"King Daddy, I wanna date Charlie!" Wendy demanded, referring to one of her father's golf buddies.
"But Princess, Charlie is dating Plum!" said Bowser.
"I DON'T CARE! I WANNA DATE HIM!"
Bowser sighed. Wendy was always asking him to force celebrities to date her, and quite often it didn't work.
"I'll see what I can do…"
Wendy put on her itsy bitsy teeny weeny white-on-pink polka-dot bikini and retreated to the private Jacuzzi that her father built in one of the castle's dungeons. It was surrounded by frosty glass that gave it the appearance of an ice palace, which only added to the ambience.
Wendy closed the glass door and turned on the bubbles. She brought pool toys with her – a water noodle and a Bowser-head inner tube that Bowser Junior usually used. She threw the stuff into the pool and eased herself in. It felt hot at first, almost too hot, but in a minute the heat became soothing.
Wendy was almost lulled to sleep by the heat. Her mind turned to dreamy thoughts, and the noodle started to look like a huge dick.
Wendy put the noodle between her legs and rubbed the length of it up and down her clitoris. Her head buzzed with the sensation of happy, and she rubbed it faster and faster until it chafed.
Wendy let go of the noodle and turned around to see what she found to be a cute, handsome face floating in the water. The spiky brown hair and those dark, defined, kissable lips…
Wendy grabbed the inner tube and smooched it on the face, wrapping her tail around the ring part. She then got on top of it and started bouncing up and down on the head, snarling with fierce pleasure every time she banged her clit into it, and making believe she was whipping a chained Charlie.
Wendy was wet and excited. Her clit came, and was now past pleasurable stimulation, but her vagina was still yearning. She needed penetration.
She angrily squeezed the inner tube, screaming, " I demand that you fuck me RIGHT NOW!"
Wendy shoved her crotch to the bubble jet just when it was about to turn on.
The jet of hot water jammed inside her and the hot "cum" rocked Wendy's body electric, so hard that she saw electric stars spark in her eyes. There was no painful tearing of hymen, for she had lost her virginity ages ago.
Wendy rather missed that first moment of pain, back when her on-and-off again BF Boom Boom claimed her virginity. She rather liked pain to contrast against and set off the pleasure.
Wendy banged her crotch into the concrete surface of the side of the pool. She banged it harder and harder, fighting the pressure of the hot water jet, banged it faster and faster, until the jet of water felt like it was tearing her uterus apart.
Wendy screamed. Her shrieking was almost glass shattering; cracks appeared in the now steam-frosted glass walls. The sound at first sounded rough and painful, rather like a woman in labor, but after several seconds it evolved into a call of climactic delight.
Wendy pulled her crotch away from the jet and the water, mixed with her cum, burst out in an orgasmic aftershock.
Wendy panted and panted. She gazed dreamily into the eyes of the inner tube, distantly aware that it was not Charlie, but not really caring.
Bowser opened the glass door and was surprised to see Wendy in there.
Wendy looked blissful – perhaps too blissful. But her father didn't seem to notice.
"Sweetums? Um, well, sorry, I tried getting Charlie to agree to date you… and he responded by hitting me with a golf club… in a very painful spot… I need a private moment in the Jacuzzi, if you don't mind."
Wendy perked up, widened her eyes in shock and disgust, and ran out of the Jacuzzi, snickering.
