contours of my face, down
along my cheeck and into my hair. He placed it between my breasts and
I made a tunnel for him to rest in. He poked it into my belly and I
trembled. Sliding it up and down my slit, he drove me wild. I cried
and cried, and begged him to fuck me. When he sank into me, all I
could do was lay there, my weak legs feebly trying to hold him from
going too fast.
"Do you want to really feel it?" He asked into my ear.
"Oh God, I feel it already." I moaned.
"Do you want to feel it in a way that makes it feel really big?" He
asked like a little boy wanting to show off a new toy.
"Huh?"
"Have you ever had it up the ass?"
"OH!"
"No?"
"Uh, yeah. Back there? Yeah." I lied.
"It feels really big, huh?"
"Ummmmm, it's okay."
"Yeah, let's do it like that."
He rolled me over and that fear was back in my belly like a pit of
darkness. I was soaking wet in both my cracks by this time and he
parted the moons guarding my nether hole with ease. When he lay down
on me, I felt his entire length along that seam, ha rd and reaching up
as far as the small of my back. He inched back to center on his
target, and I bit into one of his pillows and screamed. The bulbous
head pressed into my flesh and deflowered me. Through the pain, I
begged my mind to remember how good this had felt when my lips had
locked around that spearhead, but I knew I couldn't take the length of
that shaft whose tip had just pierced my bottom.
"Don't!" Stop!" I managed to say. "It hurts!"
"OOOWWwwww, OUCH, CH, CH, OUCH! Don't! I never, I mean, I'm not used
to this OOOOhhHHHH OOHh!!!" My little body felt like it was being
divided in two.
"You never have?" He stopped, and some of the pain subsided.
"Oh, Oh, Oh, I'm sorry. I haven't." I admitted, and I started
crying.
He pulled out and administered to my needs. His hands felt good on my
tortured behind, but I was afraid to tell him I was still excited. He
managed to calm me down, and he held me for a long time. I fell
asleep in
his arms.
I woke with what, I suppose a boy would call, a "raging hard-on". I
desperately needed to have an orgasm. I was still kind of buzzed, so
it must have been really early. I snuck a robe out of Brad's closet
and tiptoed down the hall to the bathroom. Thinking about the night
before did something to my insides, and I had this tremendous poop.
It came out slow, and hard, the same way Brad had been pushing into me
from behind. It was just about as big too, and I couldn't help
thinking about it as a "dick" even as it fell out and into the
toilet.
Voiding my bowels made me all weak inside, contributing to my shaking,
sex-starved hangover. I made it back to his room through the dark and
quiet hallway. The sun was just coming up, and an early ray of light
was caressing his naked form as he lay tangled in the sheets. At that
moment, I intended to have him in every way possible. I undid the
belt to the robe and crawled up on the bed. I pulled away the covers
and marvelled at his beautiful penis. It wasn't "angry" anymore, and
its soft, floppy look was very inviting. I took him in my mouth,
thankful that I could get him all in without having to choke on it.
He woke up gradually, the same way that his penis became tumescent
with my blow job.
"Hungry for breakfast?" He asked groggily.
I held on as long as I could, but he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes
and his penis throbbed into full height. I bounced my head up and
down, and jacked at his shaft with my hand. Tucking the hair behind
my ear, I looked up at him with a smile made sexy by the sex-meat that
I was smiling around. I continued to jack him off, but I put him
between my tits and used his hardness to bat the heavy globes back
and forth.
"I'm hungry in a different way." I told him in a deep and throaty
voice. "I'm hungry in a naughty way."
"A naughty way?"
"A naughty, naughty way."
"The kind of way that would get you a spanking from your older
brother's friend?"
"I think I need more than a spanking." I said.
"Oh?"
I stopped what I was doing and looked him in the eye.
"I want you to sodomize me."
He didn't say anything. Together we built the pillows into a throne,
and I laid my princess-pure hips on top of them. I bent my head into
the cool, white sheets, and he took his place behind me.
He told me to relax, but I couldn't. Then he began licking me back
there, and everywhere, and I loved it. I was just about ready to ask
him to make me cum, when he stopped. He leaned over me and I felt
that pole pressing against the flank of my rear end. He began
stroking my sides again, and teasing my titties. The nipples were
already hard, and I wished I had taken the time to have him suck
those, but he pinched them in a way that made me feel good. My
breasts filled up his palms, and he grabbed at their overflowing
largeness with his fingers. It felt *really* good.
All the while, the penis was back there touching me, poking me,
rubbing against me. My hips began to move of their own accord
gyrating to feel his hardness slide across me. He ran it up and down
the length of my crack, and it slid down into my vagina where I
drooled all over it. I was so embarassed that my body wanted this,
but he didn't seem to mind. I closed my eyes. The time had come. He
pressed the spongy head against my nether hole and forced it in. I
gave a cry, a little cry, as my sphincter popped open and then closed
down around his shaft. The head swelled larger inside me and I told
myself, "Relax, relax, relax."
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Don't stop." I managed to say, although my teeth were chattering.
He pressed his fingers into the soft flesh of my quacking rear end and
rubbed the shivers out of me. When my trembling flanks had calmed
down, he pushed the robe further up my naked back. He reached between
my legs and held me where it counted. I noticed the pain in my rear
was only a dull throb.
"You know I wanted to rape your ass last night." He told me as he
began to stoke my fire with the power of his flesh.
"UUUgggghhhhh!" I replied.
"Little, white, virgin ass." He said, as he inserted himself.
OH! Ugnnh! Oh, Oh, Oh." I mumbled incoherently.
"I would have tied you up to do it."
"OH YESSS!" I finally managed. He was going deeper.
The robe's belt slid out of its loopholes. I could feel him pulling
it free. My ass ached in pleasure and pain. He wrapped it around my
naked waist and pulled it tight across my behind.
"I would have tied you up so you didn't split in two."
"Thank you. Thank you." I panted.
"Frank's little sister Wendy.
"Taking it up the ass." He punctuated each of his sentences by
feeding me a
little more shank up my shithole.
"OH! BUT! UNNGGHH! YOU'VE, Ungh, GOT TO, Ungh Uggh, TEACH, "Ungh,
ME, Ungh, WHAT HAPPENS, Ungh, Ungh, Ungh, TO," I was trying to talk
back to him, but his tremendous presence was driving all sense out of
me.
"What a naughty girl"
"UNNNNnnnhgghghhHH, OH, OH, Oh, WHAT HAPPENS, Ungh to,"
"A very naughty girl. A very beautiful, very naughty, girl. I always
thought so."
"What happens to NAUGHTY, NAUGHTY, NAUGHTY GIIRLS!!" I yelled the
last words as a ton of flesh passed through my tender portals.
He worked in the last inches. I had collapsed into an inert and
silent pile, experiencing the last bits of penetration with utter
concentration. I knew he was in when I felt his hands roaming again
across the flesh of my bosom.
"OH! This is unbelievable." I told him as he leaned close to lick my
ear. "You do feel big back there. HUGE!."
"I am big." He told me.
I didn't think I could cum with just a dick in my ass. I had always
thought the stories were made up, and that the women pretended to like
it. I suddenly had a vision of myself as a maid for Brad, wearing a
tight little maid's outfit, and being up-ended all over the house as I
tried to get my work done: up-ended over the coffee table while I was
dusting, butt-fucked in the dining room as I polished the silver,
taking it in the ass while I tried to make the beds.
The reality of the situation, 'Hot, young college babe sacrifices
virgin ass to older brother's friend who knew her when she was
twelve', came home to me as Brad gripped my hips and thrust himself
against my backside. I held him in the most intimate way possible,
and was tenderly aware of every inch of him. His penis swelled larger
than even my imagination could cope with, and it felt like it was
going right through me into my cunt.
"I'm cumming." I stated simply, almost dispassionately, as a fevered
cloud went through my mind and my tortured behind began to shake. It
was like nothing I had experienced before, and my whole insides felt
like they were dissolving. There was no specific center of pleasure,
but my flesh hummed like an electrified wire wrapped around his huge
magnet.
"Me too." Brad said, and I felt his pumping sperm ejaculate into me.
I continued to cum, and cum, cumming longer than I ever dreamed
possible as he exited slowly, hosing me down and drawing every ounce
of pleasure from me with his heavy sex tool.
Wendy
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