Wendy Bends Over
I saw it first when I was little, but I wasn't able to do anything except
wonder about it.  Then it was only a dream of mine until I went to
college.
The boys went skinny dipping, and I got dragged along because my brother
was baby-sitting me, even though I was already twelve.  So he had a
driver's license, big deal.  They told me to stay in the car, but I snuck
out to watch them.  You couldn't see much from above, on the bluff, but I
saw them when they used the rope swing.  It wasn't too impressive.  I was
back in the hot car, parked in the dusty corn patch, when they returned.
Looking out of the streaked, back-seat window, I saw them walking back,
naked and wet, and carrying their clothes.  One of them, Brad, was really
close and I couldn't believe my eyes.
"Shit!"  My brother yelled when he saw me.  "Get your clothes on!  I
forgot about her."
The others just laughed, but they got dressed in the corn stalks anyway,
where I couldn't see them.  I pretended I wasn't interested and slumped
down in the seat.  Over the years I would remember that day.  It always
made my breath come shorter, my heart pound, and my legs tingle with
nervousness.  After I was older, and had filled out, I realized the boys
felt the same way when they were with me.  All of them wanted to play with
my titties, and I let a few of them.  In my senior year I got laid with
one guy who transferred into our school from out-of-state, but he got
kicked out before the end of the year because of fighting and I stopped
seeing him.
He left me with a reputation as a "naughty" girl, but I was really just
playful, even though I had learned to talk-back to the teachers.  That all
changed when I got to college.  I stopped acting up in class, and our play
was much more serious, but in the early days it was still just mostly fun.
During the first weeks when we were pledging our sororities, we spent a
lot of time on fraternity row.  There were new people, but I knew a lot of
the kids from high school, and my brother was still going there too.
That's why we ended up at his frat house at the end of one evening,
because it felt safe and we were getting worn out from all the chasing
going on.
I was sitting on this big, puffy couch, kind of collecting my wits and
letting the alcohol disperse.  Julie, who was next to me, had succumbed to
the advances of some stud, and she was passionately kissing him.  She was
all over him, and she kept kicking me as she threw her feet up on the
couch while trying to climb on top of him.  I sat there with my arms
crossed, and ignored the attention from the drunken frat-boys.  My dress
showed off my cleavage, but I didn't want the attention to stop.  I just
wanted their compliments, then I wanted them to go away.
I was slowly turning my head back and forth, enjoying the way my hair slid
over my breasts.  My summer dress felt very sleek on my young body, but
the evening was cooling down.  When I looked up, I was staring right into
some guy's crotch, and I heard a familiar voice say, 'Hello'.  Uncrossing
my arms, I looked up at Brad, who was holding a drink and smiling at me in
a drunken, but pleasant, way.  Maybe when the guy is that good looking, it
doesn't matter what kind of stupid expression is on their face.
I must have looked like a little girl, with my own mouth hanging open in
surprise.  At least when the cool air hit my breasts the nipples swelled
out in a way which was not at all immature.
"What are you doing here Wendy?"  He asked.
"Nothing."  I said.  Then I told myself I was stupid, even as I sat there
without anything to say.
He only looked at me.  Then he offered his free hand and I took it.  He
lifted me to my feet, giving the whole couch to Julie and her guy.  They
thanked us by moaning a little louder into each others' mouths.  I
shivered, once, uncontrollably, and he put his arm around me.
"Cold?"  He asked.
All I could do was nod my head.  I tried to keep from shaking, but I was
only partially successful, and he kept his arm around me as he walked me
through the party.  It felt good.  We walked by my brother, who was
arguing about some stupid sports thing with his friends.  I enjoyed just
standing there.  Brad didn't say anything, and when my brother called on
him to help defend his theory, Brad just walked us away.  We went to the
keg and he drew me a glass of beer.  I drank it quickly, and left it on
the bannister as Brad led me upstairs.
It was warmer in his room, away from the noise, and I relaxed enough to
begin thinking about what I was doing.  Brad was standing behind me,
wanting to kiss me, but I couldn't do it yet.  His bed was in front of us,
wide and low to the ground, and I was drawn to that.  I flopped onto it
like a child, and rolled around like a young horse on a Spring day.  It
felt really soft, and I had an urge to gather up the covers and hide
myself in them.  But the beer I just drank was adding to a hotter fire
that didn' t want covers.  Brad was looking at me as if he might have made
a mistake, and so I gathered my thick hair in my fingers behind my head
and stretched out seductively in front of him, turning my chin down and
looking up through my eyelashes.
He smiled, then, and took off his shirt.  I didn't object.  I didn't say
anything as he lay down beside me and looked me over from head to toe.  I
was so nervous, hoping he would like what he saw.
"Little Wendy."  He said, and then he kissed me.
Well, the fireworks went off right then, but they also made me relax.  I
had a sudden desire to go to sleep and dream the night away.  I lay there
and he kissed me again.  I never wanted him to stop, but I couldn't tell
him to go further.  I rolled away f rom him, onto my belly, where I could
bury my face in his pillows.  I smiled as big a smile as I knew how.  He
straddled my legs and sat on my ass, proceeding to give me a delicious
massage. I finally found my voice and moaned that it felt good.
Everything was blackness where I opened my eyes, but the hands on my body
were very real.  He stroked my sides next to where my boobs bulged out,
and I could tell he was anxious to touch them by the way his hands kind of
faltered in their platonic role.  I raised myself on my forearms, allowing
him access to my mammaries.  He held them in the palms of his hands,
hefting them to measure their weight against what he could only imagine by
seeing them bounce around.  I knew he was impressed.  There was no way a
man could touch my tits and not think I hadn't grown up.
His hands ran down to my feet, but stayed there only momentarily.  They
crawled back up along my legs, under my dress, and then he was kneading my
buttocks.  I shrugged my shoulder straps off, and lay back into the
pillows as I reached around and undid my bra.  The bed rocked with his
shifting weight as he stood up, and I was pretty sure I knew what he was
doing.  That old feeling began to build.  My legs tingled, my stomach was
tied in knots, and I could hardly breathe for the pounding in my chest.  I
c ould feel him kneel over me, but my back was still turned.  I told
myself 'You've got to turn over.'
I looked over my shoulder.  'Ho boy,' I said to myself.  Then I rolled
over, between his legs, and the penis I had seen as a little girl was
standing there in front of me.  It's not that it was horrorfyingly huge,
its just that it was big.  Really Big, is how I described it to Julie the
next day.  And it was so perfect, equally enlarged in length and width,
with a perfect head and beautiful color.  I reached out and lightly
touched the shaft as he watched me.
"It's beautiful."  I had to admit.
He pulled my dress up, and I shimied to get it out from under my back so
he could pull it over my head.  My bra went with it, and he bent down to
worship again at my breasts.  I couldn't take my eyes off his member as it
wagged around in the air.  He came forward on his knees, tucking them into
my armpits.  I stroked his thighs as he took himself in hand and pointed
his tool at my mouth.
I was gaping at him, like I had when he first saw me.  Then, when my dry
mouth had something to say, my speech was muffled by the meaty head that
filled it.  My moans were enough, however, and as my lips closed over the
helmuted ridge, he let go and it sprang up, firm against the roof of my
mouth.  I couldn't believe I was sucking him, but I wasn't going to let
this thing get away just because I had never done this before.  I grabbed
it in my hand, and every sensation was new and brilliant.  My grip was
particularly sensitive to his size, and I held him desperately for fear
that I was inadequate.  I wanted each of those moments to last forever,
and I'll never forget looking cross-eyed down that shaft at my small,
white hand.
He let me play with it like that for a long time.  Then he shuffled back
on his knees and lay down so I could further explore his tower of flesh.
Although I loved kissing it, I couldn't hold myself back.  So, holding him
tightly with both hands I raised myself on my knees and impaled myself.  I
almost passed out, with that thing deep inside me, but he supported me by
grabbing my boobs as I fell forward.  Thank goodness he didn't thrust up
at me.  Even when my clitoris got excited, all I could manage was very
slow and careful journeys up and down that pike.
I thought I would like to kiss it again, so I began to pull myself off.
But when the head began to balloon my outer lips I couldn't resist another
luxurious descent, feeling him sliding smoothly over, through and into my
sex.  I even threw caution to the wind and tried to go faster.  He had his
eyes closed and was obviously enjoying himself as I went wild and rocked
my hips back and forth, gritting my teeth as his bolt churned tightly in
the socket of my pussy.  When I withdrew, he opened his eyes and tried to
pull at my titties to bring me back.
I lay back, pulling him by that long leash, and opened my mouth again to
let him know what I wanted.  This time I didn't stare slack-jawed, I
looked at him with my best come-hither glance, looking like a bimbo, and
licking my teeth to show him how hungry I was.  I pressed my boobs
together, and he dragged that cock up along my tummy, into the valley of
my cleavage, finally inserting the penis into my mouth again.  I closed my
eyes to concentrate on every inch and he went deeper and deeper.
It choked me, and I spasmed around him.  My eyes opened in wild panic, and
he began to withdraw.  But I shook my head and hummed "no", and grabbed
his butt to pull him closer.  He resisted me!  Then he relented, I closed
my eyes again, and I took it most of the way.  I was breathing hard
through my nose, which couldn't flare open wide enough to give me the
oxygen I needed.  My arms were weak and they slid off his ass.

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  He pulled
back.  I let the head slide over my lips, and panted with heated, horny
exertion.
He reached behind my head and held me gently.  I licked my lips again, to
show him I was ready, and he leaned forward and sank into my face.  Even
while the tears came out of my tightly shut eyes he went deeper until I
could feel his pubic hair tickling m y chin.  I had it all.  It felt like
I was swallowing him whole as my throat rippled along his entire, invading
length.  He pulled out, and I was reluctant to have him go, even though my
body screamed for relief.  I noticed my hands were buried deep in my cunt,
and my thighs were pressed tightly together in anticipation of orgasm.
His penis throbbed in front of my face and I licked it, expecting at any
moment for it to gush forth.
"You're incredible."  He whispered.
"So are you."  I told him, still licking at his swollen head as it jerked
and twitched with pleasure.
"I can't believe you took it all."  He praised me.
"I can't believe you're so big."  I told him honestly.
"Do you like it?"  He asked.
"MMMMmmmmmMMMMMMM, yes."  I said, rubbing his rubbery tip all over my lips.
"I didn't know you were so experienced."  He said.
I stopped.  "I'm not, really."  I pleaded.  I looked at him with baby-like
eyes.  He had to believe me.  "It's just that I've thought about you ever
since I saw you skinny dipping when I was twelve."
"Me too."  He said.  He took his hand and placed it over mine.  Together
we guided his missile over the contours of my face, down along my cheeck
and into my hair.  He placed it between my breasts and I made a tunnel for
him to rest in.  He poked it into my belly and I trembled.  Sliding it up
and down my slit, he drove me wild.  I cried and cried, and begged him to
fuck me.  When he sank into me, all I could do was lay there, my weak legs
feebly trying to hold him from going too fast.
"Do you want to really feel it?"  He asked into my ear.
"Oh God, I feel it already."  I moaned.
"Do you want to feel it in a way that makes it feel really big?"  He asked
like a little boy wanting to show off a new toy.
"Huh?"
"Have you ever had it up the ass?"
"OH!"
"No?"
"Uh, yeah.  Back there?  Yeah."  I lied.
"It feels really big, huh?"
"Ummmmm, it's okay."
"Yeah, let's do it like that."
He rolled me over and that fear was back in my belly like a pit of
darkness.  I was soaking wet in both my cracks by this time and he parted
the moons guarding my nether hole with ease.  When he lay down on me, I
felt his entire length along that seam, ha rd and reaching up as far as
the small of my back.  He inched back to center on his target, and I bit
into one of his pillows and screamed.  The bulbous head pressed into my
flesh and deflowered me.  Through the pain, I begged my mind to remember
how good this had felt when my lips had locked around that spearhead, but
I knew I couldn't take the length of that shaft whose tip had just pierced
my bottom.
"Don't!"  Stop!"  I managed to say.  "It hurts!"
"OOOWWwwww, OUCH, CH, CH, OUCH!  Don't!  I never, I mean, I'm not used to
this OOOOhhHHHH OOHh!!!"  My little body felt like it was being divided in
two.
"You never have?"  He stopped, and some of the pain subsided.
"Oh, Oh, Oh, I'm sorry.  I haven't."  I admitted, and I started crying.
He pulled out and administered to my needs.  His hands felt good on my
tortured behind, but I was afraid to tell him I was still excited.  He
managed to calm me down, and he held me for a long time.  I fell asleep in
his arms.
I woke with what, I suppose a boy would call, a "raging hard-on".  I
desperately needed to have an orgasm.  I was still kind of buzzed, so it
must have been really early.  I snuck a robe out of Brad's closet and
tiptoed down the hall to the bathroom.  Thinking about the night before
did something to my insides, and I had this tremendous poop.  It came out
slow, and hard, the same way Brad had been pushing into me from behind.
It was just about as big too, and I couldn't help thinking about it as a
"dick"  even as it fell out and into the toilet.
Voiding my bowels made me all weak inside, contributing to my shaking,
sex-starved hangover. I made it back to his room through the dark and
quiet hallway.  The sun was just coming up, and an early ray of light was
caressing his naked form as he lay tangled in the sheets.  At that moment,
I intended to have him in every way possible.  I undid the belt to the
robe and crawled up on the bed.  I pulled away the covers and marvelled at
his beautiful penis.  It wasn't "angry" anymore, and its soft, floppy look
was very inviting.  I took him in my mouth, thankful that I could get him
all in without having to choke on it.  He woke up gradually, the same way
that his penis became tumescent with my blow job.
"Hungry for breakfast?"  He asked groggily.
I held on as long as I could, but he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and
his penis throbbed into full height.  I bounced my head up and down, and
jacked at his shaft with my hand.  Tucking the hair behind my ear, I
looked up at him with a smile made sexy by the sex-meat that I was smiling
around.  I continued to jack him off, but I put him between my tits and
used his hardness to bat the heavy globes back and forth.
"I'm hungry in a different way."  I told him in a deep and throaty voice.
"I'm hungry in a naughty way."
"A naughty way?"
"A naughty, naughty way."
"The kind of way that would get you a spanking from your older brother's
friend?"
"I think I need more than a spanking."  I said.
"Oh?"
I stopped what I was doing and looked him in the eye.
"I want you to sodomize me."
He didn't say anything.  Together we built the pillows into a throne, and
I laid my princess-pure hips on top of them.  I bent my head into the
cool, white sheets, and he took his place behind me.
He told me to relax, but I couldn't.  Then he began licking me back there,
and everywhere, and I loved it.  I was just about ready to ask him to make
me cum, when he stopped.  He leaned over me and I felt that pole pressing
against the flank of my rear end.  He began stroking my sides again, and
teasing my titties.  The nipples were already hard, and I wished I had
taken the time to have him suck those, but he pinched them in a way that
made me feel good.  My breasts filled up his palms, and he grabbed at
their overflowing largeness with his fingers.  It felt *really* good.
All the while, the penis was back there touching me, poking me, rubbing
against me.  My hips began to move of their own accord gyrating to feel
his hardness slide across me.  He ran it up and down the length of my
crack, and it slid down into my vagina where I drooled all over it.  I was
so embarassed that my body wanted this, but he didn't seem to mind.  I
closed my eyes.  The time had come. He pressed the spongy head against my
nether hole and forced it in.  I gave a cry, a little cry, as my sphincter
popped open and then closed down around his shaft.  The head swelled
larger inside me and I told myself, "Relax, relax, relax."
"Are you okay?"  He asked.
"Don't stop."  I managed to say, although my teeth were chattering.
He pressed his fingers into the soft flesh of my quacking rear end and
rubbed the shivers out of me.  When my trembling flanks had calmed down,
he pushed the robe further up my naked back.  He reached between my legs
and held me where it counted.  I noticed the pain in my rear was only a
dull throb.
"You know I wanted to rape your ass last night."  He told me as he began
to stoke my fire with the power of his flesh.
"UUUgggghhhhh!"  I replied.
"Little, white, virgin ass."  He said, as he inserted himself.
OH! Ugnnh! Oh, Oh, Oh."  I mumbled incoherently.
"I would have tied you up to do it."
"OH YESSS!"  I finally managed.  He was going deeper.
The robe's belt slid out of its loopholes.  I could feel him pulling it
free.  My ass ached in pleasure and pain.  He wrapped it around my naked
waist and pulled it tight across my behind.
"I would have tied you up so you didn't split in two."
"Thank you.  Thank you."  I panted.
"Frank's little sister Wendy.
"Taking it up the ass."  He punctuated each of his sentences by feeding me a
little more shank up my shithole.
"OH!  BUT!  UNNGGHH!  YOU'VE, Ungh, GOT TO, Ungh Uggh, TEACH, "Ungh, ME,
Ungh, WHAT HAPPENS, Ungh, Ungh, Ungh, TO," I was trying to talk back to
him, but his tremendous presence was driving all sense out of me.
"What a naughty girl"
"UNNNNnnnhgghghhHH, OH, OH, Oh, WHAT HAPPENS, Ungh to,"
"A very naughty girl.  A very beautiful, very naughty, girl.  I always
thought so."
"What happens to NAUGHTY, NAUGHTY, NAUGHTY GIIRLS!!"  I yelled the last
words as a ton of flesh passed through my tender portals.
He worked in the last inches.  I had collapsed into an inert and silent
pile, experiencing the last bits of penetration with utter concentration.
I knew he was in when I felt his hands roaming again across the flesh of
my bosom.
"OH!  This is unbelievable."  I told him as he leaned close to lick my
ear.  "You do feel big back there.  HUGE!."
"I am big."  He told me.
I didn't think I could cum with just a dick in my ass.  I had always
thought the stories were made up, and that the women pretended to like it.
I suddenly had a vision of myself as a maid for Brad, wearing a tight
little maid's outfit, and being up-ended all over the house as I tried to
get my work done: up-ended over the coffee table while I was dusting,
butt-fucked in the dining room as I polished the silver, taking it in the
ass while I tried to make the beds.
The reality of the situation, 'Hot, young college babe sacrifices virgin
ass to older brother's friend who knew her when she was twelve', came home
to me as Brad gripped my hips and thrust himself against my backside.  I
held him in the most intimate way possible, and was tenderly aware of
every inch of him.  His penis swelled larger than even my imagination
could cope with, and it felt like it was going right through me into my
cunt.
"I'm cumming."  I stated simply, almost dispassionately, as a fevered
cloud went through my mind and my tortured behind began to shake.  It was
like nothing I had experienced before, and my whole insides felt like they
were dissolving.  There was no specific center of pleasure, but my flesh
hummed like an electrified wire wrapped around his huge magnet.
"Me too."  Brad said, and I felt his pumping sperm ejaculate into me.  I
continued to cum, and cum, cumming longer than I ever dreamed possible as
he exited slowly, hosing me down and drawing every ounce of pleasure from
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