Seymour Leggs
Tease Them With Ease

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.