Seymour Leggs - Tease Them With Ease

He bit down hard on one nipple until her thighs went apart and he was encased between her legs. Her miniskirt was pushed up to her hips, she was grinding against him with greater and greater passion.

He took each tit in his hand and squeezed. His lips wetly kissed the underside of each one before moving down along her ribs to the flat plateau of her belly. He kissed the trembling flesh and felt her cunt pounding hard against him. He sucked at her sugary navel until her stomach muscles started to rumble out of control.

Then he moved lower, to the waistband of her skirt. She bucked up and his face, was engulfed with warm stomach. She was grinding her cunt against his chest, her legs spread wide apart, her juicy pussy bulging out to feel the wonderful pressure of any part of him.

She climaxed. With a shrill moan her legs wrapped around his back, she arched up, her cunt slammed hard against his chest, then moved to the solidness of his shoulder. She lost all control, her tits flopped back and forth, her stomach jumped and trembled, she rolled from side to side in released ecstasy.

Neil took the golden opportunity to reach under her and feel the full compactness of her grinding rump. She was wearing satin panties which slid easily on his hand as they felt the wash of her clamped buns jerking back and forth, up and down.

He managed to work his hand up to her crotch and massage the mound of her climaxing cunt as she swung freely in her heat. Her legs opened up and welcomed the delicious probe, the terrific pressure, the pleasure-giving palm.

He was about ready to pull her undies away and kiss her overflowing hole when she realized what was happening. Suddenly she knew he was in control, had her in a position from which she would never be able to refuse him.

"No, Neil! Please!" she cried.

He kept working his palm against the slick tissue under the satin, kept working at her willing box. But her unwilling spirit forced her legs together and she rolled until his hand slipped free of her thighs. She lay on her side, still breathing heavily, barely able to resist his joyous hand.

Neil lay behind her and pressed his moaning cock into the fullness of her rump. Her skirt was high on her waist and the roundness of her panty-covered buns shone with invitation in the shadowed light. She stiffened as his pecker snuggled between the buns as best it could.

Christine decided to allow him that. It was better, or safer, than what he was doing before. She held still, let his hands roam over her body to cup a breast, stroke her waist, calm her down.

Then she heard the zipper going down. In panic she made sure her legs were clamped tight together. But he didn't do anything, so she waited. Then she felt the fire-hot shaft settle comfortably against her shaking buns. Then it slid between to be hugged by the heavy, warm flesh.

"Neil, what are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm trying to get as much pleasure Out of this as you are.

She kept her mouth shut. He grabbed her hand and pulled it behind her. She tried to pull it away but he held tight. Then she touched it. Actually felt it. Felt the sleek, taut skin of his cock as he brushed her hand along it. She tried again to pull away but it only caused her legs to open and he moved his pecker between.

His cock head was right up against her cunt. Touching. Getting her plentiful juice as it strained through her panties all over its fire-hot cap. She wanted to jump up but was afraid to move.

"Christine…" he whispered.

"Please, Neil, I don't want to go that far…" she said with a trembling voice.

Listen to me, Christine. I won't put it in you. All I want is for you to touch it, see that it won't hurt you. And, I want to touch you… that's all."

She was quiet then. "Is that all?"

"Yes."

"Promise?"

"Yes."

"Okay, then get it away from there… please."

Neil rolled onto his back. His cock slipped free of the comfort of her clasped thighs and drooling box. He waited while she moved onto her back beside him. She kept her hands at her side.

He reached over and patted her stomach, soothed the soft flesh, slowly worked down to the pile of pubic hair pushing up against her Wet panties. Then he moved back and slipped his hand under the elastic waistband. She held her breath while his fingers stroked through the hair and down over the mound of fatty tissue to the delicate lips of her tingling, burning slit.

His fingers moved softly, slowly along the lips, driving them into spasms of unknown delight. Then it moved between, dug into the hole, pressed into the sleek flesh of her sweltering insides.

His other hand took hers and brought it back to his lonesome, pounding cock. She had never felt anything so curious in her life. Up until now she had only seen pictures of men's cocks. Now she actually had her hand lying on one of the odd things.

His hair tickled her waist, the tightness of the soft-skinned pole amazed her. Her fingers moved and she realized just how hard and stiff it was. Then she felt the spongy head, the rim of his glans, the deep crease running up to the small hole on top. The thing was like nothing she had ever felt before.

She lifted her head to see it. To gaze at this strange organ. It was magnificent. Even in the darkness she could make out the details, the bulging vein running from bottom to top, the patterned flesh, the slight bow and the funny sack of loose skin drooping down between his legs. She finally wrapped her hand around his cock to feel the thickness, the throbbing heat.

She suddenly realized that her mouth was watering. A strong desire to crawl down and kiss the spade like head of his beautiful cock made her gasp with fear. She lay back and refused to look, but her hand kept stroking up and down the fleshy spike.

Neil's finger was far inside her box, twirling, digging the dripping folds of skin into a second orgasm. Christine had been too preoccupied with his cock to notice that her body was on the verge of another jolting climax. It took her by complete surprise.

She lifted her hips high in the air and spread her legs to allow him plenty of room to work. Her hand clamped tight on his handle like cock as her liquids spewed out of her hole as if it was a broken water balloon. She never felt so great, so worldly, so experienced in her whole life. She knew she was falling in love with him.

Neil wanted to jump on her and shove his throbbing meat right up her trembling hole. Ram it in there so fast and so deep that she couldn't stop him. Fill her virgin cunt with his cock and fuck her until she cried for mercy. But he didn't. He didn't know why, but he didn't.

Her little hand was whipping rapidly up and down his cock as her body settled back to a semblance of control. He rolled his head down to her tits and enjoyed sucking them as the pressure in his guts started to build, started to signal that soon he would get some satisfaction from her. His mind was whirring, he didn't know why he was even bothering with her. She was beautiful, breathtaking, he had always been hot for her, but she was putting him through a hell of a lot of playing around to get something he had no shortage of.

Shit, he thought to himself. I can have my choice of several really great women. Real women. Women who aren't afraid to hick. Women who really dig me and are willing to teach me a lot. What am I doing here with this kid?

That was it, he figured. Christine was a kid. He had fucked women. There was a great difference between the two, and he knew what he preferred. He felt like a fool, a stupid kid willing to go through the pains of torture just to put his cock into some inexperienced cunt. Even if it was the nicest, tightest cunt he had ever felt.

His cock trembled with anticipation and he quit thinking. The throbbing pleasure of sperm pumping along his pecker was too much to allow anything but enjoyment. He took a deep breath and felt the first cream shoot from the cock Christine was stroking.