Date: Thu, 02 Jun 2016 16:44:51 -0400
From: Full Name <pinkpumps1@excite.com>
Subject: TS "The Voices In Wendy's Head"

Hello again. This is my longest submission to date, and the fuck scene
doesn't start until the very end. But there's plenty of sexy dressing by
our Wendy girl, and a lot of stroke-worthy dialog, I think. I hope you find
it hot enough to stick around until the end. If you do, you won't be
disappointed.

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The Voices In Wendy's Head
By Pink Pumps

Chapter 1

Fifteen-year-old Wendy was very tall for her age – 5'8" and growing –
and very blond. Crystal blue eyes. Her Scandinavian roots, and
all. One-fifteen-pounds. Sparkling white teeth and soft, smooth skin. A
true stunner.

She was on a mission this beautiful, crisp fall morning. The leaves were
turning, but while Wendy really enjoyed the sights of fall and the cool
breeze that lightly teased her under her skirt, by tonight she wouldn't
give a shit if it was one-hundred-degrees outside or if a foot of snow was
on the ground.

Wendy was dressed to attract her targets, and she was able to do it in such
a way that was sexy, but not slutty. Some girls can pull that off. Wendy
was an expert. She could be an extra-tall, shy, twelve-year-old per-blossom
cutie, or a Sweet Sixteen Lolita. Whatever the situation called for. But
today, she wanted to be just what she was – a fifteen-year-old
creampuff.

She was wearing a very plain gray, mid-thigh-length pleated wool skirt. But
this is where Wendy's dressing talents were on display: The pleats started
just below her ass, leaving it prominently displayed.

Even though there was a bit of chill in the air, her sleeveless white
blouse had a purpose: It showed plenty of bare shoulder, and stopped just
above her inny belly button. Not too much skin, but not too little,
either. She's very good – even excellent – at what she does.

The blouse was sheer enough to give just a barely visible hint of her
developing tennis-ball-sized titty bumps. Wendy had just graduated from AAA
to AA cup, but she wasn't wearing a bra today, and her nipples were erect
and very obvious as her blouse teased them. She was in the later-stages of
puberty, and titty bumps that size, hard nipples and a beautifully flaring
ass where the pleasing results. If anyone stared – and they would –
Wendy would just move along like she didn't even notice. Unless it was the
right person, of course.

Right before she entered the local mall, a gust of wind lifted her skirt
enough to exposes a good bit of her creamy tiny white pantyless asscheeks
and crack. The summer tan on her bare thighs was still there, making the
white globes glow! Wendy was just fine with that – accidents happen when
a wind gust lifts a girl's skirt revealing a lot of skin, don't they? But
she kept the skirt pressed down in front. Her eyes remained straight ahead,
so if anyone noticed the flashing, she didn't let on. Again, unless it was
the right person.

Wendy was wearing white knee-socks with tiny black bows at the top, and
black three-inch Mary Jane's. They were not exactly stilettos, but not
clunky, either. Just right. They were tall enough to force her ass and
little titties outward, while enticingly enhancing the muscles in her firm
calves. They also forced her to take smaller steps, one foot in front of
the other, ass swaying.

(Told you she knew how to do it!)

Once she was through the entrance, the eyes of at least a dozen boys
focused on her; their chattering ceasing. They were in awe of her
beauty. But that always happens when Wendy walks by, yet she remained
aloof, eyes still straight ahead. She was putting on airs today for the
boys, very much on purpose. Her body language let them know right off that
she was WAY out of their league; don't waste my time even trying, boys.

She was not very interested in boys. Not at all. Wendy was interested in
men. Late 20s to early 40s. Married men.

Married men ALWAYS keep secrets after they've fucked an illegal teen
girl. Statutory rape laws being what they are, you know? Wendy had had
several married men in her life, beginning when she was only twelve, but
because they kept quiet, she didn't have a "reputation."

Wendy wasn't a slut, and she never would be. She knew exactly what to
do. And, just as importantly, what not to do.

However, the very last thing Wendy wanted to be was to be a home
wrecker. She was far too young for anything more than regular suck and fuck
sessions, for one thing. For another, she knew how important a Daddy can be
in a young teen's life – especially a girl's. Her Daddy certainly
was. She would never get in the way of that for any married man.

Still, married men satisfied her insatiable desire to be fucked. Maybe it
was also her fetish, but she fulfilled the fantasies of the men she sucked
and fucked. What man that age, and even older, didn't long to fuck a sexy
school girl? So, yeah, she satisfied their fantasies ... and their
fetishes, too, in many cases.

To the boys in her high school, she was every bit the virgin, and she let
them know not too subtly that it would remain that way. She was gentle but
firm when she told the many love-sick puppies who followed her around to
move along.

Of course, Wendy went parties, dances, proms, movies, concerts, and all
that – the things a very popular girl would normally do.

Some boys she deemed acceptable were allowed to kiss her, rub her soft
thighs up to a certain point (lace-top thigh-highs really got them going,
especially if she was in heels), feel her blouse-covered titties, and cup
her skirted asscheeks. Nothing under her skit, and certainly not inside her
panties. Never.

Wendy had given the occasional handjob to a select few – those who had
been so giving and controllable. In other words, if they did what she
wanted, when she wanted it, well, they deserved a reward. But her message
was crystal clear: If you breath one word of this, that's your last handjob
from me. Her sweet handjobs were worth the boys' silence.

She was just as good at manipulating married men as she was the boys. Wendy
would give up her tight pussy as soon as she was alone with the right man –
emphasis on "the right man" – but then push away. She would move back in
just enough to keep him hooked on her, then move away again. It would
continue that way until she was ready to move on to another fortunate
married man. Wendy was not a control freak, per se, but she did enjoy the
power she had over men.

"Cock tease," said a familiar voice in her head. We'll call it voice number
one, because there's another diametrically opposed voice in Wendy's
head. The two kept her balanced.

"No, I'm not," she whispered. "I take very good care of them. I'm worth
it."

"She certainly is," said the other voice. Let's call this one voice number
two.

The voices are asexual, but that doesn't really matter to this story.

Wendy spotted one of her former lovers seated alone on a bench, out of the
direct flow of foot-traffic in the mall. As she walked over to greet him –
just as one of his daughter's friends might do – her skirt
tented. Wendy's skirt always tents when she's excited and not wearing
panties. And she really was excited to see him. She was.

Wendy is a special girl, if you didn't guess that. A very special girl.

She sat down beside him, but they didn't touch. Secrecy and all that.

"Hey, Wendy," he sighed. "I've missed you."

"Oh, baby," she replied, "can't you see I've missed you, too?"

He glanced down at the little point in her skirt. "Yeah, I can see
that. I'm glad can still do it to you. I need to be with you again,
Wendy. Please."

"I know you do. I want to be with you, too." And she really, really did. He
was good TO her and FOR her. "But we can't take chances. Your kids need
their Daddy, and you love your wife."

"I do love her," he said. "She's wonderful. But I've never been with anyone
like you."

"You're sweet to say that."

"So when can we get together?"

"Soon."

"How soon?"

"Very soon. I promise." She arose, hiding her stiffy with her purse, and
walked away, swinging her beautiful ass.

"You're cruel," said voice number one.

"She's not!" voice number two said. "She can't help the way her ass looks,
even if she tries to hide it. And she WILL see him soon! She promised."

Wendy always kept her promises, and she would to this man – eventually –
but she was on the prowl today for new married meat. New men gave her the
ultimate high; the high she craved.


Chapter 2

Her little peeny finally softened, so Wendy went to the food court, found
an empty table, sat down and crossed her long legs. She allowed her skirt
to ride up just the right amount, then recrossed them, seductively swinging
a high-heeled foot. Enough to attract attention, but not enough to be
obvious. She had worked this magic many, many times, despite her young age.

As she sat, she felt a pair of eyes on her. Wendy had the natural ability
to know when she's being checked out. She saw the man standing at the
entrance to the food court. She also saw the gold band on his left hand,
and that he was very, very handsome.

As he looked at her, she felt a very unfamiliar but not unpleasant
sensation in her tummy. Wendy didn't understand that feeling at all!

But she gathered herself enough to whisper, "I want him."

"Do you now, Wendy girl?" voice number one asked. "How much do you want
him?"

"A lot," she said in another whisper.

Voice number two didn't argue. It believed her.

She looked at the man and smiled. Not her come-fuck-me smile, by any
means. She had a very good one, there's absolutely no doubt about
that. What she gave him was an innocent invitation to join her, but an
invitation nonetheless.

He walked over. "Mind if I sit?" ("What the fuck am I doing?" his brain
screamed. "She's a teenager! But I can't take my eyes off of her!")

Though there were plenty of empty tables, she nodded. Maybe he's the one
for today. He fits the bill.

"May I buy you a soft drink?" he asked

"It's nice of you to offer, but no," Wendy replied.

"Just some coffee. A latte, maybe?"

She paused, then said, "Well, okay. Sweet-and-Low and non-fat milk,
please."

"Sure!" he said. "I'm Lindsey, by the way."

"I have a girl friend named Lindsey!" she giggled. "I'm Wendy."

She offered her hand and he took it gently. Wendy felt that sensation in
her tummy again. She still couldn't figure out what it was, but she liked
it.

"Yeah. I've had to put up with a lot of jokes about my name all of my
life."

"Well," she said, "if it makes you feel better, I can see that you're very
much a man."

Wendy had just cast out a baited hook. Would it be the only one she would
need? It had never, ever taken more than one.

"Tease! Cock tease!" said voice number one.

"I'm not a tease!" Wendy hissed. "I really want him!"

"She does," said voice number two. "He's different than the others. She
feels it."

Lindsey walked over to the coffee stand, made his purchases, then returned
with two tall lattes. Wendy thanked him and took a few small sips.

"I don't think I've ever seen you around," she said.

"No, probably not," Lindsey said. "I'm from two towns over. We don't have a
computer store, and I need to take my laptop in for a tune up."

"Oh, is it not working?" Wendy asked.

"It works. But I get pop-ups that lock it up sometimes when I'm on the
internet. That's really all, but it's aggravating. Speaking of my laptop,
do you mind if I check my email? Email works fine. I ran off and forgot my
cellphone. I do that all the time. It drives my wife crazy."

"How sweet is that, Wendy girl?" voice number one asked. "A pissed off
wife!"

"Please shut up," said voice number two. "Let her work it out. She always
does."

Lindsey pulled his laptop out of it's satchel, powered up, and logged on
via the food court's Wi-Fi. As he tapped away at the keyboard, Wendy was in
deep thought.

One of the ultimate challenges for her was finding a married man who
already knew he wanted a special girl, especially a teen. There were some
out there. A lot of them, she knew very well. Or a married man who didn't
know that's what he wanted until Wendy had worked her magic. When she was
certain a man like that couldn't back away, no matter how hard he tried,
Wendy showed him her sweet bootiehole and erect three-inch peeny. It was
beautiful. Pink and circumcised. If it made them feel better to think of
her thingy as just an engorged clitty, and her pooper a pussy, then fine.

But Wendy still had to be careful – she didn't want to end up with a man
who would hurt her when he discovered her secret. There were men like that
out there, too.

As Lindsey started to power off, Wendy saw an opening and moved in.

"Wait. Don't turn it off," she said. "I want to ask you something, but it's
very embarrassing."

"It's okay. What do you want to ask?"

"Umm ... ah ... on second thought, I can't tell you. Really. Please just
forget it."

"No, seriously, you can ask me anything. I have a daughter about your
age. I'll understand."

"This could not be going better," voice number one said. "He's circling the
bait, Wendy girl. Get ready to set the hook."

Voice number two agreed, and didn't say anything. Voice number two was the
quieter, more reserved of the two, obviously. Balance.

"Well ... uh ... you see ... uh ... my parents have a block on my web
browser. And I've never ... uh ... well ... oh, this is so embarrassing!"

"Don't be embarrassed!" he laughed. "I'm sure I've heard it before."

"No," she replied. "I doubt you have. But I don't know you. You don't know
me or my parents. So you can't tell on me, can you?" Windy giggled at that
realization.

"Tell me!" he laughed again. ("God," he thought, "she's enchanting!")

"Okay. But promise you won't get mad?"

"Promise."

"Well, I hear a lot of my friends talk about internet porn. I shouldn't say
more, but you're nice and promised not to get mad, and you can't tell on
me. I've never seen porn because of the block on my browser. If I asked you
to show me some, would you?"

Lindsey tried not to look stunned, but he was. Here he was, out of town,
talking to an incredibly sexy young girl – no older than his daughter –
who wanted him to show her internet porn. Was this a wet dream? Or a
nightmare?

"Look, I understand you're just a curious teenager," Lindsey said.

"Oh yeah, sure she is," voice number one said. "One that wants to suck and
fuck your brains out."

Voice number one could be so irritatingly sarcastic at times.

However, voice number two still didn't have anything add. She really did
want to suck and fuck his brains out, it knew.

"But here's the thing – we can't do it here," he said, "Can we go
somewhere private?"

"Uh, sure. Do you have a car nearby? I'll bet you could still hit the Wi-Fi
if it was close enough."

"Okay, honey, let's go to my car."

By now Lindsey had forgotten about the computer store, about his wife and
daughter, about everything else in his life. He'd called her honey. He
couldn't help it. She was intoxicating.

"He took the bait, Wendy girl," voice number one said. "Now set the hook."

Voice number two couldn't agree more.

Now it was time for her to flash her come-fuck-me smile, and it was
dazzling. Lindsey felt drugged. Well, Wendy WAS a drug that no man can say
no to when she unleashes the come-fuck-me smile – but it was reserved
for the right ones only. When he smiled back, she got that funny feeling in
her tummy again. Wendy was still very, very confused by that.

"Okay," Wendy said. "Lead the way."


Chapter 3

Wendy and Lindsey walked out of the mall together, keeping a discreet
distance, and certainly not touching. One would hardly notice a handsome
man and his beautiful daughter leaving the mall, right? Well, they'd notice
– they were both eye-catching, for sure – but no one would suspect
anything.

Lindsey's mind was still screaming for him to stop. To walk away. To go
back inside the mall. To go home, now! But he couldn't.

Wendy couldn't walk away, either – ven if the voices in her head tried
to talk her out of it, which they weren't. If they had, they'd fail
miserably. She felt sensations with Lindsey she'd never felt before. Was
her tummy trying to tell her something?

What she had to do now is show him how special she was hope he wanted
her. As they approached his ride, Wendy realized that she could not be more
fortunate. Lindsey drove an SUV with tented windows!

"Well, that's a good start, Wendy girl," voice number one said.

Voice number two said, skipping the fishing analogy: "Start his engine and
rev it up to the RPM red line!"

"Ooooh! I like this!" she squealed. "Let's get in the backseat so no one
can see us. And the backseat will be better – it's a bench, and we need
to sit close together so we can both see the screen. Thank you so much for
doing this for me!"

Lindsey still couldn't believe he was doing it, but Wendy wasn't teasing
him anymore. Fuck no she wasn't. She was hot for him, and could feel a damp
precum spot starting to spread on her skirt.  Wendy covered up it up with
her purse.

"Too early, Wendy girl," said voice number one. "He hasn't spit out the
hook, but you need to let some line play out."

"You can land your trophy when he's weak," voice number two said. "You'll
make him weak. You know that."

"I hope," Wendy whispered.

"Did you say something?" asked Lindsey.

"No, just thinking out loud a little. It's nothing."

"Are you scared of me or something?"

"No!" Wendy said. "Nothing even close to that!"

Lindsey pressed the door unlock button on his remote key chain, and opened
the backseat door for her. Wendy managed to slide in without flashing him
by taking a death grip on the hem of her skirt, holding it tightly in
place.

"Good idea, Wendy girl," said voice number one.

 Voice number two agreed: "Not yet time for little surprises. You did
good!"

Lindsey moved in beside her, closed the door and locked them all. He opened
up his laptop and Wendy shouted, "Oh, look! You're still in range of the
Wi-Fi!"

And sure enough, he was online. Lindsey typed some keywords into the Bing
search engine, and porn-site links began to appear. He clicked on several
of the standard-fare offerings as Wendy sat and watched silently, but she
let her bare thigh touch his. He felt it.

She placed a hand on his arm – electricity shot through him; her too –
and said, "Wait. Go back to that link you just passed. I wonder what
`Special Lolitas' is?"

Wendy knew very well what "Special Lolitas" was. It's the most popular
illegal teen tgirl site on the web, and she directed him there
intentionally. Her plan was unfolding nicely, but moving in a way that
Wendy couldn't control. That had never happened.

The voices were silent; they didn't really get it, either. This was a new
to them and their Wendy girl.

She would never pose naked for that site, even if she had the
opportunity. She didn't masturbate often; she didn't need to. She was
fucked enough to keep her little marble sack drained. But she had stroked
her tiny peepee a time or two while looking at pictures of the special
girls; not fantasizing about being with one of the girls, no. She wondered
what it would feel like TO ACTUALLY BE one of those girls, knowing
thousands of guys were seeing her picture and jerking off. That was a rush
for Wendy.

But back to the story:

"Oh, my god!" squeaked Wendy as the link opened. "Look at that! They have
thingys, but they're beautiful! Lindsey, can you believe this?"

Lindsey couldn't. He also couldn't look away. He was not only hard, he was
stainless-steel hard. If this continued, he might cum in his pants.

Wendy moved her hand away from his arm and placed it on his thigh
nonchalantly, just above his bulge, but she managed to "innocently" brush
it. She wanted him to think she was using his thigh as a brace so she could
see the screen better.

They studied still photos of the special girls Wendy's age (underage!), and
even watched a short video of one of the girls dancing and stripping. It
wasn't a hard-core site; just beautiful special girls showing it all for
the cameras. Lindsey was breathing hard, and Wendy definitely knew it; she
was, too.

When it ended, they sat in silence for awhile. Lindsey didn't move, and
neither did Wendy.

She finally broke the silence: "Have you ever known a girl like that?"

"No. Not ever," Lindsey said, then took another deep breath, never moving
his eyes away from the screen. "I don't really know why, but maybe I might
like to. It's crazy. They're really little boys – I know that – but
you almost don't notice, because they're so pretty and feminine. There's
just something so arousing about them. I don't know how this could be, but
they're so much sexier than real girls. They are truly spectacular! Why
they're doing this to me, I don't know."

Wendy knew.

"Game. Set. Match, Wendy girl," said voice number one.

"What, no fishing metaphor?" voice number two asked.

Wendy squirmed closer to Lindsey, put her arms around his neck and pressed
her soft, pink lips lightly to his. He didn't pull away. He couldn't pull
away.

"Show time!" said voice number one.

"Please be quiet," voice number two said. "This is intense, and I want to
watch."

"Would you like to meet a girl like that?" she whispered in his ear as as
she nibbled and blew lightly on it.

It took Lindsey a few seconds to regain his wits. When it hit him, it was
like a hard punch to the chest. He wondered if that's what the beginning of
a heart attack felt like. If it was, he'd die a happy man. All he managed
to say before she put a finger to his lips and shushed him was, "Are you
..."

There was a long pause.

"Be brave, Wendy girl," said voice number one.

Voice number two said, "You're in deep. You can't back out now."

"Yes," Wendy whispered, her finger still pressed to his lips. "I'm a very
special girl. Is that okay?"

Lindsey gasped, "Wendy, you knew exactly what you were doing the whole
time, didn't you? You took me to that site on purpose!"

"Yes, Lindsey, I did," she said. "I'm sorry if it upsets you, but I wanted
you to fuck me as soon as I saw you and you smiled at me. I've been a cock
tease before. Well, most of the time, I admit, but I'm not teasing
you. When you sat down at the table, my tummy turned flips. I've never felt
like that with a man. I don't ever make a move until I know I'll be
accepted completely as a special girl. I'm very careful – I have to be.

"But you're different. I had to abandon every caution I have and take my
first gamble ever. I just couldn't control my emotions. I'll get out and
leave if you want me to."

She tented, but didn't hide it this time – she wanted him to
see. Lindsey was no longer just a lump of new married meat to Wendy.

He managed to choke out, "I want you more than anything. I've never felt
this way about anybody. Ever."

This time she kissed him with a lot of tongue and lingered.

"Please, let's do this," Lindsey said.

"Can it be like a date?" Wendy asked. "Will you take me to dinner and then
to a nice hotel? We could go out of town; far enough so no one would know
us.

"I'll make you happy, even if you don't want to spend the night with me"
she continued. "If you want to take me home tonight after you fuck me, I'll
be fine."

"You're giving up your control, Wendy girl," said voice number one.

"Let her," said voice number two. "This man is different. She can see
that."

"I DO see that," whispered Wendy.

Lindsey asked, "What did you say?"

"Oh, just thinking out loud again," she said. "I do that a lot. Sorry."

"Are you having second thoughts?" asked Lindsey.

"No!" Wendy said. "Not at all!"

Those were words Lindsey wanted to hear, and he composed himself enough to
say, "I'd love to have dinner with someone as beautiful as you. It's your
call on what happens after that."

"Make the call, Wendy girl," said voice number one. "You know what you
want."

Voice number two agreed, and said so.

"Okay. I want to spend the night with you. After you fuck me, I want you to
hold me while I go to sleep. I want to wake up in your arms. I want that
soooo much," she said without hesitation. "Drive me to my house. I want to
pick up something special to wear for you. There's no one there; my parents
are out of town – they think I'm at a friend's house. She'll cover for
me. We cover for each other when we need to."

Lindsey thought about that and curiosity got the better of him: "Is she
special, too?"

"No," Wendy said. "She knows, but would never betray me. She's the only
biological girl I've ever been with, or wanted to be with. She loves it as
much as I do. But there are no strings attached, and there won't ever
be. She likes fucking high school boys, and I'm perfectly okay with that. A
boy has never fucked me, and I'm not interested in a boy."

They got in the front seats, buckled up and drove off.


Chapter 4

They were lost in thought a little as they drove, and didn't talk much, but
Lindsey placed a hand on Wendy's bare thigh. She placed both of her hands
on top of his and squeezed, letting him know she was perfectly fine with
his touch.

"This is going to happen, Lindsey. No matter what," Wendy said. "I can't
stop myself now, but I need to ask you something. What about your wife and
kids?"

Lindsey thought a minute and said, "Well, she and my only child – the
daughter I mentioned – are at the beach. I'll tell her I lost my
cellphone while I was bar hopping with some guys. She'll believe me; it's
NBA playoff time. She knows I wouldn't miss watching on a big high-def
screen at the sports bar. I'll call her from our home phone tomorrow.

"But, Wendy, I do love her. It's important for you know that," he
continued. "I just can't do anything about how I feel about
you. Impossible."

"God, could this work out better, girl?" This time it was voice number two.

Voice number one didn't say anything; it didn't need to.

She took her hand off of Lindsey's, moved it onto his obvious bulge and
squeezed.

"Look, Lindsey, before we do this, there are some things I need for you to
know, too," she said. "This will not be my first time with a married man –
I was twelve the first time. I like to be with married men because they
will never talk.

"If this works out tonight like I pray it will, we'll both decide if it
continues. I don't know why I feel like I do about you – I've never felt
like this. This is the first time I've ever totally lost it, and feels
incredible.

"But I REFUSE to break up your family, no matter what."

"Getting way ahead of yourself, Wendy girl," said voice number one.

"No, she's not," said voice number two. "Let it go wherever it goes."

"If I fall in love with you, I won't become clingy. I won't expose you,"
Wendy continued. "I won't allow you to do that to me, either. And I will
never, ever take you away from your wife and daughter. Chisel that it stone
right now."

"You're wise beyond your years, Wendy girl," voice number one said with no
small measure of his dripping sarcasm.

"Hey, fuck you," said voice number two. "She IS wise, you asshole!"

"I'm fifteen years old, and you know what would happen if we get caught,"
Wendy went on. "You'd lose your family and maybe even go to jail if anyone
found out. My life would be ruined, too. Can you keep this a secret? I need
to know."

Lindsey nodded.

"Say it," Wendy said.

"I can keep it a secret," said Lindsey.

She squeezed his bulge again.

As they approached her house, Wendy asked him to drop her off and drive
around for thirty minutes. She promised it wouldn't take longer than that,
but she wanted to look extra special for dinner.

"Ever the cautious one, huh, Wendy girl?" voice number one asked. "Don't
want anyone to see his SUV in the drive and get suspicious. The neighbors
know your parents are out of town, right?"

"Hey, look," said voice number two. "She has to be discrete. Leave her
alone about that."

Wendy ran up to her room, but she didn't have time to shower. She stripped
naked, peed, (sitting down, of course!), then gave herself a quick
enema. She brushed her teeth and hair, applied fresh darker makeup,
deodorant and perfume.

She didn't put on a bra or panties, but looped a black-lace garterbelt
around her thin waist and clipped it. Then she rolled a pair of sheer black
stockings up her legs, and snapped the garter clips. Wendy loved the way
sheer stockings feel on her smooth legs and the way the garterbelt straps
tug as she walks. It made her feel so girly. It made her get a stiffy.

Wendy slipped a very short, spaghetti-strap black dress over her head and
smoothed it out. It barely covered the garter straps. If Lindsey saw see
she was wearing a garterbelt when she got in his SUV, that was just fine.

She donned a black sequined waist-length jacket, and stepped into a pair of
strappy, black, five-inch stiletto sandals. Just think about that for a
second: The heels pushed her height to over six feet. How incredibly hot is
that for a beautiful fifteen year old?

Wendy transferred everything from the purse she had been carrying into into
a small black leather one. There wasn't really much – her keys, wallet,
breath mints, gum, lip gloss, Kleenex and a small box of tampons. She never
knew when she might need a tampon. Lindsey might not enjoy the sight of of
his cum leaking from her pootie. Then again, he might. Most of her men do;
they like knowing they filled up her pootie hole.

Wendy thew some items into a gym bag, purposely avoiding an overnight bag;
if anyone was watching, she was simply headed to the gym with one of her
boyfriends, right? Thanks to the SUV's tinted windows, who'd know
differently?

Let's not spoil it by saying right now what she selected for the night, but
for tomorrow, she tossed in a denim miniskirt, pink t-shit and a pair of
baby-blue Nike trainers. She even picked up a pair of modest white,
pink-trimmed cotton panties, with a tiny pink bow on the elastic waist
band, and dropped them in.

And as always, she packed her lube.

Wendy wouldn't need another enema when they got to the hotel, but she
decided to take along a scented douche. Oh, what the hell, she thought, and
added two more.

"Good, idea, Wendy girl!" voice number one said.

"No man can say no to your fresh sweet booty hole, baby," said voice number
two. "You'll need it tomorrow."

And then she saw Lindsey pulling in – perfect timing.

Before she opened the door and walked out, voice number one said, "You're
on our own, now Wendy girl. See you tomorrow. I'm sorry for being such an
ass today. I like teasing you, but you know I love you."

Voice number two said, "He's different than any man you've ever been
with. Make him feel that way. And I love you, too."

"I love you both." Wendy said. It wasn't a whisper this time.


Chapter 4

Lindsey couldn't believe his eyes when he saw her walking toward his
SUV. He had trouble controlling his breathing. As good as Wendy looked when
he first saw saw her, she was breathtaking now; dripping sex. An extremely
tall, blond haired, blue eyed, teen princess!

After she got in, Lindsey could smell her intoxicating perfume. He had a
hard time swallowing when he saw a hint of the garterbelt straps attached
to her long stocking-clad legs as she sat and crossed them. But those the
legs were not the only things that were driving him crazy. Just the thought
of seeing her naked in a garterbelt, stockings and stilettos could push him
completely off the cliff. If she wasn't wearing panties, he might actually
die. Wendy was the most beautiful, sweet, arousing creature he'd ever laid
eyes on. How could a fifteen-year-old high-school girl with a thingy do
that to him? He didn't know. He didn't care.

"Do you like what I'm wearing, sweetie?" she asked.

Lindsey nodded and said, "You'll have to pretend to be my daughter tonight,
but I'll have a hard time keeping hands off of you at the restaurant."

"Maybe you can put your hands on me under the restaurant table, baby,"
Wendy giggled.

Lindsey's boner returned with a vengeance when he heard that. Wendy
noticed.

"How far are we driving tonight?" she asked.

"I'm thinking at least 70 or 80 miles," Lindsey replied, but he would have
driven around the world just to be with her. "We need to be careful."

Then he laughed, "I don't want to go to jail for being a pedophile."

"You're not a pedophile!" Wendy said. "I wanted this before you did! I did
things today to get you that I've never done before; I did things I didn't
even know I could do."

In a whisper, she said, "I let my guard down."

Lindsey said, "You don't need a guard with me, but I'm flattered to hear
that."

Since they'd be driving for awhile, Wendy moved both of her hands to his
crotch, unzipped his trousers and freed a hard monster cock – the
biggest she'd ever seen. It was a good nine inches and so fat she had a
hard time getting her girly hands around it.

"Don't stroke it, please," Lindsey pleaded. "If you do, I'll cum and these
are the only clothes I have."

"I won't. But, Lindsey, I've never even seen a cock this big – not even
in a picture," Wendy said, admiring it. "You're going to have to give me
time to get used to it. I don't want to be so sore I can't fuck you but
once."

He said, "Being gentle goes without saying, Wendy."

"Thank you, and I want you to do something else for me, baby. Of course I
want you to fuck my brains out before the night is over, but I want you to
make love to me first. I know you'll be gentle. I just want to hold your
cock for awhile and look at it. I want to suck it so badly."

Wendy held onto his cock lightly, then continued. "Lindsey, this is not my
first rodeo – I told you that – but I have never felt like this about
a man. It's scares the shit out of me because the feelings came over me too
fast. I don't know how to handle them. I'm usually in total control."

Lindsey smiled at her, and that was enough for Wend to know he understood.

They drove on, pretty silent the rest of the way. There was really no need
for conversation, there would be plenty of time for that. Lindsey borrowed
Wendy's cellphone and made reservations at a very ritzy hotel and at a
great restaurant he knew about.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Lindsey got out and asked Wendy to
wait. He walked around, opened her door, offering his hand. She had to
struggle to keep from flashing her peepee as short as her dress was, and
she wanted him to see it for the first time when they were alone. Wendy
took his arm and he led her toward the restaurant entrance. The date
experience, right? As they reached the doors, she moved away and went into
daughter mode.

"Good evening, sir," the head waiter said. Lindsey identified himself and
told him they had reservations. "Very good, sir. A father and his very
beautiful daughter out on the town tonight, are we? Is there a special
occasion?"

"Yes," said Lindsey. "She's making straight-As. I want to reward her and
make sure it continues."

That wasn't a stretch, but Lindsey didn't know it. Wendy really was a
straight-A student.

They were ushered to a booth in the dimly lit dining room – it was very
romantic, Wendy admitted to herself. Lindsey's choice of restaurant was a
good one. She slid in first, keeping the hem of her dress down, and Lindsey
moved in beside her.

"Do you think it's dark enough in here for anyone to see us?" asked Wendy.

Lindsey looked around and told her he thought their booth was reasonably
private. Wendy snuggled up close to him, and they kissed. Lindsey placed a
hand on a smooth, stocking-clad thigh and began to massage it. She popped a
stiffy.

The waiter was headed their way, so they moved apart, with Wendy covering
the very visible hard peeny in her dress with a napkin. The waiter took
their drink orders – Wendy asked for a Diet Coke and Lindsey ordered a
small carafe of white wine. The waiter returned with their drinks and took
their dinner orders.

"Give me a heads up if you see the waiter coming," Wendy said.

Despite her heels and height, she managed to work herself onto her knees
below the table. She made sure the tablecloth covered everything. Wendy
unzipped his trousers and took Lindsey's nine inches in her soft hand. She
examined it, then kissed the head.

Lindsey shuddered.

"Do you want to cum?" she whispered. "If you do, I can swallow. I won't get
any on us."

"I won't last long as horney as you've made me. Make me cum."

Wendy went to work: She kissed around his cock head, pinched just below it
with two fingers, licked up and down the shaft, then swallowed as much of
it as she could. Even though she had taken as much of it as she could,
there was plenty of shaft left for her to stroke with both hands

Lindsey's body stiffened in no time.

"There's going to be lot of cum, honey," he warned. "I've had the blue
balls for hours."

She never let up, and he put his napkin to his mouth so no one would hear
him groan as he erupted into her sweet mouth. Wendy swallowed it all and
kept sucking until his spasms stopped. Then she moved back up and dabbed
her napkin to her lips like nothing at all had happened.

"Nice?" she asked.

"Very," he said. "I hope I can catch my breath before our dinner comes."

Lindsey must have been in pretty good shape because his breathing had
returned to normal just as dinner arrived.

Wendy took a sip of her Diet Coke and Lindsey poured wine into the only
wine glass.

"Want some?" Lindsey offered.

"Sure, but just a few sips," Wendy replied. "It doesn't take a lot of wine
to knock me out."

"Yeah," said Lindsey. "Sometimes I just can't get a grip on how young you
are."

"Just out of curiosity, how old are you?" she asked.

"Well, we got married when we were both twenty one and still in college,
and we had ..."

Wendy knew he was about to say his daughter's name, so she quickly
interrupted, "Please don't. It would make it so hard if I knew. Please
don't."

"I understand. I do." He kissed her lightly. "You're wonderfully sweet and
sensitive. I'm 37."

She smiled and nodded – well within her age range – but she didn't
give a fuck about that right now. The rest of dinner was uneventful, but as
they were on the way to their hotel, Wendy reached over and hugged him as
best she could with a console between the seats.

"This drives me crazy," she said, referring to the console. "Were front
bench seats around when you started dating? I'd love that. I'd love to sit
close to you like we did in the back seat at the mall."

"No," he said. "Front bench seats were not really available."

"So," Wendy cooed, almost singing, "did you ever fuck girls in the backseat
of your car?"

He just smiled.

"I you did, you stud!" Wendy giggled. "Good for you big boy! I hope you got
so much pussy you ran out of gas!"

"Yeah, pussy's sweet," he said.

Wendy flashed her come-fuck-me smile and said, "About half as sweet as what
you're about to get."

He knew she was right.


Chapter 5

They checked into the hotel and Lindsey wisely asked for a room with two
double beds; they had to keep the daddy/daughter allusion going a little
longer. If he'd asked for a room with a king-size bed, he'd have been
arrested before he swiped the key card.

The counter clerk didn't notice they only had Wendy's gym bag. If he had,
Wendy was prepared to tell him they had just enough for tomorrow, then they
had to head home. They entered the room, locked the door and then looked
into each others eyes. Although they both had had other lovers, neither
knew what to do – they were both plowing new ground.

Wendy sat on the bed and invited Lindsey to sit by her. She put her arms
around his neck and kissed him. He kissed back and put his arms around her
waist.

"I know I've given you a lot of information to digest today, but you've
never been with a girl like me," she said. "This will be different for
you. The way this works for me is this: I'm a `bottom.'"

Lindsey looked confused, and didn't speak. Hell, he WAS confused, and
COULDN'T speak

"What that means is that I won't let you suck me, and I won't fuck you. I
want to be the girl. That's the only way I can do this. Do you understand
what I'm saying?"

"Well, I would never have even thought about that. But, Wendy, you're a
feminine dream. If that's what works for you, I'm fine with it."

"Thank you for understanding," she said, and pushed him back on the
bed. "Relax, and enjoy the show."

Wendy stood and started a sexy dance like the video they'd watched on the
"Special Lolitas" website. But she was oh so much better. She didn't bump
and grind; it was way more slow and sensual.

Wendy took her jacket off, exposing her bare shoulders; her dress held up
only by the spaghetti straps. Moving them slowly off of her shoulders,
Wendy leaned forward and squeezed her size AA titty bumps together,
creating small but erotic cleavage. She turned her back and swung her ass
from side to side, looking at Lindsey over her shoulder, then bent at the
waist and placed her palms on the floor. Her dress rose, exposing her
stocking tops, making him so hard it hurt.

She turned around to face Lindsey again and let her dress fall to the
floor. She stepped out and was now standing before him in only her
garterbelt, stockings and heels. No panties – her stiffy was on display
in front of him for the first time.

Lindsey starred but didn't speak.

"Please tell me you don't think I'm a freak," Wendy pleaded. No man had
ever thought of Wendy as a freak – she mostly definitely wasn't – but
she still worried that Lindsey might.

He said, "You're the most beautiful woman I've even seen. And you're also a
cutiepie fifteen-year-old girl; so much prettier than the girls on that
website. How can anything be hotter?"

"So you want me?" she asked.

He nodded. That's all he could do.

"Thank you," she said with a sigh of relief.

She grabbed her gym bag and headed for the bathroom.

"I won't be long," she said. "Promise. Get naked, lover boy!"

She gave him her come-fuck-me smile again at the bathroom door, then move
in and closed it.

Wendy stripped off her garterbelt, stockings and heals. She washed her
face, removing the dark makeup. She took a pee, then stood and used the
scented douche and an extra liberal amount of lube. She wondered if she
should ask Lindsey to lube his cock as well, as big at it was, but decided
not to – she wanted to feel as much of him as she could. She was not
100% confident she could take it all, but it was worth a try.

Wendy spritzed on her perfume. She applied light eye makeup, a little blush
and pink lip gloss, then brushed her teeth and long hair. Next, Wendy
rolled a pair of sheer white lace-top thigh-highs, with pink bows at the
top, up her legs, smoothed them out, and stepped into five-inch pink satin
come-fuck-me pumps. The heels were her favorites! She knew her black
underthings had gotten to Lindsey, but being together for the first time,
she felt like the white and pink were the right choices.

Her legs are long to begin with with, but stockings and heels make them
look even longer; even more enticing.

Wendy examined herself in the mirror and liked what she saw looking back,
but the voices had always told her to put on something a lover can take
off. They always gave excellent advice, so she slipped on a diaphanous
white babydoll, trimmed with pink lace, that fell just below her hard
peeny.

She took a deep breath. "I wish you could hear me voices – you can't
believe how much I want to please him."

The voices were there and were listening, but they could never let Wendy
know they were always over her shoulder. She was miles away from home with
a man she'd met only ten hours ago. They would not leave her alone for any
reason. But what they were hearing was something entirely new from their
Wendy girl: She loved taking care of a man, that's true, but until tonight,
it had really been more about her satisfaction.

Wendy walked out and stood silently before Lindsey again.

"I didn't think you could be more beautiful," he said.

That was plenty for Wendy. She sat on the bed beside Lindsey, raised her
arms, and Lindsey slowly slid her babydoll off. (Thank you for the great
advice, voices, she thought to herself. They heard.)

She laid back and he began to slowly kiss his way up tummy – he tongued
her navel on the way – to her titty bumps.

"I wish they were bigger," she said. "But I've only been on hormones for a
couple of years."

He just whispered, "They're perfect."

Lindsey began to lightly suck on one titty while gently tweaking the
diamond-hard nipple of the other. Wendy gasped, reaching for his cock. The
teasing continued until neither could take any more.

Wendy untangled, and rolled over onto her back and spread her legs. Lindsey
moved between them and she placed her calves on his shoulders, opening
herself up completely. He got his first look at her tiny pink pucker –
it's beautiful, he thought – but wondered if he could get his cock
in. If he did, would he hurt her? He aimed his massive tool to the little
winking hole and slowly pushed the head in. Wendy moaned, but not in
pleasure. She knew pleasure would eventually come, but she had to find a
way to overcome the pain. That might be hard to do as big as Lindsey was.

"Give me a second," she whispered.

"As long as it takes," Lindsey replied.

"Okay. Deeper," Wendy said.

Lindsey moved in again and Wendy didn't just moan this time – she
screamed.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," he said. "I'll take it out."

No, no, no! Don't take it out! Please don't take it out," she begged. (When
did Wendy ever beg, the voices thought) "The worst is close to being over."

Lindsey moved deeper – about half way in – and Wendy moaned again
.. in pleasure.

She took a few deep breaths, then said, "All the way."

Lindsey sunk it to the hilt, his pubes tickling her hiney.

"Wait," Wendy said. She took a few more deep breaths. She was so stretched
and full – more than she ever had been. Even when a man fucked when she
was only twelve, it didn't feel like this.

"Okay. Make love to me."

Lindsey and Wendy started slowly, syncing up.  She wrapped her arms around
his neck so she could pull him down and kiss him. His hands were busy
cupping her sweet little ass.

Wendy was comfortable enough now take her calves off his shoulders and wrap
her legs around him, pushing back more and more against his thrusts. How
could a fifteen-year-old girl accomplish that as big as I am, Lindsey
wondered in amazement. Well, her legs were that fucking long!

Lindsey was completely lost in her – he'd never felt anything so tight;
so exquisite. As good as pussy is, nothing has ever been better than this.

How did I do this, she asked herself. He's huge! Wendy had always been able
to completely control her pooper muscles, but couldn't now. They tightened
and loosened on their own.

"Lindsey, I know I keep bringing new things up," Wendy whispered as his
cock slid in and out of her. "I squirt when I cum. It's not a lot, but it's
still going to get on you."

"That just lets me know I did it right," he replied.

"And another thing, and I promise it's the last," Wendy said, never
stopping fucking back. "I can have multiple orgasms. I know this is our
first time together and I want you so badly, but do you think you can hold
off before I can have one? If you can, I can probably cum again before you
do."

"You're amazing," Lindsey said. "After that wonderful blowjob you gave me
under the table, I should be able to control myself for awhile."

And he did. Wendy had three intense orgasms – she squirted nothing on
the third one – before he filled her bowels with his cum. Lindsey stayed
in her until he went soft and his cock popped out and his cum flooded out
of her.

"That was so much cum I can't hold it all," said Wendy. "I brought tampons,
if you want me to use one."

"I don't," he said.

Lindsey moved off of her and laid his back. Wendy snuggled up against him,
draping and arm and a leg over him. He placed an arm around her shoulders,
and stroked her beautiful long hair with the other.

"Can we just lay here awhile without talking?" Wendy asked. "I just want to
be close to you feel you breath."

"I'd love nothing more, Wendy."

It took about twenty blissful minutes for Lindsey to begin to stiffen
again. Wendy knew it, and moved her hand down and stroked him. She
untangled from him, moved onto all fours, arched her back and offered her
hole to him again.

"Fuck me hard," she said.

Lindsey entered her, this time with ease, and began to pump in and
out. Wendy's ass moved uncontrollably. He lasted much longer this time
before her filled her with another massive load; Wendy had two more dry
orgasms.

Afterward as he spooned her, she asked, "Is your SUV a four-wheel drive."

"It is," he relied. "Why do you ask?"

"Lindseeeeyyyy, would you drive us into the woods tomorrow, throw me in the
backseat and fuck me?"

That settled, they drifted off to sleep.


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A Word From Pink Pumps:

I always end my stories more conclusively, but I want to figure out a way
for Wendy and Lindsey to be together forever. That's tough to do with her
being only fifteen; I want her to fully enjoy the college experience and
tell you about it. On top of that, she won't break up Lindsey's marriage,
even if he would allow that to happen.

But I have an idea, and I can also hear the voices in Wendy's head. We're
all working on it.

Thank you in advance for your patience. Stay tuned.