Allen Whitten - The teaser next door

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!"