Wendy’s Story (edited)
Introduction:
Wendy told her friend a story, her friend told me. That’s a story that needs to be true!
Ben is a very good friend of mine. We met in scouts when we were younger and became fast friends. As well as all the normal scouting trips, we also would get together during the summers whenever one of our moms was willing to give us a ride across town. Ben went to a private school so weekends and summers were the only times we really had to hang out.
Wendy is Ben’s little sister. Wendy was always the cutest little kid. When I first met her she was maybe six years old, and she was always bubbly and bouncy and cheerful and absolutely adored her big brother… AND his friend. She had a huge crush on me at that time and would always cuddle up to me and call me her “boyfriend”. Any time we were there she wanted to do whatever we were doing, go wherever we were going, play whatever we were playing. In truth, we didn’t really mind. She was never a pain in the ass, just a fun kid who wanted to hang out with her big brother and her “boyfriend”, and she never cried or whined when we told her no.
Most of the time Wendy was a perfect little girly girl. Her bedroom was bathed in pink and purple. Her clothes were frilly and lacy and covered with unicorns and rainbows. At the same time, she was also the perfect little tomboy. Any time Ben and I were in the woods behind their house riding four wheelers, Wendy would be right there in pink shorts and a short top sitting behind one of us holding on for dear life, and screaming her excitement the whole time. She never had any trouble keeping up with us.
As she grew up, Wendy just became cuter and cuter. She has bright blue eyes and a big, ever present, laser smile. By the time she hit high school she stood about five feet tall. Her hair was brown and wavy, down past her shoulders, on the verge of being totally frizzy, but it really worked on her. During the summer, the sun would really bring out the highlights. She was also very petite, but strong and powerful. She still had that naturally bouncy bubbly personality, and all that energy turned Wendy into a very fast and driven athlete. She was on any team where she could run or jump or just explode. Track, field hockey, softball, volleyball… and all that working out showed.
Still, after all those years, I never really saw Wendy as anything more than Ben’s little sister. As we got older Wendy developed her own social life with her own friends and would not be there as often when Ben and I were hanging out. When she was there, well, she could ride the four wheelers by herself now so she didn’t really have to hang on any more. She still adored big brother, but didn’t cling to us like when she was little, and she rarely called me her boyfriend anymore.
Swim Club
One of our other favorite summer activities, besides riding quads, was hanging out at the swim club. Ben’s family didn’t have their own pool, but belonged to a local swim club. During the summer we would spend entire days there with his family. This was a one of those exclusive clubs with the big pool and slides and Jacuzzis, and all sorts of other activities to keep the stray children busy while their parents sipped Margaritas on the deck.
On this particular day, it was already hot as hell by nine o’clock in the morning, and the forecast was that it was only going to get hotter. Ben and I were roaming around like we ruled the place. We were the oldest of the school kids after all. As far as we were concerned, this was our kingdom, and all of the young ladies were ours for the taking, not that we ever took any.
Wendy was also there spending all her time on the water slides with her friend Gracie. Gracie was another club kid and the two of them were very close, especially in the summer. Occasionally Ben and I would stumble into Wendy and Gracie in the pool and the inevitable splash fight/dunking war would ensue. Laughing, screaming, dunking, grabbing… standard swim club fun. Our only plan for that day was to keep out of the heat.
Gracie’s Story
At one point, I found myself just lounging in the water on the side of the pool. I’m not sure where Ben or Wendy were at the time, but the next thing I know here comes Gracie swimming up to me all by herself. Gracie was a beautiful little blonde with clear blue eyes, even in all that chlorine there was never a hint of red. She was short, but had a great body for a freshman, especially when she presented it in a bikini that was definitely a size too small. She was damned nice to look at.
I knew that Gracie had at least a little crush on me. Every time she spoke to me she would be a constant stream of flirty little comments and big bright smiles, and she would laugh at literally anything I said. Today however, something was different. As I look back on it now I would say that, as she swam up to me, the look on her face seemed to be a mixture of awe and pure lust, knowing what she thought she knew at the moment. I didn’t recognize it as that at the time. Then she spoke.
Gracie swam up close in front of me and stopped. She was shoulder deep in the water so I didn’t get to check out that tight little body as I would have liked. She hesitated for a moment, her face turned a deep shade of red, and then she said to me…
“Wendy told me what you did”
I didn’t have the slightest clue what she was talking about. My initial response was total confusion. What I said was,
“She did? What did I do?”
She looked at me, her face still blushing red, and said
“What you did with her, at her house. You know…”
I did not know.
Wendy and I had never done anything at her house other than riding quads in the woods or maybe watching TV or sharing lunch. We certainly had never done anything worthy of a teenaged girl getting this embarrassed over.
I pushed her some more and eventually Gracie told me the most amazing story that I had never been a part of. By the time she finished telling me what, apparently, Wendy had told her, all I could do was float there in the water with my mouth hanging open. I was dumbstruck. I would never have thought that such a story could have come out of our sweet, innocent little Wendy. But I also didn’t think for a moment to doubt it.
I had never looked at Wendy with any kind of romantic or sexual interest at all, she was just Ben’s cute, bubbly little sister. Now I scanned the pool to find her, and when I did my cock shot up like a rocket and aimed itself right at her. Gracie kept talking but I’m not entirely sure of anything she said after that. My mind was watching Wendy, and my penis was already taking control of the thinking.
Somehow, I had to make this story come true. For her.
But mostly, right now, I had to make this story come true for ME. Right now it was the ONLY thing I could think about.
I left Gracie and moved like a shark across the pool stalking Wendy. I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, covering her eyes…
“Guess who?”
It wasn’t much of a game, she knew exactly who it was immediately. She giggled and turned around to face me and when she did I leaned forward and just planted my lips on hers. Not a friendly little kiss. Not a “my big brother’s friend” kind of kiss. This was a full-fledged “damn I wanna fuck you hard” kind of kiss. I pulled away. Wendy stood there in the water, now she was the one with the shocked look. I flashed a big smile, dunked under the water and swam away, leaving her staring after me.
You wanna play?
Ten minutes later we were all sitting around a table for lunch. The only thing I could think of was, how can I get her out of here? Wendy didn’t say a thing about that kiss, but you could tell she was thinking about it. She just sat there staring at me, turning a little red every time I looked at her. I would lock eyes with her and just smile. In the meantime her nipples were making a noticeable effort to rip right through the little bikini she was wearing. Her mother noticed too and told her at least twice to put a shirt on, but she never did get the hint, and that was fine with me.
As I was trying to figure out how I could whisk her away from here and get her all alone, the whole situation sorted itself out for me. Gracie’s mom, who had joined us for lunch, announced that she was going shopping or some such thing and Gracie would be going with her. One down. Then Ben told us that he had some pointless project he was working on with another friend from school, so he would be going to that friend’s house for the rest of the day. It was like the stars aligned perfectly just for me.
That left Wendy and I. Even though it would not have been a problem with their mom, I was not going to hang around their swim club with Ben not there. Trying to think of something really quick, I said that I was going to play softball with some other friends, so I would be leaving too. Wendy’s reaction was perfect. She instantly started whining to her mom that she was going to be here all alone for the rest of the day and no one else was around.
Naturally I offered up a solution, “Do you want to come play softball with me?”
Her face lit up. “Really? Can I? Mom can I?”
Her mom made the obligatory objections of “I don’t know… Your friends won’t mind? Will there be any other girls there? Is it just you and your other guy friends? Will you be okay? Will you be able to get home?” blah blah blah.
I assured her that there would be other girls there and my friends wouldn’t mind. Wendy was a better player than most of them, they’d love to have her on their team. I also assured her that I would be sure to give her a ride home, everything would be fine. Mom had no problem with Wendy hanging out with me. Mom trusted me. Heh heh.
That settled that. Mom was going to stay at the club until their dad met her there for dinner. That gave us well into the evening to… play ball.
Wendy quickly changed into some shorts and cute little pink halter top and met me at the front door. Now that I was actually looking at her, she was an incredibly sexy girl. She was tanned a golden bronze. Her legs were long and perfect. Her ass had such a perfect shape I wanted to just reach right out and grab it. Plus that tummy was showing and it was so tight and muscled, yet soft and tender. I needed to peel my eyes away from her before I had an accident in my shorts right then and there.
We made our way to my car and set off for the afternoon. I thought about taking her to my house where I knew we wouldn’t be interrupted, but her story had taken place in her room, and that’s where it needed to take place now. Wendy thought we were going to play softball so I suggested that we stop by her house to pick up her glove. Of course she thought that made perfect sense. As far as I was concerned, it got us right where I wanted to be.
When we arrived at her house, just as predicted, no one else was home. Wendy quickly got out and ran into the house. I took my time and followed her. When she came running back from her room I was walking in from the living room. She was surprised to see me in the house, she thought I was waiting in the car. She asked me what I was doing.
“You’re not going to change? You really want to play softball in that?” I said, pointing out the halter top she was practically spilling out of. She didn’t have huge breasts but in that outfit, she’d be popping out every two seconds.
She looked at me, then at herself, considering.
Then I added “Besides, I thought you might want to show me your room…”
That was how Gracie’s story had begun. Wendy wanted to show me her room.
For a split second Wendy seemed to realize what I was saying, but then it was gone. She didn’t know that Gracie had talked to me, how could I possibly know about that? She went back to thinking about what she was wearing. As I walked right up close to her with and evil grin, I asked her if she wanted me to help her change. She was surprised by the question and during her momentary confusion, I leaned forward and kissed her right on the mouth. Again.
We kissed for a moment and then I pulled back. She stood there with her mouth open just staring at me, the red slowly filling her cheeks again. I leaned forward again, wrapped my arms around her waist, and pulled her tight to me. Then I kissed her again. This time long and sensual. She relaxed and started to kiss back. My cock was already a fucking redwood in my pants and she HAD to feel it pressing against her tummy, but I didn’t care. I wanted her to feel it. I wanted her to crave it.
Wendy’s Room
When that kiss broke she stood there for a moment looking at me, excitement in her eyes and licking her lips, but still caught totally off guard by what was happening. She started to say something but I quickly interrupted her.
“So Gracie was telling me this story at the pool…” I paused to watch her face.
“She told me… That you told HER…” Wendy’s eyes started to bug out, realizing what Gracie had told me.
“That you had something to show me in your room…” I looked at her with questioning eyes, waiting for her to respond, my arms still wrapped around her waist.
Wendy seemed to panic just a bit wondering if Gracie had told me the whole story. She started to babble on about “That was just something I made up, I never told her… ”, but I didn’t care, and I obviously didn’t mind. She wasn’t getting that yet.
I interrupted her, “Wendy it’s all cool, I don’t mind.” A little peck on the lips.
“I LIKED her story” Her mouth hanging open again. “I want to see what’s in your room…”
We stood there in silence for a moment while all of this raced through her head.
After a short pause of her trying to figure out what to do I asked
“So do you want to show me your room or not?” I asked.
Finally she was getting it. She started saying something about “But what if someone comes home?”
I answered “You’re mom is staying at the swim club drinking with her friends until your dad gets there, Ben is off working on his boring project. Who’s going to come home?” I flashed my naughtiest smile.
“But what about the ball game?” she asked.
“There is no ball game, I made that up. I just wanted to come back here with you”
You could see on her face the moment that she bought into the whole thing. She dropped her softball glove on the table, grabbed my hand and pulled me toward her bedroom.
Wendy’s Story
We got to her room and it was exactly like I had seen it a hundred times before, a pink paradise with lace and frills and stuffed animals everywhere. In the corner was a perfectly girly bed with just about enough room for the two of us. It was covered with a big white comforter with pretty flowers everywhere you looked and a hundred pillows. Everything surrounded by either ribbons and trophies and sporting equipment or stuffed animals. Just as I said, a beautiful mixture of Girly-girl and tomboy.
I said “hmmm… I’ve seen this before, what was it you wanted to show me?”
She flashed her own mischievous grin and this time she initiated the kissing. She was surprisingly good at kissing when she was expecting it. We continued for a few minutes.
I asked “hmmmm… So what happened next?”
She thought for a moment, glanced over at her bed, pulled me over to it, where we sat down on the edge and the kissing continued.
“MORE of this” she said.
We kissed and made out for a while just sitting on the bed. That was good, but not comfortable for the long term.
As I pushed her down on the bed and slid up next to her I asked “Did we maybe lay down and get comfy while we were doing more of that?”
She just nodded her head and agreed. Mmmmm hmmm.
We lay on the bed just making out like that for quite a while. I never even would have thought of kissing her like this before, but now I never wanted to stop. Her lips were magical. But right now I wanted to see how many chapters this story had. So I asked.
“So… what happened next?”
Wendy hesitated for a moment, then said “You started touching me…”
“Oh REALLY?” I said.
I then started touching her. I put my hand on her belly. So soft and smooth and perfect. Yet you could feel the pure muscle underneath. I caressed her tummy while I continued to kiss her mouth and her neck and to nibble on her ears. She began moaning and giggling with every touch. I could feel that she was sensitive to every spot that I touched. My hands started to wander higher and higher. Just as my hands slid up and closed over her breast I asked
“Did I touch you like this?”
Wendy closed her eyes and took in a deep breath as my hands started fondling her breasts. She didn’t really answer me, she just nodded yes with her eyes still closed. I started kissing my way down her neck. Now I was so glad she had chosen to wear that little halter top, as it easily pushed to the side, and without anything else underneath it, my fingers found her hard little nipples. Her breasts were much bigger than I thought. She was at least a solid B cup, and so firm and smooth. I closed my mouth around one nipple and started to suck. Wendy let out a little gasp. I asked…
“Is this what happened next?” and closed my mouth around her other nipple.
She giggled and said “No…”
I stopped and asked “Okay, then what happened next?”
She bit her lip and looked at me then said “You took off your shirt” Again, her eyes bulged with excitement.
I was amused. But this was her story and as long as it kept heading in the right direction I was all hers.
I answered “Oh… okay” and then sat up and stripped my shirt off.
Wendy immediately had her hands all over my shoulders and abs and started kissing me all over. I never had any idea she felt this way about me, or at least about my body, but clearly there was a lot there that she liked.
“Ugh, your abs are so perfect” she said as she rubbed my muscles and started kissing down my belly.
Oh keep going I thought to myself. Keep going keep going keep going… My cock was so hard, and she was only inches away. She started to linger where she was. Time to get this story moving again.
“So then what happened?” I asked.
She thought for a moment, hesitated, and then looked at me and said
“Then you took your pants off too!”
“Really?” I asked. “Are you sure? …Because I think that before I did that, I might want to take something else off”
As I was saying this I reached around her neck and started untying her top. When she realized what I was doing she eagerly reached around her back and undid the bottom. I slid my hand back down her shoulders and over her breasts again, then pulled the top off her and threw it on the floor. Now we were both naked from the waist up. God she was so beautiful. I don’t know how I’d never noticed before.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Or my lips. Or my hands. We lay back down for a while and continued kissing and licking and touching and fondling. I would lick and suck on her, then she would lick and suck on me. Wendy would make little cooing sounds and moans and giggles as I licked and sucked and fondled her breasts. At some point she told me “I’ve always dreamed of this”.
I wish I’d known that sooner!
She was in absolute heaven.
The next chapter!
Eventually I stopped for a moment and propped myself up on one elbow next to her. I looked her in the eyes and said,
“So I took my pants off huh?”
Her eyes lit up just a bit and she nodded yes
I looked at her and said “You realize I’m still wearing my swimsuit right?”
She answered “Yeah”, clearly not realizing that that was ALL I was wearing at this point.
I smiled. Stood up next to the bed, untied my swimsuit, hooked my thumbs under the waistband, and pushed my suit right down and off.
Wendy let out a little screech as my fully erect cock sprung out of my trunks. NOW she realized the implications of only wearing my swimsuit. Her hands went right up to cover her open mouth.
“Oh!” she exclaimed. “I thought you had shorts on!”
“Nope” I said. “Just swimsuit”
I stood there fully naked with my cock pointing right out at her. The grin on her face stretched from ear to ear.
“So what happened next?” I asked.
Wendy didn’t say anything. She pulled herself to the edge of the bed, then reached her hand out and gently touched my cock. I wanted her to just grab on and stuff the whole thing down her throat, but she was tentative and gentle. I took her hand in my own and wrapped it around my cock, then we started to stroke. She caught on fast and took over by herself. Within minutes she was sitting on the edge of the bed and exploring. This had to be the first cock she’d seen up close, or maybe ever. She touched my balls. She stroked my cock. She touched the pre-cum now oozing from the tip.
Seeing her interest I said “Taste it”
She wrinkled her nose at me and just said “ewwww”
I laughed. I wiped my finger across the tip and covered it, then reached up and rubbed it over her lips before she could object. Expecting it to be nasty, she licked it off her lips.
“It doesn’t taste like anything” she said.
“See…” I added. “Nothing to be afraid of. Now lick it”
She looked up at me, hesitated, then leaned down and ran her tongue over the head. I almost exploded. To see this sweet little girl I’d grown up with now licking my cock. Slowly she started to get into it more.
“Put it in your mouth” I told her next.
She closed her eyes, opened her mouth and leaned forward towards my cock. I put my hand on the back of her head and guided just the head between her lips. Again, I was in heaven. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
Holding her head, I started to move my cock in and out of her mouth more and more. She couldn’t really take much, but she didn’t really need to.
“Now suck on it” I said.
And suck she did. From there she seemed to take over naturally. She started to suck, and lick, and stroke with her hands. Ugh, it was so perfect. I tried to hold myself off but I wasn’t going to last long. Should I warn her? Should I pull out? Should I just fill her mouth and apologize later?
“I’m gonna cum” I whispered urgently
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“I mean I’m gonna cum, right in your mouth…” I said “just keep sucking and be ready”
She didn’t even hesitate, she just returned right to sucking as much of me as she could into her mouth. In only moments I could no longer hold back. I shot a huge load of cum right in her mouth just as she was sucking in. It had to go straight down her throat.
That shocked her and she pulled back immediately and stuck her tongue out
“Oh my god!” she exclaimed. “that was…. …eww…”
She was still in the line of fire however and the next shot went right in her face. Some was in her hair. The rest was all over her nose and eyes. The last couple shots went all over her chest.
Poor Wendy was shocked.
“What was that? Ewwww, I swallowed that…”
I told her “That was cum, that’s what you make me do”
She wiped a little bit from her face, wrinkled her nose, and stuck her tongue out to taste it again. Then stuck her whole finger in her mouth and licked it all off.
“That was so awesome!” she screeched at me.
Now I was shocked. She was smiling and laughing, wiping cum from her face and licking it right off her own fingers. I expected her to be disgusted.
Wendy got up and ran into her bathroom to get a towel and wash it off her face and hair. I followed her, watching that beautiful body. Especially covered in cum. She was beautiful.
I asked “So was that in your story?”
She looked at me and answered “That was NOT in my story. I never knew that could even happen”
So I had to ask, even though I already knew. “So what DID happen next then? What did you tell Gracie?”
And THEN…?
Suddenly Wendy got shy again. She thought for a moment but then smiled. She was nervous, maybe even embarrassed a little, but I was standing naked in front of her as she wiped cum from her body and face. She realized that, she had come this far, now was her chance. She pulled up close to me, wrapped an arm around my neck and pulled me down to her level, then whispered in my ear…
“I told her we had sex” and then looked at me as if expecting me to be shocked, or angry.
I stood back upright, looked at her for a moment and asked
“Is that what you want?”
She smiled and nodded her head yes.
“Is that what you wanted to show me in your room?”
Again, she bit her lower lip and nodded yes.
I stood looking at her for a moment ready to just throw her on the bed and pound the living hell out of her. Instead I slid my hands down her side until my hands reached her shorts. I started to unbutton them, and said
“We’re going to need to lose these” I said.
She dropped the towel on the floor and in seconds her shorts were slowly sliding down her legs revealing a pair of tiny, silky red panties. So daring! You go Wendy! She kicked her pants away and then started pushing the little red panties off as well.
I thought she looked beautiful before. Now I was totally knocked out. I twirled my fingers to have her spin around for me. She smiled and twirled. Her entire body was a perfect golden bronze, except her ass, which was a stark white. The contrast only accentuated how perfect her little ass was. I couldn’t stop staring at it. The tan lines on her chest were not as pronounced, she must unstrap her top whenever she can, but clearly that sweet ass had never seen the sunshine. Her pussy was neatly trimmed but that was probably for bikini season, not for me especially. My cock was already rising once again.
I stepped past her into the bathroom and grabbed a big bath towel. Then I walked her over to her bed, where I pulled the covers down and off, and spread the towel out over the sheets. She asked me why and I told her we didn’t want to make a mess on her sheets. She nodded, thinking she understood. She would by the end of the day.
I sat her down on the edge of the bed, the leaned over and started kissing her again.
I asked her “So how did we do this?”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
I answered “Well were you on top? Were you on bottom? Did we do it in the shower? Did we do it doggie style? Did I bend you over the dresser?” As I said this I was moving closer to her, pushing her legs apart and stepping right in between.
“Oh my god!” she exclaimed. “You’re so bad! … We just did it regular I guess” she said.
I assumed that “regular” just meant plain old missionary, how boring. She clearly didn’t know as much about sex as she wanted her friend to believe. I thought, let’s try something different.
By this time, without her even realizing, I was right between her spread legs. My cock brushing up on her pubes. I looked her in the eyes, then I looked down lower. I reached down and ran my fingers between her legs, tracing her lips and feeling how wet she already was. She took in a deep breath as my fingers touched her. For a short while I explored her pussy. She was so wet and absolutely on fire. Every touch drew a moan or a yelp or a sharp breath.
I reached behind her and pulled her right up to the edge of the bed then I reached down and took my now painfully erect cock in hand and rubbed it right up against her lips. That drew in the longest breath yet. With my other hand, I pulled her lips open and put myself right into her entrance, then looked her questioningly in the eyes. Wendy closed her eyes, took in and held a deep breath, and just nodded her head yes. Then I started to push.
As I pushed forward, I looked down and watched the head of my cock slowly penetrate her body. I knew I was the first to do so. It disappeared between her lips until the head was fully inside her. Her pussy was so tight it was hard to enter, even as wet as she was.
As I entered her, Wendy let out a little yelp and tried to pull back. Her entire body from her tummy down tensed up and tried to prevent this intrusion, but I pushed until the head was fully inside her and then stopped. After a moment she relaxed and seemed to just take in this new feeling. I gave her a moment.
I wrapped her arms around my neck, then wrapped my own arms around her hips, and started to push myself into her further. Immediately there was resistance. I had to be more forceful. I held her hips tight and pushed harder, after just a moment that resistance gave way and I pushed into her further. As I did, Wendy let out another scream and tried to pull back, up and off of me, but I held her fast until my cock was about three quarters inside her and she would take no more. Her breathing was fast, with little moans on every breath.
Again I slowed for a moment. She slowly acclimated to what was inside her. She was making one long low continuous moan at this point. It was so sexy. I pulled back a little, and then pushed back into her. Then again, and again. Now she was taking it better. Still the little grunts with every push, but I wasn’t thrusting, just giving her a long slow rhythm to get used to. She was so tight the feeling was incredible, I didn’t need to go any faster. In no time at all we had a sweet little rhythm going. Her little grunts and moans turned into “oh my god, oh my god”
I pulled out and paused for a moment. Wendy relaxed for that moment and looked at me as if to ask “Is that it? Are we done?” I pushed her back on the bed and climbed on with her. She invited me between her legs just as before and I entered her once again. This time, after we got our rhythm going once again, I started to push deeper. The first time I pushed all the way into her was incredible. I pushed in, and once I got as deep as I had been so far, I slowed, and pushed the rest all the way into her. Once again her eyes widened, she drew in a deep deep breath and let out an actual scream. Her whole body tensed up again for just a moment and held me inside her.
Then I started to really thrust into her. I did this for a surprisingly long time, having already cum in her mouth earlier. It was unbelievable how tight she was. I was lying on top of her as we moved together in rhythm. With every thrust I pushed myself as deep into her as I could. Finally I pushed myself up on my hands and watched her face as I pumped into her harder and faster. I could hold myself back no longer. I pushed once as deep into her as I could and just let go. One long full blast of cum all the way up inside her. I couldn’t stop myself, and I didn’t want to. On the next stroke I pulled out and once again shot my remaining load all over her belly and tits. Then I collapsed on top of her.
Is that how your story went?
I lay there on top of her for a moment or two, the cum between us holding us together like glue, like we were now one connected person. It felt amazing. Finally I rolled off of her and we lay next to each other just breathing. Wendy wasn’t saying anything. She just lay there breathing heavily with her eyes closed.
I rolled over next to her, reached my hand over her tummy and cuddled her up close to me.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
All I heard was “mmmmmm hmmmmmmm…”
She smiled, then opened her eyes and said “I can’t believe that actually just happened…”
We lay there for a few more minutes with her just moaning dreamily. My hands were tracing over her body. I was still mesmerized by this beautiful young woman who, up until this very day, had only ever been “my friend’s cute little sister”
She turned, wrapped her arms around me and hugged me hard.
“OH MY GOD I JUST HAD SEX!” she yelled at me. “with YOU!!” she added.
“I can’t believe you took my virginity!!! … ”
I looked at her and asked “Is that how it went in your story?”
Wendy shook her head and said “Ohhhh no. I never could have imagined it would be like that. What I told Gracie was boring”
I answered “You should thank her for telling me about it. I think she was hoping I’d do it to her too”
(And looking back, I really do think that)
Again “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…”
I just smiled at her. We lay like that for some time.
After a while, Wendy turned to me and said “You know, I’ve wanted you to be my first ever since I learned about sex”
I was surprised by that. I said “Really?”
She answered “I’ve been in love with you since I was about eight, but I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since I first learned to play with myself”
Whoa. I didn’t even know what to say to that! In love with me? Play with yourself?
Fortunately she realized the love part was just a silly little crush, but she still wanted me in her bed.
Put THIS in your next story
For a while with she continued on, telling me about how she learned to masturbate, and then imagining that it was me touching her.
“Oh my god I want Zane to touch me like that?!” she said.
Ever since then she had wanted me to touch her like that.
I was really shocked to hear her confessing all of this to me, but then I was shocked by everything about this day. I knew she was always a ball of energy, but who knew she was a ball of sexual energy. As she said that, I reached down and started touching her that way. Her moans started again with every touch. Long, low, completely satisfied moans. “ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
Wendy was so sensitive to every little touch at this point that anything made her moan or move. Soon we were exploring each other again and my fingers were between her legs making her scream. I slid down between her legs and proceeded to lick, tease and tongue her pussy for what seemed like hours. Her taste was sweet and perfect. When my tongue touched her pussy for the first time she screamed. When I finally gave her clit its due attention she bucked her hips into my face until she came to a screaming orgasm, her first. Even at her own hands she had never made it all the way, or so she said. When she came it was so loud and long I swear the neighbors must have heard her.
As Wendy lay there trying to recover from that orgasm, I was now completely hard and wanted to be inside her again. She couldn’t help but notice, so she reached over and wrapped her hand around my cock. She rolled up next to me and started to stroke it as before. She leaned over to take me in her mouth again but I shook my head no, took her hand and pulled her up on top of me.
I said “Uh uh. Time to try something different, for your next story”
I pulled her up high across my belly, then I reached my hand down between us. She lifted her hips up as I reached under her. I took my cock in hand and placed it right beneath her hole. She quickly understood, and slowly lowered herself onto me. I was perfectly satisfied to let her go at her own pace this time.
She started slow, taking only about half of me into her before pulling back up. Never off, but up. After a long time of slowly stroking in and out, she was getting tired of holding herself up and just slowly lowered herself all the way down, taking my entire shaft inside her. I could feel her entire body tighten again the deeper it went. She sat on top of me like that for a moment, my cock buried all the way inside her. Her whole body tensed. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, holding her breath, her pussy was spasming as if it was trying to pull me in deeper. Although she tried, she couldn’t even make a sound. I however was now the one letting out the same long moans that she had been.
“ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
Her body finally relaxed and she lay down on top of me, my cock still buried deep inside her. The change of position pulled me back out a bit, just enough that she finally let out a breath. I grabbed onto her hips and we started a rhythm of our bodies rocking back and forth, pumping into her like a piston. This she was getting really into. This time it was Wendy who started pushing and thrusting back onto me faster and harder. She started to drive her hips hard onto my cock, taking as much as she could handle. I however couldn’t hold on any longer. I grabbed her hips tight. I let out a long loud groan, and I thrust myself as deep insider as I could. Once I did, I just started screaming and shooting everything I had inside her. Wendy put her hands on my shoulders, pushing herself up, pushing me down into the bed, and her pussy down onto my cock, hard. Her tits jiggling in my face just made me cum harder. I just continued to shoot my load inside her.
This time it was Wendy who collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her and held her there. It was such a beautiful feeling having her lying naked on top of me, my cock still inside her, her pussy full of my seed.
Both of us were speechless, and completely spent, at that moment. Wendy rolled over and lay next to me, naked, just breathing long deep breaths. I lay there looking at her, running my fingers lightly over her soft bronzed skin. All I could say was, “wow”
Wendy replied “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”
Come with me next time!
We rested like that, naked, uncovered, and cuddled together for at least another half hour. Every once in a while one of us would lightly run our hands over the others body. I could have just stared at her like that for hours. I could have fucked her again and again for the rest of the night. I could not believe how this day had played out.
When we could finally move again, we realized we were starving. It was getting toward dinner time and we had been at it all afternoon. We got up, cleaned up, and decided to go get something to eat. Wendy understood now why I had put that towel there, it was a mess of sweat and semen and bodily fluids. We took that with us, she threw the covers back over her bed and we headed to our favorite burger joint. I would wash that towel at my house and say she forgot it in my car.
In the car, and at the burger joint, and as we drove for the rest of the evening, Wendy would look at me and whisper “Oh my god I actually had sex with you!” or “I can’t believe I’m not a virgin anymore” or just “thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!” and then a big kiss on the cheek. She was very happy.
When we finally got to her house, her mom asked how our game was. Wendy responded…
“It was so awesome! I scored! TWICE!” The she threw her arms around me and planted a big kiss on my cheek.
“Thank you so much for taking me” she said. I almost choked!
With that, she took her gear and bounded off to her room to put it all away.
Her mom said “That’s great honey! Good for you!”
Then mom turned to me and said “Thank you so much Zane for letting her come with you.”… Oh my god… “She would have been so bored at the pool. You know I think she still has a little crush on you” Yeah, it may have gotten a little bigger today.
I answered “Oh that’s okay Mrs. B. You know I love Wendy, I hope she can come with me next time too!”
