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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."