Wendy's Wintereve

Wendy finds she is the Life of the party.

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                      Wendy’s Wintereve

It was a cold winter night and the snow was coming at the 
windshield, veering up at the last moment to avoid collision with 
the windshield by flying over the car and off into the dark behind 
illuminated only by the dim, red tail lights. Winter in northern 
Indiana can be treacherous with the lea of the lake effect’s cold 
northern winds absorbing moisture from Lake Michigan and dumping 
snow on the relatively flat land.

Wendy, on her way to find Ryan, who would not allow her rest for 
the dreams, was out of her element in the Indiana winter. She soon 
lost the edges of the road and the small car she rented from the 
Chicago airport was stuck somewhere on a rural northern Indiana 
road. 

Not knowing how dangerous it is Wendy leaves the relative safety of 
her car and heads for the lights of a big farmhouse, trudging 
through the snow looking for help. Inside it appears guys are 
waiting for a bachelor party to begin. By the time Wendy reaches 
the farmhouse she is hypothermic and very cold. Her feet are wet 
and she is chilled to the bone. She doesn’t knock, but she opens 
the door and enters the house. It is obvious that a bachelor’s 
party is underway.

“She’s here!” D.B. exclaims.

They think I am the entertainer, Wendy thinks to herself. 

“My feet are freezing,” she says. “Can you help me get warm?”

“What’s your name?” a guy named Al asks.

“Wendy”

Brief introductions over, they lean her back in the couch not lying 
down but sitting, sort of slouching comfortably. The guys bring two 
washtubs of warm water for her feet. They take off her boots for 
her and strip off her socks. They slowly place her into the tubs 
that are placed before the couch on the floor, but not right next 
to each other. Wendy spreads her legs to put one foot in each tub 
of water. Since the guys seem very nice, she relaxes displaying 
herself to them.  She is willing to give them a look in return for 
their hospitality. Wendy spreads her legs further apart...letting 
her skirt rise so they can see her thighs and panties...It excites 
her that they can't resist looking, hell, they can’t take their 
eyes off of the feast of flesh displayed for them.

Soon, she has one guy on either side of her. One guy kneels between 
the tubs. The rest of the guys are watching, feeling the tension 
mount. Wendy feels herself getting aroused. Her nipples ache and 
her private place is feeling very sensitive with their eyes all 
over her. Soon, one guy unbuttons her blouse slowly, kissing me on 
the mouth, exploring her oral cavity with his tongue. Something 
primal in Wendy is becoming aroused. It is more than sexuality; it 
is a primal, animal instinct taking over Wendy as one guy removes 
her bra and fondles her breasts. He nibbles at her nipples first, 
then sensing resistance starts kissing them and soothing her 
nipples with the suckling action of a baby. Wendy spreads her legs 
further apart and closes her eyes. She sinks into a sexual haze and 
is seemingly enveloped in the couch. She sinks deeper into the 
couch the feeling is nice and she surrenders herself to it. 

Slowly, the men strip Wendy of her clothes. As she lay on the couch 
something in her surrenders to the sensuousness of it all. Al, 
completely naked, crawls up between the tubs and places his mouth 
over Wendy’s sex, slowly sucking her as if her crotch is an ice 
cream treat. Wendy removes her feet from the warm water and wraps 
her bare legs around his head, stiffening and raising her perfect 
pelvis off of the couch in the first of many orgasms she will have 
that night. 

Wendy, her head lying back on the couch feels her head being tipped 
back and a stiffened member placed between her lips. She obliges 
and begins sucking and working her tongue along the underside to 
return the maximum pleasure that she is receiving. Soon, Wendy 
recognizes the signs of the impending orgasm of the man she is 
sucking. She hears? “Wendy, please bite off my cock” 

She can’t believe her ears. He repeats, “Wendy, please bite off my 
cock”
Wendy bites with all of her might and as the man’s seed spills into 
her mouth his organ separates from him. Wendy reaches up and 
removes the severed penis from her mouth. The man, holding onto his 
stump leans over and kisses her firmly on the lips as she reaches 
another orgasm. He retrieves his penis from her, kisses it bye and 
places it in a jar on the table in the middle of the room.

Wendy, feeling nervous after the orgasm pushes the head from 
between her legs, concerned that she will be bit and after the man 
between her legs gets up and assumes the position of the man that 
she just bit off. Another man mounts Wendy and proceeds to insert 
himself into her sex without saying a word. Wendy is nearing 
another orgasm in about a minute as the man at her head starts to 
cum simultaneously. 

“Oh God, Wendy!” the man she is sucking exclaims, “Oh God please 
bite it off!”
Wendy again clamps her teeth down on the slender cock severing it 
flush with the man’s pelvis, not leaving a stump. The man collapses 
on Wendy as she cums again with the man inserted into her. Slowly, 
as the panting stops the man recovers his severed penis from her 
mouth and places it in a jar on a table in the middle of the room. 
The man who just withdrew from Wendy’s vagina looks at her and 
says, “Wendy, bite me!”  “Chew it off!”

Wendy rises off the couch and in an unreal haze of sensuousness 
looks him straight in the eyes. Wendy sees his soul. She sees his 
fears, his hopes and his obsession to have her bite off his cock. 
Wendy slowly puts her arms around him as he stands there willingly 
accepting his fate. Slowly she sticks her tongue out and traces a 
line. She starts at his chin and starts going down, her tongue 
working it’s way lower, lower over his Adam’s apple. Down. Slowly, 
lovingly, working her way down his throat, lower, ever lower, now 
in the hollow between his collarbones. Slowly, at the top of his 
bare chest her tongue moves in and out of her mouth, leaving a 
light saliva trail as she works her way toward the member he is 
destined to lose to her teeth. Now he shivers, still accepting of 
his fate, his arms froze at his sides. Wendy feels his seed 
dripping from between her legs as she slowly inserts her tongue 
into his navel. Wendy, now fully squatting feels his sperm dripping 
from her vagina onto the floor in long, slimy trails. He is now in 
a profuse sweat as she runs her tongue through his short pubic 
hair. Wendy reaches her prize, now fully erect for the final time. 
As she wraps her mouth around it she looks up and their eyes meet. 
Wendy moves her lips and bares her teeth. As she clamps down on him 
she shudders and he screams their eyes still locked. 

They cum together. Wendy, from biting off his cock, he from losing 
his cock. Wendy breaks eye contact and spits his penis on the floor 
in the puddle of cum that leaked form her vagina. The man is now 
crying, holding his crotch with his milky cum seeping between his 
fingers.

The next man, a raging erection, takes Wendy to the couch. He lies 
on his back and Wendy climbs on him. She pulls his hands above his 
head as she mounts him. Slowly at first, the faster she moves her 
body up and down on his member, jacking him with her muscular 
vagina. One of the naked men grab his arms and hold them while 
Wendy has her way with him moving at her own pace to bring herself 
to orgasm. She rubs her clitoris as he begs her to kiss him. 

Soon she cums. Immediately she climbs off and asks, “Ready?” 

“Yes, Yes, YES! Wendy, bite it off.” 

As Wendy bites through his cock he cums. As she gets up off him and 
slowly pulls his penis form her mouth the other men hold his arms 
as his sperm pumps out out of the small hole left in his pelvis and 
onto his stomach and the shaved pubis where his penis used to be. 
Wendy, nonchalantly, walks sexily across the room to the jar to 
inset his penis in the penis jar with the rest. 

The men, all without penises now slowly get dressed and ready to 
leave. Wendy, exhausted but content lays down on the couch. One of 
the men drags one of the tubs toward the kitchen. 

Another, one hand holding tight to his crotch looks at Wendy. 
Wendy, looking back says, “Get a razor and shave my legs and 
crotch.” “And be careful not to nick me, blood makes me sick.” He 
nods his head and slowly goes to the bathroom to do as he is asked. 
Wendy falls asleep while he carefully shaves her.

Wendy wakes up to the sound of a four-wheel drive Explorer 
starting. The sun is bright on the Indiana snow shining reflections 
through the window of the farmhouse. As Wendy’s eyes open Ryan is 
standing looking upon her perfect body.

“Looks like you have had quite a night.” 

Wendy, suddenly conscious of her nudity pulls the covers over her. 
“Ryan,” she says firmly, “Where are my clothes?”

“Good question. I was about to ask you the same thing. I received 
an anonymous phone call telling me where to find you. You are lucky 
that you didn’t freeze to death in that blizzard.” “Here, put these 
boots on and Put this overcoat on.” 

“Do you know where my car is? All of my clothes are in it.” Wendy 
thought as she dropped the covers and looked down. She noticed that 
she was completely devoid of pubic hair. She started turning red 
with embarrassment. Ryan wraps his coat around her as she puts her 
bare feet into the boots. 

“Don’t worry Wendy, You won’t need clothes at my place. If you 
really get to missing them you can just wear mine until the snow 
drifts melt enough so that we can find you car.” “Welcome to 
Indiana.” 

“Oh, God! Ryan, this is so strange!” Wendy exclaimed as memories of 
the night before were flooding Wendy’s consciousness. Was it really 
real? She thought How did I get shaved if it wasn’t? 

“Wendy, the Indiana winter nights have a way of playing tricks on 
you mind.” Ryan stated matter of factly. I love you shaved. Would 
you stay that way for me?

“Y-Y-Yes, I guess so.”

They went out and the north wind whipped under Wendy’s coat giving 
her goose-bumps and making her nipples harden instantly. As the 
Explorer plowed it’s way up the road through the drifts Wendy 
curled up and cuddled in the warm cab under Ryan’s strong arm. 

She never noticed the jar full of hot dogs in the back seat.