Seymour Leggs - Tease Them With Ease

"He did?" The torture Neil had submitted himself to finally dawned on Helen. She went through his explicit poses with Sherry quite slowly. When she got to the series of shots where Neil was running his cock deep up Sherry's asshole she began to blush.

"Unbelievable… " she whispered.

Neil started to apologize. "Uh… maybe you shouldn't look at those… We can burn them now."

"Oh no! We can't! They're too good! I've never had anything turn me on so much!"

"Huh?"

She laid the pictures on the coffee table. "My husband's at work and Tina's staying with her grandparents today. We have all day."

"All day?"

“Yes. That is, if you'll cut school." She started to unbutton her house coat.

Neil had completely forgotten about school. He checked his watch. He was more than an hour late already. But even if he was an hour early he knew he wouldn't go. Not now. Not while Helen was undressing right before him.

She stood up and let the house robe drop to the floor. The magnificent thrust of her full breasts took the air from his lungs. She walked across the living room and her buns ground a steady, lifting, rhythm. His cock began to heat, to rise, to stiffen.

She turned to face him with open arms. Her tits wobbled with firm meatiness, the pile of pubic hair in her crotch was puffy, fluffed, inviting. Neil stood and undid his pants.

"Neil," she said. "I haven't been able to get you out of my mind since that afternoon. I know I said it would only be once, one time, but I have to have you.

Neil kicked his shoes off and shed his shirt. Her hand slid down to her own cunt and started working at the waiting slit. She was whispering, cooing, singing to him.

"I like the pose with that model The one where you have that wonderful cock of yours so deep inside her."

"Oh?" He dropped his shorts and his hard, long cock sprang out and up.

Her eyes twinkled as she stared at the purple-red head of his muscular shaft. "Yes… so deep… so deep inside her. Inside her rear end. That's something rye never done before. Never had it in there."

"Me either. That was my first time," said Neil as he walked to her warm body.

"Really? You look like you really know what you're doing in the picture," she said. Her arms circled his shoulders, her breasts squeezed against his chest.

Neil felt his cock snuggle between her thighs. "Honest, that was the first time."

"Do you think you can teach me?" she asked.

Their mouths clamped tightly together and she worked her heated snatch along his cock. As their mouths parted she whispered, "Teach me, Neil… please teach me."

Neil felt great. Here he was being asked by a beautiful woman several years his senior to teach her about sex. What a kick! He was learning pretty fast about life, love, and women. Pretty fast. Last night it was Christine who taught him not to expect the behavior of a woman from a girl You have to let a girl become a woman, they all do eventually.

And now Helen was teaching him that age meant nothing. It isn't how old you are that counts… it's what you know.

But the greatest lesson came from Mr. Crocker. It was about fame. He said it when he handed the stolen photographs to Neil.

"The most important thing to have when you're riding the crest of fame is friends to pull you back up when it crashes."