Allen Whitten - The teaser next door

"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.