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 Wendy, 'The Girl Next Door'

   It's September.  School has started again, and I haven't seen Jasmine
for some time.  Not since she went to Pakistan.  I spend far too much time
standing in my door way, looking for her or another sample of such
wonderful teenage sexuality.  My memory is full of Jasmine's superb, firm
body, her tight pussy, and her gorgeous tits.  I've got to admit it, when I
first met Jasmine, I had no thoughts about 'little girls', but now, I just
don't seem to get on with any.  Maybe it's because I just don't trust them
anymore, not since my wife ran off with my neighbour.

   The late summer sunshine means that the girls of Sparrowfield Road
Secondary School are still inclined to come and go from school in their
short pleated skirts and thin white summer blouses.  In many cases, thin
blouses mean that a variety of bras are on subtle display.  Some trainer
bras, and in some cases, rather well filled lacy ones.  Most of the girls
have bare legs, or at most, ankle socks.  As I watch them, I idly consider
the fact that only panties are not to be seen.  My imagination starts
running riot and strips many a twelve or fourteen year old girl down to
bare flesh as she walks along the street.  Some of these girls are really
appealing young ladies.

   This is all getting a bit out of hand.  I'm thinking of nothing else. 
Hell, I hope I don't start hanging around the playground in the park.  It's
not easy to ignore your dick when it calls out to you!  I suppose it's like
any other addiction, the craving only dies down when you actually get some
of what you want.  But just how to get my sticky little hands on one?  Its
such a perilous pastime.

   So there I am, sitting in the kitchen, sipping a cuppa when there's a
knock on the door.  I wander out to see who it is, and find the young girl
from two doors down the street.  Her name's Wendy.  Not very tall, a bit
plump, big shock of yellow blonde hair, big tits and small brain.  She's a
nice enough girl, but a bit slow.  I think she may have been one of those
difficult births and didn't get quite enough oxygen, know what I mean?

   'Dad says can he borrow your big saw please.  He's got a tree he's
cutting up for fire wood.' I beckon to her to come in, and she follows me
through to the back of the house.  It strikes me that she's a little too
trusting, but there again, she's only fifteen and she's known me a while
now.  And she has no idea that at this very moment, I'm wondering just what
it will take to fuck her....

   'Haven't seen you for ages Wendy.  Why don't you pop in for a cup of tea
and have a chat?  I'm a bit lonely now I'm on my own, you know.  A bit of
female company would be really nice.' She smiles and says, 'OK, but I gotta
take Dad that saw.  He's waiting for it.' Me too, I think.  I'm waiting for
you to bring me a little sore.  We go out of the back door and into the
back yard.  I dig about in the little brick lean to, where I keep my tools.
'Here you are then!  Tell him there's no rush to get it back.  He can saw
up as many trees as he wants!' Her smile is just a vacant sort of
expression.

   She takes the saw and, quite literally, trots through the house and back
home.  She's always running.  Plays football with the boys too.  Seen her
running rings round some of them when they were playing out in the street.
She's active, not bad looking, and spends a lot of time with boys, hardly
ever mixing with girls.  Being a bit backward, she must be a target for the
local youths.  I'll bet there's a few of them who've slipped her a length
before now.  We'll just have to give her a try and find out.  No harm in
trying, eh?

   She'd only been gone a minute, when there was another knock on the front
door.  I was surprised to see Wendy standing there.  She'd taken my
invitation quite literally and so I let her in and followed her as she went
into the kitchen.

   I switched the electric kettle on and got a mug out of the cupboard. 
Wendy had settled herself on a stool by the breakfast bar.  She was wearing
her usual attire.  Track suit of the local football team, and trainers. 
The jacket of the suit was unzipped and the white T shirt underneath was
looking quite stressed as it stretched to accommodate her big boobs.

   'Take sugar do you?  Or are you sweet enough already?' No reaction to
the lame joke.  'Two please.' I drop a tea bag into the mug and spoon in
the sugar.  She's looking around the room, studying the holiday postcards
I've got pinned up on the wall.  I'm just about to ask her if she knows
Jasmine, when I remember that she doesn't go to Sparrowfield Road school.
I've seenher being picked up in the mornings by a mini bus, loaded with
some strange looking individuals.  Probably goes to a special school for
kids with problems.  Too bad really.  You wouldn't know there was anything
wrong with her to look at her.  Quite normal.  Until you try to talk to her
about anything.  She's just completely unable to hold a conversation.  Just
looks at you, or stares around the place.  But never mind the IQ, How's her
sex life?  I hand her the mug of tea.

   'Want milk in that do you?' I offer her the milk.  She doesn't say
anything, just looks at the bottle and makes no move to take it.  I reach
forward with the bottle in my hand, but she puts her hand over the mug.  No
milk then.  Couldn't have said so.  Very odd girl.  Simple.  Let's hope
she's simple enough to get her knickers off.

   'Why don't you take your jacket off?  Make yourself at home.  Get
comfy.' She looks at me for a second, no expression on her face, then she
slips the jacket off.  I take it and hang it over the back of a chair.  I
size her up.  Sitting there in just a T shirt it's obvious her tits are a
pair of beauties.  Large, and judging by the outline of her bra, quite
heavy!  Wide straps, always a giveaway.  I continue the chat.  I have to
really, she doesn't say a word.  'How old are you now, Wendy?  Fifteen?'
She nods, and I hear a quiet, 'Yes.  In July.' I give her a big smile and
say, 'You've got a very nice figure for your age.  I bet the boys chase you
all the time!' Just the hint of a smile and she says, 'They're always
touching me.  'Specially when we're playing footy.  Grabbing my boobies.' I
laugh.  'I can't say that I blame them.  They're lovely.  They shouldn't
grab at you though, that can hurt.' 'Yeah, some of 'em are really rough. 
But I give 'em a smack if they hurt me.  They soon learn.' She's holding
her tits now, a sub conscious reaction to the memory of them being pulled
by oiks.  I reach out towards her with both hands.  She watches them as
they get closer to her.  It's pretty obvious what I have in mind, but she
doesn't move, she doesn't say anything.  So what's new?

   'You remember my wife, don't you?  Well, she taught me how to handle
boobies properly, so it feels nice.' Wendy just lowers her own hands, and I
replace them with mine.  'Wow, they're really nice ones!' I say, weighing
the pair in my palms.  I was right.  They are solid and heavy.  'Bigger
than my wife's were.  Yours are just what men like.  Can I touch them? 
Like I said, I know how to.' She raises her eyebrows a little.  'If you
want.' This is just too easy.  I lift her T shirt up over her chest,
exposing a sparkling white bra.  Not a fancy one.  Just a plain good old
Marks and Sparks sports bra unless I'm mistaken.  I slip my hands under her
shirt and stroke the tops of her `boobies'.  Oh, Bliss!  I just love tits.
Sliding my mits under her arms, I dip into her bra.  Firm warm flesh. 
Nearly as firm as my dick, in fact.

   'Lift your arms up....' She complies without a sound or a change of her
blank expression.  '....so we can slip this off.' I hoist the T shirt over
her head and chuck it on the chair her jacket is on.  She's looking
directly into my eyes.  There's no sign of excitement, worry, nothing. 
Just two blue eyes staring blankly at me.  There's no sign that she's going
to stop me either.  Obviously I'm not the first to tread this path.  I slip
the straps down off her shoulders.  A gentle pull reveals her tits in all
their bulging glory.  They drop a fraction as the support of the bra is
lost to them, I run my hands over them, feeling the nipples grazing my
palms as they come to attention.  I lift them and gently squeeze them.

   Wendy doesn't move, doesn't say anything.  She just keeps looking at me.
I stop the massage, and slide my hands around her back.  She's ready for
this, though, and surprises me by pulling her shoulders back to enable me
to unclip the bra.  A second later it's lying on the kitchen floor.  I
kneel down and pick it up.  Onto the chair it goes, with her shirt.  I bend
forward and kiss both her nipples in turn.  Then I suck one into my mouth
and roll it between my lips with my tongue.  I change sides, and repeat the
exercise.  Wendy moves her hands and holds my head as I suckle her.

   After a minute or so she pushes my head back and says; 'Do you want to
do it then?  I'm on the pill....' I stop and stare at her for a second.  I
can't believe my luck.  She continues, '....so its OK, if you want to.' I
kiss her forehead and say, 'That would be very nice.  Come upstairs then.
It's better in bed.' I take her hand and lead her upstairs to my bedroom.
She closes the door behind us and watches me as I take off my trousers and
shirt.  She looks down at the tent in my boxer shorts, and for the first
time, she smiles.  I slip them off, and as my cock springs into view, she
claps her hands and gives a short bark of a laugh.  With one quick movement
she whips off her tracksuit trousers and her knickers.  Her pubic hair is
slightly darker than her hair on her head, but its just as curly, and
there's almost as much of it.

   'You like sex, then, Wendy?' I ask her.  The smile is still on her face.
'Yeah!  'specially thingies.  They're nice!' She steps forward and takes
hold of me, fondling my cock with both her hands, laughing softly as she
does so.  I resume the tit massage, making the most of her big firm jugs.
For fifteen years old, this girl is as advanced sexually as she is backward
mentally!

   I let go of her and get onto the bed.  She follows me like a shadow and
without asking or guidance, she's on her back with her legs akimbo, fingers
dancing over her pussy.  I look at it.  No virgin this!  Despite the thick
mass of blonde hair that surrounds it, I can see its well-used, which is
hardly surprising I suppose, if she's on the pill, and has an obvious
appetite for cock.  I can also see her clitoris.  It's big.  Protruding
from its sheath.  Easy for it to rub on a cock's shaft, easy for her to be
stimulated even by the most inept lover.  No wonder she likes to fuck.

   Not being one to keep a lady waiting, I get between her thighs and bend
to suck on her tits.  Wendy's hand grasps my cock and hauls it into
position.  In a flash I'm sliding up her wet hole.  Despite its obvious
usage, her pussy is quite firm and tight, but it's soaking wet, and I go
right in up to my balls with a single, easy push.  As soon as I'm in her,
she's bucking away like a thing demented, pumping her hips up and down like
a porn star.  Gone is the passive, expressionless simpleton that sipped tea
in my kitchen.  Instead I have a bucking wildcat under me, banging away
like there's never gonna be another chance to do it.

   Wendy's got her arms under mine, her hands holding my shoulders.  Her
grip is almost painful.  Her knees are bent so that her feet are almost by
her bum.  Having got a rock solid hold of me, she's fucking me at speed. 
Her tits are flying around so much I start to worry that she's hurting
herself.  She's gasping for breath, making short sharp grunts as she fucks
me.  I just stay in position, hands by her head, hips firmly pushed forward
in the hope that old dicky won't slip out and be smashed by her flailing
pelvis.

   It doesn't last long though, and she soon stops bucking, and arches her
back, lifting me off the bed completely.  Her eyes are bulging, her face
bright red.  Not a sound escapes her lips, but I can feel her orgasm as it
ripples along her vagina.  Deep inside her, the knob of my cock is gripped
and squeezed.  It pushes me over the top and I come like a fire hose and
then collapse on top of her.

   'Jesus!  Wendy, you really are something.' But she's not listening to
me. She too has crashed, her head back, her mouth open, gasping for air to
replace the oxygen so furiously used up.  I roll off her, and take a good
look at her.  Her big tits are quiet now, still upright, not flattened by
their own weight.  He belly is flat and muscular.  Her legs are not long,
and they too are well muscled.  Not like a man's legs, but still quite
toned.

   I sit on the end of the bed and can see her pussy leaking a single drop
of semen.  Her fit and strong body has trapped the rest of it deep inside
where it should be.  This is one hell of a female.  Fifteen she maybe, with
a mental age of six or so, but that was one of the best fucks I've ever
had. She begins to stir.  I smile at her and ask, 'Wendy, that was
fabulous! Where did you learn to fuck like that?  How long have you been
doing it?' She sits up, propped up on her elbows.  The sight of her tits as
they settle in their normal position, is burned into my memory.  They are
truly fabulous things; a real bedroom luxury.

   'First time I was twelve.  Me an' a kid at school tried it.  Hurt a bit,
so I stopped.  Then this man in the park got his thingy out one day.  When
I stopped to look at it, he put it in my hand and it spurted on me.  Then
he took me into the bushes by the lake an' told me to take down my pants.
He took his down and I could see all of it.  He made me lay down, and he
got on top of me and he did it to me.  It was much better than the first
time at school.  After that he did it to me some more times in the park,
but one day a woman saw us and started screaming at 'im.  He ran off an' I
ain't seen him since.  It was then my Mum gave me the pills to take.' I sat
and listened in amazement.  Apart from the facts of the story, I was
absolutely gob smacked by the fact that she had told it.

   'You do it a lot then, do you?' she shook her head.  'Only with Mr. 
Robinson, and sometimes with Jerry, me mate at the footy club.' 'Who's Mr.
Robinson?' 'The school bus driver.  I've been doing it with him all the
time.  We go to his house on the way home from school on Tuesdays.  Mrs. 
Robinson is always out on Tuesdays.'

   Obviously she was the last one to be picked up in the morning, and the
last one to be dropped off in the afternoon, and Mr.Robinson had a good
thing going for three years.  'Sometimes we do it in the bus.' She added
thoughtfully.  'Why did you start doing it with him?' 'I was sitting next
to him at the front of the bus on the way home, and he had his hand in his
pocket.  He asked me if I knew what was in his pocket, and I said 'No'. 
Then when the bus was empty he asked if I'd like to see what it was.  When
he got it out, it was stiff like the man in the park, so I took off my
pants.  He asked me why I'd done that, an' I said so he could do it to me.
He did me on the big seat at the back of the bus.  That was the first time.
He does it to Angela too.  When I told her, she wanted to do it too. 
Sometimes he spurts in me and sometimes he spurts in her.' 'Have you ever
told anyone about this?' 'No one's ever asked.' 'You know, Wendy, you
shouldn't tell people.  Remember the woman who screamed in the park?  Keep
what we did secret, just between you and me, that way no one gets angry or
screams.' She pursed her lips as she thought it through.

   'OK.  No one but you and me.  Can I tell Angela?  She's my best friend.'
'If you want to.  But don't tell her my name or where I live.  That's our
secret, OK?' 'Alright then.' She pulled on her knickers and trousers, went
down stairs and finished dressing.  I got down stairs to find her heading
for the door.  'You coming to see me again then, Wendy?' I asked, real hope
burning in my heart!  'Yeah, If you want.  Can I bring Angela next time?' I
could hardly speak the words.  'Together?  Alright then.  Since she's your
best friend.' With her expressionless face correctly adjusted, she trotted
off home.  Just another normal day.  Another stiff thingy for her to show
to Angela.  Then they can be spurted in by a new thingy.  How nice for
them. I can't wait!