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him to step up to her and bury himself between them. His cock strained against his pants as he gazed
with increasingly lusting eyes up at the beautiful teenager, his mind devilishly churning with lascivious and
devious thoughts as to how best bring her under his control and body ...
Suddenly laughing, Wendy held her pose for a moment, thumbs pressed against her slender, sculptured
sides, fingers splayed across her belly. "Mr. Preston? What're you doing?"
"Exercising King," he called back. "Come on down."
"All right." She giggled delightedly and disappeared from view, only to appear a few minutes later at the
back door. She came across the yard, provocative in her walk and stance without even being aware of
her natural sensuality. "Gee, you have a nice dog, Mr. Preston."
"Call him King," he grinned at her as she patted King's head. King lolled his tongue out appreciatively
and panted. "And call me David; it's a lot less formal between friends."
"Oh? Are we friends?" she said coyly.
"Aren't we?" He knew this was a game, a teasing game that teenage girls love to play and never mean.
He knew it and went along with it. Lose a battle, win the war ...
"Sure we are, I guess, David. And I'm Wendy."
"I know. I heard your mother call you yesterday."
"Oh her," she grimaced.
Normally, such a reaction would be expected of a girl, it being no more than the usual unmeant disdain
for parents, but Preston caught a deep undercurrent of true feeling behind her casual remark. Being the
man he was with his devotion to seduction, he felt that there might be a weak point in which to drive the
wedge of his cock; with the jungle instinct of a predatory lion of long experience, he began shaping a
plan of attack around that innocuous throwaway comment.
"Where's your girl-friend?" Wendy asked slyly. She hadn't forgotten about the moans and growls of lust
which had been emanating from his room while her mother masturbated. That didn't bother her-after all,
David was a man, and such things were to be expected of him; her mother was the seed of her anguish.
"You know, the blonde one you had in your room last night."
If Wendy had the impression he'd blush like the boys she knew would have, she was mistaken. He
threw back his head and laughed uproarishly. "You know about Gloria, then?"
"Sure, the whole block does, you were making so much noise."
"What the hell, can't two people enjoy themselves?"
Wendy changed the subject, feeling it was getting a little too intimate for her; she wanted to escape
lewdness, not get more of it. "I thought she'd be over here today with you," she said casually, but she felt
her cheeks beginning to burn.
David chuckled, the man catching the blush on her pretty face. "Yeah, she left early to go to her
brother's place. She'll be living there, you see."
"Oh ..."
"You planning to sun-bathe?" he asked nonchalantly.
"Well ... there isn't anything else really to do," she replied. "But I'd sure like to get away from here. You
have a car?"
"Gloria's got it."
"Oh, yeah. Gloria."
"Come on, Wendy, she's just a friend. I'm not married to her."
"You sleep with her, don't you?" she blurted out before she'd realized what she'd been thinking. She
averted her eyes, angry at herself, and embarrassed at the way David laughed at her again.
What do you know about sex, little lady?"
"More than you think," she said grimly. "More than you think."
He chortled again. David lewdly thought about the pawing, groping hands of the local kids on her tender
breasts, and her passion-filled kissing in the drive-in. She was still a virgin; Christ, he could almost smell
her quivering little hymen stretched across her cherry cunt ... well, if he had his way, she'd sure have a lot
of knowledge about sex, straight from his throbbing cock! But he'd have to get her away from here,
away from the prying eyes of her mother-another luscious cunt he wasn't forgetting to consider ways and
means about-and all the other distractions. Someplace quiet ...
"Well, how about the boat?" the older man suggested, thumbing towards the Thompson outboard.
"Heck, I've seen everywhere that's anywhere around the bay, and the boat's not big enough to take out
in open water."
"Well, I haven't seen everywhere and anywhere. Show me."
She looked up at him. Why not? A beautiful day, and it would give her something to do, and he was
such a nice, understanding and cool guy. He might be over thirty, but he's not square, she thought,
nodding her head in sudden agreement. "I'll get the keys," she said.
"And I'll get ... some other things," Preston added, grinning with intense pleasure. Some extra special
other things ...
It had been a very fine suggestion, Wendy thought dreamily some hours later, the day blue-and-white,
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