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WENDY (M/f, m/f, f/f, m/m, pedo, teen, con)
by Friar Dave
CHAPTER ONE
I never paid much attention to my neighbors. That's the way it is in
Manhattan apartment buildings, for the most part. It's as if the
closer people live to each other, the more important it is to have
those walls of privacy and insularity.
In the case of the De Santis family, though, I made an effort to be
friendly from the day I moved. Marge De Santis was built like the
proverbial brick whatsis. She had lots of auburn hair, a strong and
sensual face and an absolutely stunning figure. She was all lithe and
curvy and taut and her skin seemed a little too tight for her
vitality. She was an attorney and judging by the rent she had to be
paying on a three-bedroom garden apartment in one of the city's
priciest neighborhoods, she must have been a damn good one.
"Nice neighborhood," muttered the mover as Marge ambled into the
hallway on moving day. She was wearing a light blouse, second-skin
jeans and athletic shoes. She had a bag of groceries in each hand. She
had my undivided attention. My eyes were glued to that perfectly
shaped ass twitching up the stairs and out of sight.
Needless to say, as soon as I was settled in, I figured out which
apartment she was in and invited her up to meet her new neighbor for a
little housewarming. I had a specific room in mind for the warming.
"You don't mind if I bring my kids, do you?"
What kids? I'd dutifully noticed the absence of a wedding ring. "Sure,
no problem."
Marge arrived at a quarter past seven, kids in tow. She had her auburn
hair pulled back in a lustrous ponytail and wore little makeup. She
was clad in a simple plaid skirt, knee-length, and a plain white
blouse. She looked demure, unless you noticed how full the blouse was
or the clear outline of a lacy and very challenged bra whenever she
breathed. I noticed.
Josh was the eldest, almost 14, a good-looking youngster with all the
gangly clumsiness appropriate to his age. He was momentarily surprised
when I shook his hand, as if that was a respect to which he was not
yet accustomed. He recovered well, though, and was polite and
gentlemanly. I noted the way his eyes were immediately drawn to my
bookshelves, scanning the titles.
Wendy, at 12, was a slip of a girl with the same big brown eyes and
fine complexion as her mother and brother, but with more red in her
hair than either. She was quiet and shy and blushed easily. Like her
brother, she wore crisp new jeans and a clean tee-shirt. Like her
mother, her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. At first glance, I
thought she was barely ten; there was such an aura of a little kid
around her that she seemed more child than adolescent.
I served soft drinks to the kids and white wine to Marge. The four of
us chatted amiably and the kids seldom spoke unless addressed by one
of us grownups. I could sense Marge's defenses on full alert and felt
as if somehow I wasn't measuring up to her minimum requirements. She
was, somehow, aloof without being cold. At her most relaxed, she
crossed her legs and flashed an unreasonable amount of shapely calf at
me. By ten to eight, it was clear that I was not making any progress
with her.
Josh and I, on the other hand, discovered a mutual interest: Grade B
science fiction movies from the Fifties and Sixties. We traded one-
liners from our favorite Awful Flicks. Wendy said little, but her eyes
were bright. I could tell she was enjoying the back-and-forth, and she
was loosening up. Too bad that didn't apply to Marge.
At eight, Marge arose and thanked me and shepherded her kids to the
door. She shook my hand and bid me a good night. The kids said their
farewells. I figured that if nothing else, Josh and I could be pals. I
obviously wasn't going to get anywhere with Marge. Wendy, just a kid,
didn't figure into any of my equations.
So much for informed analysis.
I saw each and all of them a few times over the next two weeks.
Usually it was in the halls or the vestibule. We always exchanged
pleasantries and that was pretty much all there was to it. I was still
getting mild freezer burn whenever I engaged Marge in more than two
minutes of conversation, but I enjoyed the brief conversations with
Josh. Even Wendy seemed to relax a bit when she saw me. She wasn't
really cute so much as promising. "Cute" requires a little button nose
and coyness. Wendy was just very reserved and taciturn -- but she had
a sharp, deadpan wit.
Another thing about her: Though she was very small-boned and the top
of her head barely reached my ribs -- she was no more than four foot
six or so -- a glimpse of her dashing into the hall after being caught
in a sudden summer squall revealed that she was definitely entering
puberty. She had cute little titties, conical and firm and about the
size of plums, barely jiggling within the soaked white-now-transparent
tee-shirt. Did I look? You bet I did. She was perky and attractive and
I hadn't been laid in two months. Did I do anything but look? Don't be
silly.
On a cloudy Saturday afternoon, though, I pulled myself out of my easy
chair to answer a knock at my door.
"It's Marge," came the answer to my question. I opened the door and
was faced with Marge in shorts and a halter top straining to deal with
unreasonable demands. "I need to ask a really big favor."
I smiled. I didn't trust myself not to blurt out something really
classy, like, "Sure, I'll give you a tongue-bath." I kept my gaze
fixed on her eyebrows and made a real effort not to estimate how large
her breasts were. (36C? 34D? 38C?)
"I'm trying to get some stuff set up in the yard for an office party
tonight and I can't figure out how to put together the damn grill I
rented. Do you know anything about that stuff?"
I nodded and cleared my throat, telling her eyebrows, "Sure, no
problem. I grew up with them." I didn't mind missing the TBS broadcast
of the Braves-Pirates extra-inning playoff game to spend an afternoon
sneaking peeks on a scantily clad Marge.
It was the first time I'd seen their apartment and it raised my
estimate of her income. Make that a very damned good attorney. The
living room looked like an ad for Roche-Bobois and the kitchen was
definitely by St. Charles. The dining room furnishings might have been
custom-made. The floors were oak-parquet, no more than two years old,
so I knew she'd put them in herself. A few very high-quality Persian
rugs were scattered about.
All of the above was barely noticed, because my eyes kept swiveling to
follow her firm, full ass twitching within her shorts as she strode
ahead of me. Her cheeks looked tight enough to sharpen a pencil
between them. I wanted to make a meal of her thighs.
The garden area was strewn with folding chairs and tables, tiki
torches waiting for assembly and a pair of patio speakers. Josh was
laboring mightily at hooking up one of them.
"Hi, Dan! Gonna rescue Mom from her fumble fingers?"
"No problemo," I replied in my best Terminator imitation.
"But Cap'n, the main drive's already rigged like a Christmas tree,"
replied Mr. Scott.
"I don't know which one of you is worse," Marge muttered.
"He is, Mom -- more practice."
I crouched next to the box containing the rented grill's parts. For
someone unfamiliar with the unit and lacking any mechanical
inclinations, it would be an impossible task -- the instructions were
a bad photocopy that had been smeared with grease. But I was familiar
with the grill type and knew just what part A to insert into which
opening B. I required some hand tools. Marge went inside to get them
and I took the opportunity to ogle. All that luscious, smart, grownup
female and I couldn't get to first base.
She returned minutes later with an attache case. I discovered it was
one of those very expensive 40-pieces kits that go for about five big
ones in stores like Hammacher-Schlemmer. Most of the contents had
never been removed from their fitted recesses. I set to work. I had
about a half-hour of screwing and bolting ahead of me.
"Would you be terribly offended if I left?" Marge asked. "I have to
get to Murray's and pick up my cheeses and then go to Sokolin to pick
out the wine. Wendy's due back from ballet class soon, but Josh will
see to her."
"Sure, I'll take care of this."
"Hasta la vista -- baby," growled Josh.
Marge turned at the door and rasped. "I'll be back."
"And you said we were bad," I muttered, enjoying the view of a
shorts-and-halter-clad Marge in profile.
About ten minutes later, Josh announced success with his project and
asked if I wanted anything from the refrigerator. I turned him down
and continued working, having the backyard to myself. I got caught up
in the task and lost track of time, except for noticing that I was
starting to perspire.
I finished off the grill and was going to announce my departure when I
noticed a wrought iron serving cart with a frosted, tempered- glass
top and a wheel off the axle. The cart was parked in the far corner of
the yard, almost out of sight. It would surely be a useful item for a
yard party, but the missing wheel had put it on the DL. I figured that
if I could fix that, too, I might score some major points and get past
the frost line with Marge.
But first, I decided, I was definitely going to avail myself of
something cold from the refrigerator. I stood, knees popping, and
quietly went inside. The dining room overlooked the yard and adjoined
the kitchen. I was just about to open the main door of the built-in
stainless-steel clad refrigerator when I heard the voice.
"Please? I really want some now."
Wendy's voice. It sounded like she was pleading for a fix.
"C'mon, I already gave you some this morning! Besides, Dan is here and
he might find us." Josh sounded peevish. I crept out of the kitchen to
the small hall. The voices were coming from behind a door that was
almost, but not quite, closed.
"No, he won't. I really want some more."
"Geez, sis, I don't know how fast I can do it now."
Huh?
"Let me try? Please? I really want some more."
"Well, alright -- but quick."
"Okay..."
I heard a zipper.
"Oh, look, you're all ready for me!" She sounded delighted. I eased to
the door and peeked through the keyhole just as I heard Josh sigh and
the bedsprings creak. He was sitting on the bed, his jeans and briefs
around his ankles. Wendy was on her knees between his thighs, sucking
his cock like it was the single most important thing in the world.
I had a great view. The foot of the bed pointed toward my peeper's
vantage and the two youngsters were at the side of the bed, so they
were in full profile. Josh was gently resting one hand on the top of
her head, obviously not pushing. Wendy's little lips were wet and
tightly locked around her brother's rigid teenage cock and her cheeks
were pulled in with the power of her suction. She moved her mouth
slowly down about halfway and then back up and Josh gasped.
Wendy pulled her mouth slowly off his dick, letting the knob audibly
pop out of her mouth. "Give it to me," she breathed. "Please give it
to me!" Her eyes were half-closed.
She was still wearing her bright yellow leotard and her nipples were
swollen atop the clearly outlined cones of her little tits. She was
flushed with excitement and obviously very turned on.
"Alright, alright -- do that thing with your tongue and jerk it a
little, too."
She smiled almost evilly and again sucked her brother's dick into her
mouth. Josh tensed and his hips began to shift. I presumed she was
doing "that thing" with her tongue. Her left hand came up and she
gripped the base of his cock. She started jerking on it and her head
began moving up and down just a little.
"Oh, yeah, you're gonna get it!" Josh groaned. "Gonna get it!"
She sucked still harder. I saw his cock jerk and heard him moan. Wendy
sucked like a leech, her cheeks puffing out just a bit, and then she
swallowed and sucked again, now mewling as she did it. She was
shifting from side to side on her knees as she drank her brother's
teenage cum and eagerly, avidly tried to get more. His spasms began to
slow and she started plunging him deeper into her mouth. Then she held
just the tip in her mouth and apparently tried to suck his balls up
through his dick. He fell back and caught himself on his elbows,
shuddering as she polished him off.
Wendy took his limpening cock in her fingers and began licking it like
a kitten getting the last scraps of milk from a saucer. Suddenly, she
tensed and shook and I realized that her right hand was out of sight.
The kid was cumming, herself, getting herself off.
She planted a little kiss on his shaft and stood unsteadily. She was
wearing a blue and green plaid skirt. Her breathing was slowing. "I
really needed that, Josh. Thanks."
He groaned, still panting, and fell prone on the bed. Wendy giggled.
CHAPTER TWO (WENDY02.STY)
I scurried quietly down the hall, through the kitchen and into the
yard. I had an incredible hard-on. Watching that little vixen plead
with her brother to cum in her mouth and then seeing her get off on
draining his nuts had really primed me. I had to cover. I grabbed the
tools and crouched by the wrought-iron cart, quickly setting to work.
My mouth was still dry, but not from the sun's heat; from the
daughter's.
Maybe fifteen minutes had passed and I was engrossed in repairing the
broken wheel when Wendy came outside. "Hi, Dan!" she called cheerily.
"Hi!" She had obviously showered and was dressed in white shorts and a
white bandeau top. She wore a pair of oversized sunglasses and carried
a book in one hand and a glass of what looked like lemonade in the
other. I barely glanced at her, afraid I'd stare if I did more, but
even so I had to notice that the shorts were tight enough to hint at
her slit and her nipples were almost visible as darker spots through
the elastic material of the thin top tight across her budding little
boobs. She came over and stood next to me. Her tits were exactly at
the height of my mouth. I started salivating.
"Oh, wow, you're going to fix the cart! That's great!"
"No big deal. Since I'm here, I figured it might useful for your Mom's
party tonight."
"She'll really appreciate it."
"I hope so," I muttered.
She giggled. "Don't get your hopes up."
I stopped tightening the nut and looked up into her sunglasses.
"What's that mean? She has a boyfriend?"
She bit her lower lip. "Well, no..."
"C'mon. Give."
"You have to promise not to let on you know."
"It'll be our secret."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
She bent low. Her little breasts almost brushed my shoulder. "She
doesn't like men." She whispered it, her incestuously cocksucking lips
inches from my ear. "She has a girlfriend."
"Oh, sh--shoot," I groaned. "Really?"
"She and Dad were a marriage of convenience, sort of," Wendy
explained. "He's gay, a bank vice president. He had to hide being gay
for some stupid reason. And Mom kind of does the same thing. So they
got married and played house until Josh and me came along -- she
really wanted kids -- and then they split."
"And she doesn't have anything to do with guys, ever?"
Wendy straightened, shaking her head. "She doesn't hate men; they just
don't do anything for her."
I sighed heavily and went back to work.
"She's a real fox, isn't she?" Wendy prompted.
"She's gorgeous and sexy. And unreachable. So it goes."
"Kurt Vonnegut."
I looked up at her. My surprise must have shown.
"Just because I'm only twelve doesn't mean I'm a stupid little kid.
I'm quite precocious."
I bit back an inappropriate comment and simply said, "I'm sorry,
Wendy. I shouldn't have made any assumptions. It won't happen again.
And thanks for clueing me in."
"Remember your promise," she said. "And you owe me one, now."
"Sure thing."
She turned and strode to the chaise lounge. My eyes fastened on her
little butt in the shorts. Her ass was as small and round and hard-
looking as a fresh peach. I was getting another hard-on. I had been
more than slightly amazed at her actions; I was even more surprised at
my reaction to her. It had understandably turned me on to see a
pretty, if very young, girl avidly sucking cock. But the thought of
doing something with Wendy hadn't turned me on. I mean, I liked my
women big and busty and grownup. But here I was, turned on at the
sight and nearness of a barely budding -- if quite precocious --
twelve-year-old who could easily pass for nine or ten if she dressed a
bit differently and kept her mouth shut. Doing anything with a twelve
year old hadn't occurred to me since I was the same age, at which time
it was more a matter of fantasizing about Carol, who had awfully big
boobs, as an alternative to the December Playmate of the Month. (The
fourteen-year-old Latino bombshell in Brooklyn didn't count; she'd
told me she was nineteen and certainly passed for it with her body and
talent.)
I fiddled with the cart -- the repair was finished -- until my
erection had diminished sufficiently to risk standing.
"All done?"
She was stretched out on the chaise lounge, lemonade glass empty and
book in hands. I glanced at the title: Bonfire of the Vanities.
Definitely not a stupid little kid. Her position had drawn the shorts
tight into her crotch and even a glance registered a detailed outline
of her little cunny.
"Yep. Mr. Fix-it has done his duty."
"Are you coming to Mom's party?"
I shook my head. "She didn't invite me. Besides, it'll be filled with
lawyer types."
"I know." She made a face. "Lucky you. I have to be here. Our Dad and
his boyfriend are taking Josh to the Mets game and he's going to stay
over there, so he gets to escape."
"Can't you go with them?"
"I *hate* baseball. It's so boooorrring."
"Gee, and I thought you were a smart kid."
She stuck out her tongue at me. I remembered her brother's reference
to that self-same tongue and felt a stirring return.
"I'll be seeing you around. I hope you survive the party."
"Thanks a lot," she said and resumed her reading. I said good-bye to
Josh -- he was in the kitchen, snacking on cookies and reading The
Sporting News -- and got upstairs to my place where I took a very cold
shower.
It didn't help.
I was about ten minutes into the Sports Channel broadcast of the Mets
game that night when I heard the knock on my door. I muted the volume
and checked the peephole. I couldn't see anyone. The knock came again.
"Who is it?"
"Wendy."
Which explained why I couldn't see anyone through the eye-level
peephole. I undid the locks and opened the door.
"Hi. Can I come in?" She looked like she'd just eaten a lemon.
"Sure." I stepped aside and closed the door behind her. Her hair was
down and loose. She was wearing a simple white blouse and a navy blue
skirt. And just a hint of lipstick and rouge. She looked her age.
"If you're busy I can -- "
"Just watching the game. Yucky baseball." I cocked an eyebrow at her
and she grinned lopsidedly. "What's up?"
"Mom's party is just so boring! Everyone keeps asking me about school
-- in the middle of summer vacation -- and about ballet class. And
then they don't know what to say to me. I thought maybe I could visit
with you a little bit."
"Won't your Mom wonder where you are?"
She snorted. "She's too busy making nice with the senior partners. And
drinking white wine spritzers. By the time the party's over and Lucy
-- that's her girlfriend -- comes over, Mom'll be too blasted to
notice."
"Sounds like you're planning to stay a long time."
She shook her head. "Just till you throw me out," she said, grinning.
"I just meant that Mom won't worry."
"I see. So, how's school?"
She rolled her eyes. "Puhleeeze!"
"Just kidding. Make yourself comfortable and help yourself if you want
anything to eat or drink."
"Thanks. Who's that?" She was pointing at a photo above my desk.
"Former...friend." Only a bit of a lie. Kim was my former fiancee.
"She's beautiful. Does she live around here?"
"She moved to Los Angeles about six months ago."
Wendy was standing at my desk now. "L.A.? Yech. Why?"
"To pursue her career on the silver screen."
"Oh yeah? Has she been in any films?"
"...Yes."
"Really? Like what?"
"Um, Wendy, you wouldn't be allowed into the movie houses where her
films get shown."
She turned to me, eyes wide. "You mean she's in porno films?"
I nodded.
"Did you ever see any of them?"
That, in fact, was what had ended the engagement: spotting my future
wife in the middle of a fuck scene on a rented tape. I might have
reacted differently if she'd told me in advance. On the other hand, I
might not have gotten so involved with her if I'd known.
I nodded in answer to Wendy's question.
"Did it bother you to see her doing that stuff with other guys?"
"The first couple of times, but after that..." I shrugged. "Not
really."
"You mean she was in a lot of them?"
"About a dozen tapes that I know of."
"Wow! Can I see some?"
I blinked. "Wendy, I think you're a little young to be seeing that
stuff." I said it with a straight face.
Her eyes narrowed. "I thought we agreed that you wouldn't treat me
like some dumb little kid. Besides, you owe me one and I'm calling it
due."
"Oh...alright."
"Good! Where are the tapes?"
I went to the entertainment center and unlocked the lowest drawer. "In
there." I had about twenty x-rated tapes.
Wendy dropped to her knees and looked over the titles. "You have a lot
of these. Which ones are hers?"
"Uh, look for the one called 'Talents.' That was the latest one."
She retrieved the videocassette and stood with the lithe grace of
young ballet dancer. She was studying the box. "'Of all the girls in
the chorus line, only three had the special talents to get a-head.'"
She looked up at me. "Talk about hokey writing, huh?"
"These films aren't renowned for their artistic sensitivity."
"I guess not. What's her stage name?"
"Alana Darling."
She thought for a moment, then laughed. "Cute. 'Darling Darling.'"
I was impressed. Not many people knew Alana was a traditional Irish
name that translated as "little darling."
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Are you going to start the tape for me or are you going to keep
stalling?"
"Smartass." I took the tape from its lurid box, switched over the
monitor and started the VCR. I took the remote back to the couch with
me and cued the fast forward past the stupid pitches for phone-sex
numbers and dreadful opening credits and worse music. "Do you want to
see all of it or only the parts Kim is in?"
"Is it any good?"
"It's terrible."
"Skip to the good parts."
"Yes, ma'am."
She was settling comfortably onto the rug in front of the monitor,
limberly slipping into a cross-legged lotus position. The images on
the screen flickered past in comical fast-motion. Pretty girls in
leotards and dancing costumes queued up for auditions. Sleazy-looking
producer and director and handsome hunk stagehands watched. A redhead
did a classical dance routine that ended with her peeling off her tutu
and tights and wrapping one calf around the back of her neck. Producer
and director exchanged high fives. Kim entered the stage. I slowed the
tape to normal speed and cued the volume to low.
"She dyed her hair!"
"Yeah." I'd always enjoyed burying my face in the luxurious brunette
curls. Now Kim was a bleached blonde. The aerobics outfit showed that
her body was as fabulous as ever, though. She did a clumsy flashdance
routine during which the shoulderless tights kept unleashing one or
the other or both of her gorgeous tits. She gave up trying to tuck
them back inside and finished half naked. The director told her to
wait for them. She told him she wasn't sure she could wait.
I hit the FF again to speed past the first fuck scene -- with producer
and director both serviced by the fake ballerina -- when Wendy
suddenly said, "Wait! I want to see this."
The woman, a sleek little redhead, was on her hands and knees on the
desk. The producer was banging her from behind and she was sucking the
director. Wendy leaned forward and peered intently at the screen,
especially during the closeups of the sucking. With the volume low, I
could hear her panting and noticed both hands were hidden in front of
her. She seemed to be shifting her little hips from side to side,
But then came the obligatory wet shots, with the redhead getting one
small load on her hard, rounded ass and taking a full facial bath from
the other.
"Oh, no -- she missed it!" Wendy whined.
"They always do that," I said. "I don't know why."
"But she didn't get to, y'know, swallow it. What a waste!"
"Most women don't like to swallow it."
"Really? Did your friend?"
My cock was already throbbing and her question recalled a vivid
sensual memory of Kim with her lips stretched around my cock, staring
up into my eyes as she sucked and swallowed every pulse.
"Did she?" Wendy repeated. My reverie ended, and I found my little
neighbor half-turned on the floor, looking at me. The posture
tightened her blouse and I could see her nipples were swollen. Her
right hand appeared to be beneath her skirt.
"Oh, yeah, did she ever..."
"And you liked that a lot?"
I nodded. She stood and approached me, her eyes on my crotch, where my
hard cock made a bulge in my jeans.
"Yeah, I guess you did," she said. "Want to know a secret?"
I nodded, mute.
"I like to do that -- you know, suck it and swallow it."
"Oh?" Gregarious guy.
She nodded slowly and emphatically. "I really like it." She was
standing right in front of me, staring at my tented trousers. Her
nipples were quite hard under her blouse and she was panting and
licking her lips. "I really, really like it. Let me show you." She
stepped between my knees. "Please?"
"...sure..."
CHAPTER THREE (WENDY03.STY)
She deftly began to unzip and unfasten my jeans as I cut off the
electronics with the remote. I was bare under my trousers.
"Have you done this with a lot of guys?"
"Only one -- he's just a kid -- and -- " She pushed my jeans down
around my ankles, then pulled them off over my bare feet. She knelt
between my legs. "Wow -- I didn't know they got this big!" She had
both small hands on my hard cock, squeezing and gently jerking it.
"You do this a lot?"
"Every chance I get....Oh! It's already drooling!" She leaned forward
and her tiny tongue flickered out. She laved my glans and then stroked
up along the underside, gathering the precum. "You had a beer today,"
she announced. Her gaze and fingers were focused on my cock. "I love
the taste of this stuff."
She leaned forward again and this time she squeezed my glans and a
little more into her mouth. She moaned softly when my dick throbbed.
She sucked lightly and slowly bobbed her little head up and down. Her
limit was about two inches plus the knob, but those two inches were
getting one hell of a treat. She was very eager and very good.
I stared down, mouth slack, as this cute little neighbor girl labored
over my dick. She still had both hands on my shaft and was
rhythmically squeezing and pumping. I caressed the side of her face
and head and she started using her tongue on my dick. I groaned with
the pleasure, and she speeded up her movements.
Now as her head bobbed and her lips stretched over my dick, she was
making those little mewling noises. Her hips were moving slowly from
side to side. I reached farther and brushed her nipple through her
blouse, and she groaned on my cock. She was surprisingly expert in her
ministrations, giving plenty of attention to the ridge of my glans and
the underside -- but never so much so that it was uncomfortable.
But Wendy knew what she wanted and how to get it. After another
excruciating minute of her finesse, she pulled back till her mouth
held just my glans, with her lips locked just behind it on my shaft.
Now she was sucking very, very hard and pulsing her tongue against the
underside of my glans as her hands pulled up and down on my shaft, as
if she were jacking me off. My balls tightened.
"I'm going to cum very soon, Wendy," I rasped.
"Mmm-hm! Mmm-hm!" She went into leech mode, vacuuming my cock with her
little mouth and stroking her small hands faster on the saliva-
slicked length of my thick dick. I felt the tingling rise, the
pressure building. She was making pitiful, demanding mewling noises
that were barely muffled by the thick male meat in her mouth.
"Here it cums!"
I caressed the top of her head with trembling fingers as my cock
swelled. She moaned louder and sucked feverishly on my cock in her
mouth, and then I came.
Wendy made a little Mmmph! sound, as if she'd sat down too heavily,
and started swallowing, but my load was enormous. It repeatedly
bloated her little cheeks and some squeezed out around her lips. The
excess began to drool down my shaft, lubricating her pumping hands.
The second shot was as strong as the first. My shivering fingers moved
to the side of her face and she shuddered, as if she were cumming,
too. Small glugs escaped her throat as she swallowed and sucked and
jerked on my dick.
My balls seemed bottomless. I came again and yet again, spewing what
felt like pints of my semen into her eagerly, happily sucking mouth. I
came with a quantity I hadn't produced I was twelve. The stuff just
kept erupting from me in prolonged, quivering surges that immobilized
my body with pleasure.
And Wendy voraciously drank it down.
Finally, my spasms slowed. My cock continued jerking but produced only
dribbles. She didn't miss any of the dregs, sucking still harder even
as my dick began to shrivel. When it had fully deflated, she licked my
glans, shaft, balls and pubic hair clean of every trace, then scooped
overflow from her chin and cheeks and licked her fingers.
Finally, she climbed unsteadily to her feet. I pulled my little
neighbor into my arms and held her limp, panting body close.
"That was wonderful," she sighed. "There was so much! And so thick!"
We snuggled like that for a while, before she asked, "Can we do this
again? Please?"
"As much as you want. But I want to do something, too."
She frowned. "I figured you might, but I don't know. Your penis is
awfully big and I'm awfully little."
"That wasn't what I had in mind."
She gave me a quizzical look.
"I want to lick you, too. Ever tried that?"
"Well...do I have to?"
"You don't have to do anything you don't want."
She nodded thoughtfully. "Maybe. But you'll let me suck you anyhow? No
matter what?"
"For sure."
"Oh, good..." She squirmed around to get her face in my lap and
started reinflating my cock. While it was limp, she was able to get
almost half of it into her mouth, but the way she was licking my dick,
it didn't stay limp very long. As it began to swell in her mouth, she
twisted to get up on all fours on the couch next to me. Her little
mouth was stretching around my restored erection and she was moving
her head slowly up and down, treating my glans and maybe two inches of
my fat shaft to the sensation of her lips' movement.
I ran my hand lightly over her head and then down over her back. She
was so tiny that I could easily reach the small of her back and her
narrow hips and cute little butt. I rubbed her ass through her skirt
and was stunned at how diminutive her buns were; I could almost span
them with one hand. My fingers walked, pulling her skirt up, up, up
until it was draped over her waist. Her panties were white and thin. I
trilled my fingertips over the encased mounds of her ass and she
moaned quietly on my now-throbbing dick. I slid my forefinger down to
nestle between her puffy pussy lips inside the panties. The crotch was
soaked.
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I pressed lightly against her labia and she moaned again and began
wriggling her hips demandingly. Emboldened, I sought and found the
magic button of her clitoris with the tip of my index finger and she
whined and sucked all the more urgently. Gone was the previous display
of expertise with tongue and lips. She fastened her mouth over my knob
and simply sucked, so hungrily that when I ran the fingertips of my
other hand across her cheek, I could feel them against my dick. Her
hair was draped down over me and brushed my abdomen as she vacuumed my
cock.
I worked the crotch of her panties aside and laid my fingertips on her
bare pussy. It was very hot and wet. When my index finger found her
naked clit again, she whined on my dick and began rolling her narrow
hips. I slipped the tip of my badfinger between her little labia and
she hunched against it, taking it to the first knuckle. It was so soft
and hot and tight! I began working the fingertip in and out a bit, all
the while continuing to massage her clitoris, and she rewarded me by
jacking my shaft as if she were pumping a well-handle. My balls were
tightening ominously.
"I'm going to cum soon, Wendy," I whispered, surprised at how hoarse
my own voice sounded.
She whined all the louder and sucked all the harder.
I pushed my finger a little deeper into her and her movements became
more frantic. I wormed it in a bit farther. Still no obstruction. I
pressed my finger into her as far as it would go and my palm ended up
flat against her hard, tiny ass. I pumped the finger in her, all the
time continuing to work her clit with my index finger.
Suddenly, that already tight and tiny little cunt began to clench
around my finger. I imagined it around my dick and then the jism was
boiling up out of my cock.
Wendy moaned loudly as the first spurt drenched and filled her little
mouth. She swallowed, still sucking, and then her baby pussy began to
spasm on my probing finger. Her cunt clamped down and pulsed on my
invading digit as I came again in her mouth. Her little hips arched
back and up and her pussy milked my finger as her mouth milked my
dick.
I came again and again, Wendy moaning and slurping and swallowing and
her tiny twat twitching and tightening on my finger. Her cunt had
grasped my finger so ferociously that I could barely move it.
She kept sucking and swallowing until my balls were emptied and my
dick ached from the effort of trying to deliver semen that simply
wasn't available. Wendy let my cock fall from her mouth and her pretty
face, slack and flushed, came to rest on my thigh. My cum still
flecked her lips as she continued cumming on my fingers.
When I finally pulled my hand away from her shuddering crotch, Wendy
fell flat on the couch beside me. I pulled her up and encircled her in
my arms. She was panting and softly moaning, and she was quite limp. I
marveled at how tiny she was. The top of her head barely reached the
middle of my chest. And yet she had given and gotten intense pleasure!
After a few minutes, her breathing was normal and she seemed to have
regained some strength. She swiveled around in my arms and kissed my
jaw.
"That was lovely," she whispered. "Just lovely. I hope we'll do this
again."
"And maybe more."
I felt her nod. "I'd like to try some more things with you. But I
better get going now and get back downstairs."
I caressed her shoulder. "Sure."
She stood and then frowned.
"What's wrong?"
"My panties are all wet."
"I wonder how that happened."
"I can't imagine." She raised her skirt and quickly pulled the wet
panties off. She handed them to me.
"Do you mind?"
"Not at all." I was somewhat amazed at how tiny they were, even for
stretch panties. And how wet.
"I'll come back for them -- tomorrow afternoon?"
"Sure. I'll be here all day."
"Oh, good." She leaned forward and pecked my cheek. "I'll probably be
very thirty."
"I'll have something for you." I watched her go to the door. A quick
glance to check the hallway and then she was gone, scampering down the
stairs.
I laid the panties on my still limp dick. They didn't quite cover its
length. I wondered if she could possibly accept my erect cock into the
tiny, wet, pulsing hole. I doubted it.
Then I remembered how it had felt on my finger when she came and cock
took interest, stiffening. It was going to be a very educational
Sunday afternoon -- perhaps.
CHAPTER FIVE (WENDY05.STY)
I awoke with my usual morning erection, fresh from a dream of
sixty-nining with Marge. Dream on, I thought -- and then the events of
the previous evening popped into my head. Had they really happened? I
stumbled into the living room and saw the little panties.
While my coffee brewed, I showered and shaved. I finished off the
shower with the coldest water I could endure, but to little effect.
I dressed and took my coffee into the living room. I flicked the
remote for the television, wanting to catch CNN's morning report
before I went out for the Sunday papers. Of course, the last thing the
system had been used for was viewing Kim's talents at getting ahead,
so the VCR cued on and there was my ex-fiancee preparing to gobble
some outsized dong. I groaned and switched off the VCR. I stowed the
tape and settled down for my coffee, needing it more than ever. I got
about fifteen minutes of reports on the hurricane approaching southern
Florida and various self-aggrandizing statements from a president
running for re- election on his promises, rather than his record, and
then heard a knock at my door.
"Who is it?"
"Me!"
I opened the door and in swept Wendy. She was wearing navy blue satin
jogging shorts and a white jersey. Her hair was pulled back into an
auburn ponytail. She wore no makeup. She looked about ten years old.
She closed the door and locked it, then turned to me and smiled
impishly. "Ummmm -- I'm thirsty. Got anything to drink?"
Looking at her grinning little face, which was just about the height
of my solar plexus, I couldn't imagine doing anything sexual with her
-- even though I remembered very well what we'd done the night before.
I hesitated, smiling down at her.
"Let's see what I can find..." she said and started undoing the
waist-snap of my worn, old, lounging-around-the-apartment jeans.
I gently took her hands in mine. "Wendy -- wait. I feel...funny about
this."
"Huh? What do you mean? You promised I could -- "
"I know and I'm going to keep that promise. It's just that -- well,
it'd help if you weren't dressed like that."
"But these are the only clothes I -- Oh." She cocked her head to one
side and looked up at me with narrowed eyes. "Oh." Nodding slightly,
she led me by the hands to my couch. "Well, why don't you just sit
right down here and let me see if I can improve my attire for you."
I sat slowly. She stood in front of me, looking thoughtful as she
chewed on one fingernail. "Now, what can I do....Hmmmm. I know -- lose
the ponytail, for one thing."
She reached up and pulled off the little elastic band, then shook her
head slowly, letting her hair become an auburn frame for her face.
"Yes, that's better...and -- "
She skinned the jogging shorts slowly down off her narrow hips,
humming tunelessly as she bent at the waist. The shorts were snug and
clung nicely. Only when she straightened did I realize she wore
matching navy blue bikini panties beneath them. The white jersey
reached almost to the top of the panties, which were cut low, beneath
her belly button on her flat little abdomen.
"Better?" she asked, standing hip-cocked.
I could only nod. Her hips were barely flared and her tiny tits pushed
out against the jersey. She looked like a miniature model of a woman.
My cock was starting to stiffen. She spotted it and smiled.
"Yes, I guess so. And should I lose the -- " She mouthed the word
"panties" soundlessly.
I nodded again and said, "C'mere."
Smiling seductively, certain of her conquest, she rolled her narrow
hips as she stepped closer, pushing my knees apart so she could stand
between my thighs. "Want to take them off me?"
I leaned forward, putting my hands on her waist. My fingers nearly
encircled her. What could she measure there -- 16 inches? 18? I drew
my hands slowly down, savoring the supple warmth of her lithe young
flesh and hooking my thumbs into the panties. I peeled them slowly to
her thighs and found myself staring at her little cunt.
There wasn't a hair on it, but it was perfectly formed. The labia were
puffy and reddened with arousal. I could smell her excitement as well
as see her wetness glistening. The complete lack of hair was unnerving
-- and somehow arousing.
She took over, pushing the blue rayon the rest of the way down her
sleek legs.
"I want to taste you," I murmured.
She drew a finger between her little cunt lips and held it up for me.
I licked the finger.
"More -- I want to lick you."
She eyed me appraisingly. "Well -- maybe. If you've got a lot for me
to drink. I'm very thirsty."
I thought fast for a man who had about 90 percent of his brain
disconnected at the moment. "There'll be more if I can lick you."
"I don't know..."
"We could both do it at the same time, and if you don't like it, I'll
stop and give you all you want to drink."
"At the same time -- " She looked puzzled, but only for a moment.
"Okay. But hurry -- I told you how thirsty I am."
"It'll be more comfortable on the bed."
"Okay..." She was panting slightly and her nipples were very hard
under the jersey, two points gouging the fabric. I stood and ushered
her toward the bedroom. Inside, she turned to me and said, "Take off
your shirt for me."
I complied quickly, and she stepped back a couple of paces, till she
was right against the side of the bed. She looked me over slowly.
"You look really sexy like that, with your shirt off and just wearing
your jeans. It makes me even thirstier."
"Good, because you look so sexy that I have even more for you to
drink."
She grabbed the waistband of my jeans and pulled me close to her. She
opened my pants and pulled them down as she sat on the edge of the
bed. My dick, about three-quarters hard, swung free and the glans
plopped heavily against her cheek. It left a little wet mark. She
grinned up at me and turned her mouth toward it. A shade over eight
inches long, it's rather fat -- a bit less than two inches thick at
the knob and oddly wider at the base. My cock looked huge against her
little face. When she locked her small lips over the end of the glans,
it looked twice as large because of the comparison.
If it was only three-quarters hard before, her sucking and her tongue
work quickly brought me to full, aching rigidity. I looked down at her
rapt expression as she forced more of my fat dong into her little
mouth. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks were indrawn with her
suction. She had one hand on my shaft, squeezing and jerking in time
with the movements of her head. The other hand was between her legs,
rubbing her hairless pussy and swollen clitoris.
I pulled her face gently off my prick. She moaned softly.
"We were going to try something -- ?" I prodded.
"Oh, alright -- but hurry!" she whined, shifting back on the bed.
There was a sizable wet spot on the bedspread where her drooling
little pussy had rested.
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I stepped quickly out of my jeans and knelt on the bed, running one
hand over her face and shoulder. "Don't you want to take this off?" I
asked, tugging the sleeve of her jersey. She shook her head. "Okay --
it's up to you." I lay back, pulling the pillows under my head, as she
grabbed my cock again. I reached over and took her narrow hips in my
hands, gently urging her to move toward me. "Get on top of me," I said
softly, my words coming out in a hoarse rasp.
She straddled me, legs wide, and ducked her head to my cock. As her
lips locked around my glans again, I moved her back enough to get my
tongue on the lovely target before me: her wet, bare pussy. Just above
it, her tight young ass cheeks looked like two little mounds of snow.
My hands were on her hips and my fingers splayed most of the way
across her buttocks. Those mounds were very warm and as firm as ripe
melons -- and just about the same size.
I heard and felt her gasp on my cock when my tongue tip reached her
pussy. Because of the difference in our heights, I could barely reach
that delectable little morsel even with my head propped up and forward
on the pillows, but it was obviously enough for her. She groaned and
hunched her tiny hips and sucked voraciously on my glans. The only
thing that kept me from cumming was the tightness of her grip on my
shaft.
Her taste was exquisite -- clean and strong and fresh...and abundant.
Despite her age and diminutive size, she was mature in her cunt --
mature enough to be drooling all over my neck and chin.
I shifted my grip to cover her ass cheeks and squeeze them. She pushed
back more, as much as she could without relinquishing my dick, and
began rubbing her bare pubes on my chin. The movements quickly became
frantic. I tried to pry my tongue between her puffy little labia, but
there was little give in those firm lips.
She was huffing as she sucked me and humped my face. I reached my
tongue up a little farther, spreading her cheeks, and let my tongue
trill over the pinpoint opening of her ass. Her mouth came up off my
cock and she gasped, sitting back and onto my face.
"EEeeeeee-EEEEEE!" she shrieked, cumming, grinding her cunt and ass
onto my mouth and nose. I got my tongue back on her clitoris and
gripped her hips again and then I felt her spasming above me, cumming
harder than I would've thought possible for a kid that age. Something
about her intense orgasm was the final straw for me and my
now-abandoned cock began to spurt.
"No!" she yelped, still shuddering, and dove down to plunge my
spasming prick into her mouth.
It was my turn to groan, now, feeling her sucking greedily at my
spurting dick. She was still cumming when she got the knob in her
mouth and she came harder when the second spurt erupted. I heard and
felt her glugging away as she flopped above me, eagerly drinking my
jism. I couldn't resist sliding my hand around and slipped a finger
into her little pussy. She came harder still, wriggling over me, and
her tiny, wet pussy was clenching and sucking at my finger.
I tentatively pushed another finger at her -- this one at the little
butthole that I'd just soaked with my saliva. Her anus tensed and then
relaxed and the tip prodded its way into her rectum.. Talk about
tight! I imagined feeling my prick in her little pussy or -- even more
outlandish -- her tiny asshole and to my surprise, loosed a final
splash of cum into her mouth. She sucked it down and rammed herself
back, taking the pussy probe to the limit and most of the other finger
into her ass. I wriggled them and she shook powerfully, losing her
grip on my cock and resting face-down next to my still-oozing dong as
she came.
I didn't remove the fingers until her spasms had slowed considerably.
She was limp as a rag, except for her still quivering hips and
buttocks. I reached down and gathered her into my arms, cradling her
face against my neck. She was half-panting and half-sobbing. Her eyes
were wet, but not reddened.
"I never get off like that," she gasped. "Never!" She threw her arms
around my neck and hugged me with the ferocity only a kid can display.
"And you came even when I didn't touch you!"
"That's because it turned me on so much tasting you and having you cum
on my face," I said truthfully. "Now you know why I wanted to lick
you!"
She nodded vigorously, kissing the side of my head and then my cheek.
"I want to try anything you want," she whispered into my ear. "I want
to try it all!"
I couldn't be sure I was hearing the words, but my cock certainly
responded to the implications, vigorously pumping itself back up.
"Oh, wow," she breathed, feeling the flesh lengthen and thicken
against the back of her knee. "What do you want to do now?"
"Anything you want to, Wendy, and nothing else."
"Well, I dunno..." she squirmed down over me and examined my dick
closely. Her breath warmed it and speeded its revival. "I'd like to
try to get it inside me, but it's so big and -- " She looked up at me,
my dick now standing at about a 45 degree angle off my abdomen and
rising with every pulse. "Look, could we like, you know, try it -- and
if it doesn't work, maybe I could suck you again?"
"Be my guest...but do me a favor?"
"Anything!"
"Take off your shirt."
She blushed slightly. "I haven't got much to show, y'know."
"Please?"
She shrugged and peeled the jersey up over her head rather quickly.
Her little titties were precious. Maybe the size of plums, they were
conical and capped with swollen little nipples that were oddly
outsized for her small breasts. They barely quivered when she dropped
her arms from stripping off the shirt.
"I told you I don't have much -- "
"I want to lick them and even suck 'em a little."
She giggled and walked on her knees to my face. "I do kind of like
that."
"Oh? So you've been letting your secret lover play with these little
beauties?" I leaned up and over and kissed each sweet booblet, letting
my tongue tickle to the tip of her nipples.
"Uh-uh," she breathed, voice throatier. "He just lets me suck him
off."
I sucked her left nipple into my lips for a moment and she shivered
with pleasure.
"Who, then?"
"Uhhhhhhh," she groaned, pulling my mouth to her other nipple. "My
best friend, Linda --- ahhhhh!" Her hands were at the back of my head,
forcing my face against her. She tried to thrust her sweet little
tittie into my mouth farther, but I already had all of it.
My fingers, however, were busy. I ran my hands down over her arched
back to her hard little ass. I caressed and soothed the trembling
cheeks with just my fingertips. When I ran them down in the crease of
those gentle little swells, she shivered -- and when I brushed her
anus, she gasped.
She shifted and fed me her right titlette as my other hand began
lightly manipulating her pussy lips and her clitoris. She was wet
before; now she was drenched. When I finally slipped one finger into
the clenching cavern of her little cunny and pushed my thumb carefully
across her clitoris, she squealed and pressed down on my hand. Her
pussy gripped and massaged my finger, squeezing it hungrily.
A few gasping seconds later, she raised herself above me and stared
down with dreamy eyes. "I want to try it now."
I could only nod. She ducked her face down to mine, her hair a curtain
around us, and kissed me lightly, then squirmed and wriggled her way
down over me until I could feel her round little butt against my knob.
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"Lift up a little," I croaked. She crouched with her feet on either
side of my hips, like a catcher waiting for a high, hard one. I
reached between us and gripped my dick, holding it vertical beneath
her. I was having doubts about this, myself. My glans looked to be as
big as her entire pubis and despite the swollen arousal of her
glistening wet labia, that hairless little slit looked too small and
vulnerable.
Even as I was having second thoughts, Wendy was positioning her little
pussy over the tip of my cock and pressing down -- albeit, cautiously.
The heat and wetness of her little cunt was amazing, and the tight
softness of those sweet lips was maddening. Her labia opened and
closed as she rolled her hips. It felt like a tiny mouth was
lip-nibbling my dick.
With one hand on my chest for balance, she reached between her
widespread legs and opened her pussy lips with the other. She pressed
down at me, carefully placing her opened little slit against the tip
of my cock. She let her weight settle her tiny cunt against my knob
and revolved her hips a bit, rolling them above me as she wedged her
pussy open against my dick. Only her slipperiness and my rigidity had
gotten us this far, but looking at the disproportion in sizes -- not
to mention, feeling the constriction of her cunt on my knob -- I had
serious doubts about the feasibility.
But then she sat back a bit more and let more of her weight come to
bear and I felt my cock begin penetrating her. "Unnnnnnnnn..." she
groaned and I could only stare. Watching my fat dick being absorbed
into her tiny pussy was like watching a python swallow something
bigger than itself.
But if watching it was surprising, feeling it was incredible. My glans
was simultaneously being squeezed into that narrow opening and sucked
and massaged by it. Her labia were stretched so thin that they'd
almost disappeared. Only the flange of the crown remained outside now
and...
"Oh!"
Her mouth hung open, her eyes were half-closed and my glans was
completely inside her. Looking down at our intersection, my knob was
hidden inside her, her labia were stretched to invisibility and my fat
shaft protruded smoothly from her, looking as if it were some shared
organ, or a third leg growing out of her.
"Are you okay?"
"It just...feels so...b-i-i-i-i-g..."
She panted for a few seconds. "Getting kinda used to it..." Pant pant
pant. "Feels b-i-i-i-g, but so g-o-o-o-d..." Pant pant pant.
"Oh-- okay," she whispered. "I think it's gonna be okay..." She
pressed down a little, experimentally. My glans burrowed a little
deeper into her, ironing out all the crinkles in her baby pussy as it
stretched its way farther up her tight channel. I watched her labia
implode and lifted her a bit, till they were freed. "Feels so funny,
but big and good moving inside me..."
"Hold your pussy open, baby -- use your fingers."
"Uh-huh..." She reached between her legs and her trembling fingers
folded back the petals of her sweet twat. I let her slide down a bit
more and she groaned. She was flushed and her nipples were hugely
swollen. The aureoles had disappeared, swelling into her nozzles.
She lifted herself a bit and then settled again, panting as my glans
and a good three inches of my shaft lodged inside her. "Oooo --- oh,
yes, yes, yes," she breathed, jaw slack. She raised and lowered again
and again, taking maybe a quarter inch more on each stroke, and each
stroke became easier for her -- until that quarter inch, when the
lubrication of her abundant young juices was spread over more of my
cock.
I urged her gently forward. She settled onto her knees over me, her
hands limp at her sides now. She began pumping again and I tried to
concentrate on not cumming.
The feel of her hot little pussy on my swollen dick was unbelievable.
She was hotter inside than any woman I'd ever known, and so wet that I
could hear the slurp of her cunt as she raised herself.
But what amazed me was the suction. Her little twat was so exquisitely
tight that something like an air seal had been formed. She was taking
all but maybe two inches of my cock into her and when she pulled up
more than halfway, I could feel her molten pussy sucking me back into
her. When she pressed back down, her flat, tiny dancer's tummy
actually bulged from the intrusion of my meat.
"Feel okay?"
"Uhhhhh -- Oh! -- It's so -- so -- so -- big in there! Oh! Yes -- it's
like moving all my insides -- Oh! Uh! Yes! -- "
She was pumping more quickly now. She shifted her hips around so she
could use my dick to massage all the parts of her she wanted. Her tiny
pussy was squeezing my cock and sucking at it. The only thing that
kept me from cumming was her unbelievable tightness. Even so, my balls
were pulling up tight.
"L-lean back, baby -- against my legs." I pulled my legs up behind
her, bending my knees.
She did as I'd asked. She was at the top of a pump. As her back and
shoulder blades settled against my knees, I could see her lower belly
bulge slightly from my dick. She let herself settle slowly farther and
farther. Her eyes and mouth opened wider with each inch that she took
into her miniature cunt. I could see the bulge of my prick travel up
her abdomen. She took more of me than ever before this time, but still
didn't get it all. I could feel her cervix against the end of my
throbbing prick.
She was huffing now and I could feel little tremors inside her
overstuffed cunt. I raised my hands and gently caressed her budding
breasts, covering them and then very gently tugging at her swollen
nipples.
She panted, "Oh! I think I'm going to -- to -- " Huff-huff-huff.
"Do it, baby -- cum for me." I raised one hand to her face, grazing
her cheek. She turned her head and took my finger into her mouth,
sucking and tonguing it as if it were a cock. She began to bounce
herself on my prick.
I trailed my other hand down over her chest and belly to her abdomen.
I let my fingers rest lightly on the moving lump, feeling my own cock
through her tummy, feeling my own fingers on my cock. My hand went
lower and I pressed lightly over the bulge, just above her pubis.
Her mouth opened wide and she hissed loudly, eyes bulging, as I
compressed her vaginal nerves -- her G spot -- on my cock.
Then I turned my hand so my fingers could reach the absurdly swollen
nodule of her clitoris, which strained outward above her wildly
stretched little labia.
She went nuts.
"Oh yes! YES!" The words would have been a scream, but they were a
quiet, almost inaudible. I could see her abdominal muscles go into
convulsions as the spasms of her orgasm overwhelmed her. She jerked
and flopped, impaled on my dick.
But inside her, my cock was being pulled and compressed by muscles
more powerful than I'd imagined. Her little cunny clenched on my dick
as if to crush it, jerking and convulsing over and over, irregularly.
Sometimes the muscles tightened in quick little bursts -- Bam! Bam!
Bam! -- and then there'd be a long pause...followed by an extended
tightening that made me wonder if she would or could ever relax.
And every spasm treated me to the most amazing sight: my dick,
outlined beneath the tensing muscles of her indrawn abdomen. Sometimes
I could even make out its variations in thickness.
"Gonna cum soon!" I warned her.
"EEeeeEEEE!" She struggled to uncork herself from my dick, levering up
till only the head was encased in her pussy -- and then groaning,
collapsed and slipped back down to take all she could...and have
another orgasm.
"Help me..." she pleaded, as if helpless. "Help me...get it...in
my...mouth...pleeeease!"
I took her barely flared hips in my hands. I pumped her up and down
above me two or three times, as if using her to masturbate my prick,
and then pulled her up and off me. The jism was already beginning to
ooze out of my cock, and the buzz of cumming had begun.
Wendy managed to roll over and around enough to get her lips on my
cock. At first she just let it lay in her mouth, but then she leeched
onto my dick and began sucking. Suckling is more like it. She nursed
at my cock like a hungry baby at her mother's teat and sucked my knob
thirstily.
The jism just kept oozing out of me. My nuts kept jerking and the goo
kept leaking into her welcoming little mouth. My lower body was numb
with the sensation of the prolonged ejaculations. Again and again I
spurted into her mouth. She swallowed and kept sucking.
At long last, the spasms started to slow -- but Wendy hadn't had her
fill yet. She brought her hand around and between my legs. Her knuckle
pressed just behind my balls.
"Augghhh!"
I came again, unexpectedly. I'd thought myself finished, but her
expert, eager skills had wrenched one last shot from me -- and this
was unlike any other. It felt as if my cock had tapped into an
unsuspected reservoir of cum. I poured a single, extended geyser into
her mouth. Wendy was swallowing loudly and her lithe little body was
convulsing with every swallow as if she were still getting her
clitoris licked or her cunt reamed.
This time, when I stopped cumming, I was sure it was over; my balls
actually ached.
Wendy let her head fall to my stomach, my cock still in her mouth.
Even as her breathing steadied, then slowed, and her body finally
stopped its jerking, she kept my limpening dick in her mouth, lightly
suckling.
I let my hand rest on her tiny ass and let my eyes close. I was too
weak and exhausted to do anything but what she was doing at the
moment: sleeping.
I don't know how long I dozed, but I know it was longer than Wendy
did. I awoke to find her sprawled over my left leg, her wet cunny
rubbing back and forth on my knee and her mouth filling with my
reawakened dick. She wasn't using her tongue at. She was simply
sucking and bobbing a bit. To my astonishment, despite having been
drained twice already, my balls were very rapidly reloading my dick
for action. I reached down to caress her head and her cheek.
Wendy pulled her little mouth off my dick and grinned at me.
CHAPTER EIGHT (WENDY08.STY)
"C'mere," I said and held my arms out to her. She scrambled up into my
embrace. "Don't you ever get enough?"
My question had been meant as half a joke, but she solemnly shook her
head. "Not really. I just love to suck it and swallow it. But now I've
discovered -- " She pecked me on the cheek and smiled impishly. "I've
discovered fucking and I love it."
"I didn't think it was going to fit."
She rolled to my side, half-pressed against me now. I could see her
small, sweet breast and its stiff nipple. She reached down and grabbed
my dick. "Me, neither, but I'm glad we did it. I just never thought it
could feel quite like that -- all hot and hard and alive inside me.
And so big! It just seemed to like, well, move all of my insides
around."
"It was tough for me not to cum inside you there. Feeling your
orgasm...Ummmm." I grinned and rolled my eyes.
"I'd like to feel what it's like shooting inside me, but I like to
swallow it so much...and I'm afraid of getting, you know, pregnant."
"Vasectomy."
"Oh?" The little eyebrows went up. "So you, uh, can't get me knocked
up?"
I nodded.
"So, like, if I wanted to see what it's like to have you shoot off
inside me, I could do it without worrying?"
I nodded again. "But I don't think you'd really feel it that much. The
back two-thirds of the vagina doesn't have any nerve endings to speak
of."
"Could have fooled me!" She bent and licked my nipple for a moment.
"It felt so deep that I thought it was going to come out of my
throat!" She resumed licking my nipple, which hardened. "Mmmmm -- just
like mine and Linda's."
"What else do you do with Linda?" I muttered, enjoying her tongue and
then her lips. Her hand continued moving up and down my cock.
"Not too much," she said. "We just wanted to find out what stuff feels
like, so we kissed and then we licked each other's breasts and rubbed
ourselves down there. She wanted us to lick each other down there,
too, but I thought it sounded kind of yucky."
"Like baseball or L.A."
She grinned impishly.
"Still think it sounds yucky?"
She half closed her eyes. "Un-uh! Next time we have a sleepover, she's
going to find out just how good it feels!" She gave my dick a very
urgent squeeze. "I wish she could find out how good this feels, too.
She's my best friend in the world and we always share everything."
"I think we ought to keep this our secret for a while, Wendy. I could
get in terrible trouble if anyone ever found out."
"I suppose..." She continued stroking my cock. "Can we do it again?"
"If you want. We can do anything you want."
She sat up on her knees. "Could we do it like that redhead, in the
tape?"
"There's only one of me."
"Silly. I mean with you behind me."
"I don't think that's a good idea, baby. I'd go too deep in you from
behind and it'd probably hurt, and that's the last thing I want to do.
With you on top I'm not too worried because you're in charge."
"Yeah, but my thighs get tired. I really liked it at the end, when I
could just relax and let you kind of work me up and down. I felt like
I was just one, giant clitoris." I watched her nipples tighten even
more, responding to the memory, I supposed.
I sat up and pulled her close to me. "I have an idea. Want to try it?"
"Um-hmm!" Her eyes were closed and she'd let herself go limp in my
arms. "Anything!"
I reached past her and grabbed both pillows, stacking them, then laid
her back on them lengthwise with her precious butt right at the edge
of the top pillow. Her eyes were still closed, her auburn hair was a
disheveled mess and her face, neck and upper chest were deeply
flushed. Gracefully, languidly, she raised her arms and then let them
fall gently back behind her, outstretched on the bed. Since she was
raised off the bed, the position drew her budding little tits even
tauter, flatter, so they all but disappeared. All that was visible
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