Seymour Leggs - Tease Them With Ease

She turned to him and smiled sweetly. "Take off your shoes, Neil. Let's see how far you can leap."

"Oh, Miss Touffle, I don't think I can do it very well," he mumbled.

"Now, come on, Neil, just give it a try."

He heard the echo of Mr. Crocker's words once again and swallowed his shyness. Quickly he kicked his shoes off and took three prancing steps before launching himself high into the air. He was pleasantly surprised at how well he did. It was a fine jump.

"Excellent!" Miss Touffle screeched. "Why, you're magnificent, simply magnificent!"

"Thank you," he said. Then on impulse he asked the obvious: "Are you a ballet dancer?"

She nodded as she approached him. "Yes… not professionally anymore. I gave that up after my second husband died. But I do give lessons. That's why I've made my studio here."

"It's very nice," said Neil. He was edging toward his shoes.

"Wait. I want you to try one more thing. To see how limber you are." She did the deep squat again. This time she stayed down. "Can you do this?"

Neil's eyes were glued to the husky lump of flesh and hair bulging against the crotch of her leotard. He had never seen anyone so supple, so graceful. He slowly squatted down as far as he could.

She raised up and circled him. "Very good," she bummed as she pushed softly back on his shoulders. "Must keep your back straight… that's right"

She was standing in front of him with her mounded crotch right in his face. Neil could feel the heat of her exercised body and loins on his cheeks. The pinkness of the leotard gave her a confection-sweet appearance. He decided it was time to test the advice of Mr. Crocker.

Impulsively, without thinking or hesitating, he leaned forward and kissed her mound. She froze. He rocked back and waited. She stepped back two graceful steps and stared down at him. "You're not taking me seriously, are you?" she asked.

Neil knew he'd won. If she was going to react to his gutsy advance she would already be at it. But instead she was asking stupid questions. He smiled. "I can't think about dancing with you looking like you do. I'm sorry, but I just can't do it"

She blushed. Then turned. He stared at her firm rump then noticed she was watching him in the mirror. Suddenly she giggled, her hand came up to her mouth. Neil felt his ears growing red. Was she making fun of him?

His question was answered by her hand reaching up behind her to find the leotard zipper. "Well, I can't have my student distracted, now can I?" she whispered.

"No! You can't!" he answered.

She wiggled out of the leotard as Neil watched with an open mouth. Her breasts were small and pointed. Brown nipples sat high on each one. As she bent over to step out of the leotard he saw the pulpy, tender flesh of her cunt The pubic hair was shaved back on the edges to keep stray hairs from creeping out of her leotard crotch. It was a full-blown, ripe cunt with a glistening red slit and inviting neatness.

Neil stood and found his cock was stiff as a board. It bent against his pants and caused a tremendous bulge. Miss Touffle smiled, did a bow, then a breath taking pirouette.

Her body flew into the air as she leapt with great freedom around the room. Neil quickly shed his clothing and eagerly pranced after her.

"Oh! Now I see my student is more willing to cooperate" she laughed.

He lunged for her but she sidestepped and he hugged thin air. She went to the practice bar and hoisted one leg up high into it. Her box literally lunged outward in full display. Neil started for her but she held up a hand.

"No. I want you to see if you can do this too," she instructed.

Neil stood a few feet in front of her and lifted his leg up to the bar. It was a strain but he managed to duplicate her position. One foot on the bar almost straight out to his side. His erect cock poked stiffly up and out Then she grinned like a mischievous child and started to edge closer and closer.

He watched intently as her outstretched cunt moved to within an inch of his pounding cock. Then she arched her back and the hair-capped slit pressed forward to touch softly against his leg. She was too short, or he was too tall. Either way, it wasn't a match-up.

But Neil enveloped her in his arms and brought his leg off the bar. She squirmed and hummed as he maneuvered his purple cock head down to her box. She kept her leg on the bar as he lifted up the wet skin and eased inside. The yawning lips accepted him with a tight, hot squeeze.

"Ummmmmmm," she sighed in his ear. "That's exactly how I like it"

His cock moved deep inside her as she gracefully swayed her hips and ass back and forth. Her cunt was wide open to his penetration, it took his whole length of muscle with ease and slick juiciness.

Neil slipped his hands around the smooth fullness of her ass and pulled her slowly gyrating body in tight to his. She laid her head on his shoulder and breathed heavily in his ear as he dipped up and down with each stab of his hotly squeezed pole.

"Turn," she whispered. "Put your back to the bar." Neil swung around and before he knew it she lifted her other leg up and onto the bar. He now was holding her up with his two hands – each clamped tightly under a soft, full bun of her ass. She was light, hardly anything to hold, but the full pressure of her box on his spike was increased by a great degree.

He lifted her ass and let it drop. She slid up and down his cock. She grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled herself up and down. The tight grip of her crammed-full pussy sucked the length of his deep-penetrating pecker.

"Oh. that's good," she sighed. "You're so far inside me I can't swallow."

Neil was encouraged and began a series of bouncing thrusts inside her. She gasped with each painful pump of cock but let him know she was enjoying every bit of it.

"You're so good! So damned good!" she cried. "Are you sure you're not a dancer?"

"No… I don't dance," Neil answered. "But I sure do like this step."

Her feet left the bar and she hungrily wrapped her legs around his waist Neil felt even more pressure of her box as it weighed down on his shaft. He had to bounce her up and down with the help of his legs and hands now. She jerked up only a short way, then pounded back down on him. Her tongue was lashing all around his neck, inside his ear, and across his shoulders.

Then he began to tire. The position was too much strain for him. Miss Touffle noticed as soon as his thrusts started to slow. She unwrapped her legs and lifted herself off his cock.

She backed out to the middle of the room and knelt down. Then he watched as she bent herself back and the hot mound of her cunt once more was thrust forward. She arched back until her head rested on the floor, she was bowed in a graceful curve with only her high pubic patch interrupting the smooth line.

Neil knew what to do. He kneeled between her knees and worked his dripping pecker inside the gaping slit until once more he found the warm heat of full entry. All he had to do was jerk his hips up and down to send long, grating strokes inside her vulnerable box.

He rubbed his hands across the smooth flesh of her stomach up to the stretched nipples of her breasts. The meat of her tits was pulled back flat but the nipples grew and responded to his twisting squeeze.

"Yes!" she was crying from her faraway mouth.

Neil's cock rasped hard against her erect clitoris each time he plunged inside her. Her arched body was humping, trembling, squirming with each delicious thrust. He saw her body growing wet, perspiring, heating up with the fever of his fast, furious fucking.

He moved his hands back to the meat of her ass and clamped her box even tighter over his jamming rod as he felt the boiling rise of his cream. Then her legs somehow shot out from under her to stretch behind his pumping ass. Again he held her in midair as his cock worked deep inside her sweltering box.