The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 18
The County Fair

For the next couple days after the Fourth of July, I got a real taste of what growing up in Lisa's family was like in the summer time. We would of course have our little private swim sessions each morning, but after breakfast and everyone was dressed, someone would invariably pull or push someone else into the pond and soon the whole family, often including Kris, was swimming in their clothes. Once you were wet, you stayed wet, no changing clothes and making more laundry for Kris either. (Sounds a lot like Darcie's stories about growing up, doesn't it?) Lisa and Connie were scheduled to close at Uncle Roy's water slide Thursday and Friday, but no one cared if they showed up to work all wet there so we played in the pond right up until time to go and then I tagged along. Roy didn't care as long as I didn't bother Lisa too much. Then since Lori usually worked the same shift they did, (Roy wasn't nepotistic at all, was he?), we ended up in the motel pool one night after the slide closed where I got to practice my newly developed front and backflip skills, and we all went dam sliding in the dark the next.

However, the Carroll County Fair started that Sunday. The family had always gone on opening day. Don't dress up, Lisa had cautioned me. The fairgrounds was dusty and often muddy. The rides were sometimes dirty and more than one time the kids in the family had found some wet or messy mischief to get into. I wore some cut-offs that had survived dam sliding a couple of nights earlier with nothing more than holes in both back pockets and a little algae stain, an old red tank top faded from too many swims in chlorinated pools and my water sneakers that had been in Lisa's pond and down the dam too many times to count by now. Lisa, Connie and Lori all wore faded cutoffs cut so short their hip pockets stuck out their legs. Lisa wore a gray ribbed tank with a racer back and proudly showed off the threadbare straps of an old white bra that obviously had seen it's better days, (God, I thought she looked HOT!), and her old low-top Converse that usually ended up in the water. Connie was wearing the same or similar McKenzie High School P.E. gray t-shirt with the sleeves cut out that she had on when I met her, and the hint of a gray bra stuck out where the arm holes had been cut wide. Lori wore a red crop top that provided a nice view of her tanned belly-button region, not that I lingered on it for too long.

The four of us rode with Kris in the Chevy wagon. Lisa sat in the center of the front seat with me on the passenger side. Connie, Lori and Bobby sat in the back seat. Lisa joked that Bobby must be in heaven because she sensed he had a crush on Lori. Mike and Charlie were in the way back or vomit seats as any kid of the era knew the rear-facing third seats of the old wagons were called. Jeff Senior was meeting everyone there since he had gone early to finish getting his store's display ready in the commercial building. Bret and Lori's boyfriendTerry! That was his name! Bret and Terry were coming in Bret's truck and would meet us there.

Lisa, Connie, Lori and I split from Kris and the boys when we arrived and went off to look for Bret and Terry. Bret, always the farm kid, insisted on wearing jeans, but these had both knees blown out. He also wore a plain white t-shirt. Terry had opted for cut-offs and a well-worn light blue t-shirt from a concert.

Lisa had given me good advice about not dressing up. Most of the fairgrounds was loose dust and within ten minutes after arriving and walking around we all had filthy shoes and dust rings from the tops of our ankles down to our shoes.

It was HOT too! After some rides on the midway, we were all ready to cool off. The dunk tank was unfortunately not wanting volunteers. The police department had it for that day to raise money for their Police Athletic League and were only using traffic officers on the hot seat. Bret did dunk a cute blond officer who had once given him a ticket though.

Then we heard an announcement: There is still time to sign up for the 'Catch the Piglet' contest at two this afternoon by the swine barn.

Ooooo! Let's go sign up! Connie urged.

What's the 'Catch the Piglet' contest? I asked.

Bret replied, It's a 'greased pig' sort of thing. They turn this little pig loose in this big mud pit and you try to catch him. I think you win a steak dinner at the Angus House if you can. No one usually does though. They just get covered in mud.

I've heard it's a lot of fun, Lori added, unless you're scared to get muddy.

Lisa piped up in my defense before I could speak: My man isn't afraid of a little mud! Are you sweetums?

Well I guess I'm not, I replied.

Good! We can be a team! Lisa bubbled.

We went to the swine barn and found where to sign up and indeed the prize if you caught the piglet and held him for five seconds before he wiggled loose was a steak dinner for two at the Angus House. We were all undoubtedly going to end up looking like little piggies ourselves, but Lisa really wanted to do it, playing in the mud was fun and we would at least get to cool off.

Two o'clock came and we gathered around the pen to watch and wait for our turns. They didn't make it easy to get around in there. The mud was a very gooey consistency and was ankle to shin deep in spots. We got a good preview of what was in store for us as individuals and teams of two tried to catch one of the little pigs they turned loose. Mud was their natural habitat but the people were completely uncoordinated. No one seemed to care as most contestants seemed happy looking like a total fool out there and were laughing harder than any of us watching. A lot were dressed in grubby clothes like we were. I suppose since everyone knew how dirty the fairgrounds was anyway. However for several people, who teamed up with someone else, this was an event and they came dressed that way. A lot of them came in costume, including a bride and groom. That was really funny since this was long before the trash the dress craze started. They didn't get anywhere near the pig once as a tux and wedding dress are not conducive to maneuvering through deep mud. They are conducive to falling on your face several times, and by the way the couple was laughing their asses off, I assumed that was all they really wanted to do anyway. There were also two girls dressed as cheerleaders, two girl twins dressed in sexy milkmaid outfits and a man and woman in full clown makeup.

Lisa and I were the first team from the six of us to be called up. No one had caught the pig by that point.

You really want to try to win or are we just going to be dorks in the mud? I asked.

We are going to be dorks in the mud either way so we may as well try to win the dinner, she replied. I have a plan.

Despite being around my uncle's place a lot growing up, Lisa was the true country kid between us, although she didn't really grow up on a farm either. I actually figured if any of us had a shot it was Bret and Connie since Bret really was a farm kid. However, I listened to Lisa's plan. She would get behind the pig and chase it and I would try to cut it off from in front of it. We had three minutes to do it. Why wouldn't it work?

We waded barefoot into the mud. They didn't use the same piglet each time, but by our turn, all of them were well-muddied. They turned the piglet loose and we were immediately in trouble. Lisa took off after it and I headed around the pen the other way. I slipped and went right down to my knees. I could hear Connie laughing over the crowd. By the time I got to my feet, Lisa was chasing the piglet around the corner and it was heading right toward me. Knowing I was going to get trashed eventually anyway, I dove forward and got hold of it right under my abdomen about the same time my face planted in the gooey soup. The muddy piglet slipped right through my hands. I briefly got hold of its leg but it slipped free and ran right out between my legs.

Meanwhile, Lisa was still coming right at me at full speed. I looked up and forced my eyes open just in time to see her feet.

Oh! Crap! she screamed. I shoved my face back into the mud and crossed my arms over my head to protect it. Connie literally screeched. Lisa tried to dodge me at the last second. She missed kicking me in the head, but her foot caught on my arm sticking out and she tripped. I felt some part of her land on my butt, but her momentum carried her forward and she slid face first off of me.

We managed to sit up and look at each other and lost a few seconds laughing at ourselves. We went from fairly clean to nearly covered in one collision.

Seeing its pursuers had stopped, the piglet stopped and studied us from across the pen.

Let's sneak up from two sides, I suggested.

We tried to trap the piglet between us. It sat there until the last possible moment and took off as we pounced. I ended up tackling my Lisa and ending up on top of her with her on her back in the mud. She'd gotten some mud in her hair on top when she slid off of me earlier, but now her hair was totally engaged. She looked up at me and snickered, then rolled me off so I landed on my back to completely cover us both in mud.

We gave up on strategy and finished off our time just running and diving at the piglet which eluded us every time. We didn't care by that point. The crowd was having fun watching us make total fools of ourselves like they had enjoyed every other contestant. When the horn went off signifying the end of our turn, we had just dropped to our knees facing each other trying to trap the piglet.

Face plant, I whispered.

My Lisa knew exactly what I meant. We were both clowns and goofballs at heart. We both fell forward past each other and let our faces sink into the thick soup. The crowd loved it.

We got to our feet and left the pen hand-in-hand. Bret and Connie were next and met us at the gate.

At least you lost with style, Bret said.

And you look wonderful! Connie added.

I scooped a handful of mud from my clothes and plopped it into Connie's hair. She didn't even try to resist, but just stood there and giggled. There was a lot more in store for her anyway.

Most people went straight to the hose down station when they were done, but we wanted to watch the rest of our group. I noticed Lisa fidgeting, shifting her weight back and forth and grinning.

What's that all about? I asked, though I thought I knew.

My underwear is full of mud, she whispered back. It feels really good! I was right!

I wiggled my legs back and forth a few times and said, It sure does! and we both giggled at each other.

The horn went off for Bret and Connie who had failed just as miserably as we had and were just as covered in mud. Lisa elbowed me and indicated she wanted me to follow her lead.

Hey, losers! You look marvelous! she shouted, leaning over the fence surrounding the pen.

Yeah! Where's that steak dinner? I teased, leaning out the same way.

Connie scooped up a big ball of mud and chucked it at Lisa. Bret did the same thing to me and they nailed us both in the face. We didn't duck or flinch. We were looking for a big laugh from the crowd and we got it. The four of us watched Lori and Terry nearly catch their piglet. They got him cornered and Terry got his hands around a back leg, but it squirmed away before the five seconds you had to hold it was up. They emerged from the pen covered head-to-toe in mud as we were and laughing the loudest of all of us. We were satisfied. The steak dinner would have been a nice prize, but all we really wanted was the chance to play in the mud and cool off.

We hosed each other off as best we could. Our clothes were soaked and left with a dingy brown tint that would not rinse out. It had started clouding up and rain was in the forecast so we went off to find Kris and the boys.

Kris's reaction was totally predictable. What on Earth have you been doing? she cried at the sight of the six of us. Here you are all grown and I can't trust any of you not to make total messes of yourselves! Of course by now I knew this was just a game she played with us. Anyone who hosted daily underwear swims with her daughters and me really couldn't be that upset about a little mud.

We tried to catch the piglet, Connie replied.

Looks more like you were trying out to become piglets, Kris shot back, visibly fighting to hold back the laughter in front of the boys. They were just as prone to nonsense like this, but I guess we were supposed to set a better example. I hope Bret doesn't mind bringing you home because you're not riding in my good car like that! she finally declared.

O.K, Mom, Connie said when Bret nodded.

Kris rolled her eyes and sighed, but I could see her finally give up and start shaking with laughter as she walked away. Charlie kept looking back at us, as if he wouldn't mind having us show him where we got so wet and muddy.

Connie claimed shotgun when we got to Bret's truck so Lori, Terry, Lisa and I climbed into the back as the first drops of rain started to fall. By the time we were out of the fairgrounds, it was raining steadily on us. By the time Bret stopped at a light and Connie jumped out, ran around and climbed over the tailgate, it was pouring!

What are you doing? my soaking Lisa asked over the downpour with water dripping in streams from her hair.

I'm not going to miss the chance to swim in a pickup! Connie replied. Bret said to roll out the tarp you're sitting on.

The tarp was large enough to cover the bed and sides and block water from running out around the tailgate. Water started filling up fast and when Bret drove to the little park by the dam instead of Lisa's house and backed the bed under where water was pouring over the picnic shelter's clogged gutters, we had ourselves a swimming pool in a matter of minutes.

Bret joined us and we swam and wrestled in our pool with water rolling over the sides and the tailgate. Huge raindrops from the warm summer shower pounded us and the steady downpour provided us a constant supply of water pouring off the roof of the picnic shelter. Lisa was absolutely sexy with her bedraggled hair constantly falling over her face every time I would dunk her under. Her old cutoffs and gray tank were tinted brownish from the mud earlier and her white bra straps that stuck out were now a dark tan. We all were a sight to tell the truth.

Let's go to the dam! Lori suggested. The mud slide is still there!

Ah, the simple pleasures of sliding down a spillway in the pouring rain and wearing holes in already ruined clothes and then wrestling your love into the muddy pool at the end of the mud slide. All six of us definitely had a self-destructive streak when it came to making total messes and total fools of ourselves. Even though the rain rinsed us off a little, by the time we started back for the picnic area, we were nearly as muddy as we had been chasing the pigs around. Our clothes were totally trashed to boot. Lisa, Lori and I all had back pockets on our cutoffs either total ripped off or hanging by threads and holes worn through in the seat showing off our muddy underwear. We had also rode down the dam and slid through the mud a lot on our stomachs, tearing holes in the well-worn shirts we wore. Bret gave in once his jeans started ripping out more and cut the legs off with his pocket knife so he looked the most ragged of all of us. We all loved it. Looking like refugees was a badge of honor for us. It meant we had fun no matter the cost, but it wasn't over yet.

Everybody into the lake! Connie declared when we reached the picnic area. We can't ride home like this!

It was still raining pretty hard. Very large puddles were forming in the picnic area and gravel parking lot. We kick-splashed each other on our way to the dock. The guys all picked up their special ladies and ran off the dock with them shrieking in delight.

Something about swimming in that lake in the rain just made you want to shed some of your clothes. Connie was first, pulling the ruined P.E. t-shirt over her head and giving us all a view of her threadbare bra. Soon we were all in just our underwear and what a show it was, at least for us guys! Lisa, Lori and Connie had all worn old ratty, threadbare bras and panties that even with the mud's brownish tint left very little to the imagination soaking wet. Nipples, patches and camel toes were all quite visible and none of the three of them acted like she cared. Then again, acting like total dorks and idiots always made us a little horny. Of course, we guys were entertaining them too. Bret wore tiny-whities that left nothing to the imagination. Terry was wearing a pair of light blue boxers that went transparent as well as clinging to every detail when he rose up out of the water. I was in gray boxer briefs that while more opaque, still clung to every curve and bulge. And we were all starting to bulge. Being late in the summer, the lake was really warm and so was the rain. There was nothing cooling about our swim and both males and females were getting bolder and grabbier by the minute.

Connie called Lisa and Lori over into a huddle in the shallow water.

No! I heard Lori exclaim with a surprised grin on her face as she reared back from the huddle and looked over at Terry.

C'mon! Connie urged and pulled her head back into the huddle. Lisa just looked at me and giggled.

It looked like the sisters were doing their best to win their best friend over and she finally giggled and nodded. We three guys knew something was about to happen. The girls broke their huddle and looked at us seductively standing in a row in waist-deep water.

Swim over and sit on the edge of the dock, Connie commanded.

Yes, ma'am! Bret replied. I think we all knew what was coming.

We swam over to the dock and climbed on and let our legs dangle in the deep water. Our girls swam up to each of us and held onto the dock between our legs.

Need to get you out of these! Lisa teased, tugging on my underwear. I thought she was just going to expose me, but she yanked them down my legs and off of me and disappeared under the water with them, just like Connie and Lori did with their guys' shorts. Then all three of them emerged from the water again empty-handed.

Oops! they all teased in unison.

You better have something good in store to make up for that, I playfully warned. I knew they did and the underwear was no great loss other than needing it to hide my skin through all the holes in my shorts when I got dressed again.

Oh, we do! Lisa replied, coming up between my legs and giving my exposed cock a couple of rubs with her hand.

With the rain pouring over our naked male bodies, our girls all went down on us together. My darling, bedraggled Lisa sucked me for all she was worth. I spread my legs wide, leaned back on my elbows and enjoyed her making up for sinking my underwear. It was the first time for me to ever have any kind of sex in a group setting and Lisa confessed later that it was a first time for all of them as far as she knew. Lori had resisted the idea of course, but once she committed, she was all in. She was swallowing Terry like a pro without a care in the world that she was exposed for anyone who wanted to, to see.

Lisa was no slouch herself and Connie made it apparent that it wasn't her first time either. Terry gave up his load first, I filled Lisa's mouth next and Bret held out the longest before treating Connie to a mouthful of cum. There wasn't a spitter in the bunch either.

We three guys all looked at each other with the same idea.

Your turn, ladies, I said.

We each stood and pulled our one and only onto the dock with us. I used my special talent to undo Lisa's bra and pulled it off into my hand. The other guys struggled a little more but all three girls eventually stood topless and grinning at us. We pulled down their panties to the dock next and the girls stepped out of them. Then all three of us guys stepped back to the edge of the dock and threw the girls' underwear over our shoulders. Turnabout was fair play. Lisa put her hands on her hips and cocked her head with one of those, What am I going to do with you? smiles. Oh, how her tits shook when she did that!

You know we deserved that, Lori admitted to the other two.

Yeah, Lisa and Connie said in unison.

Now get in that lake and get busy! Lisa declared.

We three guys jumped in the water and the girls took our former spots on the edge of the dock with their legs spread wide open. I buried myself in Lisa's pussy and went to town on her. All three of them were absolutely horny by this point and despite being in the water so much, Lisa's pussy just gushed and gushed. I always loved getting a face full.

As aroused as she was, she was also a little tired, so it took a while to take her all the way. When my jaw would get tired, I would rest by sucking on her clit while I used a finger to stroke her. When she finally came, I showed her my devotion by licking my finger clean. She loved that!

I have to admit that this wouldn't happen now, but I was twenty then and Bret and Terry were eighteen. Nothing like having your entire face rubbing up against a girl's pussy to recharge your spent batteries at that age. Lisa was the last one to finish and the three of us pulled ourselves onto the dock sporting young men's boners.

Lisa, Connie and Lori were still sitting in the pouring rain with their legs spread wide. What reason would any of them have to hide now? They looked back and forth at each other and nodded. Then they looked back at us with the same wicked grin on each of their faces.

Fuck us, they said in unison and crab walked a little further onto the dock and then laid back.

Luckily the dock had just been rebuilt that summer and the new wood was free of splinters because the girls would have definitely had plenty of them in their asses and we guys would have had our knees full of them. With rain pounding my bare back and ass, I was doing some rigorous pounding of my own. My Lisa moaned and whimpered while I thrust in and out of her stimulated pussy. Having gotten off already myself once, I was able to relax and not meter my enthusiasm, but rather take long and deliberate strokes into her.

I could hear the other two couples enjoying themselves. Lori gave herself over to an intense orgasm first and I could hear the grunts as Terry joined her. Lisa appeared to be next. Her breathing picked up and I could feel her tightening up around me. She threw her head back in euphoria and wailed in the rain and I let go and filled up another of her body cavities, the one I was really supposed to. We giggled at each other a little. She looked so beautiful lying under me with the rain falling on her face. Still coupled, we kissed passionately while we waited for Connie and Bret, today's dynamos to finish.

What a great day! Lisa said when we both sat up. I love you so much!

She was so lovely. Rain rolled down her face and dripped from the ends of her brown hair and the tips of her naked nipples. There were four other naked people there on the dock, but I didn't see anyone but her. I love you, too! I replied.

We'd best get dressed and head home, Lisa said as all six of us slowly got to our feet. Mom has got to be wondering what happened to us.

Not just yet! I said and swept her up into my arms. I had to jump in the lake naked together with my sweetheart just once. Lisa shrieked with happy delight as we flew off the end of the dock together. Bret and Terry followed us carrying Connie and Lori and Lisa's plans to leave were thwarted for another half hour or so while we skinny-dipped in the rain.

We dressed commando in our ragged clothes. Connie jumped into the front with Bret but Terry, Lori, Lisa and I rode back to Lisa's in our swimming pool. The garage door went up as we pulled up Lisa and Connie's drive and Kris stepped out to the open door and watched us piling out of the truck in rain that had let up just a little, not that it mattered to us.

We knew we were in for a typical Kris tongue lashing when we saw her shaking her head and fighting the urge to laugh out loud and the site of her two daughters and their friends. Deep down, Kris was a lot like Lisa and Connie even now, so I knew she had to have been just like them at their age. Even so, she had a duty to discourage some of their behavior even though both she and Jeff found it hilarious.

What have you kids been doing? she asked. And, my God, where is your underwear? she added when she noticed how since coming out of the pool Lisa and Lori's tops were plastered to every lovely detail of their braless bodies. Connie had similar problems getting out in the rain and getting freshly soaked, but Lisa and Lori would tie to win a wet t-shirt contest hands down.

At the bottom of the lake, Connie answered matter-of-factly.

Kris sighed and started to say something but was interrupted by Mike screaming, WOW! LOOK AT THAT! as all three boys shot past her out of the garage into the rain and headed straight for Bret's truck bed swimming pool.

BOYS! Get back in here! Kris yelled. I could hear her wanting to laugh as all three of them ignored her and climbed up the back bumper and jumped over the tailgate into the water, clothes, shoes and all. She lost her composure and snickered at them for a second before turning her attention back to us.

Now, tell me just how did your underwear end up at the bottom of the lake?

The six of us looked back and forth at each other. We were still standing outside the garage in the rain, not that it mattered. We hadn't been dry since trying to catch the pig. However this was going to be difficult to explain without giving ourselves away. Then again, would Kris really care?

Jeff came out of the house and rescued us. Hey! Now that tarp was what we needed that day after church. You remember that, Kris? How much fun the kids had riding home in the rain in the back of the truck? Looking at me he said, Lisa's told you that story, right?

Before I could answer, he addressed Kris again. Look, Charlie's getting a chance to see what it was like! The boys were swimming and splashing up a storm in the back of Bret's truck.

Yeah, may as well just let them have fun now, Kris said with just the hint of a grin on her face.

You know what that means? He asked. It means that we're the only ones who haven't!

Kris knew she was in trouble. Her face also seemed to show that she knew she wasn't going to get out of being tossed into the back of Bret's truck. She was dressed much like I remember her the first day I met her, a red sleeveless top tied across her stomach, giving a nice view of her belly button, a pair of cutoffs nearly as short as the girls', and a pair of flip-flops. Jeff! Don't you dare! she protested, her voice really starting to crack.

No! PUT ME DOWN! she cried when he grabbed her over his shoulder and walked out into the rain. Jeff was also in flip-flops, a pair of longer cutoffs and a white t-shirt. Kris kicked as he carried her through the rain and climbed Bret's back bumper. We followed to watch.

The boys started splashing her the moment he set her down on the tailgate. STOP! she commanded, speaking to both Jeff and the boys.

Dunk 'er, Dad! Charlie urged. Kris was pretty well soaked from the splashing at that point and gave up to let Jeff lift up her legs and let her slide backwards off the tailgate into the water. She gave herself over and went completely under with a defeated grin on her face to pop up with water pouring from the brown ponytail she wore in her hair.

I hope you're happy now! she complained. I was about to start fixing dinner now that the kids are home! She looked down at her front. Her braless top left as little to the imagination as her daughters and their friend's did now. She caught all three of us guys staring for just a second and shot us a half-hearted scolding look. However for me at least, it would not be the last time I saw her wet and sexy.

Plenty of time for that, Jeff said and climbed over the tailgate to join her as their boys cheered.

There's not enough room for everybody, Kris said. We may as well go out back.

And so we did and everyone had a blast in the pond together until well after dark when we finally cleaned up and dried off to head into town piled into both station wagons to eat at Mug and Burger drive-in. I loved this family!