Seymour Leggs - Tease Them With Ease

"But… I didn't get you in trouble. You got yourself in trouble. I didn't want…" mumbled Neil.

Felix was advancing steadily, determined to do something. Neil didn't know what he had in mind and wasn't interested in finding out.

"I don't care what you say, Neil. George punished me… but I'll be damned if I'm going to be punished for something I didn't get!"

"Huh?"

Felix lunged with open arms at Neil. Neil stumbled back and tried to avoid the grabbing hands. Felix caught him and started to caress, feel, touch any flesh he could find.

"Hey! Stop it!" yelled Neil. "Felix! Have you lost your mind?"

Felix stood erect, proud, prissy. His hands went to his hips and he screeched, "Yes, I have! I have lost my mind! Over you! God, Neil, I want your body so bad I can't sleep at night. I have to have you! Willing or not!"

Felix unsnapped his pants and pulled them open. His incredibly long, awfully thin cock flipped straight out to point at Neil like a blood-tipped arrow.

"Get that thing away from me!" yelled Neil.

But Felix advanced steadily. His squinting eyes were fixed on Neil. Neil kept backing up but knew he would soon be against the wall at the end of the pump house where the pipes and water hose would trap him. But he had little choice, he kept backing up.

"I'm going to slide my cock right up your ass, Neil. I'll make you feel better than you ever have before. Believe me, you'll love it."

Neil felt the pipes behind him. His hand rested on the water faucet and frantically searched down. It was connected, thank God. And on. He felt the long green garden hose which came from the faucet, his hand followed the coils around until he touched the pistol-grip nozzle. It was one of those nozzles you just squeeze like a gun and the water sprays.

Felix got it full blast, a thin, powerful stream of water dampened his amorous cock on the first shot. Then it hit his balls to slam them back between his legs like two punching bags.

"Auuuuuugh!" screamed Felix. He jolted backward and grabbed his screaming cock and balls. The cold water shocked him into quick action.

He turned and tried to run but his pants were around his ankles. Neil followed and kept the stream of water directed at the crease of the fleeing man's ass as he hopped, tripped, struggled out of the pump house.

"I'll get you for this! You are going to be very sorry!" Felix screeched. "Very sorry!"

Felix was screaming at Neil over his shoulder and forgot about the pool. He tripped and took a full bath. Neil didn't even feel like watching. He went back to the pump house and turned off the hose. He knew he had done it. Felix would stop at nothing to get his revenge. He was finished around here once Helen's husband got a look at Felix's well-focused photographs.

Goodbye job, goodbye ladies, goodbye Mr. Crocker, and, quite possibly, goodbye life. That's when he remembered Mr. Crocker. He peeked out the door to make sure the coast was clear. Mr. Crocker was nowhere to be seen. Gone. Gone when he needed him the most.

Neil decided to go home and try again later. The old man had to be around somewhere.

That night Neil returned, after dinner and studying. He had to find Mr. Crocker.

But his search was interrupted. He was about ready to go up to Mr. Cracker's apartment, something he didn't want to do. Mr. Crocker lived with his daughter and son-in-law, Neil didn't want to interrupt their privacy by calling on the old man. He lived in the same wing as Christine and her parents.

That's who interrupted him. Christine. "Neil…"

Her call came from the driveway as he went up the stairs. Neil looked down at her, she wasn't smiling, apparently still upset from the heavy words after their date the night before.

"Hello, Christine," he said.

"Can we talk?" she asked. Her voice carried the pain of her tortured emotions up to him.

Since he wasn't that anxious to knock on Mr. Crocker's door, and since she sounded so miserable, Neil had no choice.

"Sure." He came down the stairs.

She was dressed in faded jeans and a T-shirt. It was obvious she had no bra underneath, because her round, thick nipples made enjoyable lumps at the end of each large breast. She had trouble meeting his eyes as she whispered softly, "I'm sorry about last night."

"Oh, there's nothing to be sorry for. I'm sorry I said the things I did. I really didn't mean it."

"But you were right. I was acting like a baby."

"Now, Christine," said Neil He felt uncomfortable, awkward. He knew he had expected-too much from her too soon. And his decision to break off the whole thing had been hasty.

"Really," she insisted, "you're right. If I'm big enough to turn a man on I should respond like a woman. It's childish for me to expect you to stop just because I'm scared."

"Don't worry about it. These things have a way of working out. You'll see," said Neil. He couldn't think of anything better to say.

Her face came up to stare directly into his. "Not unless I do something about it."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I'll be scared to do it for the rest of my life unless I do something about it right now. It's like falling off a horse… if you don't get right back on you might never ride again."

"Not exactly," said Neil.

"Close enough," she replied. Then her manner changed from- that of the determined woman to that of the coy young girl, "My parents have gone out tonight… to a party. I'm all alone."

"Oh?" Neil knew exactly what she meant.

"Would you like to come in and visit with me for a while?" she asked.

He decided to test the seriousness of her newfound courage. "Just visit?"

She blinked, swallowed. Finally the courageous words came from her sweet lips. "No, Neil. I want to finish what we started last night."

They were inside the apartment and on the couch in less than two minutes. Christine eagerly lay under him as his lips kissed her neck, as their hips pressed hungrily together, as his cock grew in his pants and pressed a hard lump against her twisting, squirming pussy.

He pushed the T-shirt up to her neck and exposed the wonderful masses of tit. The jostling piles rolled warmly, enthusiastically into his hands. Neil pinched each nipple into puckered fire before closing his sucking lips over one, then the other. She lifted her back and pressed the meaty gobs into his face.

"Oh… Neil. I love the things you do to me. I just love it… " she sighed.

He gave his hips a good, solid grind into her and reached down for the top button of her jeans. She was breathing deeply, her soft, flat belly collapsed down with each gasp. His hand slid easily under the waist of the pants. He touched her fine fur.

"Ohhhhhh…" she sighed.

Then she pushed him back. "No, Neil, not here. Let's go in the bedroom," she whispered.

Neil was quite willing. He rolled off her and she stood up. As he sat on the sofa and watched she walked to the center of the room and did something he never would have expected from her.

First she tugged the T-shirt completely off. As her arms lifted, so did her beautiful breasts. The rode high in the air like two fully inflated balloons. Her nipples were bright red and slick from his saliva.

Then she unbuttoned her jeans and let them fall to her feet. She wore no underwear. She stood before him totally nude, breathtaking, splendid, flawless, and ready. As she stepped away from the pants her legs opened and he saw the pink skin of her tight pussy below the cap of blond, wispy hair.

She giggled over her brazen actions and turned around. Her backside was a high, proud pair of rounded pillows with a shadowed, inviting crack between. She scurried in all her nudity into the bedroom.

Neil didn't rush, but he didn't take his time either. He stripped himself down to bare skin and cock, picked up her clothes and his, then followed. When he entered her bedroom she was on her bed, on top of the covers, stretched out, brave, willing to meet her maker.