Seymour Leggs - Tease Them With Ease

She kicked her feet helplessly in the air as he held tight to her hips and pumped her back and forth on his red stick. She was moaning, gasping, crying large tears which trickled down her forehead.

"Oh! You're driving me crazy!" she screeched. "It feels so good!"

Her strong legs clamped fiercely around his hips and squeezed with amazing force as she hugged him at full depth. Her body bolted as if it was electrically charged as a wild, whipping orgasm rumbled through her. She was balanced on her head and used it to pivot her wide, washing sweeps from side to side. Neil felt his cock rubbing hard against each wall of her clapping, applauding, jumping cunt.

Then he exploded. It felt like burning sand was being shoveled from his pecker head as the hot cream sprayed her insides like an unattended garden hose. His legs stiffened and he almost came to a stand as he lifted up and over her in the throes of his pleasure. She kept herself clamped around his hips and simply rode him out while still balancing on her head.

Each wracking pump of his cock made him stand that much taller. When his pecker finally drained she was hanging down from him, with his cock painfully bent down inside her tight-gripped hole. He slowly dropped to his knees and felt the hold of her muscular legs relax.

She dropped onto her back and let her legs flop to the floor. She was exhausted. Her breathing hadn't returned to normal and her chest heaved with each satisfied gasp. Neil's cock flopped- free and dripped semen onto her stomach. She rubbed the sweet cream lazily into her flesh.

"Oh, Neil, I haven't had anything so good in such a long… Please, anytime you feel like it, just ring my bell. I'll do anything you ask. Anything. I'll suck that beautiful rod of yours, I'll lick you from head to toe, I'll rub you down with Vaseline and fuck every part of your body… I'll eat you in every hole you've got. Just ring my bell…"

Neil dressed as she mumbled on incoherently. She was spread eagled in the center of the floor as he walked by and nodded his goodbye.

"You will ring, won't you?" she asked.

He nodded again and smiled like a hero should. "Maybe next week."

When he got back to the pool area to put his tools away he saw Christine. She was lying by the pool in a brief yellow bikini. Large gobs of tender breast could be seen around the skimpy cover of the top. The crease under each cheek of her sugar-fleshed ass was well below the cut of the bottom.

He kept himself from lunging at her and chewing the downy meat of her ass and tits until it melted in his mouth. She was built with full, sleek lines and abundant flesh where the generosity was most appreciated. He whistled as he passed and she looked up.

Instead of the look of scorn he would have received a week ago she smiled and batted her eyes. He wanted to rip off the top of her bikini and mash each tit flat with his sucking lips. Instead of doing that, he smiled back at her and felt the shyness of his character return.

"Hi, Neil," she cooed.

"Hi, Christine." He went into the tool room and put his stuff away. As he stood there he cursed himself for his lack of guts. He realized it was one thing to be aggressive with a middle-aged ballerina he cared little about and another thing to make a play for someone he really wanted. But he inhaled and said to himself, This is for you, Mr. Crocker.

She was still there when he returned. He noticed that even more of her breasts was exposed. He felt his throat go dry, his pecker tingle, his stomach felt heavy. He inhaled a deep breath and cleared his throat. Christine looked up expectantly.

"Want to go to movie tomorrow night?" he quickly asked.

She smiled. "Yes, I'd like to."

"Okay. I'll pick you up at seven." He turned on his heels and swiftly walked to the driveway and toward home.

Neil took Christine to a triple-feature horror spectacular at the drive-in. As they sat close to each other in his parents' car he wondered what would be the best way to go about making a play. The closeness of her prime body had him nervous, the glowing flesh of her long legs was bare up to mid-thigh, where her miniskirt began.

He thought about the direct approach. Just swing the old arm around her shoulders and sweep her face up to his for a juicy kiss. Or the casual approach – slide the arm around her, wait a few minutes, urge her closer and closer an inch at a time. Then there was the cute approach: An innocent peck on the cheek to relax her, then a coy try for one on the lips.

She was staring straight ahead at the movie, intent, oblivious to his turmoil. He decided the direct approach fit the character of a hero more than the others. After a deep inhale and check of the breath, he readied himself. His arm slid behind the seat like a creeping snake until it was in position.

Then like a starving lion snagging a helpless lamb he moved into action. His arm caught her shoulders and pulled her soft, ripe body in close to his. She didn't resist. In fact, he heard her exhale, and it sounded like she was impatiently waiting for his move.

Their mouths came together like two soft pillows. Lips opened and tongues slipped coyly from one mouth to the other. Her tongue tasted cool and smooth as it licked over his teeth and beneath his own digging tongue. She sucked softly on his oral organ and hummed deep in her throat

She was enjoying it every bit as much as he was. His hands slipped down the back of her blouse and explored the flat expanse. She pressed her breasts firmly into his chest and probed her tongue deep inside his mouth. Her smell was clean, neat, invigorating. Neil felt his cock expanding and lifting with happiness.

As he edged his groping fingers around her shoulder and down he felt her stiffen. He stopped the move. She relaxed. He started again. This time he reached the beginning of her mounded breast before she again went rigid. Again he stopped. He kissed the smoothness of her flawless neck until she relaxed once more.

He was dying to dig his fingers Into the pliant flesh of her large breasts but didn't want to spook her. He went easy, slowly, bit by bit until his palm rested on the top half of her pounding globe of downy tit. She didn't try to stop him, she sent her tongue inside his ear.

Neil took this as encouragement and moved his hand over her entire ball of skin and pressed. She pushed back slightly, just enough to let him know she liked it, not enough to say she was eagerly wanting it He squeezed the pliant, firm flesh and felt its resilient springiness against his fingers.

She sat up and moved away. Her eyes looked in the other direction. She was silent, hurt. Neil's empty hand was screaming for another feel of that sweet tit He slid close to her and ignored the pout on her lips. She turned to face him and scold but he caught her words in her mouth with a hard, deep-driving kiss that pushed her down on her back.

Her arms went around his shoulders and she kissed back. He felt her thigh rubbing against his as she adjusted her legs daintily alongside him. He didn't waste any time, his hand went straight back to her vulnerable breast. He kept her too busy kissing to allow her time to refuse his squeezing caress. Her tongue was flipping like a fighting trout in his sucking mouth.

He pressed the breast flat, squashed it up high, then pushed his thumb down where the nipple should be. The low moan in her throat grew louder. His fingers fumbled at the top blouse button. The damned thing wouldn't cooperate, he couldn't get it open.

"No, please…" she moaned.

He ignored her cry and kept working at the button until it popped free. He saw the gleam of her flesh in the half light His cock was so stiff it hurt. He moved to the second button.

"Stop! Neil, please…" she begged.

He had her pinned down. She was helpless. He could rip her blouse off and chew her fits silly… He knew it, but dammit, she was begging like a little baby. He stopped handling her chest and went back to kissing. It didn't take long for him to get bored, though. His cock was howling hot, his fingers needed something soft and full to hold.