Seymour Leggs - Tease Them With Ease

Her hips were wide, turned out, and housed a forest of brown hair which in turn framed a long, crimson slit of fully mature cunt. Her legs were open and Neil's view of the hump between her legs was perfect. It was the pussy of a woman, an earthy, experienced cunt that showed years of great care and frequent exercise.

Neil's cock also enjoyed the fine valleys and mountains of sleeping flesh. It was up, hard, stiff, and screaming to enjoy the twisting strangle of a cunt like that. But Neil had a job to do, and it was waiting half done. Regretfully he went back to the light switch and screwed it in.

As he tiptoed through the living room he was stopped by the redhead. "Is this you?" she asked, her voice carrying extreme measures of admiration and respect.

"Hmmmm?"

"This?" She held up the front page of the newspaper and once again Neil viewed himself as a hero.

He nodded like it was nothing and started for the fuse box. "Wait," she cried. "We have to wake up Rhonda and let her know! She'll be so excited!"

"Oh, I don't think we should bother her…"

He didn't have a chance. The redhead leaped from her chair and grabbed his hand. Her sudden rise made the robe part even more and Neil was winked at by a round, red nipple. It was like the eye of a small child peeking at you around mommy's leg. He wasn't left with the energy to refuse.

She tugged him into the room and stopped at the foot of the bed. Rhonda, it seemed, had partially awakened. Either that or she was having the equivalent of a wet dream. Either way, she was still nude, still spread out next to the hump of covers, still had her eyes closed. But now her hand was deep into the tropical jungle of her pussy hair and energetically probing the bright red lips of her cunt.

The redhead stopped, speechless. Neil stared, breathless. Rhonda had her middle finger well inserted inside her hole and was using her thumb to massage her swollen clitoris into a harder and harder knot. Her wide hips were making gradual rocks and rolls from one side to the other, from one bun to the other. She was working her cunt into heat with avid eagerness.

"Rhonda?" whispered the redhead.

"Hmmmmm…" Rhonda answered without opening her eyes, and Neil was privileged to watch more of her enjoyable performance.

"Uhhhh… guess who I have here."

Rhonda grinned but didn't open her eyes. "I hope it's a man…" she answered, still working her pussy lips into a fire-red heat

Neil was amazed that Rhonda continued to play with herself, even if she did think her roommate was kidding. The fact that she would lie there on the bed masturbating in front of her roommate was shocking enough.

"No, Rhonda, really, there's someone here," the redhead insisted.

"Good. Lay him on top of me…"

Rhonda's strange sense of humor finally did it. With an exasperated turn of her head the red-haired roommate said to Neil, "Go ahead. Give it to her. That'll show her who's kidding!"

There was nothing Neil would have liked to do more. But he couldn't believe the situation, his cock was upright, eager to sink its pounding head deep inside the wet, soaked box lying so open, so primed before him. The redhead stomped from the room in a show of temper, and Neil started to follow, but Rhonda's words stopped him cold.

"You better do as she says. She has one hell of a temper."

He jumped around. Yes, Rhonda had said it. Her eyes were now open, now intent on his nylon swimsuit. She grinned, and all the while her hand didn't stop massaging the liquid tissues of her vagina. "I'm a very light sleeper, very light. When you opened the drapes you didn't have to worry about waking me, I was already awake."

"Oh."

"You enjoyed looking at me, didn't you?" she asked with a slow, feline drawl

Neil noticed she was now taking a turn looking at him. He nodded. She grinned. "You're the kid who saved that little girl, aren't you?"

He nodded again. A large flow of thick wetness oozed from the blood-red pussy and trickled down the crack of Rhonda's flattened ass. "I read about it when I got in this morning. I'm a stewardess, I had the late flight. That's really quite a picture they ran of you, but I must say it really didn't do you justice. You look much more promising in the flesh."

Neil swallowed. He was hot, and even though he hardly had any clothes on he wanted to run a finger around his collar and let a cooling draft of air in. The woman was taunting him, driving him crazy as she manipulated her streaming pussy with quick, hard flicks of her fingers.

"Want to come to bed with me?" she asked like it was an offer of coffee. Neil was honest, he dumbly nodded.

She separated her legs even wider and smiled. This was a pleasant, friendly smile. The teasing was past, she had wrenched every bit of enjoyment she could out of enticing him so strongly, now she wanted to have her own arousal satisfied. "Take off those silly trunks and come here."

Neil was obedient. He slid the suit down his legs and let it drop to the floor. His large pole swung free and finally stabilized into a marble-hard erection of impressive stature. He walked to the side of the bed and started to sit next to the hip-gyrating woman.

"No! Don't sit. I want to get you good and ready first." With one hand still thrashing the wetness of her cunt, she rolled onto her elbow and leaned toward Neil's standing body. Her mouth abruptly, unceremoniously came into contact with his pulsating muscles of stiffness.

Her full, succulent lips opened and swallowed the head of his dick with one saliva-soaked gulp. Then her head lifted, neck craned, and like a seabird gobbling a fish she managed to work her stretching lips down deep along his trembling shaft. Neil's knees felt weak. The soft, satiny feel of her lips slowly sliding further and further down his pecker was one of(the finest sensations he had ever known.

Then her tongue topped it all off. The wet, warm tip of her snaking tongue touched the pinnacle of his cock and washed a slow circle around it. Then it dug underneath the glans and tickled it into the greatest fire he had ever felt. Then it made barber-pole swirls downward before coming back up to repeat the wonderful washing of his head.

"I'm going to come…" he stammered as the scalding rise of his sperm became uncontrollable.

He thought she would back away from his hose, avoid the blast of his cream. But he was wrong. His announcement made her release her cunt and crawl eagerly onto her knees. She put both her hands behind him to cup his ass and press his stiff cock inside her mouth, cram his fat, hard, long pecker far into the recesses of her throat with a gurgling suck.

Neil's hips jerked forward with terrific power. His cock received more of her lips further down the shaft. His cock head rammed into the rear wall of her throat just as the pasty soup of his balls burst loose. The sperm splattered deep inside her sucking throat, it plastered, soaked, drenched her esophagus with one mighty ejaculation.

Semen filled her mouth as she backed away to gasp for air and feel his pecker bless her tongue. She was surprised by the great amount of cream she was drawing as it filled, flowed, and adhered to her teeth, tonsils, and the roof of her mouth. But there was a last course still coming. Before she could swallow the bountiful sperm hosed free and topped the former load to fill out her cheeks and cause some spillage over her lower lip.

With a slurping, gulping action she saved as much of Neil's jism as she could manage. She fell back on the bed and let his still-hard cock flop free as she swallowed several times to contain the whole load.

"God! You are a regular cream factory," she moaned. Then she wiped her mouth and saw he was still at attention, still capable of further duty. Her legs went back apart and she held her arms out to him. "Come on, my big friend, now let's see if you can give me as much pleasure as I just gave you.