BEE-6866B

Tease 'Em With Ease

by Seymour Leggs



Chapter 1

If there's one thing Neil Felton loved more than anything else it was water. Not water to drink but water to dive into, plunge his youthful body into, swim in. He was a brand new senior in high school, still eighteen, two months away from nineteen, a sure bet to make first string on the swim team this coming spring.

That's why he enjoyed his part-time job, which involved a few hours a week after class and Sunday mornings. It was a custom-made job, cleaning the pool at the Green Palms Apartments, a job he was never late to, never complained about. As a matter of fact, Neil saw only one drawback -- not enough hours, which meant not enough pay. But he was only waiting until the time was right to ask Mr. Walker, the owner of the sprawling Los Angeles apartment complex, for more work. He knew there would be plenty of things he could handle and he wanted to make as much money as possible before the swim team started practice and he'd have to cut the hours back.

Even though it was early winter the sun shone and the days were warm in the semitropical western climate, so Neil came directly from school and changed in the pump house into his official nylon swim-team trunks, and increased his smooth, golden tan while working.

His moderately long hair should have been brown but, due to the constant sun he lavished himself in, it was closer to blond than anything else. His first duty was to dive into the pool with a brush and sponge. Then, he would work his away along the blue-tiled pool edge and clean off the collected grease and oils washed from the bodies of the swimmers.

Even though there was a rule that no one should swim unless they showered first and got all the suntan lotion off their body, it was infrequently followed. Understandably, too -- after all, the Green Palms was a pretty large complex. It stretched out in four directions from the pool; "wings" was what Mr. Walker called them.

Each wing was two stories high, the upstairs apartments bad sundecks on one side, and the ground-level apartments had private patios. It was a luxurious, plush place. Palm trees and exotic plants grew with healthy abundance everywhere one looked. Each patio was fenced in for the utmost privacy and landscaped in a manner which almost totally obscured each fence from view.

Neil liked the patio apartments best because from them you could walk directly to the pool. It was convenient and practical, and he knew that if he were grown and married he would choose a place like this to live. Up in the morning and right to the pool for a swim before breakfast.

As a matter of fact, he wondered how many tenants really did that. He was never there in the morning except on Sundays. And the only person he ever saw swimming that early was Mr. Himmel, and that only lasted two Sundays. Mr. Himmel had just moved in but after a few weeks of the athletic life seemed to lose interest.

The only other person Neil saw regularly was Mr. Crocker. He never swam. He was at least eighty, he lived there with his daughter and son-in-law. Mr. Crocker loved the sun though; he was always sitting in the pool area, sometimes watching the sunbathers and swimmers, but most of the time he was sleeping. He was a nice old guy, Neil liked him.

As Neil worked his brush across the last few tiles he looked up and saw Mr. Crocker, fast asleep, sitting in his usual place. He quietly climbed the ladder from the pool not to disturb Mr. Crocker and went into the pump house to get the brush. The brush was an aluminum affair with a twelve-foot handle used to sweep the pool bottom. It hung in the pump house over the filters and pressure tanks, it was always a hassle to get down and outside.

Neil had to struggle for several minutes to get the blasted thing free. Then he noticed that the brush part had come loose, so he had to dig up screwdriver and tighten it, which took more time. The hum of the filtering system filled his ears as he repaired the giant brush, so he didn't hear the splash.

It wasn't until he had the long handle hallway out the door that he heard the commotion. A high-pitched, female voice filled the air with a wretched screech. He spun around and saw a blond-haired woman staring over the top of her patio fence. She was excited, hysterical, pointing at the pool.

Then Neil saw it. Or rather her. The little girl. Down deep in the pool and hardly moving. He didn't waste a second. The brush clattered onto the cement as he dropped it and leaped into the water. By this time Mr. Crocker was rubbing his eyes and as awake as he could ever hope to get. He saw Neil fly by and splash, then all he saw were bubbles.

As Neil came up with the small girl, she couldn't have been more than five or six, the hysterical screaming once again filled his ears. But he knew everything was all right, the girl was okay, no one near death could have struggled like she did. Her fingers tore at his hair and pulled his ear, she kicked and twisted like a fighting animal as he brought her face back to a more friendly atmosphere.

Then there were two high-pitched whines. One was mom, the other daughter. But daughter's scream served to let mom know all was okay, she disappeared behind her fence. Neil carried the still-thrashing child from the water and holding her in his arms walked toward the patio of the screaming mother.

But the girl was wet and wild, she squirmed and kicked in the most ungrateful manner. Neil slipped and almost dropped her when the tiny foot smashed cruelly into his softest spot and sent his unprotected testicles into a chorus of agonizing pain. The swim-team suits had no supporters built in and the coach told them not to wear them, because they constricted the hips and tired the legs. during swimming. Of course, the lack of protection did have a bad side too.

Neil grimaced with pain and managed to somehow hold on to the little girl Then the mother came rushing out, tears in eyes, all concern and worry. Neil gladly turned his squirming charge over to her. It was Mrs. Thompson, Neil liked her, she was a nice, friendly lady who always said hello.

"Oh, my baby!" she moaned and hugged the child tight.

The little girl stopped howling and kicking when she finally recognized the safety of mother's arms. Mrs. Thompson was in a bikini swimsuit that might as well not have been there at all. Neil enjoyed watching her when she came out of her patio to wade with her daughter. She was beautiful, slim but full, with a narrow waistline and large, soft breasts and full, round hips.

He knew she was at least twenty-eight, much too old to be interested in him, but he could always dream. Even though her body was so splendid Neil was most attracted to her face. It was the nicest, kindest face he could think of. She had perfect white teeth, a flawless complexion, petulant, almost puffy lips, and the deepest eyes he'd ever seen.

To Neil deep eyes meant eyes that show more than the whites, iris, and pupil. Something else was there, an understanding, an ability to say something as simple as hello and give it a full, honest sincerity. Maybe that was it, sincerity. Anyway, it was something he didn't get when the girls at school said hello. The closest thing to it he ever found was when he talked with Mr. Crocker, but it wasn't in Mr. Crocker's eyes, 'cause Mr. Crocker always wore sunglasses. In Mr. Crocker it was something else, something Neil didn't quite yet understand.

Then an amazing thing happened. Mrs. Thompson put her daughter down on the cement and slapped her plump little backside. The girl had stopped crying but it immediately started again.

"That's for going out without me!" the mother scolded.

The daughter ran tearfully into the patio. Then it happened: Mrs. Thompson stood in front of Neil and hugged him. She used both arms and really hugged like she meant it. Neil felt the soft, warm squash of her big breasts as they plastered against his wet chest. He smelled the sweetness of her suntanned body and felt her breath as she kissed his cheek.

Neil was stunned. Embarrassed, too. The flimsy swim-team trunks were proving to be inadequate cover for the erection he felt bidding for full expression. He didn't know what to do, something down deep inside told him to wrap his arms around her too, to push his tight little ass forward until the stiffening muscle of his crotch touched her soft box. But he couldn't, not out in the open, in front of all the people staring over their patio fences and out their windows.

"Thank you so much, Neil," she whispered in his ear. "I don't know what I can do to thank you."

She stepped back and focused those deep eyes on his. He thought he might fall right inside her pupils and disappear forever. He blushed, it was a blush that broke the spectrum and, even though he didn't know it, broke any resistance the lady might have had to his boyish charm.

"Gosh, Mrs. Thompson, it wasn't anything ..." muttered Neil.

"Call me Helen, please," she said.

Neil nodded. He couldn't speak

"Can I ask another favor, Neil?" she asked.

Neil eagerly looked into her stare again and felt himself falling away once more. He managed a "sure."

"Would you come inside and see if Tina's completely all right? I know you swim a lot, you'd know what to look for more than I would."

"Sure, but I think she's okay."

She took his hand and led him into the patio. "Just to make sure," she said as she closed the patio door.

They were alone, closed off from the whole pool area. Neil had never been in one of the patios before and now he realized why the tenants preferred them to lying by the pool. It was really private, cozy, like a tropical garden all to yourself. Mrs. Thompson -- Helen -- took him inside.

Tina was in great shape except for a sore bottom where her mother had reinforced the no-swimming-alone rule. She stood in the corner of her room and moped while Neil and Helen reassured themselves that the little girl was unharmed.

"I kept her home from school today because she said she had a cold," Helen said. "Next thing I know she's in the pool and almost drowned."

Tina sniffed.

Neil said nothing. He stood back, with his eyes averted at an angle which happened to catch the long, slender lines of Helen's supple legs. He drifted his eyes upward from the slim ankles to the tight, firm calves and full, smooth thighs. As Helen bent forward over her daughter and dried her off Neil could see the soft, plushy flesh of her lower backside creep from the inadequate bikini bottom.

The sharp contrast of her white buns against the deep tan of her legs made Neil swallow. There was no doubt that he was privileged to view flesh which was reserved for the sight, and whatever else he wanted to do with it, of her husband. And he knew she had a husband, everyone did, the man was so enormous, so bound with rippling muscles that no one ever let himself forget Helen was thoroughly married.

"All right, my sick little girl, into bed with you. And you better stay there," said Helen.

That's when Neil noticed that Tina was naked. Helen had taken off her wet sunsuit and dried the girl. Tina climbed onto her bed and pulled at the covers. For a split second before looking away Neil had an unhampered view of the little girl's bare backside. He didn't want to see it, he was already excited enough by staring at Helen, he didn't want his mind to think he was excited by a little girl. He turned away but couldn't help wondering if in time Tina's round little fanny would grow into something as wondrous as her mother's curving, full rump.

Helen led Neil into the living room after closing Tina's door. "Oh, I'm still shaking," she said.

"Well, everything's okay," Neil said.

"Yes, thanks to you. I'm so glad you were there, Neil, I never could have gotten to her in time."

Then Neil had to suffer through one of those long, painful silences while furiously trying to think of something to say. He couldn't. But Helen saved him. "I need some coffee," she said. "Would you like a cup?"

Neil knew he had to go back to work, but the questioning look from those deep eyes made it impossible to refuse, "Yes, ma'am."

"Ma'am?" Her eyebrows lifted.

"Helen," he whispered.

She smiled. "You're a very polite young man, Neil. It's a nice thing to meet someone like you."

He gritted his teeth. Every time she said something like that it made him more uncomfortable. He strained for something to say after she said that. He knew he was polite, but hell, he couldn't just agree with her, say something like, "You bet I am. I'm so polite I'm awkward when I get around women that turn me on. No, not just women, even girls." Neil just swallowed and grinned.

"Sit down, the coffee will take a minute.'

He was glad to sit, the noticeable bulge in his swimsuit was much more discreet in that position. In silence he watched while she poured two cups of hot coffee and put them on a tray.

"Most people won't drink hot coffee on a warm day," she said. "But it's been proven that a hot drink makes you feel cooler on the outside."

"Oh?" Neil was pleased with his remarkable ability at idle conversation.

"Honest," she replied with a grin. "Come on, let's sit on the patio."

She led the way with the tray and Neil followed. The lift and fall of each of her sweet buns stole his full attention. He wanted to run from the yard and dive into the cool comfort of the swimming pool before she noticed how excited he was. God, she would have to notice if his cock persisted in stiffening up like it was!

She sat on the chaise lounge and he took one of those canvas bucket-type chairs that literally swallow you. But it was a poor choice. If he put his legs together his body rolled back and he couldn't sit up and drink the coffee. He had to lean well forward with his legs spread to appear even civilized, but then the persistent bulge was visible.

Neil tried to keep from looking at her, tried to keep from even thinking about her, in an attempt to make his muscle go down: The harder he tried, the stiffer it grew. He was trapped. He knew if he stood the spike would poke straight out like a big banana. And if he waited for it to go down he might be there until midnight.

Helen leaned forward to stir her coffee and Neil unwillingly found himself drinking in the full beauty of her two bulbous breasts. Wow! He knew they were big, but as she leaned and the flimsy top hung away from them he could see the nipples and everything. Neil finally realized that breasts never looked as big as they do when they're naked.

And white. Pure white skin stretched in round, plump mounds with pink nipples on each end. Circular, fleshy, pulpy nipples with little tits on each end. Like two doorbells, two upside-down suction cups, two strawberries on mounds of creamy vanilla ice cream. That did it. Neil's cock attained full erection. It was impossible not to. All he could think about was adding his nuts and banana to her sundae breasts to make a banana split.

Then Helen sat back and fully realized what she was doing to the youthful man across from her. He could feel her eyes as they scoured his firm, well-muscled body, covered the golden tan and finally settled on the high-powered, fully stretched staff of flexed meat in his swimsuit.

"I want to reward you for saving Tina," she said.

Neil knew what she meant but couldn't do one damned thing about it. He just sat like a thunderstruck log as she sat up and reached back. She was undoing the top of her bikini and he was beginning to perspire. But that was nothing compared to the sweat that covered him as she slowly lowered the flower-printed cups away from her swollen titties.

He could have gasped if he had the energy. But it seems every bit of Neil's juices were concentrated in his crotch. His cock pounded with anxious anticipation at finally, after all these years of waiting, being able to feel the hug of warm, wet sex around its sensitive head.

She was showing him her breasts, displaying them! And he could look! He knew he could, he didn't have to sneak a peek at the beauties as she bent over. Oh no, these were here for him to stare at, explore, wonder over. And they were well worth the sweat. They were full, ripe breasts like those on the women in the magazines, real big women's tits that hung slightly under their own weight.

His palms sweated they wanted to feel the boobs so bad. But Helen made no offer. Instead she hoisted her rear end up and reached underneath. Neil's pulse pounded like a kettle drum in his skull as she wiggled the bikini bottom off her legs. He saw the wisping hair of her crotch.

Curling, graceful hair reached high in a little pile where her legs joined together. A vivid V of white flesh cut from far below her navel down into the hair to disappear. She saw he was marveling over the contrast in her skin color.

"I was sunbathing in the nude when I heard Tina go in the pool," she said. "That's why I couldn't run right out and get her. I'm trying to get tan all over so when my bikini hikes up I don't look so funny."

Neil found his voice and was quite proud of what he said when he later remembered it: "I don't think there's anything funny about the way you look."

That really pleased her. She beamed and stretched languidly before him. Neil thought he was going to come. His body was pounding fiercely, his breathing came in short, erratic gasps, he was a wreck. Then she did it, she finally did the thing that made him almost pass out.

She reached her hand out and said, "Come here."

His legs wobbled, knees shook, and he stumbled as he managed to throw himself from the damned canvas chair. But the movement saved him. His eminent ejaculation was stalled and somehow he managed to reach the side of the chaise lounge and stand staring like a drunken idiot.

She swung her legs to the side and sat right in front of him. He couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't do a damned thing as she reached up and hooked her fingers inside his swim-team trunks. She tried to get them down but found great difficulty with his stiff spike refusing to cooperate.

Neil's flat, hard stomach trembled as she dug her fingers down the front of the trunks and touched the fire-hot cock head. He felt the stabbing reaction throughout his whole body and unintentionally his hips wrenched forward. She giggled and wrestled the swimsuit quickly down.

His cock was as special to Neil as every man's cock is to himself. But when he heard the thrilled sigh and a slight groan of Helen he knew he possessed a fine tool indeed. He had read that the average-length cock was six inches, so he'd measured his own. He had tipped the ruler at eight and a questionable quarter, but had always wondered if it meant much.

"Oh ... Neil, you're beautiful," Helen sighed.

Neil felt ten stories tall. Then he felt her hand wrapping gently around the base of his throbbing shaft. Then the other hand above the first. She sat in front of him, holding his cock like a baseball bat and smiling. Neil had never had his cock held before by anyone, as a matter of fact he had never even had anyone compliment him on the size, the beauty of it before.

He was proud as hell, happy as could be, but the shaking wouldn't stop. Then she did it. Those lips of hers, those full, petulant lips puckered up and blew a cool shaft of air right onto his burning cock head. Neil looked down just in time to see her lean closer and place a tender, soft, almost maternal kiss right on the tip top of his cock.

His whole spine rocked and whipped, his hips jerked spasmodically forward, and his cock erupted. The perfectly balanced beauty of his purple-red, swollen cock head pumped a seemingly endless stream of white, sticky sperm with powerful gushing spurts right out at her.

Neil was embarrassed but there was nothing he could do. He was relieved to see she quickly moved her face away and saved herself from getting drenched. Instead she sat up even higher until her breasts were level with his pumping cock then mushed the ecstatic pole between them.

Neil felt the soft hug of her tender flesh as the big tits enveloped his crying pecker. He felt himself still shooting cream, this time spraying it into the white tissue and across the now bright-red nipples. But his embarrassment was gone, she seemed to be enjoying his premature ejaculation thoroughly.

She pulled slightly away and he heard the sticky separation between his stick and her soft breasts. But she just moved enough to give herself working room. Then she brushed the cream-coated breasts back and forth against his drained pecker, banging the large beauties against his stiff hardness. Each nipple was puckered up tight like a small button now, and the sperm smeared and spread into a fine, uniform film of wetness. The tits glowed like they were covered with suntan lotion.

She hummed. It was a happy, down-deep hum of great satisfaction as her hands slowly went behind him to cup each solid cheek of his ass and then press his now-still hips hard against her slick breasts. She rested her cheek against his firm stomach for several moments before moving.

She looked up, the deep eyes had him once more. "Lie down on the mat," she whispered.

"I'm sorry about what happened ... " Neil mumbled.

She grinned and shrugged. "There's nothing to be sorry about, Neil. It was a compliment, a very nice thing, I'm just pleased that I was the cause," she said.

Suddenly Neil understood. So what? he thought to himself. I can do it again, I'm not all through, he decided. He felt a lot better and stepped back to the mat she indicated. He didn't know if he should lie on his stomach or back.

He had little time to wonder because she was right behind him and urged him onto his back with the gentle pressure of her caressing hands.

"Just lie back, and relax Neil. Let me show you how good it can feel," she whispered.

He did. Her hands didn't stop for one second. They brushed across the tightly muscled contours of his chest and arms before heading downward to the tautness of his stomach and sensitivity of his pubic patch. He felt the fingers coiling into his hair, then once again wrap around his cock.

"You haven't even gone soft," she remarked as her hands worked his cock back to the former heat.

Neil hardly heard her. He was washed into a state of complete putty in her hands. He never felt so good in his life, he couldn't believe it was happening. Here he was, flat on his back and naked, with Mrs. Thompson -- Helen -- a woman, a real married woman, stroking his cock. Boy!

Then her mouth was on his chest. She kissed each of his nipples and traveled her tender lips in a trail down the center of his chest and stomach right for his straining rod. Slowly, softly the lips moved closer and closer. His body trembled as each inch of flesh was tenderly kissed. But she stopped short of his throbbing muscle and lifted up.

Her leg, that beautiful leg, was straddling him. She was mounting him. He looked down and saw her cunt as she sat over his hips on her knees. The bright pink pussy lips hung down below her hair and glistened with wetness. She was turned on. She was wet and hot for him. Neil inhaled a deep breath and wished he knew what to do.

"Just lie still," she said. "You don't have to do a thing."

He wanted to tell her that was about the only thing he could do but words were the last thing his dry throat could have formed. He swallowed and stared at the rocking mountains of her huge breasts while she rocked forward. He felt her hand on his cock head again, this time she was maneuvering it into position, straight up, right under those slick lips.

Then she sat down on his stiff stick and Neil felt it. For the first time in his life he experienced the wonderful feel of a woman's wet, slick pussy walls enveloping his boiling cock. He could feel the flare of his cock head as it pressed her juicy tissues back and around, then he could feel the tissues merge around the hardness of his shaft to hug tight, squeeze, soothe his pulsating rod with gentle firmness.

"Oh, my God, you're big," she whispered as his long muscle moved deeper and deeper into her slippery hole. With a final grunt and sigh she let her whole weight down on his spike and sent it completely up inside her. She held still, very still, and Neil could see she was biting her lip as the head of his staff collided into the deepest regions of her oozing pussy.

"Ummmmmmnimm ... that's so good," she said. Her eyes were closed, each of her hands rested on one of his breasts. Slowly she lifted and began to ease herself back and forth on the deep-seated pecker. Neil felt the slick friction of her cunt walls wash against his cock head, felt the warm smoothness of her thighs on each side of his hips, felt the dripping liquid of her box as it ran onto his balls.

As she moved back and forth her breasts started to rock, to rumble, to jostle with a bubbly motion. They still shone with his cream, the nipples had lost their hardness and now had a soft, fleshy appearance. He wanted to reach up and touch the mammoth mounds, to squeeze them, to feel them.

Her eyes were closed and he saw the tip of her tongue peek from between her lips and wash back and forth. She was really getting hot, he thought. She was loving his stick. Neil felt great, he felt happy, he was encouraged. So he reached up and cupped his hands under the bouncing tits.

She moaned. He squeezed his fingers into the soft but firm flesh and watched as the nipples expanded. She leaned against his hands and the breasts squashed flat and big under his fingers. He kneaded the fun flesh, caressed it, soothed it as her hips picked up speed and she started to lift and drop herself on him.

He could hear the slap of her buns against his thighs as she dropped down on his uplifted pole. Then she would jerk up quickly and drop again. Her hands gripped his chest tightly as each of her movements became quicker, more anxious, hotter. Her gasping breath now matched his. Neil could see they were equally aroused.

"Pinch me ..." she murmured. "Pinch my nipples ..."

She was begging him, crying for him to pinch her nipples. Neil took one nipple between his forefinger and thumb and squeezed. It flattened out and turned a brighter red. As he released it the amazing button immediately puckered into a tight cone.

"Oh, yes ..." she hummed.

He did the other one. Then he took handfuls of her smooth breasts and squeezed tight, and she moaned and bucked her hips even faster. She loved it. Neil didn't stop, he wanted her to enjoy what he did, wanted her to find satisfaction in him equal to what he was getting from her.

The slick rub of her box was caressing his cock back to the point of no recall. He felt it in his legs and along his spine. He was going to come again, going to spray his jism once more. But this time it was going to be deep inside her burning cunt, right up there where it belonged, way inside where cream and pumping cocks should be.

"Oh, Neil!" she gasped. "So close! I'm so close!"

He squeezed large handfuls of her tit as hard as he could. The balloons mushed fiat in his hand and she nodded her head up and down with concentration. The slap of her backside turned to a continuous blur of sound as she clipped her hips at a remarkable speed.

All Neil could feel was the tingling, vibrating sensation of his cock as it came nearer and nearer the point of explosion. Her body stiffened, she arched her back so that the breasts jutted forward with hungry fullness, she bit her lip and moaned way down inside.

He felt his sperm rise along his completely imbedded pole. She groaned and twisted. The sperm reached his cock head. She ground herself down hard on him and suddenly went limp.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh ..." she moaned with half shut eyes. "Yes, yes, yes, it feels so wonderful ... "

He felt the tremble along the walls of her box just as his cream spilled. His hips jerked up hard and held her in the air as the first wracking jolt of his climax coursed through his perspiration-coated body.

The sensation of his sperm pumping into her sent Helen into a flurry of action. She clipped her pussy, swirled the sweet skin back and forth around his gushing rod, then fell forward onto his heaving chest. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pressed her lips against his.

Neil's mouth opened automatically and he felt her wet, cool tongue slide inside to wash back and forth. Their tongues danced together as his cock emptied a plentiful load inside her jerking, clasping pussy.

Then everything was still except for the slow grind of her happy pussy on his even happier shaft. She lay on top of him for a long time while the trembling, gasping motions of her soft body subsided. Then she sat up on her haunches and smiled down at him.

Neil smiled back. He had never felt so great in his life. What a woman!

"Two things, Neil. Two things you have to promise me," she said.

"Sure."

"That you'll never tell anyone about this ..."

Neil nodded. "Never."

"And that you'll forget it happened because we can never do it again."
Neil started to nod out of politeness, then stopped. "I'll never be able to forget this!"

She liked that She smiled. "Well, you know what I mean. Don't hope we can ever do it again -- after all, I am married."

The picture of Helen's enormous husband came into Neil's mind and left him little doubt about the dangers of trying for more of her gorgeous body. He silently nodded.

She lifted herself off of him with the sounds of sticky separation. His cock had lost the hard-on, it fell sideways in limp satisfaction. She leaned down and kissed him on the mouth once more before saying, "You better go now."

Neil stood up and pulled his swimsuit on. As he was about to leave she said, "Thank you, Neil. Thank you ever so much for everything."

"Thank you, ma'am ... I mean Helen. Thank you."

Once again her deep eyes tried to pull him inside and away but Neil didn't resist. He wished they actually could. After a silent but not awkward pause, he left the patio and went back to work.



Chapter 2

Neil didn't have to come back to clean the pool for two days. When he did there was little to do. But he washed the tiles again and struggled the long brush out of the pump house. As he stood brushing the small collection of debris along the pool bottom toward the drain, Christine Hamilton passed by. 

"Hi, Christine," he said.

"Hello," she answered almost as if he weren't there. Then she was gone.

Neil stared back into the water and continued his brushing. Christine was a year behind him in school, she lived in the apartments with her parents. For two years he had admired her from a distance, then he got this job. Now he saw her more often, and each time he did his heart skipped a beat, but it didn't seem to matter. She would say hello and be polite but it was obvious the distance was still there.

Christine was a popular girl at school. This year she was chosen to be one of the High Kickers. The High Kickers were the high school drill team, or dance team. A selection of the most beautiful, most poised girls on campus. And in Neil's estimation, she was the most attractive of all.

Last week, during the first football game of the year, the High Kickers performed at half-time. Neil sat in the bleachers and was able to pick her out from all the rest. His heart ached for her attention, she was outstanding, breathtaking. But he knew how futile his hopes were.

He worked after school. The only activity he was involved in was the swim team. Last year he was only a second stringer, nothing glorious. He didn't have the time to cultivate a wide range of friends, to be a big man on campus, to be popular and have the opportunity to select a fitting girlfriend.

Then there was his shyness. Neil hated it. Whenever he was among the popular people he found he couldn't speak, couldn't say the cool, witty things they were always coming up with. He considered himself a dullard, a fool, a dud.

"You were quite a hero the other day," came a voice from behind him.

Neil snapped out of his deep thought, and turned. It was Mr. Crocker, good old Mr. Crocker. He sat in his usual chair with his sunglasses on and nodded.

"Oh, all I did was pull the girl out of the pool," said Neil. 
Mr. Crocker grinned and showed his yellow teeth. The sparse gray hairs on his chin glittered in the bright sunlight. "Oh, that's what you think, my boy It's the simple things, the small acts, which make the difference between a normal man and a heroic man."

"Well ..."

Mr. Crocker just kept talking right on through Neil's sentence, as was his habit. "Of course you are still pretty young. I don't know if you're a man yet. You have the body of one, but hell, that doesn't mean a thing. Maybe you're a boy-hero."

Neil knew the elderly gent was putting him on. He always referred to Neil as some kind of child, and indeed he was a child in the eyes of a man in his eighties. "I'm going to be nineteen pretty soon, Mr. Crocker."

"Ah yes, nineteen, I remember it well. When I reached nineteen I thought I had done it all. I was ready to retire then. Now look at me, I'm eighty-two and trying to make people think I have plenty of good years left."

"You do, Mr. Crocker."

"I have years but that's about it. I don't know what's so good about them. I sit out here and watch what's going on. Look at the half-naked ladies and wish I were your age. My sight is about the only decent sense I have left, but I sure do enjoy what I see. Heh-heh."

Mr. Crocker always managed to steer the conversation around to the ladies. Neil and the old man had had many long conversations about how things were in the old days. How the women were much more coy, a lot tougher to win over. The old man always ended his talks with the remark that now everything was easy and available, now that it was too late for him to do anything about it.

"Say," continued the old man, "that little girl's mother sure is a sight for sore eyes. She was wearing the smallest swimsuit I've ever seen.

Neil nodded and held his silence.

"She's a real beautiful woman, don't you think?"

"Uh-huh."

"When I was your age, the underwear women wore were ten times more covering than that swimsuit. And you know ... heh-heh ... I used to get really worked up when I saw a lady in her girdle. Can you believe that? Lord, things sure have changed."

Neil pictured old Mr. Crocker wrestling some young lady out of her corset and began to giggle.

"Think it's funny?" the old man said. "Well, you're right. We've had the Stone Age, the Iron Age, and all the rest of the ages. Now it's the flesh age ... and damnit, I'm too old to get in on it"

"Oh, you're not that old ..." lied Neil.

"You'll see, you'll see. But for Pete's sake make hay while the sun shines, that's what I always said. And I made my hay whenever I could ... took a lot of work, too. But you're living in the age of liberation and sexual revolution, so score while you can. History repeats itself, and those damned girdles and corsets will be back on the women before you know it. Mark my words, young man.

"I'll try my best," said Neil

"That's all you can do. Never take no for an answer and never think twice ... just do it ... may seem like a risky thing at the time ... but when you get to be my age you'll have memories to dream about ..."

The old man drifted off to sleep and Neil continued his sweeping. He really enjoyed Mr. Crocker's stories of the past and he respected the old man. He had lived a long, active life and was trying to impart his years of experience to Neil. Neil felt obliged to listen, to try his hardest to understand just what the lesson was the old man was trying to pass on.

He hadn't seen Helen since the other day but was anxious to. Not for any reason other than to show her he was in full control of himself. He wanted her to see him, hear him give her a casual greeting that showed no trace of what they had done. Even though she'd hardly left his thoughts for two days, Neil knew he could play the we-didn't-do-it game with complete and total conviction.

But his head was swimming ever since she so kindly relieved him of his virginity. Suddenly the girls at school seemed just that -- girls. There wasn't one pair of deep eyes among the whole co-ed population. They seemed silly, flirtatious, juvenile, and not worth the effort.

In contrast, Neil felt manly, worldly, mature. He didn't need wit or charm, he was acting the role of the strong, silent type. The man who quietly, discreetly, was carrying on an affair with a married, older woman. He felt comfortable in the part even though he knew the affair was nothing more than a one-shot occurrence. But he could dream.

He finished his sweeping and managed to get the brush hung over the filters with minimum hassle. Now he had to flush the filters and tidy up the pump-house. The water roared loud in his ears as he worked at his task. He didn't hear the person in the open doorway until she yelled.

"Are you Neil?" she screeched.

Neil jumped and spun around. He faced a woman with a short, businesslike haircut. She was dressed in a light beige suit and carried a briefcase. He turned the valves on the filters until the noise subsided then looked back up to notice the lady was smiling. She had straight white teeth and a very attractive face.

"Yes?" he asked.

She stuck her hand out to him like an insurance salesman and said, "My name is Gloria Tyson. I'm a reporter with the Chronicle."

"Oh." Neil took the tiny hand and shook it. She shook back with a strong, firm shake.

"I was told I could find you here by Mr. Walker, your employer"

"Uh-huh." Neil had no idea why.

"Is there some place where we can talk?"

"Uh, sure ... I guess so," he stammered.

She saw he didn't understand. "I want to interview you. We need a place where it's not so noisy."

"Interview me? Why?"

“We'll get to that. Where can we go?"

"Uh ... how about the lanai?" The lanai was what Mr. Walker had labeled the recreation room. It was a small building that stood on the far side of the pool area, where tenants could play pool and sit around tables. As far as Neil could recall, he'd never seen anyone use it.

"Oh. that's perfect," she replied.

As they walked from the pump house to the lanai Neil noticed that his first impression of the lady was inaccurate. The suit and briefcase had thrown him. Actually the suit did little to conceal the rhythmic roll and lift of her firm, round backside and the fullness of her breasts. She was a small woman, tiny and compact, with a disarming manner of business propriety about her.

They sat on the floral-print couch in the shade of the poolside playroom. She opened her briefcase and took out a photograph.

"This picture came into our office yesterday afternoon and I've been sent out to get a cover story for it," she said.

Neil looked at the photograph. It was him. And the girl. He was shocked by the clear beauty and professionalism of the photo. There he was, dripping wet, out of the pool with the struggling girl in his arms. But she didn't look like she was struggling. She looked unconscious, one arm wrapped around his neck, her face away from the camera, her body contorted like the victim of some great tragedy.

It was a full-length photo that showed his whole body. His build looked terrific, his narrow waist and strong legs. The skimpy swim-team trunks. But the most surprising thing about the picture was the expression on Neil's face. It brought back all the pain and agony he had suffered from the solid kick in the balls by the girl's tiny foot.

His face was a grimace of fear, suffering, it looked like he was in the grip of some great torture, some powerful panic which controlled his whole being. Dots of water sparkled on his skin, streams of wetness streaked his face like tears; all in all, the picture made him feel like some victim of a great holocaust carrying his stricken child from the wreckage.

"Isn't it beautiful," said the lady.

"I don't know what to say ... "

"Well, first let me tell you what happened. It seems someone took this photograph when you saved the girl's life. I talked with the photographer yesterday --  you see he called the news with the lead on the story. Then I talked with Mrs. Thompson, the girl's mother. What I want to do now is talk with you before I write the story and we run the picture."

"You mean it's going to be in the papers?"

"Only if you consent."

Her look imparted the complete responsibility to him. Neil felt flattered, impressed with himself. "But ... I didn't do anything that good. All I did was jump in and pull her out."

"That's not the question ... the question is, do we have your permission to run the photograph?"

"Uh ... well, sure, why not."

She smiled. "Good. Now, you leave the question as to whether or not what you did was important up to us, okay?"

"Okay." The woman had a strong way about her, Neil noticed. She was like one of his teachers, strict but not hard. She handled herself in a way that let you know she was all business, and he admired that.

"How old are you?" she asked.

"Seventeen."

"I know where you go to school and that you're on the swim-team. Also how long you've worked here and that you're a responsible young man. As a matter of fact, all I really needed was your permission to run the photograph. Everyone else I talked to filled me in on your history with glowing detail."

"Oh?"

"Yes, you are an admired, respected young man. I've talked with your teachers and with several of the people living here. They all like you.

Neil blushed. It was another one of those crimson spectrum-stretchers that left his face somewhere between violet and beyond. As a matter of fact, the blush was so red, so visible, that Gloria Tyson also blushed.

After a pause in which Neil noticed she was staring at his thighs she said, "What I want to know is why you did it."

"Why? Because she would have drowned."

"Yes, but why did you risk your life? Why did you think of the girl first and not yourself?" she asked.

"Huh? I wasn't risking anything. I just had to jump in the pool and grab her, that's all. I can swim, I jump in the pool all the time. There wasn't any risk"

She settled back on the sofa and smiled. It was a mellow, admiring smile. "Neil, we live in an age of indifference. Last month a lady was beaten and robbed in broad daylight on a street in downtown Los Angeles. There must have been a hundred people who saw it. Not one of them did a thing to help her."

"But that's different," Neil protested.

"Okay. Last week a little girl about the same age as Tina somehow got onto the Ventura Freeway. Do you think anyone stopped and kept her from wandering into the traffic? Would that have been taking a risk? Would that have been so tough? No. But thousands of cars sped by and ignored her. Why? Because the people in those cars were to busy worrying about being on time, getting home, or getting to some big sale. That girl was on the freeway for more than half an hour before a patrol car spotted her. Thank God she wasn't hit."

Gloria's tirade was accented by sweeps of her hands and an intense seriousness. Neil was silent, he couldn't argue with someone who felt so deeply about such things. Maybe she was right.

Her hand rested on his bare thigh to give her next statement an added impact. "But you weren't indifferent. You didn't even hesitate. You jumped right in to save the little girl like it was the only thing to do. Neil, you performed' a heroic act."

"I don't know ..." he mumbled.

Her hand didn't move. "I mean It, Neil. You are one in a million. A real man."

His blush came back. Half from her flattery, half from the closeness of her hand to his most sensitive crotch. His cock was responding with a lift of hope, a bid for recognition. As he blushed her hand made a slight, soft move closer to his anxious cock. It was as if she didn't do it, but he felt it, and so did his cock.

Like a spring-loaded pole his cock strained upward against the thin material of his swimsuit. And she noticed. Before Neil knew what was happening he felt the full pressure of her palm against his cock head, felt it rolling against his hot flesh, encouraging his erection, working it up to higher and higher proportions.

With her free hand she picked up the photograph and looked quickly at it. So did Neil. That's when he noticed what had her attention. In the picture his swimsuit was wet, he had just climbed from the pool, the thin fabric was washed back tight against his cock to provide the viewer with a perfectly clear outline of his long, at the time throbbing, pecker. Even his flared cock head was visible. Neil gulped but the photo was swiftly put into the briefcase and shoved aside.

Gloria's hand was now kneading his stiff rod with eager, anxious strokes. She grinned and said, "Oh, that feels real good, it feels real nice.

The businesslike aura of Gloria was gone. She had changed her personality. Now she hungrily worked her hand up and down the straining spike and stared with greedy anticipation at the tremendous pole of muscle pressing against the trunks. She turned on her side and leaned into Neil.

Her breasts pushed into his shoulder, he could feel the soft fullness even through her suit jacket. He saw the hem of her trim skirt slide far up her thighs as she brought her legs up and knelt on the sofa next to him. Her hand didn't leave the warm heat of his iron-hard cock for one second.

"Are we safe here?" she asked as her free hand fumbled at the buttons of her blouse.

"I guess so," said Neil. He didn't fully realize what she meant.

"Will anybody come in?"

"Oh no, probably not. No one ever uses the lanai." She shook her head as the blouse came loose and said, "Oh, I don't care if the president walks in, I can't stop now! I have to have it!"

Neil saw the white cups and elastic of her bra straining to hold in large mounds of tender, trembling breast. In contrast to Helen, Gloria had no suntan lines. She wasn't the outdoor type, more the studious, intellectual type, Neil figured. But as different as they were there was one great similarity -- the eagerness into which they went after his cock.

"Hurry, Neil, take off your trunks," she said as she stood and reached under her skirt to tug her underpants down.

As she stepped from the satin briefs Neil stood. His stiff rod strained hard against the suit and he had only managed to undo the drawstrings before her impatience became unbearable. She pushed his fumbling fingers aside and pulled hard on the suit. His large rod bent and buckled as the trunks went down his thighs, but as soon as the suit cleared his crotch the taut, rubbery cock sprang out and up with a youthful bound.

"Oh. God. Oh, my Cod," hissed Gloria as she viewed the swaying, slightly arched pillar of stiff flesh. "The picture doesn't even do you justice."

Neil just stood there as Gloria reached down and lifted the hem of her skirt up to her waist. He saw the smooth lines of her petite legs and a terrifically large patch of curling black crotch hair. She sat sideways on the couch and straddled her legs wide apart.

As Neil walked to the end of the couch and decided just how to go about attacking her fuzzy box, she squished her breasts up in her bra until they popped over the brim. Her bright red nipples were like two pulpy dots staring at him. Neil looked between her wide-spread legs, followed the contours of her inner thighs up to the crimson slit sitting above the flattened buns of her ripe backside.

"Come on, Neil. I know you're a man of unhesitating action. Show me how much of a hero you are, she urged.

Neil went to his knees on the sofa between her welcoming legs. But first he wanted to touch her cunt, to feel it, caress the wondrous hole. His fingers moved into the slick wetness of her pussy lips and she gasped. He pushed them to each side until the slick inner tissues showed and a slow drool of thick liquid poured out.

"Oh. Neil ... " she sighed.

He slid a finger inside the hot skin and sent it far up until his last knuckle was covered by her quivering lips. She lifted herself up and swayed from left to right as he twisted the finger from side to side, feeling, exploring.

“That's it, Neil ... work me up ... get me real hot and I'll go crazy, absolutely crazy ... ."

He quickly pumped the finger in and out of the warm slit. He found that the faster he pumped, the more she responded; then, on an impulse, he slid two fingers inside. She groaned and wrenched herself up to his digging probe. Her head whipped from side to side and she sucked -- loud for each breath. Then Neil felt her tight grip on his cock.

"Put it in me, Neil ... I want to feel your cock in-side me, please!"

She tugged hard at his meat while he. removed the fingers and lay forward. He was thankful she guided his flared cock head deftly into the opening of her cunt. He wasn't quite sure how he would -have managed with blind stabs in the general area of her oozing cunt.

Once his cock head met her anxious pussy lips, it was all reflex action. He knew what to do by instinct. His buns flexed and pushed downward. The long, erect cock dug neatly inside her twisting hole. She felt warm, smooth, slick, good. He felt his cock head stretch her slippery skin back and surge deeper and deeper.

"Oh! Uhhhhh!" she moaned in his ear. "It's so good!"

Her encouraging cries only served to arouse Neil even more. He pushed himself deep and fast until she gasped in pain as his cock dead-ended into her uppermost regions. His cock was almost completely imbedded. Her hips were a flutter of constant jerks and swirls around the fine fill of his terrific meat.

Neil slowly withdrew and she sighed with relief. But just as soon as he was almost out he changed directions and reentered. Her hands gripped his bare shoulders tight as the mammoth column filled and stretched her glorying cunt.

"Go fast, Neil ... go real fast ... Pound it in me ." she mumbled.

Neil looked down on her smiling face and saw she was much older than he had guessed. He figured she was about Helen's age, but now, up close, it was obvious she was older. He was a poor judge of age but knew she had to be in her thirties at least. And here she was going crazy under the cock of a seventeen-year-old boy!

Suddenly Neil felt powerful, strong. He rammed his stick deep and fast inside her. Then he pulled back and repeated. With each stroke he went a little faster, a little harder. She let out a little yelp each time he collided with her deep insides, but he didn't stop.

Her gripping hands turned to fists and pounded his shoulders as his buttocks blurred with speed behind his riveting cock. He leaned well forward so that the peaked nipples of her high-riding tits squashed against his chest. From that position he found there was less weight on his legs and he had much more freedom of movement in his hips.

She wants it fast, he said to himself ... well, that's what I'll give her. Neil was in great physical shape, each and every muscle of his well-defined body had undergone endless hours of exercise and training in the pool. Now he set them to work in a form of waterless swimming. He let his hips take their own lead, vibrate and jab of their own accord. As if his mid-body was separate unto itself, it worked at a furious pace.

Neil's legs and arms strained for control as his rump whipped downward with rapid fire humps. His cock was like a well-oiled piston as it followed a straight, true course of constant movement in and out. Gloria was true to her word. She went crazy. Her pounding fists hit his back in a rhythm matching his double-time thrusts. Her mouth was wide open and gasping, her eyes closed, her tongue licked in a wide circle around her moist lips.

"I don't believe it. I don't believe you're doing this!" she cried. "I've never felt anything so good!"

Her hands traveled down his back to cup each of his hard buns and tug. She wanted it deeper, harder. She was begging for him to split her body wide open with his endless cock. Instead of speeding up his pace, Neil took longer withdrawals and sent his throbbing cock deep into her with fast, powerful jabs.

"Yes! Yes! Yesyesyesyes!" she cried.

Neil's face was covered with sweat, his back was starting to ache, and he knew his cock wouldn't last much longer. He was hot, boiling, steaming, and the tingling pressure deep in his loins was building as quickly as he was thrusting. The closer he got to his climax, the less control he could exert on his humping body.

"I'm close," she reported. "So close ... keep it up, Neil. Oh, Neil ... I love you ..."

Her statement of love served to dull Neil's passion a slight amount. Not that he didn't like her, didn't feel grateful that she was fucking him, didn't admire her practiced skill and obvious ability as a reporter ... but something just made him feel her statement of love was totally out of place.

But it gave him the necessary time. She dug her fingers deep into the crack of his ass and bit his shoulder when the first wave of wracking orgasm hit her petite body. She held on to him for dear life as her small hips lifted with enough might to carry him aloft.

"Uhhhhhhhhh," she groaned with tremendous relief, Her finger was solidly against the pucker of his ass-hole and she unconsciously stroked the tight muscle as her body whipped wildly underneath him. That sent Neil over. His asshole quivered when the sperm started into his cock, it almost relaxed open and swallowed her finger when his cock head spewed the thick juice inside her clapping cunt.

His body humped uncontrollably into her now-relaxing form. She spread herself wide and eagerly took each and every one of his thrashing stabs. Her hands were now soft, caressing, gentle, and encouraging. His orgasm lasted immeasurable minutes before he found control coming back.

She hugged him tight and wouldn't let him move as his thick spike took its time deflating. "I want to feel every possible second of you," she whispered.

Neil lay still and waited while his cock shriveled, receded, and finally popped free with an ooze of whipped jism and dripping juice. She kissed his shoulders, his neck, and cheeks, and Neil knew he had done well. The lady was totally satisfied, glowing, happy.

He felt good too. He was proud of his performance for only the second time out. He had learned a little bit about taking the lead, setting the pace, getting on top- and playing the dominant role. He knew that there was great room for improvement, but little cause for criticism. He felt damned good.

"Okay, my hero, we ought to get up before anyone wanders in here," she hummed in his ear.

Neil sat up and reached for his swimsuit. As he stood and pulled the trunks up he looked at his liquid-coated cock and grinned. He no longer had a freshman cock, now it was past that, it was at least a sophomore -- and, more important, on the dean's list!



Chapter 3

Neil did Gloria well. And Gloria did Neil well. The next morning the newspapers hit the streets and Neil's obscure, unpopular social status was brought to a complete halt. The eager lady reporter, in her desire to show her gratitude and undying admiration for the young hero, repeated the vigorous activities of that afternoon in the office of the executive editor. The story, photo and all, made the front page.

The story lauded Neil as a modern day miracle, a youth with respect and honesty, an honor student, polite, and above all, a young man of boundless courage and bravery. The photograph was a masterpiece, it was impressive enough as an eight-by-ten-glossy, but the Chronicle blew it up until it covered a quarter page.

Neil couldn't believe his eyes when he saw it.

There he was, Tina in his arms, dripping wet and almost naked. And yes, that bulging outline of his rather sizable peter was in full evidence. He didn't know whether to cry with embarrassment or joy. Either way, his eyes did water with emotion over this thing happening to him. The first half of his school day was the most exciting time of his life. Everyone made attempts for his attention. He never thought so many students knew his name, his mouth was dry from saying hi. Even the teachers got into the act, by referring to his heroism during class. As embarrassed as Neil appeared, he was loving every minute.

However, by the afternoon Neil was already tiring of the constant attention. He wondered how movie stars and politicians ever put up with it. Even in the bathroom, as he tried to take a private leak, he was joined on each side by back-slapping new pals.

But the thing which bothered him the most was the eyes of the girls. They would face him straight on and say hello with all the necessary friendliness and admiration due him. By the time he responded to the greeting, Neil noticed their eyes had drifted. It seemed that no one, the girls especially, failed to notice his publicly revealed endowment.

Neil was glad to get to work that afternoon. At last he felt he was among adults, people who could handle themselves and wouldn't be thrown into a lather over a stupid picture. But of all the people in the apartments to quickly dispel the notion, it had to be Mr. Crocker.

Mr. Crocker! Dear old Mr. Crocker. Neil's pal, his friend, his mentor, had to speak up and remark, "Say, Neil, that's quite a spread you got for yourself in the paper.

"Thank you, Mr. Crocker," replied Neil.

"As a matter of fact, I'm gonna cut that picture out and hang it on my wall," the old man continued.

"Oh, you don't have to do that that," said Neil with honest humility.

"No bother, no bother," said Mr. Crocker. "Matter of fact, it should be easy, seeing there's a hook already on it! Heh! Heh-heh!"

Mr. Crocker giggled himself to sleep and Neil despondently set to work on his blue tile pool rim. He told himself not to let the simple joke bother him, Mr. Crocker had a talent for digging the dirty side of anything right up to where everyone could see and laugh with him. He didn't mean it viciously.

Neil had little time to worry, though. He was soon visited by Mr. Walker himself. Mr. Walker, his boss, owner of the apartments, had come home early just to speak with Neil.

"Neil, my boy, you've done a wonderful thing. Wonderful thing! You've not only saved the life of a dying child, you put the Green Palms on the map!" said the jubilant round man.

"Thank you, sir," answered Neil. Mr. Walker's nearly bald head reflected the sun and dots of perspiration sat all over it.

"Come, let's get out of this blasted sun! We'll go in the lanai, I want to talk a little more about this," said Mr. Walker.

Neil followed his boss's squat body to the lanai and sat opposite him on the couch. That's when he saw the stain. It was shaped somewhat like a butterfly and sat across two of the colorful orchids on the fabric. Neil couldn't help but notice that the butterfly remains of his relationship with Gloria had one lavender and one chartreuse wing.

Mr. Walker leaned toward Neil with a big smile. His hand landed right on top of the come stain to crush the innocent butterfly into oblivion. "Son, between you and me, all this business about heroism aside, you've done me a great service. You saved me from one terrific lot of trouble."

"It was nothing, sir, all I did ..."

Mr. Walker held his free hand in the air to silence Neil. Neil saw the beads of sweat on the palm and hoped the other hand wasn't as wet. "No ... none of this humble business, Neil. I'm a businessman, I face these issues straight on. That girl's mother and father could have sued the pants off me."

"Oh?"

"Yes. I could have been wiped out. And I'm grateful that you were here. I only wish the rest of my employees were half as quick-witted as you."

"Really, Mr. Walker ... "

The hand went in the air again. Neil was silenced. "And I believe such deeds should be rewarded, my boy. Yes. And I want to reward you ... "

"That's not necessary, sir. I really don't need any reward," Neil said without interruption.

"No. No. I must do something for you. Anything. Anything I can do, my boy." Mr. Walker's magnanimous offer touched Neil deeply. He didn't know what to do. Then it hit him, the time was right.

"Well, there is one thing, Mr. Walker."

Mr. Walker was fully prepared to hear Neil protest and refuse again. As a matter of fact, he already had his hand halfway in the air before realizing the young man was taking him up on his offer. A quick reappraisal of the young man flashed through his mind. He inhaled and prepared himself for a trip to the bank. "Yes?"

"I could use a few more hours work a week -- that is, if it's possible. I mean, if the work is available ... "

With a great sigh of relief Mr. Walker's wide smile returned to his red, circular face. "Of course! Why of course! I'd be glad to help, my boy! How many hours do you have in mind?"

Neil was ecstatic. It worked. He had told himself to wait until the time was right, the time came, and he acted and succeeded! From that point forward it was all a matter of working the hours out. By the time Mr. Walker stood to leave, Neil was authorized to come every day after classes, in addition to his pool-cleaning duties he would assume some of the less difficult repair jobs constantly cropping up in the complex.

Then Mr. Walker noticed the stickiness on his left hand. He rubbed it, sniffed it, terrified Neil with his close visual inspection of the sofa cushion. He stood back up and turned to Neil. "My boy, I also want you to keep watch on the lanai area. It looks like some children have been eating ice cream in here, they dripped all over the cushion."

"I'll clean it up right away, sir," said Neil

"Fine!" Neil got slapped on the back with the sticky palm and was ushered back to his pool duties by his jubilant boss. "Now, remember, Neil, anything I can do for you ... all you have to do is ask. My door is always open to fine young men like you.

"Yessir."

Mr. Walker started to go but stopped. A light had gone on inside his head. Some minor detail of the day which had floated across his desk. He turned. "Uhhhh ... I think it's apartment twenty-seven. Yes, that's it Number Twenty-seven. They have a broken light switch. As soon as you're finished here, go take care of it."

To Mr. Walker's heaven-pointed index finger Neil answered, "Yessir."

Now Mr. Walker was gone. Neil finished sweeping the pool, flushed the filters, cleaned the butterfly stain off the sofa, and found a light switch and tools in the maintenance shed. He hummed happily to himself as he crossed the pool area for the wing in which apartment twenty-seven was.

As he passed Mr. Crocker the old man stirred. Half sleep, he waved and smacked his lips. "Neil, my young friend, let me tell you something."

"Yes, Mr. Crocker."

"Every man has his day. At times the world is at his feet, at other times the world is at his knees ... but when the world starts to hug you about a foot and a half higher -- you have it right where you want it. Heh! Heh-heh!"

Neil stood in shock as the old coot tee-heed himself back to sleep. He shook his head and resumed his trek to apartment twenty-seven. As he walked he wondered if Mr. Crocker might be getting too much sun. The elderly gent was enjoying Neil's fame to the fullest, but not in a manner most appreciated by Neil. He shrugged it off before knocking on the door with the brass number 27 on it.

It was an awfully long wait before he heard the sound of footsteps. Then he saw the shadow behind the watch guard eye in the center of the door. Then a woman's voice: "Yes? Who is it?"

"I'm here to repair your light switch," called out Neil.

"What?" she asked at a slightly higher volume.

"I'm here to fix your switch!"

"Switch?"

"Yes, light switch!"

The door cracked open and Neil saw one of the prettiest hazel-green eyes he could remember. Then a strand of brilliant red hair fell in front of the eye. It was brushed away by a hand sporting very long, beige-polished fingernails. The eye blinked, then a hidden mouth repeated, "Switch?"

"Yes ... a light switch. I'm here to fix it. Do you have a busted one?"

"Oh! Yes, we do! I forgot ... it's been so long since we complained about it."

The hair and eye, the bright Christmas colors, disappeared as the door shut and Neil heard the clatter of a chain lock being undone. Then to Neil's great surprise the door swung open and revealed much more of the lady than he had ever hoped to see.

She was wearing a house robe. Terrycloth, nothing elaborate. Tied around the waist with a terrycloth cord. But that was about the only area where the house robe came together. He saw directly into the cleavage between two small but firm breasts. Right into the center where the ribs met. From there on forward it was the small, round mountains of soft-textured tit.

Their smooth whiteness and visible lines of broad blue veins were a pleasant, exciting sight for Neil. Unfortunately, the house robe managed to just conceal the tips, the nipples, the spongy buttons. From the breasts it cut a slow vee to where it was tied at the waist.

But from that point the vee opened up again. Like an hourglass trying to conceal an hourglass figure, Neil's eyes drank the sleek, liquid lines of two long, limber legs and a crotch unmercifully squeezing pink satin panties into the tightness of a full-mounded vee.

Her thighs were the full, supple thighs of an athletic person. Their graceful, solid curves sloped down to flat knees and calves which further evidenced a love for sports. But no tan. She was stark white. It suddenly dawned on Neil that this lady had too light a complexion to take much sun without burning, so she wasn't the type who could enjoy a golden tan.

She must have noticed his goggle-eyed stare because she quickly readjusted the terrycloth robe to leave herself in a more modest state. Neil was somewhat embarrassed but decided if she wanted to open the door that way she might as well expect to be looked at, and what a sight!

She closed the door behind him and held a long-nailed finger to her lips. "Shhhhh ... my roommate's sleeping. She got in late last night ... had the midnight flight from New York."

Neil nodded. "Where's the switch?" he asked.

She tiptoed across the room and Neil followed. As she got to the door on the far side she again held her finger to her lips. Neil nodded to save her from having to "shhhhh."

She smiled back gratefully and pointed at the bed in the room. Underneath a pile of disheveled blankets was a sleeping lump. All Neil saw was a tangled mess of healthy brown hair and a small, dainty foot. The rest was blankets, a twisted sheet, and a constant wheeze of deep breathing.

The redhead pointed at the light switch just inside the door. She reached out and flicked it up, then down. Nothing happened. She moved close to Neil's ear and whispered, "We've been using the lamp ever since it broke. That's why I forgot about it."

Her closeness excited Neil. She smelled fresh, clean, like she had just gotten out of the shower. That explained the house robe -- who else would be sitting around in such attire at this hour of the day? Neil, nodded and stepped from the room, and she followed. He was already regretting the fact that he hadn't changed into his street clothes before coming up here. He made a mental note not to do any more repairs in his swim trunks.

"Where's the fuse box?" he asked the attentive green eyes.

She blinked. It was obvious she didn't know what he was talking about. Her red eyebrows furrowed and her button nose wrinkled into a state of nonunderstanding. "Huh?"

"You know, the fuse box. Where the fuses are kept."

That beautiful face was still a question mark. Neil realized he was dealing with someone who lacked the awareness necessary to get through everyday life. But he also saw she was beautiful enough to have these things willingly done for her by almost any man she chose.

He went into the kitchen and searched inside the cabinets until he located the box. The redhead followed close behind like an intent child. When he opened it and pulled the switch to cut the power in the apartment everything went dark. The redhead gasped and jumped onto his back with a hug of fear.

Neil was cramped over in the cabinet and could do nothing except feel the warm firmness of her small breasts as they dug heavily into his shoulders. Then her thighs brushed his to send ripples of tingling fire along his legs which centered right in on that inadequately contained peter.

She was trying to climb on him out of fear. After all, everything had gone dark. Neil whispered back to her, "Nothing to worry about ... it's okay."

"But it's dark! There's been a power shortage or something!"

Neil had to push the switch back up and return the reassuring light to the apartment before the clinging redhead would relinquish her hold of safety. Neil patiently waited as she slowly lifted her tits from his shoulders with a grinding, soft slide. Then her tender thighs slipped along his until she was at last free. He turned to face her.

"Now the lights are going to go off again, but you have nothing to worry about. I'm doing it so I won't get a shock when I replace the busted switch."

That seemed to get through the emerald-green eyes. She blinked, then said, "Wait, let me light a candle first. I hate to be in the dark."

Neil waited while she lit her candle and walked into the living room. He noticed the terrycloth had once again parted at the top and bottom. His pulse hadn't yet returned to normal from her healthy climb on his body. He flicked the switch and decided to get the busted one repaired and scram out of there in record time.

He was glad the light was low in the living room as he passed through. His semi-erection was less visible. The redhead sat in a chair and stared closely at the newspaper in the inadequate light. That's how Abraham Lincoln used to study. Neil mused to himself.

He had no idea why the thought passed through his mind.

The removal and replacement of a light switch is a simple job. Two wires to undo, two screws to unscrew, and the old switch just falls out. Reverse the procedure with the new switch and replace the cover plate and it's done.

But Neil forgot the flashlight. This made things a bit tougher. Some light filtered through the draperies into the bedroom and he was able to do half the job. But the second half was tougher. He needed more light and decided that opening the draperies a few inches would do the trick He was sure the small amount of light wouldn't disturb the redhead's sleeping roomie.

He crossed the room and parted the drapes The light came in. With the new vision and the different vantage point on the bed, Neil couldn't help seeing what he saw. What looked like a body under the blankets was something much different when viewed from the window.

The disheveled pile of bedclothes was for the most part behind and around the sleeping woman. From her sprawl of whipped hair to the tiny foot she was totally, unquestionably naked. And what a body to see in full nudity!

Her head was tilted back, mouth open, she took long, slow drags of air which made her chest lift and fall. Her nose was sort of long and pointed, not a beak, a graceful spear. It was balanced by high, arched eyebrows of healthy thickness which had a slight uplift at each end. Her mouth was large, red, and languid.

Her gazellelike neck swooped down to straight shoulders and mammoth, unending pillows of swaying breast. They were huge! Large brown nipples stretched each round end like big smears of chocolate. She was partially on her side and her tits sloped and hung in two full mounds of creamy flesh.

Neil had thought she was a small woman by the size of her foot But he was mistaken. She was at least as tall as he was, but for such size she had a remarkably small waist. From the monumental breasts everything crashed inward to a flat, slightly heaving stomach, a tight, narrow waistline, then an abrupt ledge of hip.

Her hips were wide, turned out, and housed a forest of brown hair which in turn framed a long, crimson slit of fully mature cunt. Her legs were open and Neil's view of the hump between her legs was perfect. It was the pussy of a woman, an earthy, experienced cunt that showed years of great care and frequent exercise.

Neil's cock also enjoyed the fine valleys and mountains of sleeping flesh. It was up, hard, stiff, and screaming to enjoy the twisting strangle of a cunt like that. But Neil had a job to do, and it was waiting half done. Regretfully he went back to the light switch and screwed it in.

As he tiptoed through the living room he was stopped by the redhead. "Is this you?" she asked, her voice carrying extreme measures of admiration and respect.

"Hmmmm?"

"This?" She held up the front page of the newspaper and once again Neil viewed himself as a hero.

He nodded like it was nothing and started for the fuse box. "Wait," she cried. "We have to wake up Rhonda and let her know! She'll be so excited!"

"Oh, I don't think we should bother her ..."

He didn't have a chance. The redhead leaped from her chair and grabbed his hand. Her sudden rise made the robe part even more and Neil was winked at by a round, red nipple. It was like the eye of a small child peeking at you around mommy's leg. He wasn't left with the energy to refuse.

She tugged him into the room and stopped at the foot of the bed. Rhonda, it seemed, had partially awakened. Either that or she was having the equivalent of a wet dream. Either way, she was still nude, still spread out next to the hump of covers, still had her eyes closed. But now her hand was deep into the tropical jungle of her pussy hair and energetically probing the bright red lips of her cunt.

The redhead stopped, speechless. Neil stared, breathless. Rhonda had her middle finger well inserted inside her hole and was using her thumb to massage her swollen clitoris into a harder and harder knot. Her wide hips were making gradual rocks and rolls from one side to the other, from one bun to the other. She was working her cunt into heat with avid eagerness.

"Rhonda?" whispered the redhead.

"Hmmmmm ..." Rhonda answered without opening her eyes, and Neil was privileged to watch more of her enjoyable performance.

"Uhhhh ... guess who I have here."

Rhonda grinned but didn't open her eyes. "I hope it's a man ..." she answered, still working her pussy lips into a fire-red heat

Neil was amazed that Rhonda continued to play with herself, even if she did think her roommate was kidding. The fact that she would lie there on the bed masturbating in front of her roommate was shocking enough.

"No, Rhonda, really, there's someone here," the redhead insisted.

"Good. Lay him on top of me ... ."

Rhonda's strange sense of humor finally did it. With an exasperated turn of her head the red-haired roommate said to Neil, "Go ahead. Give it to her. That'll show her who's kidding!"

There was nothing Neil would have liked to do more. But he couldn't believe the situation, his cock was upright, eager to sink its pounding head deep inside the wet, soaked box lying so open, so primed before him. The redhead stomped from the room in a show of temper, and Neil started to follow, but Rhonda's words stopped him cold.

"You better do as she says. She has one hell of a temper."

He jumped around. Yes, Rhonda had said it. Her eyes were now open, now intent on his nylon swimsuit. She grinned, and all the while her hand didn't stop massaging the liquid tissues of her vagina. "I'm a very light sleeper, very light. When you opened the drapes you didn't have to worry about waking me, I was already awake."

"Oh."

"You enjoyed looking at me, didn't you?" she asked with a slow, feline drawl

Neil noticed she was now taking a turn looking at him. He nodded. She grinned. "You're the kid who saved that little girl, aren't you?"

He nodded again. A large flow of thick wetness oozed from the blood-red pussy and trickled down the crack of Rhonda's flattened ass. "I read about it when I got in this morning. I'm a stewardess, I had the late flight. That's really quite a picture they ran of you, but I must say it really didn't do you justice. You look much more promising in the flesh."

Neil swallowed. He was hot, and even though he hardly had any clothes on he wanted to run a finger around his collar and let a cooling draft of air in. The woman was taunting him, driving him crazy as she manipulated her streaming pussy with quick, hard flicks of her fingers.

"Want to come to bed with me?" she asked like it was an offer of coffee. Neil was honest, he dumbly nodded.

She separated her legs even wider and smiled. This was a pleasant, friendly smile. The teasing was past, she had wrenched every bit of enjoyment she could out of enticing him so strongly, now she wanted to have her own arousal satisfied. "Take off those silly trunks and come here."

Neil was obedient. He slid the suit down his legs and let it drop to the floor. His large pole swung free and finally stabilized into a marble-hard erection of impressive stature. He walked to the side of the bed and started to sit next to the hip-gyrating woman.

"No! Don't sit. I want to get you good and ready first." With one hand still thrashing the wetness of her cunt, she rolled onto her elbow and leaned toward Neil's standing body. Her mouth abruptly, unceremoniously came into contact with his pulsating muscles of stiffness.

Her full, succulent lips opened and swallowed the head of his dick with one saliva-soaked gulp. Then her head lifted, neck craned, and like a seabird gobbling a fish she managed to work her stretching lips down deep along his trembling shaft. Neil's knees felt weak. The soft, satiny feel of her lips slowly sliding further and further down his pecker was one of( the finest sensations he had ever known.

Then her tongue topped it all off. The wet, warm tip of her snaking tongue touched the pinnacle of his cock and washed a slow circle around it. Then it dug underneath the glans and tickled it into the greatest fire he had ever felt. Then it made barber-pole swirls downward before coming back up to repeat the wonderful washing of his head.

"I'm going to come ..." he stammered as the scalding rise of his sperm became uncontrollable.

He thought she would back away from his hose, avoid the blast of his cream. But he was wrong. His announcement made her release her cunt and crawl eagerly onto her knees. She put both her hands behind him to cup his ass and press his stiff cock inside her mouth, cram his fat, hard, long pecker far into the recesses of her throat with a gurgling suck.

Neil's hips jerked forward with terrific power. His cock received more of her lips further down the shaft. His cock head rammed into the rear wall of her throat just as the pasty soup of his balls burst loose. The sperm splattered deep inside her sucking throat, it plastered, soaked, drenched her esophagus with one mighty ejaculation.

Semen filled her mouth as she backed away to gasp for air and feel his pecker bless her tongue. She was surprised by the great amount of cream she was drawing as it filled, flowed, and adhered to her teeth, tonsils, and the roof of her mouth. But there was a last course still coming. Before she could swallow the bountiful sperm hosed free and topped the former load to fill out her cheeks and cause some spillage over her lower lip.

With a slurping, gulping action she saved as much of Neil's jism as she could manage. She fell back on the bed and let his still-hard cock flop free as she swallowed several times to contain the whole load.

"God! You are a regular cream factory," she moaned. Then she wiped her mouth and saw he was still at attention, still capable of further duty. Her legs went back apart and she held her arms out to him. "Come on, my big friend, now let's see if you can give me as much pleasure as I just gave you.

Neil had lost all hesitation in such matters. He lost no time crawling onto the unmade bed and positioning his body between her long, curving legs. The ripe smell of her well-massaged cunt filled his nostrils as he lay forward and aimed his cock into the curly hair of her crotch.

He was glad she didn't guide his cock with her hand like Gloria had. He wanted to learn, wanted to know how to find the hole on his own. He was surprised when he found that it took no effort at all. Just put it into the vee of her legs and press forward. Before you know it the hot cunt lips are sucking the head of your cock right into their comforting clasp.

His spike parted the lips easily and found hardly any resistance as it channeled deep into the crevice. He plowed inside as far as he could reach and she took it all, every inch, right down to the top of his scrotum. Then she lifted her fine hips and bounced into him to take anything that might have been left outside.

"Ohhhhhh ..." she sighed. "You just fit. You're just right, just deep enough."

To show what she meant she ground herself up into him and let Neil feel the back walls of her box press against his deeply imbedded cock head. He was totally inside, it was incredibly wet, slick, warm, and comfortable. He knew he was inside a cunt perfectly matched to his member.

Her arms circled his neck and she pulled his mouth to hers as her hips began to dance an endless, grinding waltz into him. As her tongue snaked inside his lips with a deep stab Neil was worried because she had just had his sperm all over his slippery organ. But the fear was dispelled by the talented lashing and probing of the wet guest. So what? he thought, it's my own come ... the best in the world.

Rhonda didn't need much time to work her body into a state of constant motion. The waltz of her hips changed to a two-step, then a fox-trot, next a rumba, finally she was pounding hard rock-and-roll into his stabbing crotch. One of her hands had traveled down his back to hold his tight ass firmly into her open crotch as she banged fiercely up into and around him.

Neil was engulfed by her thrashing body. The pillow breasts were squashed out to each side and bubbled and swayed with each of her jolting lifts. Her one arm circled his head, her tongue sloshed around and into his mouth at will, her strong legs wrapped firmly around his for leverage, and she literally threw his body high in the air with each full-bodied lift.

He was like a small rowboat on the high seas as the tidal swells of her body rocked him up and down. She'd pull away from his mouth and gasp for air with a full-throated rasp that sounded like surf breaking on the beach. Then high tide hit.

She half groaned, half screamed as her cunt sent sucking ripples of clasping pressure along his still-hard rod. They started at the lips and flowed inward to cap it all off with a tight pucker on his cock head. Neil had read about such phenomena but never dreamed they were so powerful.

"Ummmmmm," she hummed as the climax enveloped her completely. She closed her eyes, which made her relax and collapse below him. Neil picked up her tempo and kept grinding his cock deep into her vibrating box until all the ripples stopped and the experienced, forward, and direct Rhonda lay below him, completely spent.

"You better call Susan, she managed to sigh. "I'm through."

But there was no need to call Susan as Neil noticed when he sat up next to the exhausted body of Rhonda. There she was, at the closet, her red hair reflecting in the semi-darkness of the room. She turned and glared at the two of them. "You don't have to call me! I'm right here! But don't worry, I'm not watching! I'm getting ready for work -- in the dark!"

Neil felt awful. He had completely forgotten about the electricity being off. Now this poor lady was forced to dress herself without being able to see.
Rhonda sat up and rasped, "Getting ready for work? You don't have to check in for hours yet."

Susan whipped around and snapped, "Well, I might as well go now! I can sit there and wait! I wouldn't want to disturb you and the guy I introduced you to!"

"Oh, God, you're jealous," slurred Rhonda. She brushed the hair to the side of her face and shook her head.

"No, I'm not jealous, I'm furious. Furious with having to watch you end up with every man I try to get? Also with having to dress in this damned darkness! Where are my panties? Damnit! Where are they?"

As Susan ranted about the bedroom, throwing sharp curses about, Rhonda lay back and relaxed. She looked up at the uncomfortable Neil and said, "I think we boo-booed. She saw you first and I stepped in. Can you show her that it meant nothing?"

"How?" Neil asked. As soon as the question left his lips he knew it was stupid.

Rhonda just stared at him with a complacent smile on her pink-cheeked face. Neil knew what to do. But he didn't really know how. Now was the time for him to assert himself, to approach that ravishing redhead with the green eyes and lay her out on the bed. He looked own at his cock. It was still up, firm, tight, as big as ever. He knew his cock wouldn't fail him. The rest was courage.

"Here they are!" announced Susan as she stooped to the floor and grabbed some underwear.

Neil was greeted with the rise of her short-skirt hem and a fine view of the round, peach-like humps of her bare ass. It was a sight that melted any hesitation in his body, Susan's backside was a masterwork of perfect symmetry and balance. Each full cheek was identical to the other, the deep-running dark crack which separated them was a wide valley keeping the two buns from touching.

Neil stood as she pulled the shorts up her legs. He said nothing, just walked to her and put his arms around her hard-set shoulders. She looked up into his face, a tear dribbled from her right eye to trace down her cheek As she spoke her lower lip quivered. "I'll be out of your way in a minute."

He pressed his mouth down hard on hers and sent his tongue deep inside. Her tongue tried to resist, tried to expel him, but the rest of her body melted meekly into his full embrace. He felt the firm press of her breasts and then the comfortable push of two eager hips. The tongue stopped fighting and began to lick like it belonged to a scolded dog trying to make amends.

Neil spun her around like they were dancing and simply fell on her toward the bed. She hit the mattress below him and with a crushing slam Neil knocked the breath out of her. She went completely limp, her arms fell to the side, a loud exhaust of air blasted from her mouth.

"Uhhhhhggggg!" she groaned.

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Neil. He now realized where his self-confidence left off and his overconfidence began.

But Susan didn't seem to care. A wide smile covered her face and with an eager flash of white teeth she once again coupled her mouth to his. Neil worked his fingers along the buttons of her uniform jacket until it lay open and only a blouse was left. Patiently he started back at the top and traveled down the buttons. She wore no bra. When he reached up his hand glided into the smoothest flesh he had yet encountered. Her pure white tits were as soft as whipped cream, the nipples were pliant dots of elastic flesh which quickly hardened.

He felt her hand grab around the base of his pecker and slide up and down with a fast, gentle stroke. She worked the length of muscle with dexterity, starting deep down on the base and pulling completely upward to the head before making a tight, twisting squeeze.

Neil pushed her skirt up to her waist and reached for her underpants but she stopped him. "Wait, I don't want my skirt dirtied or wrinkled. I have to wear it later."

Susan obligingly undid the skirt and put it aside. Neil almost fell off the bed in a fit of contained laughter when he saw the last garment she had on. It was his swim-team trunks. Bright red nylon trunks pulled comfortably up around her sweet ass and wrinkled into the clamp of her crotch.

He had to look away. It was too much. The laughter was fighting to burst from his lungs but he didn't want to send Susan into another temper tantrum at this delicate moment. He kept his eyes averted until she pulled the trunks from her legs and, without even determining who they belonged to, dropped them to the floor.

Neil felt her hand once again wrap around his cock and slowly stroke. He rolled to his side, down next to her cool, white form. With his hands he explored the curving slopes and rises of her body. He rubbed her nipples and put his lips to the soft white flesh. With his tongue he tried to trace the meandering path of a blue vein.

"Oh ... you seem so calm, so experienced," she said.

Neil lifted his face and looked into hers. He saw at least ten years' difference in age, but he felt little gap between mental developments. She grinned like a thrilled child and squirmed her shoulders. Neil laid his tongue in the area between her tits and licked straight down until smelling the approach of her cooking cunt.

He stopped when his tongue touched her sparse, thin pubic hair. She was plastered out on her back and gasping uncontrollably. She was really turned on! He had her helplessly under his whole control, anything he wanted to do with her supple, heaving body, he could!

Neil's cock was screaming-hard and hot He pushed her legs apart and stared down at the tiny river flowing from between the lips of her small, tight cunt. But no, he had just had Rhonda that way, it was time to experiment. He pushed Susan's hip until she tumbled onto her stomach. She was gasping so hard he was positive she hadn't even noticed.

Before him lay the sculptured lumps of her perfect fanny. Neil was delighted, her ass was smooth, firm, ripe, and plump. From the knees down Susan was off the mattress, Neil stood and moved between her feet He pushed her limber legs apart and moved as far forward as he could. Then he pulled her toward him.

As her hips came to the edge of the bed her legs bent down and she was on her knees. Neil went to his knees between hers and found his plan would work. His cock was at the exact height and position for effortless, free-swinging entry. Susan's head lifted up, but all he heard was an anxious sigh.

Neil watched as his cock head pressed into the soft skin of her pussy. Watched as the lips were pushed inward and stretched out to all sides around him. Then he backed up slightly and the lips flowed out to circle and clasp his cock head around the rim of the glans.

Juices soaked her whole crotch and his entering cock. He took his time slipping the thick shaft into the hole so he could watch, observe, learn. By gripping her on each side of her hips he was able to ply his hard meat inside her straining cunt before she whimpered.

He was hurting her! He pulled quickly back Susan's head lifted and she moaned, "Don't stop ... please ... fill me up with that beautiful penis."

Neil pressed inside once more. This time things went easier, deeper, his flesh slid much more slickly against her tight, hugging tissue. He looked down at the heart shape of her ass as his long pecker disappeared below and almost yelled out loud in delight. Doggie style! I'm going it doggie style with a stewardess!

He enjoyed the maneuverability the position offered. Susan was spread out before him and really couldn't do much, but he was able to whip his cock with the fastest movements he had yet attained. She was groaning and writhing her torso from side to side as his long prick rammed deep inside her sweltering cunt.

He pushed her buns together and felt the increase of gripping pressure at her cunt opening. When he slid his hands under her hips and slightly elevated her, his cock gyrated hard on the upper rim of her cock-filled pussy. But when he pressed down hard on Susan's ripe bottom he found the greatest reaction of all.

By doing this he was forcing his shaft to scrub her lower pussy with solid force. But when entering, the base of his cock would stab with strong force right into her pebblelike clitoris. Each stab caused her to cry out and clip her glaring buns with greater fever.

Neil pressed down hard on her rump and sent his hips into constant digging motion. Susan's cries were at first loud, distinct yelps of pleasure. Then they calmed to deep, internal whines, and soon Neil heard nothing at all but the lap of her tongue washing about her lips.

His eyes were closed and he concentrated hard on not breaking his rapid rhythm. His cock was heated, burning, grinding in and out with blurring fury. His legs were beginning to feel tired and forcing him to slow down when he opened his eyes and saw what it actually was that muffled Susan's cries.

Rhonda had slid down the bed with her legs open and inviting, and Susan's red-haired head was bobbing up and down with tiny slurps of her tongue as it caressed the offered pussy. Neil's eyes bulged and he realized why Rhonda wasn't hesitant at all about masturbating in front of her roommate.

He slowed his pace and took deep, meaningful plunges far into the soaked internal regions of Susan. Rhonda's body was rolling from side to side, her breasts jostled and tumbled with each motion. He concentrated on the tits and softly caressed the round buns below him as if they were one and the same.

Susan's backside never stopped clipping up and down while he slipped lazily in and out. Then he felt himself coming. Felt the tide of jism rising and bubbling. He crammed hard and deep, and when fully inside he held his position and waited for the rapture of his climax.

He was disappointed with himself for not giving Susan an orgasm, but there was nothing he could do now. His pecker trembled and spasmodically as the glue of his guts spilled fully and deeply into the sweet, hair-framed vagina.

He collapsed forward onto Susan and felt the soft fluff of her buns cushion his hips. Her head was still bobbing, still lapping with great concentration between the thighs of Rhonda. He pulled his spent cock free and stood back. Her beautiful ass was still gyrating, still asking for more dick. Neil despondently pulled on his swimsuit. He didn't feel too good about his failure.

By the time his suit was tied Rhonda had pulled Susan onto the bed and buried her own face deep into her roommate's crotch. He saw she was hungrily licking the abundant sperm he had left behind. He walked through the living room to the kitchen where the fuse box was. He flicked the switch back to the "on" position.

When he got back to the bedroom the two ladies were a mass of thrashing, humping limbs, heads, and breasts. Susan was finally groaning with the great pleasure of orgasm as Rhonda's lips sucked her box with deep, hard draws. Rhonda rolled off of Susan's swinging body and lay very still. Susan looked up through glazed eyes at Neil and smiled. It was a content, satisfied smile of great happiness.

"Thank you, Neil ... you were terrific," she said. It dawned on Neil that she wasn't even aware of the switch in partners.

He nodded. "You're welcome," he said, and flicked the bedroom light switch.

"Oh! It works!" Susan exclaimed as light filled the room and glared off her nude body. She bounced on the bed next to Rhonda and shook her resting body.

"Cut it out," hissed Rhonda. "I thought you were going to work."

"The lights work! He fixed it!" Susan cried.

"Great. Now turn it off so I can get some sleep."



Chapter 4

Neil's newfound popularity even affected Christine. The next day he saw her walking by the pool as he tightened the bolts on the chrome ladder. She stopped behind him and politely waited until he was finished. Neil was nervous, he had no idea what he could say.

He stood. She was right there, smiling, friendly. "Hello," he managed.

"Hi, Neil. How are you?"

"Me? Oh, I'm fine ... just fixing the ladder." The blush started to redden his face.

"Gee, you can do Just about everything, can't you?" she asked with great admiration.

She was breathtaking. He stared at the peach-like complexion of her tender face, at the crisp whiteness of her neatly pressed blouse. She wore a short blue skirt which barely covered the curving, graceful lines of two sleek legs. Her long, soft hair curled down across her shoulders in full blond sweeps. He swallowed.

"Well, Mr. Walker gave me more hours of work, so I'm doing minor repairs now," he reported.

She seemed thrilled by this dull bit of information. Her eyes gleamed with respect. "I saw your picture in the paper yesterday."

"Oh." He felt awkward.

"Everybody at school is talking about you," she added.

He looked down at his bare feet in embarrassment. "It wasn't that big a deal," he mumbled.

"Yes it was!" she excitedly responded. "The story said you didn't hesitate for one second ... that you disregarded all thoughts about your own safety and just jumped in after her. I think that's wonderful!"

She was honestly impressed. Neil said nothing, he didn't want to dampen her newfound respect for him.

"But who took the picture?" she asked. "The story didn't say anything about that."

"I don't know," he said. "The reporter didn't tell me. Just someone living here had a camera and saw it. But I don't know who."

"That's funny," she said.

"Yeah, I'd like to thank him," said Neil.

"Well, who knows? Maybe he'll show up," she said. Then she batted her eyes and tilted her sweet head to the side. "I better get home and let my mom know I'm here. Maybe I'll see you later?"

"I hope so," he answered.

She had never been this friendly to him before. He was elated. Her smiling face definitely imparted a desire to get to know him much better. Her face suddenly went serious. She said, I'm going to check everything in our apartment and see if anything needs repair."

"Just let me know."

She giggled. "I will, Neil. 'Bye."

With a wave she was gone. Neil let his eyes drink the sway of her skirt as it rocked beneath the solid grinding of her proud rump. His heart felt weak, tired. His head was dizzy with desire. Beyond a doubt she was the girl of his dreams, the sweetest, most beautiful girl in his whole high school.

"My boy, you have a real problem."

It was Mr. Crocker. Sitting in his chair under the shade of the side of the building. He had watched the whole thing in silence and was now about to give Neil his play-by-play wrap-up.

"Oh, hi, Mr. Crocker."

"Why didn't you ask that young filly out?" the old man asked.

"I don't know," said Neil. "Gosh, we hardly know each other."

"At the rate you're going you'll be my age before you do," Crocker said. "She was batting those eyes at you like an Oriental fan. That's a sign, my boy ... a good sign. It means she hankers for your attention.

"You think so?"

"I know so. Hell, I ought to -- in my day eyelashes were about all you could see of women. They wore so damned many clothes the only thing you could flirt with was eyelashes. A set of eyelashes flapping like that meant business ... real business. Either that or the lady had a sty ... and I don't think that little cutie has any problems with her eyes or any other part of her body."

"But I couldn't be sure ... I'd love to ask her out, but I guess I'm scared she'll refuse."

"Hah!" Mr. Crocker slapped his knee and guffawed. "You still don't understand, do you?"

"Understand what?"

"My boy, you're a celebrity. You've had your picture on the front page, you're a hero, the toast of the town. That means no one will refuse you anything. I thought you'd have figured that out by now."

Neil sat next to Mr. Crocker. "But I didn't do anything so great."

"Doesn't matter. All that matters Is people think you did. Don't disappointment them ... hell, you're important to them. They can say to their friends, 'I know Neil,' or 'I went out with him."' Neil saw Mr. Crocker's eyebrows lift above the rim of his glasses. The statement was apparently sincere and of importance.

"But I don't ..."

"I know what you're going to say. You want to be loved and accepted for yourself, not for this heroic act. It's the same old story ... some men are afraid women are after their money, some think they're turned on by a flashy car. But what's it matter? What you did is now part of you. You have to accept it and face the facts."

"What do you mean?" asked Neil.

"I mean this: You'll never know if a girl is interested in you because of what you did or not. So just assume they all are. Take advantage of it, play the role they expect of you, and don't worry about their motives," the old man said.

"That makes sense," said Neil.

"You bet it does. Now you have everyone treating you like a hero ... everyone but one person. You. Just convince yourself and everything will fall in place. You'll have the magic touch every man dreams about."

"Maybe ..."

"Boy, you're on the crest of a wave. It's time for you to decide whether you want to ride it or chicken out. Many men chicken out and regret it later," said Crocker.

"Maybe Christine would like to go to the movies this week," said Neil.

"Hah! haha!" Mr. Crocker's cane lifted in the air as he pounded it down with enthusiastic enjoyment "Now you've got the spirit! That's the attitude!"

"I'll ask her before I go home tonight."

"And she'll say yes! You know she will. Why, that girl's just dying to go out with you!" Mr. Crocker banged his cane once more and began to wheeze.
Neil stood. He could see it was time to let the old gentleman rest, he was getting too excited. But before he could go Mr. Crocker turned to him and removed his glasses. Mr. Cracker seldom did that, it meant he had a final word of great importance.

He looked up with his red, aged eyes and said, "You won't forget me now, will you? You'll remember who your coach is and let him know how things work out?"

A youthful twinkle sparkled from his eyes and Neil smiled. "Of course, Mr. Crocker. I'll let you know what happens."

The glasses lowered like curtains on a stage and Mr. Crocker drifted off to sleep. Neil went back to the ladder and collected his tools. As he walked to the pump house he met another tenant.

"Excuse me." It was a man, tall, with a pencil-thin mustache on his upper lip.

"Hello," said Neil. The man was staring at him with a strange intensity. The man's face was wet with perspiration, he seemed nervous, tense.

"My name is Felix Nader. I live in that apartment right over there." Felix pointed at the apartment right next to Helen's. As a matter of fact, their two patios were only separated by the tall fence between.

"Oh." Neil had no idea what the man wanted. "I was hoping we could talk. You see, I'm the person who took your photograph the other day when you saved the little girl."

"Oh? That was you? I was wondering who took It. Gee, thank you. I'm very grateful," said Neil.

Felix smiled. Neil was suddenly reminded of a cat, a feline, feminine pussy cat. The man wiped his hand nervously across his curly bush of hair and said, "I made some copies of the original and wondered if you'd like one. They're much nicer than the newspaper prints."

Neil nodded. "Yessir, I would. My mom would be thrilled to have one."

The smile came back. "Fine. Then come along and I'll give you a couple."

Felix's apartment was drab and dark even though the sun shone brilliantly outside. The kitchen was more darkroom than cooking area. Trays of chemicals, an enlarger, photo frames, and driers were placed on the sink and table. A line of cord ran across the room, with large photos clipped on it by means of clothespins.

"I use this as my darkroom," said Felix. "When I have a model I use the living room for shooting. It works out quite nicely, except my roommate is angry because of the mess."

"You have a lot of equipment," said Neil. "Are you a professional?"
Felix's face puckered up proudly. "Of course I am. As a matter of fact, I made myself some nice money with your photograph."

"Oh." Neil saw the large lights on tripod stands in the living room. Several cameras were on the shelf. The man was certainly prepared.

"I was shooting some photographs on my patio when I heard all the commotion. I peeked over the fence just in time to take the picture." He held out an eight-by-ten-inch glossy photograph of Neil with the soaking girl. Isn't it divine? I hardly had time to make the setting, but it came out quite clear."

"Yes, it did," said Neil. The photograph was the clearest yet. His crotch, embarrassing bulge and all, was defined so well it looked alive.

"Here are two more. One for your mom, one for your wall, one for your girlfriend. Do you have a girlfriend?"

Felix was standing quite close and Neil felt uncomfortable His senses were telling him to pack up and get out fast. But he had to be polite. "Uh ... no, not really. No steady girl."

The photographer's face fell with mock sadness. "Oh, that's too bad."

"Well, I better get back to work. I wouldn't want Mr. Walker catching me goofing off," said Neil. He started for the patio door.

"One more thing," said Felix. Neil could tell by the sinister lilt of the man's voice that he was about to learn the real reason for being enticed into the apartment He slowly turned around.

There it was. Not an eight-by-ten, but an eleven-by-fourteen-inch glossy photograph of extremely impressive quality. Neil gulped. Felix grinned his finest Cheshire grin. It was obvious the photographer didn't stop with only one photo that day.

Neil was staring at a photo of his bare ass. His own bare ass with the muscular, round buns seated deep between the wide-spread thighs of the grateful mother, Helen. Her head was tossed to the side and her ecstatic face was totally captured in living detail.

The next photo Felix proudly held up was from the same angle. This time Helen had one hand deeply Imbedded in the crack of his ass as she urged him in and out. Then he was shown three more pictures taken while his sperm was coating Helen's wonderful breasts. Both faces showed in these. Neil felt beads of sweat all over his body.

The final photographs were of Helen astride his wildly bucking body. They were magnificent, clearer than any he had ever seen. Too clear -- their faces were in each one.

"I used my thirty-five millimeter for these," Felix said. "I'm thrilled with the way they came out"

"Listen," said Neil. "If her husband sees those she'll get in a lot of trouble. You shouldn't have taken them."

"Oh? Yes, I guess you're right It would be a shame if he saw them. He'd be furious with her. He'd also probably kill you. He's a very big man said Felix.

Neil nodded. He was well aware of Helen's husband's size. "Why did you take them?" he asked.

"Oh," Felix grinned again, "I'm doing a photo essay. You see, I was taking pictures before the girl almost drowned. Then I took them when you saved the girl. I decided I had to have some to show what happened afterward."

"You did?"

"Absolutely." Felix laid several more pictures on the table. They were all of Helen as she sunbathed in her yard. Neil realized why Felix was ready with his camera when he saved the little girl The skinny rat was taking pictures of Helen through the fence as she lay completely naked in the sun.

They were excellent also. Tremendous quality, frightening subject matter. "What are you going to do with them?" asked Neil.

"Nothing," said Felix. "That is, if you do me a favor.

"Oh?"

"Yes. And if you don't, I'll see to it that one of these shots with you and her together happens to get to Helen's husband."

"Oh no," mumbled Neil.

"He'll be insane with anger. I wouldn't want to be in your shoes... ."

"What's the favor?" asked Neil. He knew he was trapped. Felix had him by the balls. He hoped it wouldn't be something disgusting or impossible.

"Sit down." Neil sat obediently. "I want you to do some more modeling for me."

"Yes?"

"Models are so damned expensive these days. I have one coming day after tomorrow, you'll like her. I want you to pose with her while I take some really good shots."

"You mean ... like those?" He pointed at the pie-hires of himself and Helen fucking.

The grin came back. "Exactly."

Neil swallowed. He wasn't too keen on having his photo done like that but he had little choice. "Do I get the negatives of the ones with Helen?" he asked.

"No. But we'll burn them together if you like. I want to be sure they're destroyed, if you cooperate," said Felix.

Neil nodded. "Okay, I'll do it Day after tomorrow."

"Four o'clock."

"Four o'clock." Neil stood and silently walked from the apartment. His heart was in his stomach, he had goofed, the dirty bastard had him trapped. His only hope was that the model would be beautiful and his face obscured in the new photographs. Big hope.

He took his tools to the apartment of Miss Touffle, after changing out of his swimsuit. He was completely occupied with thoughts of Helen's giant husband as he rang the doorbell. The door was opened by a short woman with ebony-black hair pulled tightly back on her head.

She had large, heavily made-up eyes and pink-rouged cheeks. She smiled. "Oh? Are you the repairman?" she asked.

Neil nodded. "Yes, I'm here to fix your faucet"

"Wonderful." She opened the door fully and Neil saw she was dressed in a pink leotard. The skin-tight body stocking hugged her body like flesh. She led the way to the kitchen and pointed at a dripping faucet. "That's the culprit."

Neil surveyed the job and said, "It won't take long. It must be the washer."

"Good. I'll be in the other room doing my exercises. Let me know when you're done."

She walked off and Neil noticed how solidly built she was. Her legs were her most outstanding feature. They were long and muscular. With each step the defined muscles rippled sensuously up her legs to the perfect ovals of tight, hard buns. Her waist was the thinnest he had ever seen. He figured she was some kind of athlete or something, she was built like the Russian gymnasts he saw on television. Muscular but not thick He turned his attention to the faucet.

He didn't notice when it started but soon he found himself humming along with some very pleasant music. The faucet washer was worn. He replaced It and the drip stopped. As he put his tools into the toolbox he heard Miss Touffle coming from the next room.

"Isn't this you?" she was asking. Neil saw she was carrying a copy of the paper with his picture on the front page.

His first impulse was to act humble ... but then he remembered the wise words of Mr. Crocker. He played the role. "Yes, ma'am, that's me," he proudly said.

"Oh." She looked again at the picture. "Do you dance?"

"Huh?"

"I was noticing your body. It's quite well developed, like that of a dancer."

"Oh! No, I don't dance. But I swim on the swim team," he replied.

She nodded. "That's it. You look like you'd be an excellent dancer." She dropped the paper and started to size him up with her eyes.

"Well, actually I'm pretty awkward. Oh, I do the dances at school, but I don't think that's what you mean... ."

"Come with me, young man. I'd like you to see something," she said. Abruptly she turned and strutted into the next room. Neil followed.

It was a two bedroom apartment but the second bedroom was lined with mirrors along two walls. A long bar about waist high ran the length of the third wall. She stopped in the center of the room, turned, and gracefully did a knee-bending dip with one hand extended.

Neil stood just inside the door and watched. The music came from a small stereo in the corner. She leaped into the air from her squatting position and flicked her feet several times before landing. Then she went into a wild spin and jumped like a gazelle almost halfway across the room. Neil was impressed, he had watched the guys on the track team practice their jumping ... none of them came close to her distance.

She turned to him and smiled sweetly. "Take off your shoes, Neil. Let's see how far you can leap."

"Oh, Miss Touffle, I don't think I can do it very well," he mumbled.

"Now, come on, Neil, just give it a try."

He heard the echo of Mr. Crocker's words once again and swallowed his shyness. Quickly he kicked his shoes off and took three prancing steps before launching himself high into the air. He was pleasantly surprised at how well he did. It was a fine jump.

"Excellent!" Miss Touffle screeched. "Why, you're magnificent, simply magnificent!"

"Thank you," he said. Then on impulse he asked the obvious: "Are you a ballet dancer?"

She nodded as she approached him. "Yes ... not professionally anymore. I gave that up after my second husband died. But I do give lessons. That's why I've made my studio here."

"It's very nice," said Neil. He was edging toward his shoes.

"Wait. I want you to try one more thing. To see how limber you are." She did the deep squat again. This time she stayed down. "Can you do this?"

Neil's eyes were glued to the husky lump of flesh and hair bulging against the crotch of her leotard. He had never seen anyone so supple, so graceful. He slowly squatted down as far as he could.

She raised up and circled him. "Very good," she bummed as she pushed softly back on his shoulders. "Must keep your back straight ... that's right"

She was standing in front of him with her mounded crotch right in his face. Neil could feel the heat of her exercised body and loins on his cheeks. The pinkness of the leotard gave her a confection-sweet appearance. He decided it was time to test the advice of Mr. Crocker.

Impulsively, without thinking or hesitating, he leaned forward and kissed her mound. She froze. He rocked back and waited. She stepped back two graceful steps and stared down at him. "You're not taking me seriously, are you?" she asked.

Neil knew he'd won. If she was going to react to his gutsy advance she would already be at it. But instead she was asking stupid questions. He smiled. "I can't think about dancing with you looking like you do. I'm sorry, but I just can't do it"

She blushed. Then turned. He stared at her firm rump then noticed she was watching him in the mirror. Suddenly she giggled, her hand came up to her mouth. Neil felt his ears growing red. Was she making fun of him?

His question was answered by her hand reaching up behind her to find the leotard zipper. "Well, I can't have my student distracted, now can I?" she whispered.

"No! You can't!" he answered.

She wiggled out of the leotard as Neil watched with an open mouth. Her breasts were small and pointed. Brown nipples sat high on each one. As she bent over to step out of the leotard he saw the pulpy, tender flesh of her cunt The pubic hair was shaved back on the edges to keep stray hairs from creeping out of her leotard crotch. It was a full-blown, ripe cunt with a glistening red slit and inviting neatness.

Neil stood and found his cock was stiff as a board. It bent against his pants and caused a tremendous bulge. Miss Touffle smiled, did a bow, then a breath taking pirouette.

Her body flew into the air as she leapt with great freedom around the room. Neil quickly shed his clothing and eagerly pranced after her.

"Oh! Now I see my student is more willing to cooperate" she laughed.

He lunged for her but she sidestepped and he hugged thin air. She went to the practice bar and hoisted one leg up high into it. Her box literally lunged outward in full display. Neil started for her but she held up a hand.

"No. I want you to see if you can do this too," she instructed.

Neil stood a few feet in front of her and lifted his leg up to the bar. It was a strain but he managed to duplicate her position. One foot on the bar almost straight out to his side. His erect cock poked stiffly up and out Then she grinned like a mischievous child and started to edge closer and closer.

He watched intently as her outstretched cunt moved to within an inch of his pounding cock. Then she arched her back and the hair-capped slit pressed forward to touch softly against his leg. She was too short, or he was too tall. Either way, it wasn't a match-up.

But Neil enveloped her in his arms and brought his leg off the bar. She squirmed and hummed as he maneuvered his purple cock head down to her box. She kept her leg on the bar as he lifted up the wet skin and eased inside. The yawning lips accepted him with a tight, hot squeeze.

"Ummmmmmm," she sighed in his ear. "That's exactly how I like it"

His cock moved deep inside her as she gracefully swayed her hips and ass back and forth. Her cunt was wide open to his penetration, it took his whole length of muscle with ease and slick juiciness.

Neil slipped his hands around the smooth fullness of her ass and pulled her slowly gyrating body in tight to his. She laid her head on his shoulder and breathed heavily in his ear as he dipped up and down with each stab of his hotly squeezed pole.

"Turn," she whispered. "Put your back to the bar." Neil swung around and before he knew it she lifted her other leg up and onto the bar. He now was holding her up with his two hands -- each clamped tightly under a soft, full bun of her ass. She was light, hardly anything to hold, but the full pressure of her box on his spike was increased by a great degree.

He lifted her ass and let it drop. She slid up and down his cock. She grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled herself up and down. The tight grip of her crammed-full pussy sucked the length of his deep-penetrating pecker.

"Oh . that's good," she sighed. "You're so far inside me I can't swallow."

Neil was encouraged and began a series of bouncing thrusts inside her. She gasped with each painful pump of cock but let him know she was enjoying every bit of it.

"You're so good! So damned good!" she cried. "Are you sure you're not a dancer?"

"No ... I don't dance," Neil answered. "But I sure do like this step."

Her feet left the bar and she hungrily wrapped her legs around his waist Neil felt even more pressure of her box as it weighed down on his shaft. He had to bounce her up and down with the help of his legs and hands now. She jerked up only a short way, then pounded back down on him. Her tongue was lashing all around his neck, inside his ear, and across his shoulders.

Then he began to tire. The position was too much strain for him. Miss Touffle noticed as soon as his thrusts started to slow. She unwrapped her legs and lifted herself off his cock.

She backed out to the middle of the room and knelt down. Then he watched as she bent herself back and the hot mound of her cunt once more was thrust forward. She arched back until her head rested on the floor, she was bowed in a graceful curve with only her high pubic patch interrupting the smooth line.

Neil knew what to do. He kneeled between her knees and worked his dripping pecker inside the gaping slit until once more he found the warm heat of full entry. All he had to do was jerk his hips up and down to send long, grating strokes inside her vulnerable box.

He rubbed his hands across the smooth flesh of her stomach up to the stretched nipples of her breasts. The meat of her tits was pulled back flat but the nipples grew and responded to his twisting squeeze.

"Yes!" she was crying from her faraway mouth.

Neil's cock rasped hard against her erect clitoris each time he plunged inside her. Her arched body was humping, trembling, squirming with each delicious thrust. He saw her body growing wet, perspiring, heating up with the fever of his fast, furious fucking.

He moved his hands back to the meat of her ass and clamped her box even tighter over his jamming rod as he felt the boiling rise of his cream. Then her legs somehow shot out from under her to stretch behind his pumping ass. Again he held her in midair as his cock worked deep inside her sweltering box.

She kicked her feet helplessly in the air as he held tight to her hips and pumped her back and forth on his red stick. She was moaning, gasping, crying large tears which trickled down her forehead.

"Oh! You're driving me crazy!" she screeched. "It feels so good!"

Her strong legs clamped fiercely around his hips and squeezed with amazing force as she hugged him at full depth. Her body bolted as if it was electrically charged as a wild, whipping orgasm rumbled through her. She was balanced on her head and used it to pivot her wide, washing sweeps from side to side. Neil felt his cock rubbing hard against each wall of her clapping, applauding, jumping cunt.

Then he exploded. It felt like burning sand was being shoveled from his pecker head as the hot cream sprayed her insides like an unattended garden hose. His legs stiffened and he almost came to a stand as he lifted up and over her in the throes of his pleasure. She kept herself clamped around his hips and simply rode him out while still balancing on her head.

Each wracking pump of his cock made him stand that much taller. When his pecker finally drained she was hanging down from him, with his cock painfully bent down inside her tight-gripped hole. He slowly dropped to his knees and felt the hold of her muscular legs relax.

She dropped onto her back and let her legs flop to the floor. She was exhausted. Her breathing hadn't returned to normal and her chest heaved with each satisfied gasp. Neil's cock flopped- free and dripped semen onto her stomach. She rubbed the sweet cream lazily into her flesh.

"Oh, Neil, I haven't had anything so good in such a long ... . Please, anytime you feel like it, just ring my bell. I'll do anything you ask. Anything. I'll suck that beautiful rod of yours, I'll lick you from head to toe, I'll rub you down with Vaseline and fuck every part of your body ... I'll eat you in every hole you've got. Just ring my bell ... ."

Neil dressed as she mumbled on incoherently. She was spread eagled in the center of the floor as he walked by and nodded his goodbye.

"You will ring, won't you?" she asked.

He nodded again and smiled like a hero should. "Maybe next week."

When he got back to the pool area to put his tools away he saw Christine. She was lying by the pool in a brief yellow bikini. Large gobs of tender breast could be seen around the skimpy cover of the top. The crease under each cheek of her sugar-fleshed ass was well below the cut of the bottom.

He kept himself from lunging at her and chewing the downy meat of her ass and tits until it melted in his mouth. She was built with full, sleek lines and abundant flesh where the generosity was most appreciated. He whistled as he passed and she looked up.

Instead of the look of scorn he would have received a week ago she smiled and batted her eyes. He wanted to rip off the top of her bikini and mash each tit flat with his sucking lips. Instead of doing that, he smiled back at her and felt the shyness of his character return.

"Hi, Neil," she cooed.

"Hi, Christine." He went into the tool room and put his stuff away. As he stood there he cursed himself for his lack of guts. He realized it was one thing to be aggressive with a middle-aged ballerina he cared little about and another thing to make a play for someone he really wanted. But he inhaled and said to himself, This is for you, Mr. Crocker.

She was still there when he returned. He noticed that even more of her breasts was exposed. He felt his throat go dry, his pecker tingle, his stomach felt heavy. He inhaled a deep breath and cleared his throat. Christine looked up expectantly.

"Want to go to movie tomorrow night?" he quickly asked.

She smiled. "Yes, I'd like to."

"Okay. I'll pick you up at seven." He turned on his heels and swiftly walked to the driveway and toward home.



Chapter 5

Neil took Christine to a triple-feature horror spectacular at the drive-in. As they sat close to each other in his parents' car he wondered what would be the best way to go about making a play. The closeness of her prime body had him nervous, the glowing flesh of her long legs was bare up to mid-thigh, where her miniskirt began.

He thought about the direct approach. Just swing the old arm around her shoulders and sweep her face up to his for a juicy kiss. Or the casual approach -- slide the arm around her, wait a few minutes, urge her closer and closer an inch at a time. Then there was the cute approach: An innocent peck on the cheek to relax her, then a coy try for one on the lips.

She was staring straight ahead at the movie, intent, oblivious to his turmoil. He decided the direct approach fit the character of a hero more than the others. After a deep inhale and check of the breath, he readied himself. His arm slid behind the seat like a creeping snake until it was in position.

Then like a starving lion snagging a helpless lamb he moved into action. His arm caught her shoulders and pulled her soft, ripe body in close to his. She didn't resist. In fact, he heard her exhale, and it sounded like she was impatiently waiting for his move.

Their mouths came together like two soft pillows. Lips opened and tongues slipped coyly from one mouth to the other. Her tongue tasted cool and smooth as it licked over his teeth and beneath his own digging tongue. She sucked softly on his oral organ and hummed deep in her throat

She was enjoying it every bit as much as he was. His hands slipped down the back of her blouse and explored the flat expanse. She pressed her breasts firmly into his chest and probed her tongue deep inside his mouth. Her smell was clean, neat, invigorating. Neil felt his cock expanding and lifting with happiness.

As he edged his groping fingers around her shoulder and down he felt her stiffen. He stopped the move. She relaxed. He started again. This time he reached the beginning of her mounded breast before she again went rigid. Again he stopped. He kissed the smoothness of her flawless neck until she relaxed once more.

He was dying to dig his fingers Into the pliant flesh of her large breasts but didn't want to spook her. He went easy, slowly, bit by bit until his palm rested on the top half of her pounding globe of downy tit. She didn't try to stop him, she sent her tongue inside his ear.

Neil took this as encouragement and moved his hand over her entire ball of skin and pressed. She pushed back slightly, just enough to let him know she liked it, not enough to say she was eagerly wanting it He squeezed the pliant, firm flesh and felt its resilient springiness against his fingers.

She sat up and moved away. Her eyes looked in the other direction. She was silent, hurt. Neil's empty hand was screaming for another feel of that sweet tit He slid close to her and ignored the pout on her lips. She turned to face him and scold but he caught her words in her mouth with a hard, deep-driving kiss that pushed her down on her back.

Her arms went around his shoulders and she kissed back. He felt her thigh rubbing against his as she adjusted her legs daintily alongside him. He didn't waste any time, his hand went straight back to her vulnerable breast. He kept her too busy kissing to allow her time to refuse his squeezing caress. Her tongue was flipping like a fighting trout in his sucking mouth.

He pressed the breast flat, squashed it up high, then pushed his thumb down where the nipple should be. The low moan in her throat grew louder. His fingers fumbled at the top blouse button. The damned thing wouldn't cooperate, he couldn't get it open.

"No, please ..." she moaned.

He ignored her cry and kept working at the button until it popped free. He saw the gleam of her flesh in the half light His cock was so stiff it hurt. He moved to the second button.

"Stop! Neil, please ..." she begged.

He had her pinned down. She was helpless. He could rip her blouse off and chew her fits silly ... . He knew it, but dammit, she was begging like a little baby. He stopped handling her chest and went back to kissing. It didn't take long for him to get bored, though. His cock was howling hot, his fingers needed something soft and full to hold.

He moved back to the second button. She didn't refuse. Finally he figured it out. He could go only so far, then she would stop him. But if he waited a few minutes and started right back where he left off, she'd let him get a little further before bellyaching. He opened the button and saw more of her delicate flesh. The beginnings of her mounded breasts and bra were visible. He opened the third button.

She tried to push him off. He was heavy, so she wiggled her torso and pushed with her legs. The whole action served to excite Neil more than dampen him. He stopped feeling and resumed the kissing. This time he sent his tongue inside her ear. The result was surprising. He felt her breasts squashing hard against him and her hips made an involuntary jerk The tongue in her ear really turned her on.

He kept his tongue in there. Pushing, twisting, making sounds of lusty sucking while his hand roamed back down to the unforgotten breast. He ignored the buttons, they were open enough. This time he went straight for the mound and squeezed. Apparently the excitement from her ear overshadowed the violation of her fit. She didn't try to stop him.

He worked the material of the blouse well over to the side and saw her white, lacy bra encasing the sugar-coated hump. His fingers softly caressed the fit around the rim of the bra cup before they opened wide and engulfed the whole soft melon.

She was resigned to letting him have his way as long as the tongue kept massaging her ear. He squashed her fit upward until the white skin billowed and stretched out of the bra. With a final push her red-brown nipple slid into view. It was beautiful. Large, as round as a silver dollar, and peaked like an ice-cream cone. The little wonder sat on top of her tit like a rubber baby-bottle nipple.

His fingers squeezed her nipple softly then twisted it. She bolted like a crazed horse when she realized she had let him get so far.

"Neil!" she scolded. "Don't! I'm not that kind of girl! Please!"

She reached down and tucked her excited nipple and abundant breast back inside the bra. But she didn't button up the blouse, Neil was happy to note.

"Gosh, Christine, I don't see what's so wrong with It. It's not like I'm frying ... "

"No!" she interrupted him. "If I let you go too far I won't be able to stop you. Next thing you know we'll regret what we've done."

Neil contained his laughter. He was dying to tell her about his exploits of the last few days. But she was too young, she'd never understand. Either way, lie wasn't that thrilled about her making him go through a lot of needless crap just to squeeze her tit.

He shoved his tongue back inside her ear and she melted once again onto her back This time he put his hand right on top of her crotch. Pushed it deep into the soft mount between her legs and tried to wiggle a finger along her surprised slit.

She went crazy. First her hips bolted up wildly, her thighs whipped wide apart. Then as her excited body realized just what was going on, the thighs clamped tightly back together. Neil's hand was comfortably crushed inside the warm hug of her struggling crotch.

"Please! Neil!" she cried. He removed the probing hand slowly.

“Wow, you'd think I was hurting you," he said.

"You better take me home." She was slightly angry, more shaken than mad.

Neil waited almost a full minute before answering. He spoke softly and made himself sound as remorseful as possible. "I'm sorry, Christine. I shouldn't have done that I promise not to touch you down there if you'll stay."

It worked. She sniffed. Straightened her skirt and finally said, "Okay, Neil. We can stay. It's just that I'm not the kind of girl who does this kind of thing on the first date." She quickly added, "Or any other date."

He moved back on top of her and resumed his kissing. After adequate pause he moved his hand to her breast She didn't resist at all. He knew it would work. After the assault on her pussy, everything else seemed like child's play. It was evident she was going to let him have his way with her tits to keep him from trying for much bigger game.

Within minutes he had the giant breast pushed out of the bra. He manipulated the broad nipple with his fingers until it puckered up tight and red. Her breath was an erratic series of futile gasps as he pinched and rolled the elastic button unmercifully.

When his lips kissed the teet she gasped and shuddered. He lashed his tongue back and forth across it until it shone with his saliva. Then he took a long, hard suck on the tasty morsel and she started to twist and squirm with unhampered abandon.

He reached under her and lifted until the snap of her halter was in his fingers. This time he was much more deft and the elastic bra sprang free of the bulbous mounds of velvet-soft mammary. He opened her blouse completely and began to bite and chew a slow path from one nipple to the other.

Her hands were rubbing up and down his back as her passion grew with each tender bite. She was out of her mind, her shoulders rolled from side to side, thrusting the blubbery babies happily into Neil's joyful face. Her tits were delicious, creamy, massive. He had never eaten a finer pair of jugs in his life, couldn't even think of a pair that would even compare to hers.

Her hips swayed back and forth and up and down as the throes of her heat enveloped her whole body. Neil raised his hips and slowly began to straddle her thrashing thighs. She let him do it without protest She wanted to feel his weight pressing down on her, his hips on hers, his legs next to hers.

But when the gigantic mass of his rock-hard cock pressed tight against her cunt she felt the greatest sensation of all. It was much bigger than she dreamed possible. The spike seemed like it didn't end. She was dying to reach down with her hand and explore the thing better, but knew that would be a dangerous thing indeed.

So Neil chewed her tits red, covered them with the juice of his mouth and ground his hard cock fitfully into her open, cooking crotch. Even between their layers of clothing he could feel her plentiful moisture soaking the area. He kept up a constant, steady grind until she began to gasp like an ice cube had been dropped down her back.

He shoved his stick forcefully into her softness and she stiffened. Her hips came up to welcome him completely, they twisted, then jerked. She held her breath and arched her soaked tits into his shirt as a washing orgasm wracked her youthful body.

It was her first orgasm received from a man. She had felt the wonderful sensation before when masturbating, but this was a definite, exciting first Her cunt overflowed with thick wetness which spilled into her stretching panties. Her inner thighs went hard with strain, her nipples tingled, she couldn't breathe. Waves of heat rumbled from her crotch to her throat until finally it all culminated in one wild bolt of lightning. Her guts exploded.

"Oh! Neil! Neil! Oh!"

Neil kept grinding. He was hoping to work his cock up to a climax too. But he was too far away. He wanted to feel her slick box around his rod but knew it would be impossible ... tonight. He satisfied himself with getting her to come, giving her a thrill.

When he took her home he asked her out for Saturday night. She blushed and looked down at her feet.

"Are you asking me out because I'm easy?" she asked.

Neil snorted. "You're not easy, Christine. Believe me, you're not I'm asking you out because I like you, I've liked you for a long time."

"What time?" she asked.

"Seven o'clock."

It was a date.

The next day was Neil's appointment with Felix When he got up that morning his balls were killing him. He had heard of "lover's nuts" but had never had them. Now he knew how terrible they were. His balls felt like two cracked walnuts. He walked slowly all day.

As he was going to Felix's apartment he ran into Mr. Crocker by the pool. The old man held up his cane to let Neil know he was awake. Neil walked over to him, he had fifteen minutes before his appointment

"How's everything going, boy?" asked Mr. Cracker.

"Fine."

"Anything to report to a bored old man?"

Neil remembered his promise to tell Mr. Crocker his adventures. "I took Christine outlast night."

"Oh?" The old man's voice brightened considerably. "Did you make hay?"

"No. But I got the ground plowed," answered Neil. Mr. Crocker chuckled. "That's a start, Neil. Now don't give up. You're over the toughest part, keep working the ground and before you know it you'll have your seed in there."

Neil laughed. "Yessir. But right now my plow is killing me."

Crocker banged his cane in merriment "Hah! You know there's only one cure for that ... in my day we used to call them 'amorous achers' ... and that's to put your weenie where it belongs. Right inside that young filly."

"I'm trying, Mr. Crocker. I'm trying."

"One word of advice, though. Don't let your heart get in there too. That'll mess everything up. Remember that you are in demand right now. You're a celebrity. Don't let your emotions tie you down. There are a lot of ladies out there ... take 'em all before your popularity dies off."

"Yessir," said Neil.

The old man's gray-haired head lowered down to his chest and Neil heard the satisfied wheeze of sleep. He grinned at his ancient adviser and checked his watch. It was time to go, time to meet with Felix and submit himself to the sleazy photographer's whims. Reluctantly he crossed the pool area for Felix's apartment

Felix was pleased to see him. "Come in, Neil You're a few minutes early. That's very good. My model isn't here yet but I expect her any minute. After all, I'm paying her a lot of money, she better give me a full hour."

Neil entered the living room and saw that everything was set The large lights were all in place and a camera sat on a tripod facing the sofa. Neil swallowed. He wasn't very keen on having his photograph taken, especially with the sleazy animal Felix had most likely hired.

But he was wrong. The model was stunning. She was a tall, black-haired woman with olive skin and cat-like eyes. When she came in the door she gave Neil a quick glance and turned to Felix. "He's pretty young, isn't he? I thought I was supposed to do this with a man."

"Quit your bitching, Sherry, you're getting enough money to screw a porcupine," said Felix.

Sherry didn't waste any of Felix's valuable time. She kicked her shoes off and started undoing her blouse. Neil watched as she opened it up and revealed two small but awfully firm tits. She wore no bra. Without hesitating she undid her skirt and dropped it on a chair.

She was wearing black fish-net panties that were the briefest Neil had ever seen. Her back was to him and he licked his lips when she bent down to fold her blouse. Her ass was a curving slope of solid meat that curved up like an upside-down valentine into the darkness of her crotch. From the rear all he could see was a shadowed lump of pulpy flesh hanging between her legs.

She stood and turned. Her pubic hair was in a wide, high patch, more hair than he had ever seen on a cunt. She pulled the panties down and the crotch fur sprang outward like so many weeds. A thin line of soft hair ran from the pubic pile up to her navel.

Her stomach was totally flat, she was tall, slender, like a panther. Her lips were large, thick, they hung from her mouth like big pieces of ripe fruit. She grinned at the gaping Neil and walked slowly to the couch. Her body moved at every junction, hips, waist, breasts, buttocks -- all ground out their own distinct rhythms.

She sat down quietly and waited. Felix finished adjusting his camera. Neil cleared his dry throat and asked, "Should I get undressed too?"

"No," said Felix. "I want Sherry to undress you."

"What?" screeched Sherry. "He can undress himself I What am I, his mother?"
Felix stood up, his hands went to his hips, and he puckered his lips. "Damnit, you bitch! You do as I say or get your clothes on and trot your hot ass right out of here!"

Sherry shut up. Felix made one last adjustment and said, "Okay, Sherry, take off his shoes. I want to see your box from the rear as you do it."

She knelt on the floor with an expression of pure disgust as she untied Neil's shoes. Neil sat very still and stared at the strong arch of her smooth back. Her cunt disappeared between her legs and Felix snapped his first shot.

Then he had her remove Neil's shirt and socks, and finally his pants. This was the toughest shot. Felix wanted her to look eager, anxious to get Neil undressed.

"Shit," she mumbled. But she did as he said.

When the moment came to pull Neil's underpants down her whole attitude changed. She saw the gigantic bulge in his shorts and started to smile. "Oh ... now I see what has Felix so turned on," she mum-bled.

She pulled back the top elastic and peered down at the long, stiff cock. "Beautiful," she murmured. "You have one real nice pecker, young man.

"Thank you," said Neil.

"Okay, pull the pants down," instructed Felix.

"With pleasure," said Sherry. She tugged the shorts down and off Neil's legs. As she stood she surveyed his whole physique. Her eyes glowed with anticipation. "I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy this... . "

Neil's balls were throbbing with pain. His stiff cock pounded for relief. As Felix snapped shot after shot Sherry reached and circled the yearning pole with her hand. She slowly stroked it up and down. Then she lowered herself to her knees and kissed the flared head of his dick. Neil's knees felt weak.

Her thick, moist lips parted only slightly as she pressed his thick cock head inside. Her lips pulled back and his pecker channeled deep inside the warm wetness. Her tongue wrestled around his shaft and whipped hungrily. Neil was worried he might climax instantly and ruin the photo session, but his cock remained remarkably insensitive. He figured the disappointment of last night might still have him in a state of numb shock.

She worked his cock head deep into the rear of her throat. Then, after cupping his buns in her hands, she made the deep dive. His cock head rammed into the curve of her throat and dipped down, deeper. She took the whole long thing. Her nose rested in his pubic hair.

He was shocked. Then she started to twist her head in half circles, using his cock as an axle. It felt great. The tight, wet hug of her throat and mouth ground his taut-skinned cock in every possible area. She kept the hose inside her for a long time before backing off and sucking a breath through her nose.

"Okay, Neil, on the couch," instructed Felix. He was excited, obviously delighted with the shots he was getting. Neil sat on the couch.

Sherry looked over at Felix and asked, "Okay, what now?"

Felix put his fingers on his cheek and thought a second. "Lie on the couch, I want him to eat you."

Neil swallowed. She lay beside him and spread her legs. The bright red lips of her gash were moist, the giant pile of hair sat pompously above everything.

"Okay, Neil, dig in," said Felix with a giggle.

Neil kept his eyes glued to the wrinkled lips of her hole as he cautiously lowered his head between her legs. His nose caught the musty, ripe odor of her box. He didn't know how to go about it. He also wondered if he could, because this was something he hadn't expected.

Sherry lifted her legs up and bent them back to her chest as Felix moved in for a close-up. Her juicy vagina stretched up high above her rounded ass. The pink dot of her asshole sat directly below it. It reminded Neil of a wet, hairy exclamation mark.

He lowered his face down until he could feel the heat of her cunt on his lips. His tongue slid out and touched the warm pussy lips, then went back in. He tasted, rolled it around in his mouth. Not knowing there was nothing to fear, he pushed his tongue out until it spread one lip to the side.

He felt the amazing slickness of her inner pussy with the tip of his tongue. He ran it around the rim before digging deeper. It felt good. For him and for Sherry. She was smiling and humming a happy song. "Slide it way in there, Neil," she said. "Real deep."

He plunged his tongue all the way in and felt the hug of slippery walls. She was tasting great, the thick ooze was filling his lips, really turning him on. He found her clitoris and gave it several laps. Then he thrilled Felix by peeling her pussy lips back to expose the inside of the hole and whipping it severely with his tongue.

"Great! Excellent!" reported Felix as he changed to a second roll of film. "Now get ready to fuck. I want some real tight close-ups of his cock stretching your box open."

Finally, thought Neil to himself. His cock was crazy with heat, his balls were throbbing with pain. Sherry stretched languidly and smiled at him. "I'm looking forward to this. I hope you can last awhile," she said.

Neil didn't know. But when he crawled between her open thighs and she guided his cock head into her red lips he thought that was it. He was so excited he expected to cream all over the couch any second. But it didn't happen, the numbness returned, the tide was held.

Felix was less than two feet away and high to the side as Neil slowly pressed his fat log inside her glistening slit It moved in with ease, she was well lubricated. Tight, too. The hug of her cunt smothered each bit of his cock as it left the daylight and began the journey into warm darkness.

"That's it ... nice and slow," said Felix. "Just keep your beautiful prick sliding in there until she chokes."

"Take your pictures and shut up," said Sherry. "Let him do it the way he wants ... it feels great"

She laid her head back and relaxed as her broiling box became more and more stuffed with stiff young pecker. It kept coming and coming, deeper, deeper. She hadn't had a cock this good in one hell of a long time. But she was able to engulf the whole thing and still have room to swing.

She lifted up tight against him when Neil had his cock all the way in. He had never felt a cunt so hot. His cock was burning like an overcooked hotdog. Her flat stomach rippled each time she hoisted her hips up. The hard tits rocked only slightly, the nipples were like two walnuts.

"Okay, go to it!" announced Felix.

That was the signal to let themselves go. Sherry was the first to act She bucked up hard and grabbed at his ass with animal lust "Okay, Neil, let's do some real fucking," she hissed through clenched teeth.

Neil was willing. He slammed his cock in and out of her grabbing cunt as fast as his well-developed body would allow. She met every thrust with practiced ease. Then he felt her legs wrapping around his and clamping. Her body started to pitch and roll hungrily, her hands spread his white buns wide apart.

"The finger! The finger!" screeched Felix as he moved the camera down to their feet and shot into the area of greatest action.

Neil felt the finger rubbing his asshole, massaging, pressing gently. Then before he could do a thing the finger was inside him, snaking up his anus. He tried to pull away but the finger only went deeper. He tried to push himself down but only met her hips as they lifted. He was trapped between her cunt and finger. His cock in her, her finger in him.

It finally dawned on him that it felt great. There was no reason to resist. She was stroking his rectum into a state of high excitement His hips bolted into hers at a new, faster speed. His head spun, his back ached but couldn't stop moving. The juice of her cunt was frothed into white foam as his ramrod whipped in and out with a blinding blur.

He could feel the sudden grip of her cunt walls, then he heard her crying gasp. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth and bit, then her eyes opened wide.

"Oh, God! Jesus Christ, that feels so good!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.

Neil kept plummeting, he couldn't have stopped if he tried. Her finger was imbedded up to the last knuckle and as her climax hit she made a fist It drove him insane and he tried to split her body open with his deep-running, boiling tool.

She finally settled down and slipped her finger out As she lay content under him, Felix unloaded the camera. She grinned up at Neil and slowly sucked her finger lice it was a candy cane. He waited for further instructions, but they didn't come.

"Time's up," said Felix. "You both did fine. I got some great shots."

"Already?" asked Sherry. "Are you sure?"

Felix looked at his watch. "Yes. See? Time flies when you're enjoying yourself."

Sherry was disappointed. Neil didn't understand why until she said, "Sure, I enjoyed myself ... but I don't think Neil did. He didn't get his rocks off."

Felix's hands went back to his hips. "Well, I'm not paying you to worry about Neil."

"The hell with the money," said Sherry. "I want to make sure Neil gets his share of the fun. He certainly gave me mine.

She looked up at Neil and smiled. "I know what you'd dig, young man. Something nice and tight to hug the cream out of your superprick."

She rolled onto her stomach and came up to her knees. "Okay, Neil, take me from behind."

Neil got behind her and started to slide his cock back inside her dripping box but she pulled away. He tried again and she lowered slightly. His cock brushed across her asshole.

"That's it, Neil. Put it in the small hole, but please go easy ... ."

Neil didn't believe his ears. Suddenly he heard Felix screaming. "Wait! I want to get more film! I want a shot of this!"

Neil didn't bother to wait He pushed against the taut hole and watched as it collapsed inside. She wiggled her ass until the rim of her asshole slipped back out and finally around his flared pecker head. Then he pushed ever so gently until the whole glans was neatly buried. The ring of muscle gripped him like a rubber band. He edged cautiously inside the new, dark region.

Felix was snapping shots one after the other. Sherry pressed back and took half the cock. Then she moved slightly forward and pounded back fiercely. Neil's cock hit the three-quarter mark.

"Oh ... gosh, that feels so great ... " she sighed.

"It sure does," said Neil.

"It looks tremendous," said Felix. He snapped a shot.

Neil leaned forward and enjoyed the feel of his
cock separating the tightness of her rectum. It was like he was plowing into unchartered territory. Every part of his pecker was alive with trembling excitement.

She started to buck and twist now, his cock worked her asshole loose and he had room to maneuver. The thick odor of her insides filled his nostrils as the speed returned to his hips. He was now pumping fast, deep, furious. She was taking each thrust with a happy grunt.

Finally he climaxed. The juice was released from his confused, aching balls and sent in a river along the channels of his pecker. It hosed deep inside her swirling ass to paint her insides with white, sticky foam. Neil grabbed her tightly by the hips and clamped her against his loins as his cock vomited and screamed inside her.

It was over. The pain was suddenly gone from his testicles. He felt terrific. As he popped his cock free Felix took three shots. One of his dripping pecker, one of her recovering asshole, one of the trickling sperm as it leaked from the small hole and streamed down the inside of her thigh.

Sherry dressed quickly, humming all the time. As she turned to go she gave Neil a happy wink. I'm thrilled to have met you, Neil."

"Me too," he answered.

"Maybe we'll run into each other again," she said. "All right, Sherry," said Felix. "Here's your money. Now get out of here."

Felix led her out the door as Neil started to dress.

He inspected his cock, it was in fine, fully relaxed and in comfortable shape. He decided he'd really like to rim across her again, she was the first female he had that didn't know about his hero status.



Chapter 6

Neil was in his jockey shorts when Felix returned. The prissy photographer giggled with delight. "Oh! This was an excellent session. I have some absolute treasures!"

Neil nodded despondently. "Yeah, but what about the other ones? The ones of Helen and me."

Felix giggled again. "Yes ... I promised we'd burn them, didn't I?"

Neil sat down to pull on his socks. "That's right. Can we take care of that now?"

"Sure, sure, we'll get to it" Felix's eyes had a far-off, watery look as he sat down next to Neil. He smiled sheepishly and sighed. "Such wonderful pictures. I must say, you have a very fine build."

Neil wasn't in the mood for compliments, he was anxious to see the photographs reduced to ashes. "Thanks, now about the ..."

Felix cut him off short by putting his hand softly on Neil's thigh. Neil immediately tightened. "You also have a splendid prick," whispered Felix.

Neil didn't know what to say. It was obvious from the expression of pure desire on the photographer's face that he was dying to have his own type of sex with Neil. But Neil wasn't the slightest bit interested ... and he also didn't have the words available to express it. Instead, he batted Felix's soothing hand from his leg.

Felix pulled his hand up to his face as an expression of hurt shadowed him. He glared like a struck child at Neil until finally hissing, "You ungrateful bastard! Here I just let you screw one of the wildest models in the business ... and I paid for it! And what thanks do I get? An impolite slap!"

"You shouldn't have touched me!" answered Neil.

"Oh, get off it!" barked Felix. "Just who the hell do you think you are? I'm trying to be nice to you, friendly, cordial. But you're just too narrow-minded to appreciate it ... ."

"Come on, let's burn those pictures so I can get out of here," said Neil.

"Pictures! Pictures! That's all I hear! Can't you relax and think of something else?"

"No!" Neil answered firmly.

Felix's manner changed abruptly. From anger his expression suddenly changed to apologetic. He spoke softly'. "I'm sorry, Neil I shouldn't have made that advance. It was wrong of me to expect you to agree. Especially when you're so worried about those silly photographs."

"Yes, I am worried. Let's burn them now.

Felix nodded, then stood up. He started for the kitchen but suddenly stopped. As he turned Neil saw yet another face of the man's character. His left eyebrow was arched high above his eye, his mouth was tightly closed, he appeared menacing, overpowering, dominant.

"We'll burn them as soon as you take your clothes off and let me make you feel much better than any woman can.

The statement was direct, concise, strongly stated. Neil was again lost as he tried to think of a refusal to suit the situation. Nothing came to his mind but "No!"

Felix had just as simple a rebuttal. "Yes!"

The sweaty-faced photographer lunged for Neil. Neil jumped up to get out of the way. It was the wrong move. Felix caught him around the waist with his arms and slowly sank to his knees. His face cuddled deep into Neil's crotch.

Neil's first reaction was to strike out and punch the skinny creep on the head. But he held back and made one more attempt at reason.

"No! Leave me alone!" He jolted his hips forward to shake Felix off but it only served to excite the groveling weirdo. Neil felt his teeth ripping at his underwear, trying to dig a hole through the shorts to his warm, but limp cock.

Neil was about ready to unleash his fist when he heard the front door close. "Uh ... uh ... Felix

There's someone here," said Neil

He was looking at a shocked, open-mouthed man in an impeccable suit with a briefcase. The briefcase dropped to the floor as the middle-aged gentleman gasped for air. It was obvious he was winding up to either scream or curse. Neil wanted nothing to do with it. He struggled fitfully until Felix finally looked over and saw the man.

"George ... "he mumbled. His hold on Neil suddenly went slack and disappeared. Neil stepped free, grabbed his pants, and quickly tugged them on.
"You shit! You cheating, lying, double-timing shit!" George was screeching.

Felix was standing, vainly trying to obscure the erection jutting out noticeably in his pants. "George ... now, George, you don't understand... .'

"I understand!" bellowed George. "While I'm at work trying to provide for the both of us, you're here at home sucking the cocks of mere boys! You slut!"
Felix was in tears, he cowed before George. "Please ... George ... I've never done it before. I didn't even do it this time ... "

"Only because I interrupted! Maybe you'd like me to leave so you can finish sucking his cock? Would you like that, you whore?"

"No, no, no, George ... you know you're the only one for me ... the only cock I love .. ." cried Felix, George zipped his fly down and worked his red pecker out to poke half hard at Felix. "Then prove it. Crawl over here and suck my cock until I come in your mouth. Then swallow it! Eat me for dinner, you naughty boy."

Like a trained dog Felix crawled to George's crotch and stiffening rod. Neil pulled his shoes on fast as he heard the first slurps of Felix's dinner. He jumped up and dashed quickly out the patio door. He was in no mood to wait around, he was afraid he might be dessert.

Now he was in a mess. He had posed for the pictures but failed to get the other ones burned. He knew his chances of convincing Felix were mighty slim. He wandered into the pump house and sat next to the boiler while trying to think of a plan of action. Nothing came to mind.

After half an hour of concentration Neil knew what he had to do. Go tell Mr. Walker, his boss. He was the only man he knew who might be able to pressure Felix into cooperating. After all, he owned the apartment complex, he was Felix's landlord, he should have some sway over the photographer. And most of all, Mr. Walker had said, "Anything I can do, Neil just ask."

Well, Neil stood up and decided he had no choice but to ask. He reluctantly started for the penthouse apartment of Mr. Walker. It was a long walk to the corner of the complex where Mr. Walker lived, and by the time he arrived Neil was ready with his story. The truth.

He rang the bell and waited. After a pause the door was opened. Not by Mr. Walker, but by Mrs. Walker. Neil had seen her a couple of times around the apartments but never spoken with her. She was several years younger than her husband, maybe in her late thirties. But she didn't show it. Neil knew she was a member of the exclusive and expensive health club in town, because Mr. Crocker told him.

She was an average-height woman, but that's as far as her averageness went. She had high cheekbones and heavily made-up eyes. Perhaps it was her eyes that gave her age away, tiny crow's feet sprayed out at many angles from them. But they were friendly, cheery eyes. Neil liked that.

Her brown hair was piled high on her head in a disorganized heap, with bobby pins all over. "Oh, hello ... Neil, isn't it?" she asked.

"Yes, Mrs. Walker ... uh ... I was wondering if Mr. Walker is in?"

She puckered up her red lips and said, "No, I'm sorry, Neil. He's out for the afternoon. Can I help you?"

"Well, I just wanted to discuss something with him. Maybe if I come back later ... "

She threw the door wide open and smiled. "Come in, Neil. Perhaps you can tell me what it is and I'll mention it to him tonight."

"Gee, Mrs. Walker, I don't know... ."

She grabbed his hand and gently pulled him inside. "Now, Neil, you don't have to worry. As a matter of fact, I have a way of convincing my husband when it comes to things ... especially things like raises."

Neil turned. "Oh, no, Mrs. Walker,. I'm not here to ask for a raise!"

She smiled understandingly and led the way into the expensively decorated living room. As she sat down on the ornate, red-velvet sofa Neil noticed how round her rump was. It was perfect, like two inflated play-balls sitting side by side. He stood in the middle of the floor.

"Sit down, Neil," she said. Her hand patted the sofa next to her.

Neil sat down and realized that Mrs. Walker was wearing only a house robe. Just that. Nothing else. He could tell because it buttoned down the front and as she sat the material wrinkled open between the buttons. She was obviously naked underneath. His eyes gazed at another perfectly round thing -- her dark brown nipple.

The nipple sat poised atop one of her mammoth breasts and stared back at him like a steady eye. He had trouble looking away. He looked down. The folds of material were parted in her lap, too. He saw the pile of brown fuzz which crowned the upper portion of her crotch. He stared at the floor and strained to keep from looking anywhere else."

"Would you like something to drink, Neil?" she asked.

"No, ma am."

"My, you look so warm. I guess it's all your clothes. You see, I'm used to seeing you down at the pool in nothing but your swimsuit ... I guess that's it."

Neil tried to smile at her without looking.

"I saw your picture in the paper the other day. What you did was very brave," she said.

He kept his eyes on the rug. "Thank you, Mrs. Walker."

Her hand rested on his forearm and she leaned close to ask in a very maternal fashion, "Now, what is it you wanted to talk with Mr. Walker about?"

"Gosh, ma'am, it's hard to say... ."

She squeezed his arm. "Try."

"Well, you see, it has to do with a woman. One who lives in these apartments... ."

"Oh ..." she said, like she understood. "That young girl Christine?"

"Oh no, ma'am. Not her. She's too young. I mean someone who's older. Not a lot older ... but older."

"And something about her bothers you?" she asked. Neil paused. That was close enough. "Yes, I guess you could put it that way."

She smiled happily. "Why, Neil, you shouldn't let her bother you. It's a completely normal and natural thing to be attracted by older women when you're a vital, healthy young man.

"Oh, yes, I agree, Mrs. Walker, but that's not why -- "

"Call me Rose," she interrupted.

"Yes, Rose. But you see ... "

"And don't worry about this woman. Why, I'm sure she must feel the same way toward you." The hand squeezed his arm with warmth.

"Gosh, Mrs. Walker, I don't know what to say. You don't seem to..."

Her voice was high-pitched, she spoke with speed and excitement. "And you've done another very brave thing by coming to me and talking about it. It would have been silly to tell my husband ... he's such an oaf when it comes to affairs of the heart."

"But -- "

"Also, I have to admit I'm flattered." She pushed a curl back from her forehead. "It's not every woman who has a secret admirer who's also a hero."

"But, Rose ..."

"Of course, now it's no longer a secret, is it, Neil. You took the initiative and expressed your desires. It's up to me to give you an answer ... to tell you if you've won me or not."
Neil kept his mouth shut. He stared into the shining eyes of Mrs. Walker and couldn't believe his ears. She leaned close enough to kiss him and said, "You win. I'm yours."

"Uh ..." He really wasn't prepared for this.

She was. With a simple tug on the house robe she was able to pop each and every button open. Her giant, swollen breasts rolled like two tubs of baker's dough into his view. There were colossal mammaries of snow-white, peach-smooth texture. The round, brown nipples were succulent, ripe, already puckering with anticipation.

She stood up. Her beautiful ass caught his attention as she took sensuous strides across the room and turned. Her waist was small, her hips wide, her crotch bulged with mature heat and fullness. She had trimmed her cunt hair so that it was short, trim, neat.

With a laugh she shook her shoulders and made the inflated breasts wobble and sway. She held her arms out to him and said softly, "Come to me, Neil. Come over here and claim your reward."

Neil stood. He could feel his cock attempting to respond. But he had just finished with enough sex to last him days. His cock was trying but not doing well enough. He removed his shirt and pants, then stood before her in his shorts. He wanted to feel the warm hug of her full body, wanted to see how she'd respond to his deep-running cock, wanted to hear her cry out in his ear how great he felt. But his cock managed to climb only halfway up.

"Come to me, Neil," she said as she lay on her back before him. She was on a bear-skin rug, white fur tickled up around her thighs and legs. She looked tremendous, he strained to make his cock go up. That didn't work.

He stood next to her and tried to find the words to explain his plight, but she noticed. With a knowing grin she came to her knees before him and pulled his shorts down.

"Now, Neil, you have nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, you have something to be proud of," she said as her hand circled the base of his limber pecker. She started to stroke. "Many times a man can't achieve a full erection when he's with a woman he desires very much. But don't you worry, I know how to get it up there.

She opened her red lips and circled his cock head with a soft, licking kiss. Neil enjoyed the warm wetness of her tongue as it washed around his glans and made darting stabs down his cock shaft. She sucked his cock deep into her mouth and massaged his balls with her hands until he felt it growing, increasing in circumference, expanding right inside her sucking lips.

She pulled him down beside her and whispered, rose up to a dripping, saliva-coated shaft as hard as a railroad spike. "See?" she said. 'I told you I could get it up.

She pulled him down beside her and whispered, "Now I want to get it in me.

He started to roll onto her but she pushed him back. She wanted to ride him. "You'll last longer this way," she said.

He watched as she straddled him like a stud horse and guided his cock head right into her dry pussy lips. His cock strained against the cling of her slit while she slowly worked her hips back and forth. Soon a stream of lubricating juice dribbled from her pussy to coat and slick up his red cock head.

Neil's cock eased deep inside her as she sat down fully on his stiffness. She inhaled and gasped softly as he hit her deepest, most tender areas.

"My, you have a fine one, Neil. It's big and hard and deep and ... and ... just wonderful!"

She threw control to the wind and started to shift her ass up and down furiously. Her breasts slammed together and billowed wide apart as her body jolted with extreme pleasure. She dug her painted finger nails into his chest for balance and humped like a crazed maniac.

"Shit! Fuck! Oh! Good! Yes! God!" she cried each time her full ass slapped down on his lifted thighs.

Neil arched up and relaxed in rhythm with her incredibly fast jerking. She was pounding her cunt full on his thick cock, tears ran from her eyes, she sucked her lip in and made a low groan which grew louder and louder.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" she screeched as a wave of fire-hot happiness ran from her cunt to her asshole, up her spine, to her neck and nipples, then back to her cunt.

The fluids ran from her cock-filled hole like a geyser, Neil felt more room in which to work, slack, space to pump in. He kept plying his cock in but knew he had a long, long time to go. Rose lay back as he bent his knees and provided her with a place to rest. Her face was flushed, happy, fulfilled. But he was still pumping stiffness inside her and she didn't want to pass it up.

Her monolith breasts rocked with shaking meat each time he lifted into her. The nipples had lost the brown color and were now a fleshy, wet pink. He pinched each one until it puckered between his fingers. Then they changed positions again.

They made a human cross, her thigh over his, his other thigh under hers. His cock stuck into her at a sharp angle, almost straight out, from himself. Despite the lack of contact anywhere but where it counts, Neil liked the position. He could see his cock quite clearly as it stretched inside her wet slit. Her pussy lips would ride along with his cock as he withdrew until the slack was taken up. Then the little folds of skin would tickle his cock until he reentered. Now the lips were pushed in, they disappeared along with his fat rod until he pulled out again.

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.



Chapter 7

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.

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.

It hit her wrist. She gasped. Then it squirted with might and splattered her belly. She grappled with the spitting cock in absolute panic. She didn't know what to do. Neil's sperm shot in every direction, hitting her, hitting him, smearing the auto upholstery. Any pleasure Neil might have gotten from his climax was ruined by her crying, jumping panic.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she screeched.

"Oh, for Christ's sake ... "

She tried to rub the cream from her wrist and discovered the stuff was sticky. "Oh ..." she cried.

"Oh, shit," mumbled Neil as he tucked his cock away, zipped his pants, and started the car.

Even though the next day was Sunday, Neil went over to the apartments. He was worried, nothing was going right anymore. He had told Christine off before taking her home last night, called her a juvenile, a cry-baby, a prick-tease who deserved a spanking.

And there was still the Felix problem. He had no idea what was going to happen with the feline photographer. If Felix went ahead with his threat of exposing him to Helen's husband, he'd be finished. He'd lose his job for sure, and he'd probably lose his good health if the husband ever caught up with him.

Neil went to the pump house and sat down. He wanted to sort out all the possibilities, try to find a solution. But nothing came.

As he went outside he saw Mr. Crocker sitting in his usual chair, dark glasses, cane, and all. The old gent nodded at him. Neil still wasn't sure if the man recognized him or was nodding to sleep. He approached the gray-haired head as it bobbed slightly up and down.

"Working on Sundays now?" Mr. Crocker asked.

"Oh, no, Mr. Crocker," said Neil. "I just came over to think"

Mr. Crocker giggled. "Oh! I see. You come to where you work to think now!"

"What's so funny about that?" asked Neil.

"It's not funny, Neil. But it is a sign you're working too hard. Can't get away from it ... or is something else bothering you? Something that's around here?"

The ancient man had a way of putting his finger right on the problem. Neil sat down beside him and looked at the crystal-blue water in the pool. "Yeah, I have problems ... I've got big ones.

"Well, my boy, I asked you to report to me. To let an old man get his kicks by hearing of your heroic adventures. I think it's about time you let me in on the less pleasant aspects of your famous life."

"You sound like you knew there would be problems," said Neil.

"Of course I knew. Nothing fun ever comes free. It costs. We all pay our dues to the gods of pleasure. Hell, I paid mine ... I never knew a man who didn't have to pay a high price for his ticket to pleasure," said Crocker.

"It's that guy Felix. The photographer who lives next door to Helen."

"I know who you mean." Mr. Crocker chuckled. "I've been keeping an old, bleary eye on him."

"Did you know he was the one who took my picture? The one that got in the papers?"

Crocker nodded. "Yep."

"Well, he took more shots than that"

"Oh yeah?" Mr. Crocker was amused, much to Neil's discomfort.

"Yeah. You see, Helen and I ... well, we ... uh, she was real grateful to me for saving her daughter. We got carried away with the thanks in her patio ..."

"You nailed her in the patio, huh?"

Mr. Crocker was sitting up straight, he had his head cocked toward Neil. "Go on ... this is getting good."

"Well, Felix was peeking through the fence and took a lot of pictures of me and Helen... . "

"Did you see them?"

Neil nodded. "I'll say I did. He must have a dozen of me and her. He's got a lot of her sunbathing in the nude, too."

“Well, the little creep," said Mr. Crocker. "I never would have thought he liked the female anatomy."

"He threatened to give one of me and, her to her husband. You've seen her husband, haven't you?"

Mr. Crocker let out a guffaw that grated on Neil's nerves. "Oh? Hah! That monster would smash every bone in your young body! How did you stop him?"

"He said he'd burn the pictures if I posed for him with a model. I did. Then he wanted me. I was trying to refuse when his roommate came in. They had a big fight and I took off before the pictures were burned. Now I don't know what to think."

"Oh."

"I don't trust him."

Mr. Crocker rubbed his hand across his face while thinking. "You just want to get those pictures, huh?"

"Yeah, I sure do."

"Where's he keep them?"

"In his kitchen. That's his darkroom."

Humph. Neil, my boy, you're in a real heap of trouble if that bitch Felix decides to put the pressure on you. And I'm sure he will. I've seen the way he looks at you ... man, if I ever had a woman stare at me that way it would bring life back to parts of my body ... oh, never mind." Mr. Crocker shook the thought from his head. "We've got to find a way out of this for you.

"I don't know what to do. I've thought of everything I can."

"Just let me rest on it, Neil. No problem exists without a solution. Some need time to get worked out, some are easy. This one should be classified as a can of worms. But maybe I'll think of something ... ."

The old man nodded off to sleep and Neil stood. He didn't feel any better. The chances of Mr. Crocker figuring it out were slim. He was a nice old man but not too alert. Neil went back to the pump house and sat inside.

He was bothered by something else. Christine. He was pretty mean to her last night when she started to cry. But he was tired of her childish behavior, Still, he could have been more understanding. After all, she basically was still a child. She wasn't a woman yet ... like Helen.

He wished he could go to Helen and explain about Felix. Maybe she could think of something. But today was Sunday, her husband would be home. No, definitely not today.



Chapter 8

A ballcock is a toilet mechanism which controls the flow of water into the tank. Neil found a note from Mr. Walker in the pump house that afternoon. That's what Miss Bailey needed, a ballcock.

The ballcock was sitting in a small cardboard box next to the note. Neil found a wrench, some pliers, and assorted plumbing tools, picked up the ballcock, and headed for the apartment of Miss Bailey.

His mind really wasn't on his work. He had too many worries to be overly concerned with a broken toilet. But orders were orders, life must go on. He decided to get the job done as quickly as possible, then seek out Mr. Crocker to see if the old man had come up with a solution for him.

He had seen Miss Bailey before. Once he helped her cart several boxes up to her apartment. The boxes contained cosmetics. She was one of those door-to-door salesladies. She had even been to his home a few times to sell different lipsticks and stuff to his mother.

He liked her. She was a friendly, outgoing lady with the happiest smile he had ever seen. Her teeth were large, shining-white ivories of such flawless perfection they dazzled everyone. She usually wore her hair in some elaborate hairdo, always the "latest." Neil understood she had to present herself in such a fashionable manner to be successful at selling cosmetics.

He rang her bell.

"Hello, Neil," she said with a happy smile as the door opened. "Please come in."

"Hi, Miss Bailey, I'm here to fix your toilet," said Neil.

"Oh, you dear. I'm so glad. The blasted thing's been running all night ... driving me crazy. I hardly got any sleep." She led the way to the pink bathroom and pointed at the pesky porcelain john.

"I don't think it should take long," said Neil.

"Good," she answered. "As soon as it's fixed I'm going to take a nap. I was so tired today I quit early."

Neil lifted the cover off the toilet tank and peered down inside. A noisy trickle of water was flowing from the stem of the ballcock He reached in and twisted the brass mechanism. The water sprayed into the air like a fountain and soaked his shirt and face.

"Oh! My dear!" cried Miss Bailey.

"Darnit!" blurted Neil. "Now I'm all wet."

Before he could put up much of a protest Miss Bailey was insisting he take off the wet shirt and let her hang it in front of the heater. He really didn't think that was necessary, it was warm outside, there was no danger of getting a cold.

"Your mother would never forgive me if I were to let you go with a wet shirt. Even in this heat you can catch a cold, it's known to happen."

Neil gave her his shirt. This time he turned the water off before touching anything. The old ballcock was a little tight but finally came out. Neil reached into the box for the new one and heard Miss Bailey ask, "What is that thing called?"

"A ballcock," said Neil before realizing the name could carry additional meaning.

"Oh." She was silent.

Neil screwed the new one into place, made a few minor adjustments, then turned the water back on. He stood and watched the water fill the tank silently, like it should. When it was full he gave the toilet a test flush. It worked like new. He proudly turned to Miss Bailey.

"All done," he said.

"Oh, Neil, you're so handy." She smiled at him. "I'm so lost when it comes to anything like this ... I should learn, or get married. Then I'd have someone around to help me all the time."

She was standing close to Neil, peering into the toilet tank at the shiny brass fixture. Neil noticed she was wearing a sweet, flowery-smelling perfume. He sniffed, it was a very nice scent.

She noticed. With a smile and wink she faced him. "Do you like it? It's new. I'm such a child when I get my new line. I have to try everything before I can sell it. What do you think?"

She leaned closer to his bare chest and tilted her head to one side so he could sniff. Neil looked down at the soft, smooth line of her graceful neck below her apple-red hair. He lowered his face to within inches and sniffed. Deeply. The scent traveled inside him and made his cock head tingle. It smelled terrific.

"That's great!" he reported. "I really like that!"

She grabbed his arm. "Oh! That's wonderful. Now, come with me ... I'll show you what else I've got!"

She dragged him to her bedroom and hoisted her black sample case onto the bed. "I can give you a few samples for your mother ... or your girlfriend."

"That'd be great," said Neil. When she bent down he saw something even more exciting than the perfume. Her skirt went up high in the back to expose her legs. They were beautiful, well-rounded, smooth, strong. The view went all the way up to the husky bulge of her ass. Her cinnamon pantyhose gave everything a tasty, spicy aura.

She opened the case and Neil directed his attention to her cosmetics. "This is a sample of the perfume ... it's called 'Unleashed Lust."'

She handed Neil two small bottles with a grin. "One is for your mother, the other one for your girl You have a girl, don't you?"

"Well, not really," said Neil. "That is, not anymore."

"Oh?" Her eyes showed true concern. Then they brightened. "You're young, Neil. Others will come along."

"Yeah, I guess I can save the bottle until then."

She giggled and dug deeper into the samples. "Now, let's see what else we have here... ."

Miss Bailey's "Unleashed Lust" was working unleashed wonders on Neil. The sight of her legs and fanny plus the arousing scent were making his young cock stretch and lift. He would have pulled his shirt out to let it hang over the visible bulge, but it was gone. He was bare-chested.

"Oh!" she exclaimed. "Let's try this out!" Her teeth flashed happily as she opened a small jar of rouge and rubbed some on her neck. Her head tilted again and she moved in close to Neil. He bent down and sniffed. Not much of a scent. He sniffed again.

"No, silly!" she giggled. "Taste it! It's the latest thing!"

"Taste it?" asked Neil.

"Yes, give it a lick," she said. Her voice had grown husky, and she pushed in much tighter.

Neil felt her melonlike breast rub against his cheek as he softly brushed his tongue over the red area. He tasted cherries. Real cherries. He licked again. It was delicious, remarkable. He licked again.

She pushed him up and back. Her eyes were flashing with excitement. "What do you think?" she asked.

"Delicious," he said. He went for another taste.

She stopped him. 'Wait," she rubbed another rouge on the other side of her neck. "Try this one."

Her head tilted in the other direction and Neil once again brushed his tongue across her smooth, soft neck. Grapes. Real grapes. Not the seedless kind, the wine kind. He licked again, then brazenly gave the area an open-mouthed suck.

She pressed both breasts into him and moaned with pure pleasure. This time she didn't push him away, she let him eat the grapes until they were all gone. Her sighing moans filled his ears with a taste much more exciting than grapes, cherries, or anything else. His cock was at full erection, pounding, screaming to harvest this delicious morsel.

She moved away from him and brushed her hair away from her eyes. Neil could see she was shaken, just as aroused as he was. His impulse was to grab her and kiss, but he held back, he didn't want to do anything impulsive.

She reached into her case and took out a lipstick. He watched as she coated her full, pouting lips with the pink paint. She turned to him and smiled. The smile was different than any he had ever seen from her. The confidence and extreme friendliness were gone ... instead she showed a touch of fear, apprehension.

"Neil, would you wait in the living room for a couple of minutes? I want to try a few more things out on you but it'll be more objective if you don't see them first."

"Okay." Neil was willing. He went out and sat on the sofa.

More than ten minutes passed. His erection had mournfully receded back to limpness. He remembered he was in a hurry to find Mr. Crocker. The hopes of more fun with Miss Bailey dimmed, it now seemed silly, stupid. After all, she was a friend of his mother's, a grown woman in her thirties. She was too beautiful to be interested in a young guy like him.

When she called to him he stood and opened her bedroom door. The doubts all disappeared. She was on the bed, sitting, but in a negligee so sheer that nudity would have been more modest.

It was white, almost invisible white. He could see her crimson, large nipples clearly under the thin wisp of material. Her two breasts sat like grapefruits on her chest, her long, limber legs were stretched out, crossed in front of her.

She smiled. More confident. "This negligee is given to every customer who places an order of forty dollars or more," she said. "Do you like it?"

Neil nodded eagerly. She stood. The negligee hung over her body like a shadow. Then he saw she had nothing on under it. Nothing. Her crotch was like a glowing furnace, the bright red hair of her pussy trickled like flames from between her legs. Neil's cock was once again moved to action.

"I've put little surprises all over me," she said. "I want to see how many you can find and identify."

She stood there, smiling, beautiful, holding her arms open to him. Neil stumbled forward like a dumb-struck robot and immediately went for her neck. She chuckled and pressed herself in tight against him. Her arms circled his back and caressed softly while he licked. Strawberries on the right side of her neck, pomegranate on the left. Her humming moans started again.

He moved his head back and she pressed her pink-coated lips into his. He washed his tongue across her lips and into her sucking mouth. Watermelon. Seedless, sweet watermelon lipstick. Their tongues tangled together like the roots of an old tree. She sucked his drooling saliva inside and swallowed.

"You taste like youth," she said. She lowered herself to the bed and winked. "There's more ... but you have to find it."

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."

"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.



Chapter 8

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.

Neil dropped the clothes on the floor and lay down beside her.

"I'm ready," she said. Her voice shook only slightly.

Neil put his hand on her breast and squeezed. His mouth went to the other one. She courageously reached down and circled his erect pecker with her fingers: He felt her steady stroke bring heat and tension into his column of muscle and flesh.

"Oh, Neil!" she cried. Her arm circled his neck and pulled him close, tight, her soft body melted against his. "I want you so bad! Now! Just put it in me now, please ... while I want it so bad... ."

Her legs opened to a wide invitation. The pubic hair rode high, her pink snatch lifted and glistened with her own wetness. The flawless, smooth flesh of her inner thighs framed her cunt and the buns below with a creamy vee that led to only one place. Her in-sides, her dripping, begging insides.

Neil rolled on top of her and felt the fuzzy touch of her cunt hair. She tried to relax but couldn't. Her gasping breath was making her whole body tremble and shake with hot anticipation. Neil knew what to do. He damped his mouth over her ear, her so-sensitive ear.

Like the greatest surf a surfer ever witnessed, her body started to make waves. From her neck to her toes she was lifting, falling, washing, rising. It was a steady, consistent roll that Neil matched with his hips. His cock edged over the rim of her cunt hair and down until it brushed along the length of her gash.

He could feel her wetness coating his cock head, greasing it for the entry. Instead of applying any pressure he just waited out a rise of her hips. Without lifting himself she came up to meet him. His cock bead mushed into the now-red lips.

She lowered. So did Neil. She lifted again and felt the greater presence of his shaft. But she didn't resist or hold back. His cock head wedged inside her tight, squeaking-fresh pussy lips.

"Ummmmmmm," she hummed. She was enjoying it.

Now Neil let his full weight press her down on the bed and hold her there. He pushed inward and felt the incredible resistance of her virgin hole. She began to whimper, to feel the first stabs of pain. He closed his ears to her cries and pressed deeper.

"Oh!" She swallowed her cry and lifted into him as best she could.

Neil shoved harder, deeper. His cock head felt the wall of unbroken tissue. She sucked air through her teeth as he paused. Then he plunged. His cock crashed down the wall and opened her cunt wide as it slid deeper and deeper. He kept a steady movement.

She didn't beg for him to stop. She opened her legs as wide as humanly possible and accepted his whole cock.., pain and all. He could see the stinging agony in her eyes but her mouth stayed tightly closed. She took his cock bravely, with courage and no hesitation ... like a woman.

He withdrew almost all the way and felt her flesh grab tight around his cock head. She sighed, smiled, her eyes opened and beamed.

"We did it," she sighed.

He moved in again, deep, completely. She took it, gasped slightly, grinned, and relaxed. As he pumped slowly she became accustomed to his filling rod, she began to respond to it instead of in spite of it. Soon her hips were lifting to meet his drives, then the rolling motion of her body returned. She closed her eyes again and increased her speed.

Neil never felt a cunt so tight in all his days of fucking. Her box was grabbing, sucking at every bit of his fire-hot cock. Each stroke was like entering a mass of soft jelly which collapsed around him. Then he felt her body start to jerk, rock, shake.

"Oh! Oh! Neil!" she cried.

Her hips blasted up into him with eager fury. She swayed and trembled, her mouth opened wide as she sucked for air. He felt the walls of her cunt grappling, pounding furiously all around his deeply inbedded pecker. Her climax vibrated down her thighs as they kicked on each side of his hips.

From that point on nothing stopped her -- pain, fullness, nothing. She was a converted lover of cock. Her body rocked under him in every conceivable way to accept more and more pecker. She brought her legs up high and wide as he tugged up on her ass to plaster his hips on hers and send his cock to the deepest point yet.

The pain she suffered only aroused her more. She bit his shoulder, tears streamed from her eyes, she whipped her head from side to side and lashed his face with her long hair. Her eyes showed the total enjoyment of having herself stuffed with long, stiff cock. Neil pumped faster, harder. She responded faster, harder. Even though her coordination was unpracticed she managed to keep up with him. Her second orgasm hit as he was pushing her legs back far enough to lift her cunt high and open. His rod was pounding straight down, deep, far inside her delicate, swimming hole.

She bounced under him with total abandon, complete loss of inhibition. She was cunt, all cunt, and he was cock, all cock.

Perspiration was dripping from Neil's forehead. He was pretty well drained due to the last session with Miss Bailey, but he knew he could make it. His pecker felt numb, hard, insensitive, but her eager, thrilled reception of his cock was turning him on.

"Oh, Neil, I never knew it would feel so good. It feels ... so great!" she moaned.

He dropped his meat deep inside her and she twisted to the side. As he lifted out she rolled to the other side. His thick cock head was scraping along each juicy wall of her ecstatic cunt. Her orgasms had evolved to a constant series of trembles and puckers in her slit. She was climaxing around each stroke.

He felt the length of his cock quiver. Like a divining rod, his pecker let him know the time was near. He slowed his strokes and concentrated on the kiss of her pussy with each entry. His balls let go. He felt the stream of semen pump along his shaft, then spew her virgin territory with the first plastering fever.

She felt it too. Her complete hole collapsed tight around his pumping cock to hold him inside, to never let the gushing hose free. They merged in mutual orgasms as his cock spilled on her crying walls.

They collapsed in each other's arms and lay very still as his cock slowly edged out, shrank away, rested for the second course.

It came in two hours. They slept again. Then Neil remembered doing it again in the darkness with warm bodies. It was a slow, relaxed screwing with minor climaxes but great satisfaction. They slept again.

When he woke up he was startled by the dim light coming through the bedroom window. It was morning! He had completely forgotten where he was. Christine was sleeping soundly next to him, this was her apartment ... no, her parents! Neil slid from the bed and quickly dressed. He had no way of knowing if her parents were home or not

What did she say? A party. They went to a party. They had to be home by now. It's Monday, a working day. Her father would have to go to the office today. He heard the alarm go off in the next room. Then voices. His chance for a quick exit out the door was dead. Next they'd be coming in here to wake Christine for school!

He went to the window and slid it open. It lead out to the patio. Neil stealthily stepped from a chair to the window and let himself down. As he slid the window shut he saw Christine's bedroom door opening and her mother, yawn and all, coming in to wake her. Neil ducked.

He crawled across the patio. Her parents' bedroom window also looked out on the patio but he heard running water in the shower. It had to be her father. He reached up, unlatched the gate, and literally flowed out of the patio to the freedom of the fresh morning air.

He rubbed his eyes and decided to get himself home fast. He would have to cover his absence for the night with some kind of story. Or maybe his missing body wasn't noticed. Neil's furtive thinking came to an abrupt halt as he rounded the building and started down the driveway.

A tremendously large moving van blocked his path. Three burly men were loading a sofa into the back. A familiar sofa which brought remembrances of a model named Sherry. That was the sofa. Felix's sofa.

Then Felix saw him. "You sneaky thief! You filthy creature!" the red-faced photographer screeched at him.

"Huh?" Neil stepped back but Felix kept coming, crying, cursing, whining.

"Why? Why did you do such a horrible thing to me? I'll get even with you! Remember that, you thief!"

"What?" asked Neil. "What did I do?"

"Oh, don't give me that innocent crap!" hissed Felix. "You burglar! You bastard!"

"What is going on?"

Neil's question went unanswered. Helen's apartment door opened and the massive, muscular bulk of her husband came into the picture. Felix took one look and started to shake. The man's eyes were like burning coals as they ripped a violent stare at the quaking photographer.

"Get out of my sight, you fucking pervert!" her husband bellowed. Neil saw Helen watching from behind her angry, red-faced hubby.

"You can't call me that!" protested Felix.

"The hell I can't, you faggot! I can also smash your face to hamburger! Now get out of my sight!"

Felix ran around the side of the van and tried to hide. The movers were watching the scene and laughing. Finally the husband turned to Helen, kissed her goodbye, and started for his car. On impulse he stopped and yelled once more at the hiding photographer.

"You better be out of this place by the time I get back from work! Or I'll see that you leave in an ambulance!"

The man started his car and drove off. Neil scratched his head and wondered what had happened. That's when Helen said her piece.

"I want the rest of them, Neil," she said.

"He turned. "The rest of what?"

"The pictures! Now don't play dumb with me. I know Felix doesn't have them, you must have them. And I want them now!"

"I don't have them!" Neil cried.

"Don't lie to me! I've been good to you, Neil. You can at least treat me fair!" Her temper was rising, her cheeks flushed.

"But ... "

"Get them, Neil. If my husband sees another picture of me sunbathing nude he'll not only kill me, he'll kill whoever has it."

"But Felix had them. I tried to get them from him but he finally asked too much ... I just couldn't go through with it," said Neil.

The face of Helen was getting angrier by the minute. "Then who has them?"

Neil shrugged. "I don't know. I didn't even know they were missing."

"My husband searched Felix's whole apartment for them and found nothing. Felix was screaming they were stolen. And I just heard him accuse you of doing it. You're very lucky he didn't tell my husband that," she said.

"I don't get it. How did your husband find out?"

"Somebody, probably you, left one in my mailbox. My husband found it last night and could tell by the angle that Felix had to have taken it from his yard."

"Oh."

"It was one of me sunbathing."

"Just that?" Neil asked.

"Yes. Isn't that enough?" she asked back.

Neil wiped his sweaty forehead. "There are others. Ones of you and me that day."

Helen's face went pale. Her mouth fell open. She knew what would happen if her husband saw one of those. "You mean Felix took pictures of that too?"
Neil nodded. "I was trying to get them from him. He was blackmailing me."

"Oh, God! We've got to find them!" She was shaking.

"But where are they?"

"I don't know! Find them, Neil! Please ... " Tears were now streaming down her face. Felix popped his head out his apartment door to see if the coast was clear. Helen saw him and screeched, "You bastard! You slimy creep! If I get my hands on you I'll wring your skinny neck!"

Felix disappeared like a frightened rabbit. Neil took the opportunity to make his getaway too. He rounded the building and headed across the pool area. It was getting late, he had to get to school

"Hello, Neil," said Mr. Crocker.

"Hello, Mr. Crocker." Neil kept walking. Mr. Crocker! He spun around. "Mr. Crocker! Where have you been?"

"Oh, here and there," said the old man. His dark glasses obscured the twinkle in his eyes but his grin was evident. "Beautiful morning, isn't it?"

"I've been looking for you since yesterday!" Neil pointed in the direction of Felix's apartment "Do you know what's happening?"

"Heh heh-heh! Oh, you bet I do!" laughed Mr. Crocker. "You really missed a great scene last night when her husband found the photograph and went after Felix! Ha ha ha! I haven't seen anything so comical in a long time."

"But now I've had it. I'm as good as dead," said Neil.

"Oh?"

"Sure. Somebody has those pictures. The ones of me and Helen ... and I guess the ones of me and the model. If they ever- get to her husband I'll get more than he gave to Felix, that's for sure," said Neil.

"True, true. I do think that husband wouldn't like to see those pictures. He'd most likely do some killing, the crime-of-passion type," said Mr. Crocker. His smile didn't fade.

"Now I don't know what to do. Somebody has me over a barrel." Neil sat next to Mr. Crocker, the full impact of his situation was finally sinking in.
Mr. Crocker reached out and patted Neil's shoulder. "Oh, things aren't that bad, my boy. You know, they could be a lot worse."

"Oh. How?"

“Well, those pictures could be in the hands of someone who didn't like you. But they're not."

"They're not? You know who has them?" Neil stood. He waited excitedly for the old man's reply.

'Yep. I have 'em," said Mr. Crocker. His grin moved even wider. Pride showed all over his wrinkled face.

"You do? How did you get them?"

"Heh! Remember when Felix went after you in the pumphouse? When you gave him the type of hosing he didn't have in mind?"

"Yeah."

“Well, he was so hot to corner you he left his apartment wide open. I happened to notice. Heh heh-heh!"

"You took them?"

"Shhhhh ... " Mr. Crocker held a gnarled finger up to his lips. Don't want everybody to know I'm a sneak thief. It sure was fun, though, most excitement I've had in a long time."

“I can't believe it."

Then Mr. Crocker's expression changed to seriousness. "Nice pictures ... very nice. They bring back so many wonderful memories. Why, I remember when I ..."

"Mr. Crocker?" asked Neil. "Are you going to blackmail me?"

The grin came back. "Never, my boy. Never. But I sure would like one of them as a memento. What do you think?"

"Sure. I know it'll be safe with you."

"Good. Now, I've hidden them in the pump house. Let's have a look!"

When Mr. Crocker dug the photos out from under the boxes of pool chlorine and handed them to Neil a tremendous sense of relief flooded him. Mr. Crocker chose a picture showing Neil furiously pumping into Helen's body. Both faces were obscured, it was the safest selection.

Before Neil could burn the photos he decided, to show Helen. He wanted her to see him with the model so she'd know what he went through to get the ones of her from Felix.

When he got to her door she was still angry. But after explaining how a trusted "friend" took it on himself to swipe the photos, she cooled down."

"But how did that one get in the mailbox?" she asked.

"Oh. My friend did that."

"Why?"

"Because he knew what would happen. He knew your husband would be furious and take care of Felix once and for all. It worked, too."

She laughed. "I'll say it did. He nearly killed that limp-wristed creep."

"And now that we have these pictures and the negatives, we're safe," said Neil.

She looked at the photographs one by one. Her face was serious, intent. She studied them slowly, thoroughly. When she got to the pictures of Neil and Sherry her eyebrows furrowed. "Who's this?" she asked.

"Oh, that's Sherry. Felix told me he'd burn all these other ones if I posed for these. Then he double-crossed me. He wanted to have sex with me... ."

"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."



The End
