Seymour Leggs - Tease Them With Ease

The beauty of her ass shone in his face. The sleekness of her legs and the bobbling tits all served to help him get hotter and hotter. But Rose had another climax before he was anywhere near joining her. Her ass flexed and she pounded her fist on the floor as this one cracked through her.

"Oh! Neil! You feel so fantastic! You're making me so happy! Anytime! Anytime you want me! I'm yours!"

All Neil really wanted was to go. He knew he'd be in real hot water if Mr. Walker happened to walk in. He didn't like the conditions and knew it was affecting his ability to climax. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the hot hug of her squirming pussy as it rubbed his meat all over. As it cried juices on his pecker. As it tried to suck him so far inside he'd never find his way out.

He reached down to her ass and squeezed the buns. They were solid, meaty. He spread them apart and touched her asshole. She tensed. He felt the squeeze of her cunt on his cock even more. He kept rubbing her asshole and she kept reacting with tension.

Then Neil pressed his finger inside the unwilling hole and heard her gasp.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm going to put my finger up your ass," said Neil as matter-of-factly as he could.

"But…"

He shoved his finger up her ass until it was totally buried. She squirmed, twisted, tried to pull away from his finger without losing his cock. She couldn't. He pumped the finger rapidly in and out.

"Please… Neil… I don't…"

She climaxed again. Without knowing it was coming, she suddenly gasped, shuddered, moaned, and shook. Her body bolted down hard on his finger and cock for as much of the wonderful fill as she could take.

Now Neil felt it. His cock was rejuvenated, finally responding with the signals of ecstasy. He slammed his burning meat deep and hard inside her wiggling box. She was still gulping for air as his ass blurred with unhampered speed. His cock was like a well-oiled piston as it rumbled without pause in and out of the juice-sloshing pit of joy.

She was working with him, anxiously coming against each of his unending stabs inside her cunt and up her ass. He twirled the finger until her asshole relaxed totally and yawned its wrinkled rim wide open. He could see right up her anus as his cock scorched her cunt walls with persistent friction and fire.

"Please… Neil… please come! Do it soon! I can't take much more!" she pleaded.

He didn't even hear her. His mind was racing as fast as his cock, his mouth was dry, his eyes strung, his hack was crying with pain… but he kept pumping. Long, deep thrusts in and out, in and out, in and out. Frothy juices drooled from her box and leaked across her thigh and ass.

Finally he felt the build-up. It was a low-key rise of sweltering heat from his balls along the vessel of his rod which terminated at the flared head. With short, spastic jerks his hips went out of control, his breathing stopped, his cock emitted the spray of his ecstatic guts. Instantly his cream gushed from the lips of her stuffed pussy to follow the streaked path of her former spills.

Mrs. Walker sighed with gratitude when he finally pumped himself empty. She collapsed, relaxed, let her legs untangle from his, and rolled beaten to her back. She took long, slow breaths of air with her eyes closed, her body motionless, her mouth open.

Neil watched her cunt as the rest of his sperm oozed out and dripped onto the white fur rug. He pulled himself to his knees and drawled for his clothes. He had never felt so drained in his life, even after an all-out race in the pool he'd never felt so wiped out.

Neil and Christine went to another movie on Saturday night. This was a walk-in. One of those cops-and-robbers auto-chase thrillers. They held hands, ate popcorn, and shared a Coke. Neil considered taking her straight home after the movie let out, because he was still bushed. But out of courtesy and an unwillingness to explain, he decided a half hour or so of parking wouldn't be too exhausting.

They found a dark, shaded area on the edge of a park and lost little time getting to the first kiss. It was a soft, not too passionate meeting of lips. But Christine's arms warmly wrapped around his shoulders and Neil felt the familiar surge of heated blood in his cock. The worm started to lift and grow.

He hugged her tight and felt her body twist slightly against him. She smelled sweet, clean, her gold hair brushed softly against his cheek. Their tongues lashed together like wrestling snakes and he engulfed her in his arms. Her eager, soft breasts squashed against him.

The feel of her pliant tits broke down any resistance Neil might have had. His pulse quickened and his hands began to roam. Her breath was rasping in his- ear, she was hot, quickly turned on. He slid his tongue from her mouth and moved it to her ear.

Her hips jerked, she sucked for air, her body went limp and started to fall back, He followed and pressed her down on the auto seat. The bulging tits flattened against his heaving chest.

When his hand reached her pancaked breast she made a low, guttural moan but didn't try to physically resist. He squeezed the tissue and worked upward on the piled lump. As his fingers pressed into the rubbery peak of her nipple she made a token twist to free herself.

Neil immediately sat up. Christine lay on the seat all alone.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"You wanted me to stop, so I did," said Neil.

"But… but I was just trying to keep you from…"

She fell silent. "From what?" he asked.

"You know," she quietly answered.

"Yeah, I know. You didn't want me touching you where you like it best. So I stopped. Isn't that what you wanted?"

She was silent for a long time before answering, "In a way that's what I wanted. But I don't want you to stop everything."

"Why should I get myself all worked up? Why should I get you all worked up?"

"Neil…" She held her arms out to him.

He faced her. "Take off your blouse, Christine."

She was shocked by his open request. She sat up and stared in the other direction.

He snickered and started the car. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Taking you home. You want to tease and play your way only. You don't give a damn about what I want."

"Turn the car off," she said.

Slowly, with shaking fingers, she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. In the darkness Neil was struck by the pure whiteness of her bra. By the enormity of the load it held so high, so proud, so firmly. She stared down at the floor and didn't move.

Neither did Neil. "Now the bra," he ordered.

A tear trickled down her smooth cheek She sniffed and remained motionless.

"Just your bra," Neil said. "Nothing else."

Like a whipped child she reached behind her and unsnapped the bulging bra. With slow movements she cradled her breasts in her arms while removing the halter. At last she uncovered the gelatinous mounds and dropped the bra onto the seat.

Neil put his arms around her and kissed her tear streaked face until she kissed back. Her passion was much greater than before. A nervousness, an anxiety, had crept into her kissing and hugging. She had to realize that the breasts were now his to touch, to caress, to play with. She had given him the rights to her tits.

But Neil took his time exercising those rights. He was enjoying the feel of her bare breasts against him. Before moving a hand to them he unbuttoned and removed his own shirt. Then he lay on top of her and felt the heat of her nipples against his bare body.

She was breathing harder than ever before. His bare arms and chest served to excite her more than anything yet. He started at her neck with tiny, biting kisses and moved bite by bite lower and lower.

She was heaving her chest in the air by the time his lips circled her tight nipples. He went from one to the other, brought his hands into play, squeezed the giant mounds together and kissed between them. Her hips were swinging with abandon against his stiff cock. She was working her hot cunt along his bulging hardness, masturbating, dry-fucking.