"Wendy." It was her mother's voice.
Freshly awake, Wendy yawned and stretched her youthful muscles. Her breasts rose and tightened as she lifted her arms high above her head, arching her back.
"Yes, Mother."
"It's time to get up, dear. You mustn't be a slug-a-bed."
Thank goodness her mother was on the other side of her bedroom door, so that she could not see the awful face that Wendy made. For Christ's sakes, couldn't a girl get a little sleep on Saturday. She'd been popping out of bed for nine months now, going to school, and it seemed grossly unfair to have to follow the same routine on Saturday. A girl was entitled to one day of rest. Even the Lord took off a day every now and then.
"I'm up, Mother. I'll be dressed in just a minute."
"That's good, dear. We've got some new neighbors that have come over to introduce themselves, and I'd like you to meet them."
"Be right down."
New neighbors. Well, that cast a different light on things. If there was one thing that Wendy was growing to appreciate, it was her neighbors. At least the male side of the neighborhood.
Her ass felt funny now that it was back to normal. During the final throes of her ass-fucking with Denny it had felt like a tank could be driven through her ravaged rectum, but now it was just as tight as ever.
She brushed her teeth, and combed her hair. Then she put on fresh underwear, light-green panties and a bra. A pair of shorts and halter top finished the outfit, and she added only her sandals before walking downstairs.
Her father, a thin-chested, pot-bellied man with eyes that seemed to consume everything about him, was seated in the heavy black leather chair that dominated the living room, and which was his favorite chair. He did not give the impression of strength, but he possessed a wiriness, and a steeliness that had often surprised his only daughter. And from the few times she had overheard her parents in their bedroom, he could still fuck his wife like a young man. At least her moans and cries indicated a large degree of enjoyment.
The guests were an older gentleman, who obviously took great pride in his body, and worked out several times a week. He was physically impressive, barrel-chested, and without any trace of a paunch.
His wife had not taken as good care of her body. She had accumulated some excessive flab, and the knee length shorts she wore showed the extra flesh on her thighs. She had once been a very good-looking woman, but that was years, and pounds, away.
But it was the third member of the party that attracted Wendy.
If the father was impressive physically, then the son was even more so. Over six feet, she guessed, with broad chest and straight shoulders. He was dressed casually in a sport shirt opened at the neck. His hair was modishly long, and well-groomed.
"Wendy, come in," her mother said, motioning to her.
All eyes turned to face her, and she was instantly aware that her entrance had drawn appreciative glances from father and son.
"This is my daughter, Wendy. Her father's pride and joy," beamed Samuel Halliburton. "Wendy, I'd like you to meet Ralph Sebastian, his wife Nora, and their son Ron. Ralph's an old friend, and they're going to be moving into the Nelsons' place just across the street."
She said the proper greetings, nodding and smiling, though she didn't really give a damn one way or the other about such meetings. Very soon, her father, and Mr. Sebastian would be talking business and her mother and Mrs. Sebastian would become as bored of it as she was, and would dutifully listen for a while.
Wendy was definitely interested in Ron, and when she realized that he was as disinterested in what the two older men were discussing, she rolled her eyes at him in mock dismay and jerked her head as if to say, "Let's get the hell out of here."
"Dad," Ron interrupted, "I think I'll go on over to the house. The moving van will be here before long and I think I'll take a swim in the pool. Would it be okay if Wendy came with me, Mr. Halliburton? She could fill me in on the city, where to go, what to do, that sort of thing."
Sam Halliburton nodded, his bald head bobbing.
"Sure. Glad to have you young people get acquainted."
Wendy smiled. "I'll get my suit," she said, then disappeared upstairs.
Ron watched her climb the stairs, noticed the swell of her hips, and their delicate movement. Wendy's legs were long and shapely. She was the most physically attractive girl he had ever met.
"Ron and I are very close," Ralph told Wendy's father. "We like to do a lot of things together. Don't we, Ron?"
Ron turned to the two fathers.
"Sure do, Dad. Lots of things."
Ron let his mind wander to the last thing they had done together. If his mind didn't desert him, her name was Janice. She had been a little leery of the idea at first, but Ralph Sebastian was an experienced cocks man, and when he got to pumping his prick in her eager snatch while Ron fed her his cock in her luscious mouth, she had grown to like the double-barrel action.
And from the glint in his father's eyes, it looked like they had a mutual interest in that scrumptious piece of ass who had just climbed the stairs.
He'd have to arrange that they "do" her together.
His prick already ached from the thought.
The house was empty when they entered it. Wendy had not known the Nelsons very well, and had never seen the place filled with furniture. It seemed cold, and sad. "When are you expecting the van with all your furniture?" she asked, wandering toward the back of the house. With the electricity off, the hallway was dim.
"Tomorrow."
"But I thought you said…"
"I did, but it was just an excuse to leave. And to be alone with you."
"Well, I'm flattered that you would want to be alone with me."
The whole downstairs area was carpeted except the kitchen. She stood in one of the doorways to a downstairs bedroom or study, and Ron moved close behind her.
"Any fellow who wouldn't want to be alone with you would have to be a faggot. And I'm a red-blooded American boy, much attracted to red-blooded American girls."
He placed his hands on her bare shoulders, and she stepped back into his arms. She could feel the imprint of his erect cock at her hips. He pressed his pelvis closer to her.
"Yes. I can testify to your red-bloodedness."
He nuzzled her hair.
She broke from his grasp, walked across the room and turned to face him.
He was like every young man she had ever met. The minute they met you, they were trying to mount you, or at the least get a finger in you. Well, she had to admit that she was attracted to this fellow, but she damn sure wasn't going to make it easy for him.
"You come on awfully strong, Ron."
Perhaps he had misjudged her, he told himself. He hadn't expected her to be so coy about the whole thing. He was certain that she had been putting out signals, but maybe he had misread her. Still, he meant to have some of her pussy.
One way or another.
"Sorry, but you're an awfully appealing girl. I didn't mean to offend you."
"Apology accepted. Perhaps we can have that oswim now."
"That's why we came, isn't it?"
She brushed past him and walked toward the back door.
"I'll have to get my suit from the car. Why don't you go and take a dip. I'll be right there."
"Okay."
She went to the back yard. The pool was kidney-shaped. She cast her towel aside, and with a short run propelled herself forward, cleaving the clear blue water. She swam with strong strokes under the water and came up on the opposite side, then propped herself against the side with her elbows, letting her feet dangle in the pool.
She spied Ron entering through the gate. Except for the two-story Hamilton home next door, the back yard was protected from the prying eyes of the outside world.
Ron paused several feet from the pool, his swim suit clutched in his hands. He stared at her hanging on the side of the pool, an impish grin on his face. His gaze seemed to pore over her.
"How's the water?" he shouted. His voice was husky.
"Fine," she affirmed. "Come on in."
She expected him to step into the kitchen and change, but to her wide-eyed amazement, he stripped off his shirt and pants right where he stood.
His shorts were full of his stout prick. She could see that he was no pygmy where his cock was concerned.
She couldn't tell if her pussy was getting wet from the intriguing sight, but she was certain that the water had gotten several degrees warmer.
Then the water must have gotten boiling, because the heat in her pussy shot higher.
Ron had pulled his shorts over his bulging prick head.
Wendy gasped at the sheer audacity of the young man.
Her cunt tingled, which she tried to quell.
And then instead of slipping on his swim suit, he sprinted across the yard, his naked body slicing into the water, his plunge heading in a straight line toward her.
Wendy broke from tier position and kicked out from the side of the pool and swam strongly away. When he surfaced, she was gone and he gulped the sweet air into his lungs. He spied her on the other side of the pool sucking the clean cool air into her lungs, her tits heaving as she did so.
"I could have sworn you were right here," he said, leering at her.
"Now you see it, now you don't," she said, smiling at him.
He shoved himself away from the poolside, and made for her position. Wendy laughed exuberantly, then pushed herself out of the water, and stood poised just above where she had been propped and where he would be surfacing at any moment.
When his head broke the water, she shoved powerfully with her legs, diving over his head, striking the water cleanly. His hands reached futilely for her as she soared over him.
But this time he did not hesitate. He stroked powerfully under the water as he caught sight of her slim legs.
They scissored frantically, and then he saw them settle as she came to rest at approximately the same point she had been when the race started.
Wendy surfaced, spewing water, her eyes scanning the pool. Ron was nowhere in sight. She was about to lift herself from the pool when she felt his hands gripping her thighs, holding her still. She yelped as she felt them being pushed apart, and his hand tugging aside her bikini crotch band, and a finger slipping into her cunt.
Ron's head burst from the water and he stood breathless beside her.
His finger had not deserted her, and she made no attempt to remove it.
"Now you feel it…" He jerked his hand away from her cunt. "And now you don't."
She frowned. She had liked the feel of his finger.
"Gosh, you're a strong swimmer," she said.
"Just barely missed making the team at college."
"Then I didn't stand much of a chance of eluding you, did I?" She stroked his chest, where only a few sparse hairs grew. He pressed himself to her, cupping one of her tits and massaging it.
"Very little."
"Ummm, that feels nice." She dropped her hand under the water and found his prick. Her fingers trailed lightly over its hardness.
"That feels nice too."
"I'll say," he grunted.
Then he was pressing himself flat against her, his mouth seeking hers, and finding it. She opened to receive his probing tongue, let it swab her lips, her teeth. She could feel his cock thrusting into her belly.
He released her and slipped beneath the water, and tugged at her bikini bottoms. They slipped over her thighs, down her legs, over her ankles. She still balanced herself by bracing close to the poolside.
Ron's hands caressed her thighs beneath the water, toyed with her pubic bush, then spread open her legs wide enough to insert his head. He placed his mouth close to her cunt, then exhaled the pent-up breath in his lungs. The air bubbles bombarded her pussy, trailed over her ass and belly as they fought their way to the top.
When Ron was beside her again, she told him how much it had tickled her, like hundreds of little fingers touching sensitive areas and then fleeing erratically.
"If I were a fish, I'd suck your pussy underwater. Can you imagine that?" He crossed his eyes, stuck out his lips, and sucked in his cheeks, then worked his mouth fishlike.
It was a ludicrous sight, and Wendy laughed pleasantly.
"You liked that." She nodded. "Have you ever seen my impression of an octopus?"
"No, but I've known a few boys who made like octopusses in a car."
"That's octopi, Wendy."
"That's octo-fuck you, for correcting me. Besides I'm right, too."
Ron sighed.
"Honey, everything's right about you. You're about the best chick I've ever met."
Wendy put her hand to her mouth and blinked her eyes vampishly.
"I'll bet you say that to all the girls," she said, in a little-girl voice.
It was Ron's turn to be amused.
"You're sexy even when you're fooling around."
"Oh, if I'm so sexy, then why haven't you tried to put that long prick of yours in me?"
She pressed her thighs to his crotch, felt the stout cock throbbing and the heavy sac of his balls.
"Baby, I thought you'd never ask."
"Well, the gate's open. Come on in."
He moved to face her, and she spread her legs to accommodate him. But, when he tried to put his cock in her, he found that the buoyant effect of the water was interfering. Since they were in the deeper part of the pool, he had nothing to brace his feet on.
"I'll never understand how a fish fucks," he said, frowning.
Wendy was laughing at his unsuccessful efforts.
"Here I am, ass-naked to the world, and you can't get your prick in me. Whatever happened to the innovative spirit in man. Where have you gone, Orville and Wilbur Wright? If man can fly, surely he can find a way to screw in the water."
Ron pursed his lips thoughtfully.
"It's just a simple matter of leverage. Say, come on down to the shallow end. We can stand and fuck there."
"Once again, man is triumphant. Let's go. I'm getting horny as hell taking about fucking. Let's get your cock inside me before the water makes my pussy so soft and wrinkled that you won't even feel me."
"I'll feel you, don't worry about that."
They swam to the shallow part of the pool.
They stood in three feet of water, smiling at one another.
Then Wendy opened her arms and spread her thighs as wide as she could.
"See if you can get it in this time," she said.
He moved into her embrace, touched his cockhead to her cunt, parting the lips with his rigid cock, and eased it into her.
"Ahhhy that's tight," he said, holding her to him.
Wendy lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, the water easing the strain of holding her up.
He placed his hands on her ass and began to lift and drop her on his pulsating prick. Her cunt protested at first, but soon the juices that the water had washed away were replaced.
Their fuck turned into a frenzied hunching.
Wendy pushed her cunt mound at him, even as his hands pried apart her ass as he lifted and dropped her.
Her pussy muscles vigorously stoked his prick as he drove into her. Wendy ground her body against him, their wet bodies slapping together, the water trapped between them, jetting upward as it was driven from between them in tiny jets of spray.
"French me while you fuck," Ron demanded. Wendy was happy to oblige.
Wendy first licked his lips, then plunged her tongue into his mouth. Her tongue achieved the same rhythm as his prick working in her cunt.
Wendy twisted her hips, agitating his cock as she did so. Her cunt sheath was massaging the sides of his dick.
"Milk me! Use your cunt to milk my cock!"
She snapped her pussy over his cock. He slammed deeper into her, shooting ripples of pleasure through her, the nerve endings of her sensitive cunt flesh raging with the fire of their fuck.
"Fuck me!" she begged. "Fuck me with that big juicy prick!"
He increased his strokes, waking her pussy flesh heat up with the furious rhythm, sending her higher and higher on the peaks of lust with his hard screwing.
Her hot hands clutched at his back as she felt the force of his fuck strokes increase. She tightened her cunt muscles on his pounding cock, and he burrowed his prick head deeper into her tortured loins.
"Fuck it, baby. Your cock owns me… ajeecee!"
She tossed and writhed, undulating against his stiff shaft, feeling her pussy contract around the base of his cock. Their breathing was erratic, and the water churned about them.
"Not long, not long… grind your ass, Wendy!"
She bounced on his cock, loving the savage prodding he was giving her. The angles of his entrance and withdrawal were forever shifting, giving her new and exciting thrills with each plunge as he explored every part of her pussy.
"Fuck me!" she panted, digging her heels into his ass, holding her upper body away from him, so that he could stick his cock more directly into her cunt.
"There, there, there, there, there!" The climax hit her, corkscrewing its way through her, the sheer strength of it causing her to claw his shoulders.
He unloaded his wad moments later, the hot sperm being trapped by the water-tight seal of their screwing.
He sucked air into his lungs.
"You are the greatest Goddamn fuck in the world."
"It's nice to be appreciated," she said.
For a young stud, he wasn't bad. Not bad at all.
Wendy wondered if she could be falling for him.
Just the aftermath of a good hard fucking. That's all.
"How about tonight? Will you go out with me tonight? We'll rent us a motel room, and try a few other things."
She nodded her agreement.
"Sounds great to me. But we'd better get dressed. I think we just gave the neighbors a good show. If I'm not mistaken, I saw a curtain move up there at the Hamiltons'."
"So they got a little X-rated entertainment."
"And if my father comes over here and finds us like this, 'X' will mark the spot all right. Where they buried you."
They dressed, and walked back over to Wendy's house.
"Don't forget tonight. I've got a few surprises for you."
"I'll bet you do," said Wendy. "I'll just bet you do."