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WENDY by Friar Dave

CHAPTER ONE (WENDY01.STY)

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.

CHAPTER FOUR (WENDY04.STY)

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.

CHAPTER SIX (WENDY06.STY)

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.


CHAPTER SEVEN (WENDY07.STY)

"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
were two cones of her nipples, now outrageously swollen and prominent.


I couldn't resist. I bent at the waist and suckled at her nipples for
a few minutes, savoring their stiffness and her moans and sighs. She
tasted salty from the dried perspiration of her earlier endeavors. As
I licked and sucked her nipples, I ran my hands all over her small
body, lightly caressing her tiny curves with hungry fingertips. She
writhed and gasped, a purely sensual creature giving herself over to
her pleasures.

When my fingertips brushed her clitoris, she gave a guttural moan:
"Please hurry and put it in me!"

I knelt upright and shuffled around to her legs, lifting them and
parting them to either side of me -- but not before kissing the backs
of her calves and undersides of her knees. She sighed and let her legs
float down on either side of me, opening them wider...and wider...and
wider, with the ease of a limber young ballerina. I'd been counting on
that.

I moved forward, holding my straining cock above her and then letting
it plop down onto her abdomen. With my scrotum brushing her cunny, my
glans was leaving a little precum smear almost at her naval. She
arched her tummy up to rub against it, but otherwise just lay their,
arms and legs akimbo and eyes closed.

I sat back on my calves and nudged my bent knees into the pillows,
slowly displacing them until her little butt was a creamy, hard mass
on my legs. I pulled my hips back and reached down with both hands.
One pushed my dick down till it was aligned with her cunt; the other
opened her pussy lips. Again, I had doubts. They were only slightly
lessened by knowing she'd already done this -- but how could my fat
cock possibly fit into an opening that was so small that I couldn't
see it?

"Please...please...please..."

CHAPTER NINE (WENDY09.STY)

I pushed my hips forward, guiding my dick with one hand and holding
her pussy open with the other. I got maybe half the knob into her, and
then succeeded only in pushing her forward on the pillow. Her face was
screwed up in concentration and she was bracing her fingers against
the brass headboard behind her. It didn't matter. I pushed and her
entire body moved.

I reached to my sides and took her calves in my hands, gently pulling
them up and pushing her knees back a bit. "Hold 'em," I whispered. She
complied.

Again, I gripped my dick in my fingers and pushed forward. More open
now, she began to take the knob into her tiny, wet cleft. She was
hotter than before and even wetter -- but still terribly tight. 

"UnnnnnnNNNNNN," she grunted as my fat glans was compressed by her
small pussy, and it burrowed farther into her. "NNNNNNN---AH!"

The tip was inside her. Again, looking down between us, it didn't seem
reasonable that her little cunny could absorb my fat nut, but there it
was, right before my eyes -- and on my cock. Her labia were nearly
invisible due to the stretching, and her small, hard clitoris, so
clearly visible above her hairless, meat-gorged pussy, was nearly
drawn down to the top of my shaft.

With my hands on her narrow hips, I pushed forward again. She let her
arms fall wide to either side of her, hooking her knees over my arms.

"Oh, jeez, yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, feels so big in me, *OH* yeah," she
babbled, the volume and intensity rising with each additional inch.
And, as before, I could see the progress of my cock bulging up her
abdomen.

When I had about five inches in her, I began pulling back. Her hands
were clenching the bedcovers into small bundles of passion. I could
feel her molten cunny clenching and spasming on my prick. Her slim
hips were beginning hunch slightly and her belly was beginning to
contract. When I reversed direction and started pushing back into her,
this time a bit faster, she started moaning and cumming all over my
prick.

Her orgasm was wondrous to behold. She tossed her head wildly from
side to side, her mouth open and a soft hiss coming out. Her entire
upper torso was deeply flushed and her throat strained. Her belly kept
flattening, drawing in tightly -- as if she were doing an isometric
exercise.

Her orgasm was even more wondrous to feel. Her small vagina closed
even tighter around my dick, coating it -- and then jerking on it.
Only her tightness and my having just cum a few minutes before enable
me to hold back. 

When the rush passed, she breathed, "Wait -- let go for a second." Of
course, I did so instantly, releasing her hips. She lowered her legs
to my sides again. I could feel her constrict even further on me as
she relaxed her thighs. "Now do it again -- you know: moving me on
you."

I put my hands on her trim, prepubescent hips again. This time my
fingers wrapped around and over her taut butt, the tips nearly meeting
in her smooth crevice. My thumbs, laid across her hips, came within
four or five inches of meeting on her abdomen. I held her tightly but
carefully and started pushing into her small body again. 

This time it looked as if a mole were making its way up her abdomen,
starting in the smooth flesh between my thumb-tips and heading
steadily for her naval. Feeling the constriction of her pubis moving
down over my prick was in itself sufficiently maddening; the constant,
trembling ripples of her vagina were too much to bear. I drove a solid
six inches of fat meat into little cunt before I began pulling her off
me.

Her mouth simply hung open, her eyes open and glazed. Her nostrils
were flared and she seemed almost catatonic. She whispered something
and I paused. 

"What?"

"Harder. Harrrrder...."

I was willing, but two things restrained me. First and foremost, of
course, my concern about hurting her. But then there was her
tightness. I wasn't sure I *could* fuck her any harder. 

I was willing to try. 

I pushed more urgently this time and pumped her small frame toward me
at the same time, giving her almost seven full inches before backing
off and experiencing that wonderful suction seal on my glans again.

"Yesssss!" she gasped.

Triceps and forearms bulging with the effort, I proceeded to pump her
on my cock as hard as I could. Her mouth kept opening wider. Her hands
came up to her budding tits and she began rubbing her nipples. I could
hear her little pussy sucking and slurping wetly on my thick prick as
it pumped in and out of her diminutive orifice, and I could see her
labia dragging against my shaft on each outstroke. Even some of her
pussy lining seemed to be turning inside out, clinging to my cock.

Again and again I plunged her onto my cock and she seemed to get more
and more tense. Suddenly, her legs clamped around my hips and she
arched off the pillows. Her cunt was convulsing and she seemed almost
to be having a seizure. She uttered an impossibly deep noise, and then
she was cumming, cumming like nothing I had ever imagined.

She shook, holding herself nearly horizontal just by the taut strength
of her legs around me. Her pussy was clutching at my cock, milking it
with rhythmically contracting rings of muscles. Every muscle below her
ribcage was sucked in and tight. Again, I saw my dick in clear relief
beneath her flesh, reaching damn near to her belly button.

Then she fell back, limp, gasping and moaning. I pumped her hips over
my cock harder and faster. She groaned loudly and shuddered, cumming
with each stroke.

The pressure surge building in my balls would not be denied or
delayed. My cock swelled inside her, stretching her still more. Her
eyes popped open, suddenly wide and startled. 

"I'm going to cum in you now," I managed to huff.

Her jaw sagged wide as if she wanted to talk and couldn't. She was
completely limp, flopping like a rag doll as I worked her narrow
pelvis over my bulging prick. Then I spurted. 

I couldn't control what happened next any more than I could control a
sneeze. I jerked her entire body rapidly with short strokes that moved
her delightful little pussy back and forth for perhaps an inch over my
dick, pumping myself off with her as if she were a living fuck doll.
Her tiny twat continued spasming on my cock, sucking the cum from my
dick as her mouth had sucked it earlier. 

I just kept cumming inside her. Six or seven huge, pussy flooding
surges followed by a seemingly endless series of oozing flows. My
balls simply wouldn't stop lurching. The cum was a hot bath for my
glans and began to back up and squirt out around the sides of my
cunt-stuffing dick. 

Finally thee was no more jism to spurt and my dick began shriveling as
I sat back on my calves and struggled for breath and strength. With
her eyes closed, Wendy held her arms up toward me. I reached forward
and pulled her up and into my embrace, then let myself roll to the
side with her on top; I was afraid of dozing off on top of her.

But Wendy wasn't done with me yet -- not by a long shot. Straddling
me, she ground her little pussy down at my limpening, shrinking dick
until she could get all of it inside her, then began grinding her
pubis at me, massaging her clitoris on my pubic hair. 

"I could -- (huff huff) -- feel it in me -- (huff huff) -- when you
came and it -- (huff huff) -- was all hot and wet and -- (huff huff)
-- and -- and -- and -- (huff huff) -- I want to feel it again! --
(huff huff)"

All as she rolled and pounded her tiny, voracious pussy on my dick,
massaging it with the cum- and secretion-lubricated walls of her
little muffin, refusing to let me get completely soft and determined
to reawaken it.

I pulled her down flat on top of me and gripped her tiny, flexing ass
in both hands. I ground her against me until I felt her shudder as her
clit was rubbed against my pubic bone, setting off another orgasm.
Then I held her close and still. "Rest, baby, rest. There'll be plenty
of time for more of this, but first we have to rest."

"But I want to do it now!"

"I'm human. Let me rest a bit and then -- "

"But -- "

"Limitation of human males." I felt her panting against me. "Women can
have multiple orgasms."

"I know -- and men can't."

"Right."

"Too bad..." Her breathing was finally slowing and her cunt was
gradually extruding my now-completely limp dick. I let a soft fog
envelope me just as my arms were enveloping her. I like to think that
if I hadn't been so completely drained at the time, I would have
realized that I'd planted a thought in her head that was going to come
back to haunt me.

CHAPTER TEN (WENDY10.STY)

I didn't see Wendy for the next four days, and I started to worry. Had
I somehow hurt her? Was she pissed off because I couldn't get it up
for her more than three times in an hour? Had she spilled the beans
and was she even now swearing out a deposition so I could spend the
next several centuries as a guest of the State and a play toy for
every sleazebag convict in the penitentiary?

Around nine on Friday evening, there was an urgent tapping on my door.
I looked through the peephole: Marge. She looked very distressed. I
unlocked the door. "What's the matter?"

"I think someone's in my apartment. Can I use your phone to call--"

"Over there." I pointed. She was wearing a beautifully tailored suit
that managed somehow to de-emphasize her figure. As she dialed the
precinct, I muted the volume on the stereo. I listened to her give the
address and my apartment number -- so the cops could get in the
building.

Her hand was shaking as she hung up. "I really appreciate this."

"I assume the kids aren't home."

She shook her head. "Josh is at basketball camp and Wendy left
Wednesday to visit her father. She stays with him for a week or two
every year, just before school starts."

"Can I get you something while you're waiting? A drink?"

"Please. Scotch, if you have it. Neat."

I was just returning to the living room with her scotch when the
intercom farted -- I swear, that's what it sounds like -- and we both
jumped.

"Yeah?"

"Police."

"Down in twenty seconds." I buzzed the remote door release and looked
at Marge. She was pale. "Let's go."

She nodded, and we hurried down the three flights to meet two very
large cops in the first-floor hallway. Marge identified herself and
took out her keys. "Who are you?" one cop asked.

"Neighbor," I said.

"Is there another door?"

Marge nodded. "Garden."

The cop took the keys; his partner took out his gun and motioned for
his to get behind them. We did not question it. This had stopped being
an adventure and suddenly became very real. Suddenly, I forgot all
about the relatively few rotten cops I always heard about and the more
widespread but rare lapses of the majority. Suddenly, I was very, very
glad to have the presence of these two young men who were stepping
into that empty apartment where some hopped up asshole with a Saturday
Night Special could be waiting, panicked and fearful of being caught.
All in a flash, I wondered what kind of life it must be to go to work
and do this same sort of thing every single day for 20 or 30 years: To
put yourself in harm's way on behalf of strangers. 

The first cop unlocked her passage lock and then the Fichet, drawing
his gun as he opened the door. "Police," he barked and stepped inside,
his partner behind him and to the side.

There was no response -- nothing. Not a sound...except an irregular
thunking noise, followed by a soft sliding sound. The cops carefully
proceeded deeper into the dark apartment, guns drawn. They disappeared
into the kitchen. Silence. Then:

"Well, I guess we won't need Special Weapons for this dangerous
felon," one of the cops said. The other didn't completely stifle a
snicker, then leaned out into the hall. "Uh, everything's okay in
here."

We entered Marge's apartment and joined the police in the kitchen.
"That's what you heard," one of them said.

"Shit," Marge muttered. She was blushing nicely. I didn't blame her.

On the floor, one of those little rolling step-stools slid along the
open door of the big stainless steel custom built-in refrigerator
until the door thunked open at its fullest...and then, as the hinge
spring tried to close the door, the step stool skidded slowly back
until the door could close no more. And then the door began swinging
open again.

"You did the right thing by calling," one of the cops said.

"I don't think I want to press charges," Marge answered. 

Both cops chuckled. 

"Really, it's better to be safe than sorry," the cop insisted. "Glad
it's a false alarm."

"Thanks, guys." She tried to smile through her embarrassment.

"Thank you, gentlemen."

"All in the job," said one cop.

"Glad it was a laugher," said the other, and I know he was happier
about the outcome than Marge or I could possibly be. Both switched
their radios on and reported in, using that obscure shorthand code
cops use. They left and Marge put her hand on my arm. 

"Thanks. I really feel like a dunce, leaving the step stool there. I
was running late this morning and -- "

"Hey, no problem. Any time you want me to come down here and wrestle
your step stool to the floor, just let me know." I moved toward the
door.

"I guess I kind of deserved that. Let me get you a drink or something,
okay?"

Did I detect a thawing? My wishful thinking, I decided -- but I also
decided to be a friendly neighbor. "Only if you'll join me."

"What'll be?"

"Beer will be fine."

"Tell you what: Help yourself in the fridge and pour me a scotch --
liquor cabinet's there -- and I'll change into something less
lawyerly."

"Deal."

When she emerged from the hall leading to her bedroom, I had set her
scotch on the pass-through counter and was looking at her bookshelves
while sipping my beer. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a loose,
man-tailored shirt not tucked in. The shirt was so large, it hung most
of the way to her knees and managed to hide most of the swell of her
breasts. She took her scotch and swallowed a gulp of it. "That was
definitely needed after a day like this one," she sighed.

"Rough day at the office, dear?"

She shook her head. "I really don't want to talk about it. Let's just
say it was one of those days that started badly and went downhill."

"I've had a few of those."

She took her scotch to the couch, a big, black leather sectional, and
settled back into the cushions. She took another sip of her scotch. 

"You're a nice guy, Dan."

I stifled the urge to make sarcastic comments and simply said,
"Thanks."

My sourness must have come through, though. "Hear that a lot, huh?"

I sat on the other slice of sectional, half-facing her across the
glass-top coffee table. "What man wouldn't be willing to help a
beautiful, unmarried neighbor in her time of travail?"

"A neighbor who gives him the cold shoulder when he tries to be
friendly? A nice guy."

"You thought you needed help, so I helped. We're neighbors."

"Josh thinks you're swell," she said as I sipped my beer. "And Wendy
really seems to like you, too." I tried not to choke on my beer. "Can
I ask you a really personal question?"

"I may not answer."

"Fair enough. Are you gay?"

I stared at her. "Why on earth -- ?"

"Aside from that evening you had the kids and me up for drinks, you've
never tried to, you know, get friendly. I just assumed you were trying
to get a foot in the door with me like most straight men do, but in
retrospect it's seemed just as likely you were only trying to be a
good neighbor -- like tonight."

I kept my tone very neutral. "I guess that's reasonable to assume."

She quirked a little smile at me. "Okay, okay -- look, I just asked.
You don't have to answer." She drained her scotch. "My ex-husband is
gay."

"Oh, really?" I thought I'd managed to sound mildly surprised.

She nodded, standing. "And so am I." She went to the liquor cabinet.
"So I understand wanting to keep some things private. Arthur and I
were a marriage of convenience and I really wanted kids. We had an
understanding." She poured herself three fingers of the scotch.

"I can understand that. People can be so bigoted about things that
have nothing to do with them in the workplace."

"Exactly." She returned and sat again. "But it's tough, sometimes, not
being able to just sit and talk with someone. Most women look at me
and make assumptions and act -- "

"Catty?"

She nodded. "Exactly. Except for the ones who want to hit on me. And
men are always coming on to me -- even gay men, if we're in a mixed
crowd; they have to play the macho role, I guess."

"Well, it can be like that."

"So I don't have many people I can just sit and be friendly with. I
have a steady lover, but having just one person to talk with and all
can be confining. That was one of the wonderful things about living
with Arthur. We could just sit and talk -- just like this -- and be
friends, and have his friends and mine over."

"Why did you have to split up, then?"

"The role-playing was just too much for either of us. Now we can go
our separate ways and live our lives as amicably divorced parents."
She sipped. "Much easier for both of us." She sighed and laughed
softly, running her fingers through her hair. "Listen to me just
running off at the mouth about myself."

"Everyone needs to talk sometimes, Marge. It's no problem. In fact, I
kind of like it." I drained my beer. "I better get going, Marge."

"Going out?"

I stood. "No, but ... Marge, you're gorgeous, one of the sexiest women
I've ever laid eyes on -- and I am not only not gay, I'm so straight
you draw lines with me. Laser-line hetero."

A little vertical line appeared between her eyebrows. "You're
kidding."

"Not kidding. I better be going."

She took a deep breath. A very deep breath. The shirt was less loose
for a tantalizing, braless moment. "Oh. Well -- look, you're welcome
to get yourself another beer and stick around, if you like. It's kind
of lonesome without the kids around."

"Your lover -- "

"One of the bad things about today. We'd been looking forward to this
weekend for a long time and she suddenly had to go to Toronto. Family
emergency."

"Sorry to hear that."

"So how about sticking around for another beer?"

I went to the refrigerator, my thoughts racing. Was she lonesome
enough? Should I continue being a nice guy? Was I out of my mind --
considering the possibility of getting it on with Marge *after* her
twelve-year-old daughter had spent a good deal of Saturday evening and
Sunday morning sucking and fucking me?

So I took another beer into the living room and took the same seat.

"I was sure you were gay," she said. "I'm not usually wrong about
that."

"I never thought I projected that."

"Have you ever done anything with a man?"

"Not since I was a kid and that was more in the nature of mutual jerk
off sessions with some friends. Sometimes we'd jerk each other just to
see what it was like, but one hand isn't much different than another."

"And you never really came on to me." She shook her head slowly, as if
a bit confused.

"I tried to get to know you a little better -- really wanted to -- the
first time I had the three of you up to my place."

"'Get to know me'?"

I laughed. "Alright -- I wanted to find out if anything could happen."

"See if I'd go to bed with you."

"Sure, the thought crossed my mind not more than eighty or ninety
times from the moment I saw you until three days later."

"What happened then?"

"I got freezer burn."

She burst out laughing. "I guess I did kind of overdo it."

"Not at all," I said. "You wanted to send a 'not interested' message.
I read the message."

"Not many straight men read that well, I guess." She finished scotch
and held the glass toward me. "One more, please?"

"Sure." As I complied, I said, "Maybe you just don't run into the ones
who are literate in that regard. I know a lot of guys who can be
pretty strongly attracted to a woman and never make a move once she
makes it clear she's not interested."

I handed her the glass from behind and noted that she was perspiring
slightly -- no surprise, since she'd had about four ounces of scotch. 

"I guess you just hang out with a better class of men. In my firm,
they just never let up with the come-ons and the double-entendres and
the 'accidental' groping."

I chuckled, returning to my seat.

"What?"

"Please, Marge -- "

"No! What's so damn funny?"

"Marge, it's just -- well, there's a good lawyer joke in this
conversation somewhere and I'm trying not to let it form."

Her scowl transformed into a wry smile. "I guess I walked into that
one." She wiped her forehead. "Getting too warm." She undid a button
on her blouse; the top four were open now. On a lot of women, that
wouldn't have meant much, but with her tits, it meant something.

"Please don't do that."

She cocked an eyebrow. "Too hot for you, eh?" And then immediately
blushed. "Cripes, now I'm the one who sounds like a pig. Must be the
company I keep."

"Thanks, loads."

"Present company excepted, of course."

"I always wanted to be a neuter afterthought for a smart, sexy woman."

"I really do turn you on, don't I?" She seemed puzzled and surprised.

"Enough that I wish I hadn't stayed for another beer. It's tough
enough giving up hope, but it's worse sitting here with a beautiful
woman and knowing that I never had a chance."

She waved her free hand as she drank some more of the scotch. "It's
not that I hate men or don't like men; it's just that -- well -- "

"They don't do anything for you?"

"Ha! No, no, no, no, no. I've had men do a lot for me. A lot. But..."
She shook her head. "Never mind."

"But what?"

"I don't know; how strong is your ego?"

"Mine's bigger than most."

"Touche. Alright, then -- truth. I was pretty wild when I was a kid. I
wanted to try everything. I loved sex and couldn't get enough."

"How old were you?"

"I'd shock you."

Not much chance of that, I thought. "Try me."

"Eleven. I was playing doctor with my girlfriends at pajama parties
when I was eleven and by the time I was twelve, I was doing everything
with boys, too. Even men. I loved everything did."

"You must have been very popular with that approach and your looks." I
took about four swallows of my beer.

"Looks?" She snorted. "I was skinny, almost scrawny, and had acne and
wore big, bottle-bottom glasses. But I put out, so I was popular."

"Understandable."

"Not put out to be popular; I put out 'cause I liked it. It happened
to make me popular. Good thing, too, because I was a late bloomer. I
didn't get these beauties -- " She casually cupped, hefted and dropped
her left beauty through her blouse. She saw my stare. "Sorry. Where
was I?"

"'These beauties.'"

"Thanks. They didn't come along till I was almost seventeen. Flat-
as-a-washboard Marge one night when I went to bed, and the next
morning I had gazongas. At least it seemed that way." She stared hard
at me. "Am I starting to sound drunk?"

"A little, but you're still quite lucid."

"Okay." She looked thoughtful. "Oh, so, anyhow -- by then, I was
mostly into women. Which was the point of this entire brief history of
Thyme."

"Excuse me. 'Time'?"

"Thyme. T-h-y-m-e. My maiden name. Kind of a play on words."

"Ha. Ha."

She stuck her tongue out at me briefly. I wondered if she'd done "that
thing" with her tongue. Probably.

"The problem was -- is -- men run out of gas too soon. No offense
meant."

"None taken."

"Just biological fact. And once I get going, I don't want to stop. But
men don't like eating jizz -- straight men, I mean -- so after three
or four quick ones, they'd be catching Zs and I'd be laying there
hotter than Georgia pavement in August and nothing to relieve me
except my fingers. Frustrating."

"Well, to be fair, Marge, women don't like eating jizz, either."

"Oh, that's not always true. I did. I loved it. There were times when
I couldn't get enough of it. Hell -- " She gulped some more scotch and
casually undid another blouse button. " -- there were times when I
wondered if I was living on it. Sometimes I could get off without even
touching myself just swallowing a guy's load, feeling him cumming in
my mouth and -- " She gave a little shiver. "I loved it. Just weird, I
guess."

"Sounds great to me."

She scrunched her eyes and stared hard at me. "Are you getting a
hard-on?"

"Gee, I don't know why I should. I'm sitting her with this gorgeous,
sexy bombshell who's giving me flashes of her tits and talking about
how she'd have an orgasm from sucking men off. I don't know what would
turn me on, do you?"

"Hah! Latent heterosexuality rears its head -- among other things."

"Okay, that does it." I finished my beer and stood. "Thanks for
everything, but I'm going to go home now and jerk off."

"Awwwww -- I've really been a bitch-tease, haven't I?"

"No, but the effect is the same."

"I'll make it up to you. C'mere." She finished her scotch and beckoned
me. 

"You're drunk."

"Yes, but I know what I'm doing. Let me show you what I can do."

"Marge, I don't think this is a good idea and -- "

"Look." she unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way and pulled it
aside, revealing her breasts, the very tits I'd fantasized about.
Everything I'd imagined about them was true, and more. They were firm,
pale hemispheres, ripe and smooth and glowing in the dim light. Her
nipples, though, were those rarities that always turned me on so much.
Instead of aureoles surrounding a spiked nozzle, her entire nipples
were swollen and rounded. They looked to be about the size of
half-walnut shells and bore a few tight crinkles.

"Now c'mere and let me do this; I really want to. Really. Please?"

As I stepped in front of her, she looked up at me. "You're the type to
be really careful, aren't you? Yeah, sure you are."

"I'm clean; I've been tested."

"Oh, goody." She ran her hand over the lump of my cock. "Mmmmm --
pretty good-sized one." She unfastened my jeans and pushed them down
to my knees. My dick bobbed against her chin. She narrowed her eyes.
"Oh, yeah, a really nice one." She kissed my glans and I throbbed. She
ran her hand up between my thighs and cupped my scrotum. "Nice, tight
balls, too. My favorite. Yum!"

I groaned when she took me in her mouth, and again when she started
using her tongue on me. She took me deeper, right to the back of her
throat, then slowly backed my cock out. Still fisting my shaft, she
looked up at me.

"I can't wait to taste your jizz and swallow it. Makes me hot."

"I won't last long this way."

She smiled and I saw a hint of Wendy's smile in hers. "That's okay; no
one ever did. I can suck a guy off from dead soft to drained limp in
under sixty seconds."

"I can last a little longer than that -- "

"Wanna bet? I can suck you off in less than a minute." She had an
oddly challenging smile.

"Sure. What do you bet?"

She licked the underside of my glans and smiled at my shivering
response. "Okay -- if I win, you have to stay the night and do
whatever I tell you to...and nothing else."

"And if I win?"

"What would you like?"

"Exactly the same thing."

"Okay, but I'm not into pain or bathroom stuff."

My dick lost a little rigidity. It was all the response she needed.

She smiled. "It's a deal. And you're going to be my slut for the
night."

I stepped back. "Timer?"

"In the kitchen, next to the stove."

I was hobbled by the pants around my calves, so I stepped out of them.
I got the little egg-timer from the kitchen. I wound the dial to sixty
seconds as I returned. During the interruption, my dick had begun
flagging down.

"I thought that might happen," she grunted. She was turned sideways on
the couch, on her back with her legs up in the air. She was skinning
off her jeans and panties. Her pussy hair matched the mane on her
head, but was trimmed for a very small bikini. And her cunt was quite
wet, gleaming. She turned back and sat on the edge of the couch and
motioned to me. I resumed my position in front of her and handed her
the timer. She took it in her right hand and examined the setting; her
left hand was between her legs, rolling her clitoris. My dick was
already refilling.

"Ready?"

I nodded. She put the timer on the coach and clicked it on. 

"Heh." Then she took my glans into her mouth and tried to suck the
skin off it. Her tongue moved against the slit and I nearly screamed.
She put her fingers on my shaft and started jacking it. The timer
seemed to be ticking awfully slowly.

She began taking me deeper into her mouth, bobbing her head rapidly.
The intense suction never stopped; neither did her tongue. I glanced
at the timer. Barely twenty seconds had passed and I was already close
to cumming. I told myself it was only because I'd fantasized about her
so long (and so often) and because of what she'd told me about getting
off just by sucking a man dry...Ooops. If I wanted to last, I knew I
had to avoid thinking about a 17-year-old Marge panting and moaning in
orgasm as she swallowed and sucked and slurped...

Marge raised herself off the couch as she sucked me to the back of her
throat. She dipped her head forward and kept sucking, then lowered
herself -- but kept pushing her mouth onto my cock. I felt her throat
around my knob. She was seated again but pushing her head up at me and
taking my fat cock deeper and deeper into her throat and mouth. I felt
her swallowing on me. My nuts were quivering. Forty seconds.

She kept going, stretching her mouth wide to get that last, oddly
wider inch of my shaft into her mouth -- and then my ominously jerking
balls were against her chin. I looked down and found her looking right
back up at me, her eyes half-closed with lust, her nose pushed against
my abdomen, her mouth maxed out around my dick. I could see her
amazing nipples, swollen and distended atop her bounteous tits. She
had one hand between her legs, a finger in her cunt and her thumb
moving over her clitoris.

Her other hand came up and reached around my back. She ran her fingers
down the crease of my ass. I know what she planned and clenched my
butt and asshole as she started bobbing her mouth and throat up and
down on my cock an inch at a time. Fifty seconds.

My dick was beginning to swell and my balls were pulled up tight. I
knew I wasn't going to last much longer. But she had an oddly panicked
look on her face and was starting to back off my cock, pulling slowly
back, sucking air through her nose as the timer ticked down. She had
only the glans enveloped in her beautiful mouth when the timer's bell
went off. It rang down for a good fifteen seconds and then stopped.

"I win. Your first assignment is to finish what you started."

She prodded her finger into my ass and wiggled it and I began to cum.
I came very, very hard, pouring my seed into her hungrily sucking
mouth and throat as she started to shake and shudder on her finger.
She swallowed and sucked noisily, moaning softly, and I gave her all I
had, emptying myself into her mouth.

My pulses finally slowed to erratic jerking and she pulled my dick
from her mouth. Smiling, she closed her eyes and swallowed loudly,
then fell back onto the couch. She was panting and her lush tits
heaved. A little cum still slimed her lips. She raised her hands to
her mouth and rubbed her palms in the stuff, then began massaging her
nipples. I could see the wetness of her cunt.

Her eyes opened slowly about halfway and focused on me. I could barely
stand, I'd cum so hard. I let myself slump onto the couch beside her.

"I must be losing my touch," she said softly.

"That may be the best blowjob I've ever had," I admitted. "It was so
good I'm tempted to let you off the hook on our bet."

"And then I'd owe you one. No way. I'm in the mood for this now --
tonight -- and it may be a long time before I feel like it again." She
flashed me a feline smile. "So what's your next instruction?"

I thought about that for a few seconds. "I want you to tell me your
favorite, hottest, wildest fantasy...while I watch you get yourself
off."

"A fantasy -- "

"No -- your favorite. The one you'd never tell anyone."

"I -- " She was silent for a long time, and then she began to blush.
"I don't know if I can."

"We made a deal."

"Well..." The blush deepened and her nipples swelled. "Well, it
started -- "

"No. In your bedroom. Do you use toys when you think about it?"

She nodded.

"I want to watch."

Her nipples were engorged again and the blush had turned into a
crimson flush of arousal. She was getting turned on by this, too.
"Alright, then. Come with me." She stood, still wearing the
unbuttoned, oversized shirt.

"I plan to," I told her. "And often."

CHAPTER ELEVEN (WENDY11.STY)

The shirt came down to her ass, but didn't completely cover it. I
followed the half moons of her ripe buttocks down the hallway to her
bedroom.

She flipped a wall switch and lights came on. The room was decent-
sized and starkly modern. The platform bed extended into the room. The
wall behind it was a custom arrangement of cabinets and shelves in
white Formica. A large mirror was directly behind the bed. The carpet
was plush and pale peach. A small writing desk and chair were in the
opposite corner of the room. I sat in the chair and turned out the
desk lamp. 

"Torn out all the lights except the one next to the mirror." 

She complied quietly, then pulled open a hinged shelf that lay between
the bed and the mirror. With the rest of the room in darkness and the
only illumination from almost directly over her head, she would
quickly become unable to see me seated naked at her desk.

"Pretend you're, alone enjoying yourself. And tell me about this
fantasy you've never told anyone."

"Alright," she said, distinctly. She took a small bottle from the
space behind the bed, then began taking out her toys: a bunch of
expensive looking vibrators -- some of them quite small -- a slender
wand with what looked like an egg at the end of it, a Joni's Butterfly
and some dildos. There were the usual assortment of ordinary looking
rubber cocks and a pair of double dongs, including one that was shaped
like the letter V. And then she hoisted a latex prick that must have
been 18 inches long and easily three or four inches thick. I figured
that was for staring at, because there was no way she could actually
insert it. 

"In a way, it started when I had Wendy. I wanted to experience a
natural childbirth."

She poured some oil from the bottle onto her breasts and began
massaging the oil in her skin. Her hands touched her flesh as if they
belonged to someone else, some gentle and knowing lover.

"It was difficult," she said, "as small as Wendy was, it was still
very difficult and it hurt. But the memory of the pain began to fade
and I was remembering, more and more, the feeling of fullness, of
stretching. And I began to imagine what it would be like to be
stretched that much by a cock."

Her fingers moved in widening circles, over her shoulders and ribs and
belly.

"A dick that would absolutely swell me up and then pull back out. When
it came out, it would give me the same insane pleasure of release as
when Wendy came out -- and when it come back in it would be so big and
hot and hard and I'd have to have my legs pulled way up, almost in
stirrups like in the delivery room, so there'd be room for it inside
me."

Her voice was getting huskier. She had one hand between her thighs
now, and she was touching her cunt and clit, rubbing and buffing.

"Oh, yeah, the biggest, thickest cock ever, and when it came it would
fill me up with cum, just make my belly swell up like a balloon,
there'd be so much cum, and it'd squirt right out of me and there'd be
more."

She groped to the side and found a vibrator. She clicked it on and
moved it down to where her other fingers were busily frigging her clit
and slit. She gasped as it reached her sensitive, engorged labia and
clitoris. Her hips began to move. 

"But no man had a cock that could stretch me and fill me up like that
and I -- I -- I imagine this stallion, a big white stallion, gentle
and powerful and trusting and obedient...oh, yeah, yeah!" 

She groped blindly and her fingers found one of the double-dongs. It
was at least a foot long and looked to be as thick as my resurrecting
cock is at the base, which is a shade over two inches. She spread some
of the oil on it and then put it between her legs.

"OOooooohhh YES!" she yelped as she pushed the knob into her cunt.
>From where I sat, I didn't have the best-lit view in the world, but
her labia were visible strained. She growled as she drove it steadily
deeper into her cunt and then began working it in and out, the
vibrator humming forgotten on the bed between her legs.

"And -- and -- I'd be laying on a low table, with stirrups for my feet
and he nickers and comes o-o-o-OH! comes o-over to me and that
wonderful tongue laaaaaap --- AH!"

She was cumming already, and she wasn't anything like all the way
through her fantasy.

""And then -- and then -- " She rolled to her side and then onto all
fours. The end of the double dong still hung from her cunt. I could
see her magnificent ass flex as she crawled to the side. "And -- and
he -- yeah, he walks up over me --"

I stared, amazed. Her wonderful tits hung beneath her, swaying as she
grabbed the enormous dildo and put the oil on it, greasing up the
business end of it. She couldn't be serious, I thought.

I thought wrong.

She rolled onto her back, holding the monster dick in both hands. I
watched the double dong get pushed out of her cunt. She fit the knob
of the latex monster against her cunt.

"And -- and then I grab his big horse cock and pull it down against --
ag-g-gainst me and I -- I -- "

She pulled her legs up and spread them wider. She used her fingers to
open her cunt more and more, but still couldn't open it enough for the
dildo.

"And I have to open myself up and he's pushing -- he's puuuushing --
and -- and it's -- "

I saw her triceps bulge as she strained and then the dildo began to
enter.

"Ohyesohyesohyes it's going in me -- IN me -- INNNnnnnnn...."

And it was. By grudging fractions of an inch, the dildo was driving
into her cunt. 

"Innnnnnn--uh! And he keeps pushing it and I want it all and he's not
pushing hard enough and help me get it in me, get it in me, help me,
push it in, please, push it in me, horsey, please please please --"

I figured that she wanted some help, and I was more than willing to
supply it. With my dick resurrected, I stood and padded naked across
the carpet to stand at the foot of the bed. I put my palm against the
end of the dildo and pushed a little.

"Yes! Yes! That's it! Fuck me, you big stud stallion horse cock, fuck
me!"

I pushed some more, still careful. That dildo was easily four inches
thick. 

"Ahhhh --- oooohh yes! YES! Fuck me!"

Her legs still open and spread, she had one hand resting on the huge
rubber shaft sliding into her and the other was pinching and pulling
at her nipples. Her tummy was actually swelling as the enormous dildo
penetrated. She had at least nine inches of it inside her and was
straining for more.

"And he's fucking me, deeper and deeper and deeper -- and then he's
pulling back."

I can take a hint. I grabbed the dildo with both hands and began
pulling it back. 

"YES!"

I could see her tummy flattening as it came out. I could also see what
looked like the lining of her vagina clinging to the thing for at
least an inch.

"YES! YES! Fuck me hard, horsey!"

Reverse direction. I pushed it back into her, harder this time, but
still careful.

"And he's going to fuck me and fuck me -- AHHHHH!"

I worked the dildo into her about as deep as I thought it had been
before and then pulled it back, faster this time. She just kept
cumming and screaming as I pumped that horse dick-sized toy into her. 

But then: "Cum! He's cumming in me! Cumming and filling me and I'm
cummingggg! YES!"

Well, I couldn't do too much about that special effect for her
fantasy.

"And it's so hot! Yes! Filling me up until it runs out of me, pints of
cum, gallons of cum! AUUUGGGHH!"

She gripped both tits now, her fingers pulling her wonderful nipples
as if they were made of latex, too. But she kept cumming for what
seemed a long time and finally, panting and sobbing, her arms fell
wide to the sides.

"P-please take it out," she gasped. "P-please..."

Gently, I tugged the immense dong out of her. As the last few inches
were withdrawn, her legs began falling back to the bed as if it had
levered them open. Maybe it had.

When it finally came out, I stared down at her twat. It gaped open. I
probably could have peered all the way to her womb if there'd been
different lighting. Her hips were moving in tense little circles and
her hands went between her legs. She was strumming her clitoris again
and her breathing quickened.

"See? I just can't get enough. I want to keep cumming."

I dropped the slippery dildo on the bed beside her and knelt between
her legs. I bent at the waist and began licking her thighs. She moaned
loudly when my breath hit her clit. Her fingers were moving faster,
more urgently.

I brought my hand up between her legs as my tongue joined her fingers
on her clitoris. She was arching, close to cumming again, when I put
two, then three fingers in her gaping cunt. 

"Yes!" she grunted. 

"Beg for it."

"More! Give me MORE!"

I added a fourth finger, then folded my thumb across my palm and
worked my hand into her cunt. She took it easily and hunched her
crotch toward me.

"Please -- YES!"

I pushed my hand in deeper, until I felt the end of her vagina against
my fingers. I wiggled them and she screamed in pleasure and writhed.
She grabbed my arm with both hands and began fucking herself with it,
pulling me in farther on each stroke, forcing me to stretch her
channel more than I'd have chanced. She kept pounding my hand into her
until she was taking me almost halfway to my elbow.

"Ahh-HUH! Ahh-HUH!" she barked with each thrust, bucking her hips too
hard for the safety of my teeth. I pulled my mouth away from her pubis
and held my arm motionless. Inside her, I was closing my fingers into
a fist. She felt it bulging deep in her belly and growled like a dog.

I began rotating my clenched fist inside of her and she groaned and
shuddered without pause. She raised one leg high and kept the other
one straight out on the bed. I could see her belly ripple from the
movements of my hand inside of her. She took her nipples in her hands
and pulled and twisted them, her head thrown back and her mouth open
in a silent scream.

Then she began rolling onto her side on the bed. I took the uplifted
leg and helped her turn -- and kept turning. She went onto her belly,
that perfect ass hunching and clenching before me while below, her
twat was stretched by the thickness of my hairy forearm moving in and
out of her body.

I put my free hand -- the one that wasn't buried in her cunt -- under
her hip and urged her up onto her hands and knees. Groaning, she
pushed herself back at me. Now I could really work on -- or in -- her
-- and she loved it. With her gorgeous tits hanging down and swaying
with each thrust of my hand in her, she hung her head low and howled
softly as she came. Her pussy was spasming endlessly, and from the way
her ass was convulsing, I suspected that she never really stopped
cumming.

I groped on the bed till I found the still-humming vibrator. With my
clenched fist in her belly, I brought the tip of the vibrator up and
pressed it against her clitoris.

Marge went catatonic: motionless...on the outside. But inside, her
cunt was gripping and sucking at my hand and forearm in powerful,
rhythmic spasms. They went on for a good minute or two, locking my arm
in their muscular grip so all I could do was let her cunt use my hand
and forearm as a dildo. Without a sound or warning, she suddenly went
limp and collapsed on the bed.

Slowly, carefully, I opened my fist inside her and gently extricated
my arm from her cunt. Her pussy my a sucking noise as my hand came
out, all covered with her oils. The room reeked of pussy juice. I
stood and walked around to the head of the bed, kneeling beside her. 

Marge's face was covered with her hair. I brushed it away and found
her eyes open and glassy; she'd gone someplace else in her head for a
while. No matter; I lowered myself over her till my dick brushed her
lips. She opened her mouth and immediately began nursing on my glans.
I was already close to cumming and it only took about ten seconds of
her suction before the cum came oozing out of my cock. She drank it
all down and kept sucking, exactly like a baby. By the time she'd
drained my nuts again, she seemed to revive, as if drinking my jizz
had refreshed her.

"Just wanna keep cumming," she mumbled, licking her lips. "I want more
and more and more..."

"Put on your Butterfly," I said softly.

"Wanna cum and -- huh?"

"Put on your Butterfly," I repeated. "We had a deal and that's what I
want you to do now."

She moved jerkily, without coordination. I handed her the device, with
its silly imitation garter-belt straps. She slipped it on easily
enough, but couldn't seem to make her fingers work properly to adjust
the elastic straps that held the flat rubber triangle containing the
vibrator against her cunt and clitoris. I held the little control box
containing the batteries and the slide switch. I thumbed the switch to
about one quarter intensity. She began wriggling slowly, sinuously,
like a snake. 

"So you fantasize about fucking a horse and having him cum in you."

"Ahhhhh -- yes, yes, yes, the biggest, most filling cock in the world,
just reaming me out and stretching me so deep, making me cum so hard
and long." She panted for a moment, rubbing her thighs together. "I
never told anyone about that before..." She huffed for breath. "Turn
it up higher, please?"

I moved the switch up just a bit. 

"More -- more?"

"You came very hard with that dildo in you and with my fist and arm in
you. You must be very stretched."

She bit her lip for a moment, shivering with what I presumed was a
minor orgasm. "I -- I can open very wide, but I can be very tight,
too. I do exercises -- to move these balls around inside...feels so
good."

"Ben wa balls?"

She nodded. I pushed the switch up just a little bit.

"And -- and -- " Her right hand found one of the tiny vibrators, a
plastic egg-shaped thing maybe three inches long and a half inch in
diameter. "Sometimes we walk around with these in us all day -- "

"We?"

"My lover and I. We just keep them inside by our muscles and every now
and then, one of us will just have to stand still for a moment."

"In public?"

She hesitated. I reduced the vibrations.

"Well...yes. Sometimes."

I restored the switch to about halfway. She groaned and began rubbing
the vibrator over her nipples.

"You love to cum, any way you can, don't you?"

"Oh, yeah...I haven't cum that hard with a man since the first time I
had a really big one in me."

"When was that?"

"Long time ago -- real long time ago."

"When you first started fucking around."

"Yeah, oh, oh -- more, please?"

I barely moved the switch.

"You want me to tell you about it, don't you?"

"Un-huh."

"...okay. Well, my best friend -- even though she was sort of backward
about messing around -- "

"How old were you?"

"Oh, yeah, I was...thirteen? No, my birthday was a week later.
Twelve."

I notched the vibrations up a little more.

"Oooooo -- you like that, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe I should watch you and Wendy -- naaaah, you're too straight and
she could care less about sex."

I thought: Lady, you better get in touch with your kids. 

I said: nothing.

"So, where...Ohhhh, that feels good." She was rubbing her thighs
together again.

"You were almost thirteen."

"Yeah, and I was staying over with my best friend. Her uncle was
visiting. He was younger than her dad and really a hunk. I wanted him
and kept coming on to him whenever I got the chance. So, finally, one
night when I was sleeping over, I sneaked into the guest room and I
had him. He was sitting up in bed, awake, and jerking off, looking at
some skin magazine. He pulled the covers over him as soon as the door
opened, and I told him he could have a real, live girl instead of his
hand. He kind of laughed and told me to get out of there.

"I was kind of embarrassed that I didn't have any tits, so I told him
to turn out the light and he did, and I pulled off my nightgown. There
wasn't really any foreplay. He sat on the edge of the bed and just
kind of rubbed me between my legs and said I was already pretty wet.
Then I heard the sheet rustle and he grabbed me by the hips and kind
of lifted me onto his lap with my legs outside his. It felt like a log
was going up into me. No matter how much went in, it seemed like there
was more and I felt like I was just swelling up with the fullness. I
thought it was going to come out of my throat before it was all the
way in and I started cumming right away, as soon as it was all the way
in me.

"I tried to lift myself up and down over him, with my back to him, but
after I'd cum four or five times, I didn't have the strength. So he
just kind of grabbed my hips tighter and pumped me up and down and I
came all the time. He kept telling me how tight I was and pumped me on
his big dick faster and harder until he came. He came an awful lot and
the thought of how much was going into me just made me cum harder and
harder and --- oooooooo!"

She was getting off again on the memory, so I pushed the switch up to
the three-quarter mark, which was roughly the point to which my
erection had revived.

"How big was he?"

"I -- I -- I didn't even know until the next time he was visiting them
and I sucked him off. He was at least as long as you are, but not as
thick. At the time, though, it seemed like it was a foot long."

I shifted on the bed and she saw my resurrected dick.

"Ooooohh -- wouldn't you like to put that someplace warm?"

"I would, indeed. I've had a vasectomy so -- "

"I had my tubes tied after Wendy."

"I want you on your hands and knees, from behind -- wearing the
Butterfly."

"Yessss...." She tried to coordinate her movements, but the
Butterfly's vibrations were too much for her, and she kept jerking and
shaking. I helped her get up on her hands and knees.

"I...just keep...cumming..." She folded down onto the bed, her arms
pulled up tight and her hands over her magnificent tits, her knees
pulled up to her belly so her fabulous, round, full ass was resting on
her heels. I nuzzled up behind her and let my cock rest on her butt.
She began swaying from side to side, massaging my shaft with the upper
swells of her ass. I reached around her hips and adjusted the
Butterfly so it was resting on her clitoris but no longer covering her
pussy.

I eased back until my dick was pointing at her cunt. She was softly
moaning.

"I hope you can feel me inside you after taking that dildo and my
fist."

I needn't have worried. I nuzzled my glans between her labia and then
sank slowly inside her all the way. Her cunt gripped and held my dick
from base to knob.

"Ahhhh -- feels so nice..." she murmured. 

Having already cum twice with her, I knew I was going to be a while
inside her. I turned up the intensity of the vibrations and her pussy
began spasming on my prick. She grunted in time with the spasms. I was
being treated to the results of all the exercises and games she played
with her lover, and I began to reconsider my staying power.

"Fuck me good and hard," she demanded. 

With my hands gripping her beautifully flared hips, I pulled slowly
back till my dick was almost out of her. She suddenly grabbed my cock
inside her, squeezing just the glans as if she were trying to trap it
inside her.

I rammed back into her, hard. It was pure delight, not only because
she was so wet and hot and soft inside, but because I knew she could
take it and I didn't have to worry about hurting her. I ground my cock
inside her, her ass pressed back against my abdomen, and notched the
Butterfly up to the top.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes," she panted, her pussy convulsing on my dick. 

I began pistoning my dick in her luscious cunt, pumping into her as
hard and fast as I good, shifting angles and occasionally pausing. She
was cumming pretty much nonstop. I moved my hands to her fabulous ass
and began pressing down on it while I came up straighter on my knees. 

"YES!" she shrieked as my dick started rubbing back and forth over her
G spot with every stroke. As if the feel of her wasn't enough, the
sight and sounds and smell of her as she came were all but
intoxicating. I felt the jism rumbling in my balls just as she felt my
dick swell even thicker and harder. "YES!" she yelped again.

I drove myself into her as far as I could and held my dick all the way
up inside her convulsing cunt. We both groaned as the cum lurched into
her pussy, filling it with my heat and immersing my cock in hers. The
spastic clenching of her pussy milked my prick and I came more than
I'd thought I could, given the two earlier drainings. 

The strength poured out of my with the semen. I put my arms around her
and rolled us both onto our sides on the bed, nestled like spoons with
my dick still shriveling inside her continually clutching cunt. I held
her in my arms and brushed the hair from the side of her face. Her
eyes were screwed shut, and I could have announced her continuing
orgasms by the way her face tightened with each one. 

I leaned up and brushed my lips to her ear and she moaned softly and
kept on cumming. I got my hands on her breasts and savored the
fullness of the abundant mounds. I toyed with her wonderful nipples;
she just kept cumming. 

I found the Butterfly's control and gradually notched it lower and
lower until it was off. I pulled my limp dick out of her. She was
still cumming, but much less intensely now.

I knew what she would want next and gently moved into place with my
face between those fine, firm thighs. She renewed her orgasms as soon
as she read my intention. 

That was how it went: I ate her until she couldn't maintain her
orgasms and finally, when she pleaded for it, pulled myself up to her
and held her close. We both slept pretty soundly.

The next morning was a little awkward. I opened my eyes to find her
already awake and staring at me. 

"I'd forgotten how good it can feel to have strong, manly arms around
me in the night," she whispered. She brushed my lips with hers. 

"Any regrets?"

She shook her head. "I don't get these urges often, but when I do --
well, it was a lovely self-indulgence."

"I must say I enjoyed it."

She cracked a smile. "You weren't faking?" She suddenly rolled to the
edge of the bed and stood, all curvaceous and lovely, her hair a
tousled mess, looking like what she was: a woman who'd spent the night
fucking rather wildly. The insides of her thighs and the hair around
her cunt were sticky. "Well, I guess you have a pretty full schedule
today..."

"And how," I lied. I climbed out of the bed. "I better get a rush on."

"Me, too." 

We stared at each other for a moment. 

"Dan, this probably will never happen again."

"I know, Marge. I wish it were otherwise, but..." I shrugged. 

"I think if I ever really got interested in men again, you'd be about
the first one to know. Thank you."

I kissed her forehead. "Thank you for trusting me enough to indulge
us. I'm flattered."

She led me by the hand to the living room, where I stepped into my
jeans and pulled on my shirt and shoes. "I hope we can still be
neighborly and friendly."

"I can take it if you can," she said.

End of Wendy

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