"Tease Them With Ease" - читать интересную книгу автора (Leggs Seymour)

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."