Author: Sterling
Title: Mommy Stretches Wendy's Cunny For Daddy's Thingie

Summary: Wendy's mother tells her she's a big girl now, and
explains what that means. Wendy learns she's got a special hole
between her legs that her mommy's going to stretch so men can
stick their thingies into it. Wendy soon likes her new role:
letting lots of men poke her that way as long as they ask nicely.
Wendy likes seeing the men get so happy, and she gets some nice
feelings from it too.
Keywords: Mg pedo lolita incest father daughter uncle niece

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 12/6/2011.

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Mommy Stretches Wendy's Cunny For Daddy's Thingie

"You're a big girl, now, Wendy," said her mommy, Jane North.
"That means you're ready for your coming of age."

Wendy glowed with pride. "What's that?"

"When you've finished, you'll be able to wear dresses."

"Oh, wow, yippee!" she said. Every girl dreamt of being able to
wear dresses. There was some mysterious thing you had to go
through first, and Wendy had been curious what it was. Now it
looked like she was going to find out!

"Now, when you're a big girl, people are going to treat you like
a big girl. Especially men."

Wendy was confused.

"Come along with me," said her mother, leading her to the master
bedroom. They sat beside each other on the bed. "You know about
your private parts. Well, they're not going to be quite so
private. First, you've got to show them to me. Pull down your
pants and panties."

Wendy wondered what this was about. No one saw her naked there
any more since she'd learned to take baths by herself. But she
did as her mother asked.

"Very good. Now lie back, legs wide apart... wider... Good!"

Her mother reached into a bag and brought out a complicated
device with tubes, and then a tube like toothpaste. She squeezed
a little out onto her finger.

"Do you know about your special hole? The one that's not for pee
or poop; the other one?"

Wendy knew there were folds and stuff down there, but she didn't
know about any other holes. She shook her head.

"You have a very special hole. It's what makes a girl different
from a boy. You know boys have thingies?"

Wendy nodded.

"Well, we girls and women have special holes the boys don't
have." She reached in with her finger and Wendy felt the cool gel
as her mother rubbed it on her private parts. She then wiped her
finger over the end of a little plastic thing about the size of a
pencil

"I'm going to stick this into your hole. It might hurt a little
bit."

Wendy watched with interest as the pencil-like thing poked at her
down there, and then it started moving inside. It felt weird, and
it was weird that there was even a place for it to go! And it
seemed very naughty. But it didn't hurt, and she figured her
mother knew what she was doing. She felt the thing poke in more
and more, going right up into her body!

"How's that? OK?" her mother asked with a warm smile.

When Wendy nodded, her mother picked up a little bulb that was
attached to the finger thing by a thin tube and squeezed it a
couple times. Wendy felt the thing inside her body swell a
little.

"Ouch!" she said.

"Just a little more."

"Ouch, mommy, it hurts!" Wendy said louder. Suddenly that thing
sticking into her wasn't just a curiosity.

Her mother stopped squeezing and patted Wendy's shoulder.

"Can't we take it out?"

"No, dear, we leave it until your body's used to it. It's part of
becoming a big girl. Let me tell you about it."

Wendy smiled weakly.

"You've seen boys' thingies, right?"

Wendy nodded.

"But not any man's, right?"

Wendy shook her head.

"Well, soon you're going to get to know them. A lot of them, very
well." Her mother stared off into space with a brief smile. "How
they feel, how they look, how they smell... And one way you're
going to feel them is down between your legs. Men are fascinated
by what's between a girl's legs. Their thingies kind of belong
down there. That's why we keep that part of us covered. It's a
private part that we only share sometimes. But when you're a big
girl and a man asks you nicely, then it's time to share it with
him. He'll want to look at you there -- and oh, how they'll
smile! They'll want to gently rub all around there. They'll stick
their nose down there and take a deep breath -- it smells really
good to them. Sometimes they lick with their tongues! And they'll
open you up with their fingers, and touch around inside your
little flaps, and then find your tunnel, where this thing is
sticking now. They'll sometimes put their fingers in there. But
then the final part, what they like to do most, is to stick their
thingies up there. And so we've got to make it bigger so the
thingies will fit."

That all sounded very, very naughty! It also sounded kind of
ooky. But her mommy was suggesting it, and she trusted her mommy.

"Yes, when a man sees a cute girl like you, he wants to poke his
thingie up into your body. When we're done stretching out your
hole -- it's called a 'cunt', you know, or on a girl as young and
cute as you a 'cunny'. When we're done stretching it, then you'll
get to wear a dress to be pretty and sexy, and that's a sign so a
man knows the treasures up under the dress are for him to touch
and visit, if he's nice."

Wendy was reeling, trying to take in all this information.

"Of course, he'll take you some place private first. Like the
back seat of his car, or behind a tree. I remember fondly the
feel of bark on my back as a man held me tightly. When he wants
to do it quick like that, sometimes you just pull the crotch of
your panties to the side so he can get his thingie in under
there, and then he'll push and it will slide right up inside
you."

The picture was getting a little clearer. A man was going to put
his peeing thing next to her peeing place and then stick it up
her body? Ewww! She looked down at the tail end of the thing
sticking up into her body. She kind of wanted to pull it out of
her right this second -- that thing that was invading her private
space, an inner part of her privates she hadn't even known was
there. And now she was finding her private panty space wasn't as
private as she thought.

Her mother saw her looking and paused. "How's it feeling down
there? Does it still hurt?"

As Wendy considered, her mother took the bulb and pumped a couple
times.

"Ouch!" Wendy cried.

"Sorry, dear. You get used to it, a little at a time. Your cunny
is just designed for man thingies, once it's big enough. It's the
right shape, and it gives them a big sloppy hug they just love so
much."

Wendy was grossed out, and it showed on her face.

"It's what you're made for, dear. We females have our little
cunts tucked up inside us, and that's where men want their
thingies to go. So we let them, because it's our job to make them
happy in that way -- something only we can do. When you see a big
man thingie twitching in the air, bulging out so big, you just
know he needs to put it somewhere, and the place he needs to put
it is in *you*. Right up there between your legs where this
plastic thing is now. And it's not just having it in you he wants
-- though sometimes when a man has stuck it all the way in he'll
just rest there while you feel stuffed. But more than anything he
likes the movement. So he puts it in and pulls it out, over and
over again. Sometimes really fast. And you feel yourself getting
stuffed over and over. You know he's really in all the way when
his body presses firmly against yours down there... Ready for
another squeeze?"

"No!" shouted Wendy.

"Well, OK, just one small one," she said and squeezed.

"Ouch! No!" said Wendy, and reached down to pull it out, but the
first little tug made it hurt even more.

"Now, Wendy, you be a good girl!" said her mother sternly. "That
thing has to be in you to stretch you out for men!"

Wendy's cunny hurt with that big thing in it. She whined, "Why
can't I just be a little girl and keep these parts to myself!"

"Now, Wendy, you have to know your place in the world. Your place
as a big girl is to let men possess and have their way with that
part of you if they ask nicely. I did it when I was a little
girl, and so did all the other women you know."

"Is it big enough yet?" Wendy asked, looking down between her
legs.

"Sorry, dear, no, we're just getting started. Men's thingies are
big! And we're just working on getting you wide enough so he can
start to get his thingie in. You see this mark down here?" she
asked.

There was a red circle four inches down on the part of the long
plastic thing outside her body, and she nodded.

"When we're done, that ring will be out of sight inside your
body."

"Huh?" asked Wendy, eyes wide. There's no way it could ever go
into her that far!

"Yeah, I remember when I was your age, I didn't believe it would
fit either. But you're very stretchy down there, and nature built
your cunny so it can take the biggest man thingie -- take it
nicely and smoothly and politely in a warm, sloppy hug."

"Why do you say sloppy?"

"Oh, because you get all wet down there when a man starts playing
with you between your legs. Your body gets wet so his thingie
slides back and forth smoothly. It's another sign that your cunny
is meant for man thingies... But say, I think we're about done
for the day. Oh, and this is just our secret, right? Especially
don't tell daddy, OK?"

"Why not?"

"It's a surprise for him, and when you're ready he'll see you for
the first time in a dress and be very proud of you."

Wendy was relieved when her mother pressed a small button on the
device and the plastic thing sticking up her cunny shrank to its
original pencil thickness and her mother took it out. But she was
surprised when she pulled another long round thing out of the
bag.

"What's that for?"

"You wear that tucked up inside between these stretching
sessions. It helps your cunny remember it's getting stretched."
And with that, her mother put some more of the gel on the end of
the little finger-shaped thing and shoved it up into Wendy's body
-- her cunny. What a funny word.

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The next day was another session. The little finger-shaped thing
that had been tucked up inside her all night and all day came
out, and Wendy felt a little empty down there. But soon the space
was filled by the expandable plastic thing. Her mother stuck it
in farther than before, until Wendy winced. Then she promptly
pumped the plastic thing up, making it thicker and thicker.

"Yesterday I told you about when a man takes you into his car or
behind a tree. That's when he wants to get his thingie up into
you in a hurry. But sometimes he'll want to play with all of you.
And he'll take you back to his bedroom, or you can invite him
back here. Then he'll usually want you to take off all your
clothes so he can admire your magnificent little body. It's
magnificent to me, but to men it's special in another way too.
And then, like I said yesterday, men will want to kiss you all
over your hair and head and most parts of your body. Especially a
pretty girl like you, they'll be wanting to cover every inch of
your skin with caresses or licks. The plain girls more often just
get a thingie up the cunt pretty quick, but not you."

Wendy felt a little glow. She was a pretty girl. She kind of knew
that already, but she always liked to hear her mother say it
again. She had blue eyes and shoulder-length wavy brown hair, a
round face with a small straight nose, a few freckles, and
dimples when she smiled.

"Sometimes you've got to work on angles. He wants to get it way,
way inside you, and it doesn't always work quite right. Your cunt
goes at a particular angle, so you've got to move your legs and
bum around so he can get lined up just right. Sometimes he'll
take you from the hiney side. That lets him get in the very
deepest."

Wendy wondered how that would work.

"But whether it's quick or slow, he'll sound like this," she
said, and then gave a series of grunts and pants and moans that
Wendy would soon learn were the different ways a man might sound
at his climax. "That's what a man does when he finishes. That's
the best feeling in the world, men say. You can just see by
looking at their faces and listening to them how very happy
you've made them. And you know you're being a very good little
girl."

Wendy nodded. She wanted to be a good little girl.

"And that's also when the special goop is shooting out of his
thingie up into your body."

Wendy gave a puzzled frown. What was this about goop?

"You know how little boys pee out the end? Well that same hole is
what the men use for the goop. It spurts out, like this: spurt,
spurt, spurt," she said, flicking her fingers in rhythm. "Then
when he pulls his thingie out, some of the goop stays inside and
some comes out."

"Yuck!" said Wendy.

"Oh, it's perfectly natural! You're a big girl now and always do
your pee and poop in the toilet, never in your panties, but man
goop is different. It just drips and oozes out and you can't
control it, no matter how big a girl you get to be. It will make
stains on your panties, and that's a sign you've been a good
girl!"

"Why can't the men just keep their goop to themselves?"

Her mother laughed. "Oh, but the whole point of the thing is for
them to put the man goop in you. It's a special present men make
for girls and women. When a man shoots it into a woman, it's how
a baby gets started."

"What?"

"Just a second." Her mother blew up the practice thingie another
couple squeezes.

"Ouch," said Wendy quietly, fighting back tears. By now she knew
she just had to put up with the pain.

Her mother proceeded to tell her all about how babies are made.
When Wendy had absorbed most of the information, she said, "So am
I going to grow a baby inside when a man dumps his goop up
there?"

"No, you won't; you're way too young. But men still like to dump
their stuff up there in little girls. They say it feels
super-special... So when the man is all done with you, pull your
panties up and smooth your skirt down flat so you're modest. And
the panties will catch the goop that comes out of your hole, at
least some of it. Good girls get stains on their panties. But if
a man has done it to you a bunch of times, or a bunch of
different ones have, or if he just had a whole lot of goop, then
your panties can't catch it all and it starts down your legs. You
should get to a bathroom and clean it up if you can, but there's
no shame in having goop trailing down your leg a little too."

Goop running down her leg. She made a face. One of the advantages
of being toilet trained, she remembered, was that you didn't have
goopy stuff messing you up down there, but now it looked like
she'd have the problem all over again.

"Men have to do it to little girls too, you know, if they're ever
going to start babies. No one knows why, but unless a man gets
his thingie hugged tight by a little girl regularly and goops her
insides, then his stuff that's supposed to give a woman a baby
doesn't work right."

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The sessions went on, day after day. The plastic inflatable thing
reached into her further each day, and her mother blew it up to
be thicker each time too. Instead of just sticking it up her when
it was skinny, she sometimes blew it up most of the way first and
shoved it in that way, so Wendy got to feel what it would be like
for a real man thingie to push her open. Her mother shoved it
back and forth a little, so she'd know that part of it too.

It stopped hurting, and finally the day came when her mother took
the overnight plastic thingie out, but didn't produce the
cunt-stretching blow-up thing. Instead, she showed Wendy four
lovely little dresses, and let her pick out the one to wear to
dinner, a light blue one with white tights underneath.

"Your daddy's going to be so proud of you," she said, then took
Wendy by the shoulders and looked her straight in the eye. "And I
bet he's going to want to be the first one to stick his thing in
you."

Her daddy? She hadn't thought yet about the actual men who would
be attached to the thingies, but that made sense. She loved her
daddy, and if she was going to make a man happy, he'd be the one
she'd want the most.

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Wendy's father was sitting down in the living room. He'd been
home from work for a little while and was relaxing before dinner.
Her mother paused with her in the hallway and smiled at her
before they entered. "Jim, take a look at your daughter."

Her father's eyebrows went up. "Oh my, look at you!" he said,
smiling at her. He'd been smiling at her for years, of course,
but something else showed in his smile now. "Come here, little
princess."

"You like my dress, Daddy?" said Wendy, standing proudly in front
of him.

"Oh, I love that dress very much," he said. "It looks wonderful
on you. But I bet you'll look pretty wonderful without it, too,"
he continued, exchanging smiles with Wendy's mother.

"Come sit in daddy's lap," he said, and Wendy clambered up,
sitting sideways as he put his right hand under her knees and the
other behind her back to support her. She lay her head against
his chest. She'd snuggled against her father that way many times
before. He kissed the top of her head.

"Oh, my sweet Wendy," he said, taking a deep breath.

Then he did some things a little differently than he'd done
before. His lips grazed over her head and kissed her on her
forehead, while both hands began moving in circles on her back
and on the bottom of her thighs, different sorts of circles than
before.

"Sit up, honey," he said, lifting her so she sat up straight on
his lap. He moved his face in towards hers, a sweet expression on
his face, and she instinctively turned aside. "Kiss me," he said
quietly.

Her father wanted to kiss her? Well, why not? She loved her
daddy. So their lips met, but not just once. He kissed her over
and over, and soon she kissed him back. He wet his lips and ran
them over hers, and it felt kind of nice. It felt very intimate
to have her daddy's scratchy face right by hers for so long.

Meanwhile, his hands worked over her back and shoulders and neck.
Then he moved them around to the front of her shoulders and down
to her chest, where he rubbed all around gently. She realized her
daddy hadn't ever touched her there before, though now she wasn't
quite sure why. It all felt warm and nice. She felt kind of warm
down in her cunny too.

He placed one hand between her knees and slid it back and forth
on her tights covering inner thighs, moving higher each time, up
under her dress until he touched her panties through the tights.

She noticed he was breathing fast. "Oh, baby, I can't stand it,"
he said. "Let's go to the bedroom." And with that he picked her
up, carrying her like a little child, right hand back under her
knees. and left behind her back. He brought her not to her room,
as he'd done so many times before, but to her parents' bedroom.

He lay her down on the bed and beamed at her.

Her mother had followed them and appeared in the doorway. "You
are going to ask her permission, aren't you?" she said gently.

"Oh, yes," he said, smiling. "I really should do that, shouldn't
I... Wendy, would you mind if I play with your body in every
possible way? I really, really want to. Could I? Please?"

Wendy nodded and smiled happily.

"OK, I'll leave you two. Goodbye, my little virgin," her mother
said, then shut the door behind her. Wendy noticed a tear in her
eye as she left.

"Let's get these covers off," he said, helping Wendy off the bed
for a moment while he pulled them down. Then she lay down again
on the fresh white sheet.

"Oh, baby," said her daddy, sitting on the side of the bed. After
running his hands all over her front and sides and outer thighs
he moved to the inner again, and slid them rapidly up to where
her panties were, pushing her dress up in the process. His hands
then slid up under the dress above the top of her tights, gliding
over the smooth skin of her belly and chest.

"Bottom up," he said, and she raised her fanny so he could pull
the dress up behind her. He left it scrunched up most of the way
to her neck. "Bottom up again," he said, and this time he grabbed
the sides of her tights and panties and pulled them down smoothly
past her knees and then off over her feet.

"Oh my! Oh my dear, my sweet honey," he whispered solemnly,
staring right at her little cunny lips. He reached a hand down
between his own legs to tug on the cloth. Then he sat on the bed
and quickly removed socks and shoes, unbuttoned his shirt and
took it off before pulling his T-shirt up over his head, leaving
his top bare. Wendy liked his hairy man chest, which she saw
pretty often, especially in the summer when it was hot. But then
he rose, unfastened his pants and pulled them off. Now all he had
on was his white underpants, which still wasn't too different
from seeing him in a bathing suit. She didn't quite understand
why it kind of bulged out, but she soon found out. He removed the
underpants and an enormous prong of flesh stood out from his
body. Wendy stared. It had a darker-colored knob, and it was all
covered with veins and funny colors. How could such a thing grow
out of a man? It really was part of daddy, right? She realized it
wasn't any bigger than the long round things her mother had been
stuffing her with, but it seemed bigger because of all the veins
and colors and the fact that it was attached to her daddy.

As she watched, it got even straighter and stiffer. "Spread your
legs, honey," he said.

As she did, she knew her mommy was right. His thing really did
look like it needed to go into something, and she knew it was the
spot between her legs, her cunny hole.

He knelt between her legs and leaned down to put his face right
down between her legs. He nuzzled all around her thighs with his
nose, then poked it right on the flaps that hid her cunny hole!
She giggled once. He raised his head to look, then used one thumb
from each hand to spread her flaps apart gently, and looked at
her hungrily. To Wendy it felt very naughty but very exciting
too.

"Oh, sweetie, you're even wet! You're ready for your daddy?"

Wendy smiled and nodded.

"Oh, baby, I want you so much. You're so hot!" he said, as he
maneuvered above her and lowered himself. She saw that enormous
prong of flesh aim right up between her legs, right at her cunny
hole. The hole in the tip of his thingie was a little bit wet.
She felt him spread her lips with the fingers of one hand, then
felt the knob of his thingie right at the entrance to her cunt.

"Here goes, sweetie!" he said urgently. He looked down between
her legs as she felt the warm, blunt tip open her. It was kind of
like the fake thingie her mother had been using, but it was also
totally different. It was warm, it was shaped a little
differently, and it was attached to her daddy.

Once he was in a little ways, he shifted his gaze up to her face
and locked eyes with her. She felt his huge thing invade her,
stuffing her more and more each second. His eyes were bright, and
he looked totally happy in a way she'd never seen before. In and
in he pushed, until she felt his body behind his thingie bump
against hers on the outside.

"Oh, honey, you're fantastic!" he said. "How'd you ever grow a
cunt that hugs your daddy so nicely?"

Wendy shrugged and smiled at her happy daddy.

"Guess you got that from your mommy," he said with a little curl
of his lip.

He then began moving his prong out of her, like the tide
receding, but then he pressed it in again, the tide surging in to
stuff her totally. This also felt a little like what her mommy
had done, but also totally different. This wasn't just some
plastic thing going in and out, this was part of her daddy's
body. And it wasn't just a ho-hum in-and-out. He wanted to get in
and out more than anything, she could feel it. His whole being
was behind every push.

His pace picked up, his prong filled her over and over again, and
she felt it getting even bigger as it stuffed her full.

"You know I'm going to make a mess in your pretty little pussy,"
he said between grunts, a little apologetically.

"Yeah, mommy said," said Wendy, making sure not to frown. "That's
OK. It's what my cunt is for, to take the mess that comes from a
man's thingie." She believed that by now -- mostly.

"Oh, you're so right, honey," he said with a big smile. "But not
quite yet... It feels so fantastic."

Minutes went by and her daddy kept shoving in and out, making
little gasps and moans that showed his pleasure. Then the inward
pushes got faster and deeper. "Oh, baby, I can't hold out!" her
daddy said. "The stuff's going to shoot out!"

Seeing her daddy so intimate with her, so very happy and so very
thrilled with her body -- Wendy's own little ordinary body --
made Wendy feel very tender. "I love you, daddy," she said
quietly.

"Oh, honey!" he said with a smile as he picked up the pace even
more. "Gonna... unnnh! unnnh! unnnh! Make a mess... unnnh! unnnh!
unnnh! In my little girl... UNNNH! UNNNH! AAHHHHH!" he shouted.

Wendy felt his huge swollen thingie jamming in and out faster
than she'd have thought possible, and saw total pleasure on her
daddy's face, then felt warm little surges up deep inside her
cunny hole. On and on went her daddy's super-happy moans, and in
and out his thingie kept pressing.

Finally his pace slowed and after a few final weak thrusts he
slid out of her. She saw his prong spring free as her daddy lay
beside her, grinning and kissing her all over her chest and cheek
and hair and mouth.

"Let's get this dress off you totally," he said, and soon she was
as naked as he was. "Snuggle up against me, pumpkin," he said,
and as she snuggled against his side, he pulled the covers up to
her neck. She felt warm and safe and well-loved next to her
daddy. In a minute she heard him give a light snore, and she felt
very sleepy herself.

The next thing she heard was her mommy's voice. "Dinner's almost
ready, you two," she said through the door.

"OK, give us five minutes," said her daddy groggily. Just then
she felt his hand rub around one cheek of her round bottom. "Make
that ten."

"OK," said her mother, and they heard retreating footsteps.

Her daddy's hands were all over her again.

"Got to do it again," he murmured, gently nudging her onto her
back. She couldn't see what was happening down under the covers,
but as he moved she felt that hot prong of flesh tap against her
different places.

"If you don't want it, just tell me, OK?" said her daddy.

"OK. But I want it!" She really did, she realized. She liked
feeling her daddy  so close their bodies were actually joined
together, like with puzzle pieces.

"Good girl," grinned her daddy, and seconds later she felt the
big knob on her cunny hole, and then felt it surge inwards until
she was stuffed again. Before her daddy had held himself up above
her, but this time, under the covers, his chest was pressing
against hers, and it felt more cozy. She felt some of his weight,
though not too much. His thingie plunged strongly in and out as
her daddy's body used its great strength for this urgent business
of driving his organ deep into his girl. But as firmly as their
loins pressed together when he reached his innermost penetration,
it wasn't violent and it didn't hurt her.

His grunts and groans got louder. "Oh, fuck, baby, I'm going to
do it again. You're so incredibly fucking hot, honey -- oops,
pardon the language, but -- oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck my little
girl! I mean that in a nice way, fuck, fuck, unnnh! unnnh!
Oooooohhhhhh!" he moaned as he shuddered. She felt more warm
liquid surge into her.

Once again he rolled off, panting, and his thing slithered out of
her.

"I love you, daddy," said Wendy, snuggling against him and
squeezing.

"I love you too, honey," he said.

"What's 'fuck'?"

"Oh, it's kind of a rude word. But it's also a word for what
we're doing. We've been fucking. I've been fucking you."

"Oh, OK," said Wendy, then mumbled to herself, "My daddy fucked
me, my daddy fucked me, fuckity fuckity fuck, tee hee."

She heard her daddy chuckle. After a minute, he sighed and said,
"Time to get up for dinner."

He managed to get her panties out of the wadded up tights and
help her into them, then helped her on with her dress. After
dressing himself, he took her hand and they walked down the hall
to a lovely dinner of roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, and green
peas.

"How was it, honey?" asked her mother.

"Fine," said Wendy, with a loving look at her daddy.

"Fantastic," said her daddy.

As she finished her chicken, Wendy felt goo dribbling out of her
and onto her panties. And instead of it being something to feel
ashamed of, like all the other stuff she'd leaked down there when
she was younger, she was proud of it. She was leaking her daddy's
goop that he had so happily and energetically pumped up into her
cunny.

When she got up, her mother said, "You're leaking down your leg,"
with a smile. "And there's a pool on the chair!"

"Sorry," said Wendy meekly.

"Nothing to be sorry about," said her mother, ruffling her hair.
"You sure gave her a lot of it!" she said to her husband.

"Yeah. She's an incredibly sexy little girl. And I'm not done
yet," he said, smiling at Wendy.

"We're supposed to share her with all the men now," said her
mother.

"Just give me a couple more days," he said. "There's no harm in
that, is there?"

"Well, I guess not. But Wendy'll have to keep wearing pants to
school. Is that OK, dear?"

Wendy nodded. She was happy to have her daddy poking his thingie
up her cunny hole, but she wasn't so sure how she felt about
other men yet.

"And I want her to sleep with me for now," he said. "You two get
to swap rooms for a couple days."

"All right," her mother sighed. "I guess a daddy's girl doesn't
come of age every day."

So that night at bedtime she went to sleep in her parents' big
bed. "See you a little later," said her daddy when he kissed her
goodnight.

Then she woke up to him whispering, "Honey. Can I do it again
real quick, OK? You're just so sexy, I want to get my cock up in
there to fuck you all the time." She grinned as she pulled down
her panties and hitched up her nightgown. Her daddy was up her
cunt in seconds, stuffing her to the hilt. In under a minute he
made his happy sounds while she felt the wet pulses deep inside.
She was dimly aware of his tender caresses and words of love as
she drifted off to sleep.

When she woke up in the morning from a deep sleep, she realized
she was in a strange place. And then it came back to her that she
was in her daddy's bed, next to her daddy, because they had been
fucking. And when she turned, he was beside her, naked. And
looking down, she saw his thingie, big and hard, sticking
straight out, pointing at her. She couldn't miss his look of
hunger and desire.

"Oh! You wanna, um, you know..." she said, pointing her finger
between her legs. She could feel a tingle down there just
thinking about it.

"Oh, yeah, sweet pea, I was hoping I wouldn't have to ask," he
said, smiling and kissing her briefly as he pushed her onto her
back and mounted her. He sure knew how to find her cunny hole,
because the next thing she knew his thing was plowing up inside
her. Seconds later she felt the wet pulses and heard her daddy
moan.

"That was quick!" said Wendy.

"Sure was, honey," said he daddy. "I was just looking at how
beautiful you were, and how sexy, and it was all I could do not
to wake you up so I could fuck you again. Just looking at you
almost made the goop splat out."

After he got home from work that day, daddy said, "Let me teach
you some other ways." He proceeded to demonstrate sticking his
thingie into her from behind, which was funny. Unless she turned
her head, she couldn't see her daddy,  and she didn't feel much
of anything touching her -- except his huge prong shafting right
up inside her little girl innards.

He had them face each other on their sides and felt him get it
into her that way. Then he lay on his back and had her hold
herself way up off of him and then squat down, gobbling his
thingie up inside her as she went down. That way she did the
fucking. She knew that to make him happy she should bounce up and
down, but it also felt like the right thing to do anyway.

Then, in the most fun and surprising one, he stood, lifted her up
and had her wrap her legs around him. Then when he lowered her
his thing poked up into her that way, and he could waltz around
the room with her stuck on his big hard thing. There were just so
many ways a man and girl could put their bodies together and have
his thing stuffed into her cunt.

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On Saturday they had a party, and for the first time Wendy wore a
dress when someone other than her mommy and daddy could see her.
It was red and only reached part-way down her thigh.

Two of mommy's brothers came, and one of daddy's, each one with
his wife. Two other couples who were just friends showed up, and
three single men her parents knew. And there were also a couple
teenage boys. She knew about half of them.

She felt all of their eyes on her, especially the men.

When they had all been sitting around for a while with drinks,
her mother said, "As you can all see, Wendy's wearing a dress,
and she's come of age now. She's a big girl."

"Oh yes, and a beautiful little angel too," said one of the
women. There were murmurs of assent.

"Now, which of you men would like to get a turn alone with Wendy
in the bedroom?"

Every male's hand went up quickly.

"Oh, my, what a surprise!" said her mother, and everyone laughed.

"So, Wendy, why don't you decide what order you'd like to get
acquainted with the men."

"You mean, what order to have them wiggle their thingies up into
my little cunny?"

There were smiles and laughter and a few, 'Awww!' exclamations
from the women.

"Yeah, that's right."

Suddenly Wendy felt shy. "How about daddy?" she whispered.

"Oh, I think daddy's already had a turn, right?"

"Yeah, lots and lots of turns! But I know him."

Her father said, "Yeah, sweetie, but now it's time to share your
wonderful little self with the other men too."

She pointed at her Uncle Ralph, the one she knew best.

"Oh, my wonderful little niece!" he said. "Now?"

"Why not?" said her mother. "I have the feeling Wendy's going to
be spending a lot of the afternoon and evening in bed."

So Ralph led Wendy down the hall into the bedroom.

She was nervous when the door shut, and got a little more nervous
when they both took all their clothes off. But when she saw how
almost worshipfully he looked at her ordinary little body, then
she didn't feel so nervous. He touched her all over pretty much
like her daddy had, but he didn't kiss her, and he spent less
time on each part of her. "Are you ready for me?" he asked as
they lay naked next to each other, his thingie hard and twitching
in the air between them.

"Yeah, go ahead and fuck me," Wendy said sweetly.

Uncle Ralph grinned and said, "Oh, my, you little minx!" as he
worked himself into position. "You make a man feel very welcome."
He gasped and moaned as his thing entered her body. It wasn't as
thick as her daddy's, but it seemed to fit just as snugly in her
cunny. Uncle Ralph didn't push it in all the way. He humped in
and out with fast little strokes, whispering under his breath.
She felt him get more excited and felt his thingie swell inside
her. Finally he gave a tremendous shove, which surprised her,
though it didn't hurt. He pushed his thing to the hilt and jammed
their bodies together, holding still and holding his breath. She
could feel his thing twitch faintly as she felt the familiar warm
surge of man goop fill her innards.

Ralph was still grinning when they returned to join the rest.

"Whoa, it looks like you found Wendy a very satisfactory
playmate!" said Carl, her father's brother.

Wendy knew she had to choose someone else. She smiled at Uncle
Carl and looked down bashfully.

"Is that a hint, my lovely little niece?' he asked.

Wendy nodded without looking up, and in a moment Uncle Carl was
leading her to the bedroom.

"Oh, Wendy," he said reverently. "I've dreamed of this day."

Wendy felt a little thrill.

"Would you mind terribly getting cleaned up first?"

"Whaddya mean?"

"Well, Uncle Ralph was just in your sweet little pussy and
spurted his junk up there, right?"

Wendy nodded.

"When I can, I like my girls to be all clean."

"OK," said Wendy. "What do we do?"

"Come with me," he said, leading the girl into the master bath.
"Now you sit on the toilet and pee, if you can." He turned the
hot water on in the sink.

Wendy pulled down her panties, hitched up her skirts and sat. She
noticed Carl looking on intently as she managed a little trickle
of pee. She reached for the toilet paper, but he said, "No, it's
OK, I'll take care of it. Now I clean you a little, see?" he
said, and after wetting his hand with the running warm water, he
reached between her legs and wiped her little cunny lips. Then he
reached up to get his hand wet again and repeated, over and over.
She liked the feel of the warm water. He started working his
finger into her slit, rinsing the parts inside her lips as well.
It felt kind of good. She could feel a little of Uncle Ralph's
goop getting washed away into the toilet. Then Uncle Carl stuck
his finger up her pussy a little and pulled more out, kind of
cleaning up in there too.

"Oh, that's so nice!" he said when he was done. "Now let me dry
you," he said, and carefully patted her dry with a soft towel.
"Have you ever had a man lick you down there? I mean really
lick?"

She shook her head.

He smiled. "Oh, let me show you."

She took off her dress and panties and lay back in the center of
the bed with legs spread wide. That was how the men seemed to
want her, and she liked the look they gave her when she was
spread out like that. As Uncle Carl stripped, she noticed that
his thingie looked just about exactly like her daddy's. But the
prong was soon out of sight against the bed as Uncle Carl lowered
his face to her privates. He then began kissing her sweetly and
reverently all around the area before he started licking. The
licks focused inside her slit and they felt nice. He then began
very small, slow licks on one particular spot that started
feeling kind of good. After a minute he lifted his head. "How do
you like that?"

"It's nice."

"Let's see if I can make it nicer," he said and returned to
licking. It felt nice and warm, but after a little she started
feeling bored. He sensed it.

"Guess you're not one who really likes it yet," he said, smiling.
"That's fine. Now I'd like to, um, do it to you. Is that OK?"

Wendy nodded and smiled. That was what she was familiar with.

"I like to use naughty words, is that OK?"

Wendy shrugged.

"I want to bury my dick in your sweet, wet cunt."

Wendy smiled.

"I want to shaft your pussy with my meat, honey. I want to fuck
the daylights out of you. Ream your little love tunnel. Yeah!"

Wendy just smiled.

"You don't mind when I talk that way, huh? That's so great."

Uncle Carl invaded her pussy the way the others had. He varied
between short little bursts of poking and long, deep strokes.
There was something that felt kind of itchy and delicious about
it, though, like it carried over from the licking. She actually
felt body pleasure herself down there in her cunny with every
stroke he took.

Wendy liked making men feel good, and she thought about what
Uncle Carl might like. So she lifted her head and whispered into
his ear, "You wanna get my cunny dirty with your stuff now you
cleaned out Uncle Ralph's?"

Uncle Carl looked at her with amazement and began pounding into
her hard and deep.

"Oh, honey! Wendy, oh my dear little girl! Oh, shit... Can you
say that again?"

Wendy smiled. "Sure! Can you make a dirty, happy mess up in my
cunny hole? Please?" She squeezed his back with her arms.

His moans became incoherent and his thrusts frantic. Then she
felt the twitching and the warm dirty mess spurting inside her
body as his moans got more urgent. Still he thrust into her again
and again before finally subsiding and pulling out. When he had
rested a few seconds he kissed her all over, smiling and brimming
with happiness.

Wendy had such power! She could make grown-up men happy!

The two teenage boys just asked her gruffly to lie back and
spread her legs. One barely got his thingie into her before it
started spurting. But he wasn't gruff when he was doing his stuff
in her -- he was kind of all spread out and vulnerable, and she
could tell he really liked it.

When she reappeared in the living room, there was a trickle of
stuff running down her thigh. "Hey, Wendy,  you need a pad," said
her mother.

"They made the messes, not me!" she said, and everyone laughed.

Now she thought of it as which one she'd get to pick next, not
which one she had to pick.

All the males did her once, and most of them had a second go at
her and gave her another sticky mess up her cunt.

Wendy decided she really liked making men happy.  And because of
her beauty and sweet, positive attitude, she was very much in
demand.

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Wendy lived a quarter-mile from the school, but she left an hour
for the walk. Cars lined her route, sitting at the curb.

"Good morning, Wendy, want to come into my car? I've got a new CD
for you."

"I don't know, I've got tons of CDs. Is that all you want, just
to give me a CD?" she asked mischievously.

"Well, um, no. I was hoping I could have a little go at your
pussy? I'll be quick."

"Well, OK then. Sure, Mr. Wilson, no problem."

So Wendy crawled into the back seat of his car and lay on her
back. Mr. Wilson climbed in after her, and when he shut the door
she hitched up her white dress and pulled down her panties.

His organ came into view. "Oh, you're strong but you're kind of
ugly when you're huge like that, Mr. Penis!" she said. "You
shouldn't be seen like that. Go hide where no one can see you!"

Mr. Wilson got it and grinned as she helped him maneuver his
thingie between her legs and shove in, hiding it where it most
desperately wanted to be hidden. He was quick, as promised. In
under a minute he reached the dumping point and had his little
accident up her cunny. She still thought it was kind of thrilling
to think of these men being so naughty and so happy about it.

The next car was John's. He never said much, but she found him
especially exciting. He was a large, powerful man. She just
crawled a little way into the back seat and stayed there on her
hands and knees. He came up behind her and pulled his stiff
thingie out through his fly. He didn't shut the door, so they
were kind of doing it in public! Then he lifted her dress and
pulled her panties down just a little and surged inside. He
actually had a kind of small thingie for such a big man, but it
still felt big inside her. Ten strokes after he got himself in to
the hilt he had his silent climax, spurting as he gripped her
hips tightly. They hardly had any extra skin showing at all.
Someone walking by could see her outer thighs and her little
bottom, but even that was mostly hidden by his large hands
gripping her.

Down the line of cars she went. Each had a man in it -- a few had
two -- and she did her job with each of them. The job was just
letting each man shove his thingie up her cunt and deliver his
load up inside her. But she did more, making it a happy and
exciting experience for each of them.

She had had to start wearing a full-size menstrual pad to catch
all the man goop that oozed out of her.  There were so many guys
each morning that she lost count, and often she was late to
school. But the teachers didn't mind. Making men happy was a
girl's top priority. She also entertained men for a couple hours
each afternoon at home. Lots of men and boys from the
neighborhood came over, but others drove in from some distance
away.

Some of the other girls thought she was weird because she liked
it rather than just putting up with it. Others were jealous
because the men wanted to do it to her more than anyone else.

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Before bed she always took a bath and used her fingers to clean
most of the man goop out of her cunny.

And every night at bedtime, her mommy came in to give her a kiss,
and then her daddy came in to give her a fuck. For Wendy, it was
the sweetest, most wonderful fuck of the day because she loved
her daddy so much. She took a bath first and cleaned out her
cunny so it would just be the two of them.

She never had orgasms the way some of the other girls did, but
she did feel especially good down in her cunny when her daddy's
thingie filled her up just right the way he did. He was always so
happy to do it to her, and she fell asleep each night happy to
know that his daddy goop was tucked up in her little pussy.

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