Seymour Leggs - Tease Them With Ease

Neil lay down beside her. He wasn't sure where the flavors were but he was sure about where he wanted to taste. His hands moved atop her right breast and squeezed. The billowing flesh rolled under his palm and she lifted up to his grasp.

"You're hot," she whispered.

He opened the negligee and stared down on her puckering, glowing nipple. It was the reddest nipple he had ever seen, it looked like blood, fire, neon. He put his lips around it and took a slow, tongue-circling taste. Wow! Tangerine! It was a tangerine nipple!

The spot of fruit became a hard button in his lips and he pulled the negligee from the other breast. He licked down the mound of the right one toward the left when he tasted the apple. It was right between the two tits. Apple. Not so great. He mounted the left breast and hungrily came down on the nipples with his drooling lips.

Cantaloupe! Cantaloupe flavor on a cantaloupe sized breast. He licked, sucked, chewed the delicious melon until she was twisting, rolling under him.

"Keep going, Neil," she whispered. "There's more, so much more…"

His mouth traveled down to her navel with small, nipping tastes. All he found was the fresh taste of her heated flesh. The odor of "Unleashed Lust" was heavy in his nostrils as he wiggled his tongue inside her navel Orange! Navel orange! Tremendous, juicy orange.

Her hands moved from the back of his head down to his shoulders. She was tugging at him, trying to get him reversed. Neil went to his hands and knees as she shed the negligee and reached for something under her pillow. His head was right over the licking flames of her red cunt hair. Her head was up by his knees.

He brought his face down to her crotch and sniffed. All he smelled was "Unleashed Lust." He licked her hair. It tasted like hair, clean, soft hair. His tongue led his mouth deeper and deeper into the open vee of her smooth legs. As he was about to send his tongue inside the pink skin of her lips he felt his belt go slack, his zipper come down, his pants being tugged from his legs.

He forgot about it. His mouth was watering with curiosity. The tip of his tongue moved inside her waiting pussy lips and tasted. Cunt. Just cunt. Delicious, fresh cunt. He licked and tasted Miss Bailey's own unique flavor. Then it started to flow.

The fine pussy first became moist, then started to trickle, and finally exploded with the taste of some thing he recognized but couldn't name. The test was getting harder. So was his cock. He was vaguely aware of her hand stroking it, of something cool and soft being massaged into the burning, throbbing meat.

He buried his head deep In her crotch and sent his tongue far inside her flavorful cunt. What was that taste? He kept licking, sucking, drawing the deliciousness out. His ears were warmed by her thighs, the juice was filling his lips. He swallowed.

He had tasted it before. Where? A wedding! Yes, at that wedding last year. What was it? Champagne! Yes, that's it! A champagne pussy… much nicer than any long-stemmed crystal glass. He plunged his mouth around her whole opening and sucked. His tongue licked quickly at her clitoris.

Her clitoris popped like a champagne cork. She bolted her hips up to his eating face and swung from side to side. Neil reached under her to grab her ass and hold on. His fingers moved into the crack and tickled her asshole as his tongue tickled her sparkling vagina.

He felt her lips around his cock. Sucking hard. Her tongue was making spirals, licking, tasting. She was attacking his pecker like it was a popsicle during a drought. He realized he was aroused, ready to explode any minute. But before he did anything he knew there was one place left to taste.

With his fingers he separated the cheeks of her ass until he saw the burnished pucker of her asshole. His tongue moved like a snake along the groove until touching the small hole. He was now sure of himself, he knew what to expect. Chocolate. Rich, creamy milk chocolate.

He rolled onto his back as the pressure built inside him. Her red hair reminded him of a wild tropical bird as it pumped over his hips. His long, gleaming pecker slid in and out of her lips like a well-oiled shaft. She was taking the whole thing right into her throat. Plunging down with force to get it around the bend of her throat and twisting her head once he was to tally inside.

"I'm going to come," moaned Neil. His hips were jerking under her face. She increased her speed and suction. She was going to ride him out with her mouth.

He dosed his eyes and enjoyed the soft, washing feel of her watermelon lips as they ringed and caressed the full length of his rod. Her nose dipped into his pubic hair with each drop. When she lifted she went up until the rim of his glans caught her lips. Then she dropped back down.

Just before his cock plastered her mouth Neil noticed the small jar of rouge. He tried reaching for it but his body had greater ideas. His pecker shook with groaning joy and unloaded a strong, thick mouthful of white, clinging sperm inside her mouth.

She sucked it up like honey and kept pumping. The second and third courses went onto her tongue, where she could swirl it around before swallowing. She was good, Neil noticed, not one drip got away from her. Neat, clean, thorough. She pulled away from his red, hot cock and grinned with full satisfaction.

Neil looked at the jar. "Banana," she said.

"I just had banana cream pie… and it was delicious. Not fattening, either." She chuckled with delight and quickly threw her leg over him. His delicious cock was still up, still in a state of wonderful shock.

She worked his cock head inside her champagne cunt and sat comfortably down on him. Neil felt the head of his cock parting her pussy walls and sinking deep into her hugging heat. She moved herself slowly, easily on him, working his cock back and forth, side to side.

Her face was flushed with happiness. She pointed to her right nipple and asked, "What flavor?"

"Tangerine."

She was ecstatic. She pointed to the other nipple.

"Cantaloupe," answered Neil. She wiggled her ass with great pleasure on his deep-running pole.

She pointed to her lips and Neil answered, "Watermelon."

She was bucking her cunt around his cock, whipping herself into a frenzy. She stabbed a finger inside her navel.

"Orange!" he cried. His cock was throbbing again. Her cunt was effervescing its bubbling vintage all around him.

Her finger moved down to her cunt and Neil moaned, "Champagne! Delicious champagne!"

"What else?" she cried. Her words were husky, blurted, without control as her eyes closed and she shifted into the fastest clip of her ass yet Her hands rested on Neil's chest as she waited for the answer. Her breasts rollicked wildly above him, tangerine, cantaloupe, tangerine, cantaloupe.

"Chocolate!" he bellowed as his own distinctive flavor of rich, thick cream started to flow from his cock.

"Yes! Yes! So good! So damned good!" she screeched. Her fingers grabbed at his chest for a hold as her champagne cunt and chocolate asshole blurred with frenzied speed. Her flavorful body rippled with shaking trembles as his cock sent bolts of absolute joy up her spine.

"Oh, Neil…" she sighed before falling limp and happy into his arms.

Miss Bailey needed her nap so Neil got dressed and gathered his tools. He put the samples of "Unleashed Lust" in his pocket and started for the door. But she called out to him from her bed.

"Neil… please come again. I have a whole new line of bubble bath…"

When Neil got to the pool area Mr. Crocker was nowhere in sight. He put the tools away and threw out the old, worn ballcock. That's when he heard the pump house door open and close. He thought it might be Mr. Crocker but when he turned around he had a surprise.

Felix. Sweaty-faced, wild-eyed Felix. "Hello, Neil," the photographer hissed. "I hope you're happy now that you've gotten me in trouble with George."