Seymour Leggs - Tease Them With Ease

Neil had lost all hesitation in such matters. He lost no time crawling onto the unmade bed and positioning his body between her long, curving legs. The ripe smell of her well-massaged cunt filled his nostrils as he lay forward and aimed his cock into the curly hair of her crotch.

He was glad she didn't guide his cock with her hand like Gloria had. He wanted to learn, wanted to know how to find the hole on his own. He was surprised when he found that it took no effort at all. Just put it into the vee of her legs and press forward. Before you know it the hot cunt lips are sucking the head of your cock right into their comforting clasp.

His spike parted the lips easily and found hardly any resistance as it channeled deep into the crevice. He plowed inside as far as he could reach and she took it all, every inch, right down to the top of his scrotum. Then she lifted her fine hips and bounced into him to take anything that might have been left outside.

"Ohhhhhh…" she sighed. "You just fit. You're just right, just deep enough."

To show what she meant she ground herself up into him and let Neil feel the back walls of her box press against his deeply imbedded cock head. He was totally inside, it was incredibly wet, slick, warm, and comfortable. He knew he was inside a cunt perfectly matched to his member.

Her arms circled his neck and she pulled his mouth to hers as her hips began to dance an endless, grinding waltz into him. As her tongue snaked inside his lips with a deep stab Neil was worried because she had just had his sperm all over his slippery organ. But the fear was dispelled by the talented lashing and probing of the wet guest. So what? he thought, it's my own come… the best in the world.

Rhonda didn't need much time to work her body into a state of constant motion. The waltz of her hips changed to a two-step, then a fox-trot, next a rumba, finally she was pounding hard rock-and-roll into his stabbing crotch. One of her hands had traveled down his back to hold his tight ass firmly into her open crotch as she banged fiercely up into and around him.

Neil was engulfed by her thrashing body. The pillow breasts were squashed out to each side and bubbled and swayed with each of her jolting lifts. Her one arm circled his head, her tongue sloshed around and into his mouth at will, her strong legs wrapped firmly around his for leverage, and she literally threw his body high in the air with each full-bodied lift.

He was like a small rowboat on the high seas as the tidal swells of her body rocked him up and down. She'd pull away from his mouth and gasp for air with a full-throated rasp that sounded like surf breaking on the beach. Then high tide hit.

She half groaned, half screamed as her cunt sent sucking ripples of clasping pressure along his still-hard rod. They started at the lips and flowed inward to cap it all off with a tight pucker on his cock head. Neil had read about such phenomena but never dreamed they were so powerful.

"Ummmmmm," she hummed as the climax enveloped her completely. She closed her eyes, which made her relax and collapse below him. Neil picked up her tempo and kept grinding his cock deep into her vibrating box until all the ripples stopped and the experienced, forward, and direct Rhonda lay below him, completely spent.

"You better call Susan, she managed to sigh. "I'm through."

But there was no need to call Susan as Neil noticed when he sat up next to the exhausted body of Rhonda. There she was, at the closet, her red hair reflecting in the semi-darkness of the room. She turned and glared at the two of them. "You don't have to call me! I'm right here! But don't worry, I'm not watching! I'm getting ready for work – in the dark!"

Neil felt awful. He had completely forgotten about the electricity being off. Now this poor lady was forced to dress herself without being able to see.

Rhonda sat up and rasped, "Getting ready for work? You don't have to check in for hours yet."

Susan whipped around and snapped, "Well, I might as well go now! I can sit there and wait! I wouldn't want to disturb you and the guy I introduced you to!"

"Oh, God, you're jealous," slurred Rhonda. She brushed the hair to the side of her face and shook her head.

"No, I'm not jealous, I'm furious. Furious with having to watch you end up with every man I try to get? Also with having to dress in this damned darkness! Where are my panties? Damnit! Where are they?"

As Susan ranted about the bedroom, throwing sharp curses about, Rhonda lay back and relaxed. She looked up at the uncomfortable Neil and said, "I think we boo-booed. She saw you first and I stepped in. Can you show her that it meant nothing?"

"How?" Neil asked. As soon as the question left his lips he knew it was stupid.

Rhonda just stared at him with a complacent smile on her pink-cheeked face. Neil knew what to do. But he didn't really know how. Now was the time for him to assert himself, to approach that ravishing redhead with the green eyes and lay her out on the bed. He looked own at his cock. It was still up, firm, tight, as big as ever. He knew his cock wouldn't fail him. The rest was courage.

"Here they are!" announced Susan as she stooped to the floor and grabbed some underwear.

Neil was greeted with the rise of her short-skirt hem and a fine view of the round, peach-like humps of her bare ass. It was a sight that melted any hesitation in his body, Susan's backside was a masterwork of perfect symmetry and balance. Each full cheek was identical to the other, the deep-running dark crack which separated them was a wide valley keeping the two buns from touching.

Neil stood as she pulled the shorts up her legs. He said nothing, just walked to her and put his arms around her hard-set shoulders. She looked up into his face, a tear dribbled from her right eye to trace down her cheek As she spoke her lower lip quivered. "I'll be out of your way in a minute."

He pressed his mouth down hard on hers and sent his tongue deep inside. Her tongue tried to resist, tried to expel him, but the rest of her body melted meekly into his full embrace. He felt the firm press of her breasts and then the comfortable push of two eager hips. The tongue stopped fighting and began to lick like it belonged to a scolded dog trying to make amends.

Neil spun her around like they were dancing and simply fell on her toward the bed. She hit the mattress below him and with a crushing slam Neil knocked the breath out of her. She went completely limp, her arms fell to the side, a loud exhaust of air blasted from her mouth.

"Uhhhhhggggg!" she groaned.

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Neil. He now realized where his self-confidence left off and his overconfidence began.

But Susan didn't seem to care. A wide smile covered her face and with an eager flash of white teeth she once again coupled her mouth to his. Neil worked his fingers along the buttons of her uniform jacket until it lay open and only a blouse was left. Patiently he started back at the top and traveled down the buttons. She wore no bra. When he reached up his hand glided into the smoothest flesh he had yet encountered. Her pure white tits were as soft as whipped cream, the nipples were pliant dots of elastic flesh which quickly hardened.

He felt her hand grab around the base of his pecker and slide up and down with a fast, gentle stroke. She worked the length of muscle with dexterity, starting deep down on the base and pulling completely upward to the head before making a tight, twisting squeeze.

Neil pushed her skirt up to her waist and reached for her underpants but she stopped him. "Wait, I don't want my skirt dirtied or wrinkled. I have to wear it later."

Susan obligingly undid the skirt and put it aside. Neil almost fell off the bed in a fit of contained laughter when he saw the last garment she had on. It was his swim-team trunks. Bright red nylon trunks pulled comfortably up around her sweet ass and wrinkled into the clamp of her crotch.