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

Chapter 6

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No!" Neil answered firmly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There's someone here," said Neil

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

"George… "he mumbled. His hold on Neil suddenly went slack and disappeared. Neil stepped free, grabbed his pants, and quickly tugged them on.

"You shit! You cheating, lying, double-timing shit!" George was screeching.

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

"I understand!" bellowed George. "While I'm at work trying to provide for the both of us, you're here at home sucking the cocks of mere boys! You slut!"

Felix was in tears, he cowed before George. "Please… George… I've never done it before. I didn't even do it this time… "

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Gee, Mrs. Walker, I don't know…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, ma am."

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

Neil tried to smile at her without looking.

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

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

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

"Gosh, ma'am, it's hard to say…"

She squeezed his arm. "Try."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Call me Rose," she interrupted.

"Yes, Rose. But you see… "

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

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

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

"But – "

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

"But, Rose…"

"Of course, now it's no longer a secret, is it, Neil. You took the initiative and expressed your desires. It's up to me to give you an answer… to tell you if you've won me or not."

Neil kept his mouth shut. He stared into the shining eyes of Mrs. Walker and couldn't believe his ears. She leaned close enough to kiss him and said, "You win. I'm yours."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The beauty of her ass shone in his face. The sleekness of her legs and the bobbling tits all served to help him get hotter and hotter. But Rose had another climax before he was anywhere near joining her. Her ass flexed and she pounded her fist on the floor as this one cracked through her.

"Oh! Neil! You feel so fantastic! You're making me so happy! Anytime! Anytime you want me! I'm yours!"

All Neil really wanted was to go. He knew he'd be in real hot water if Mr. Walker happened to walk in. He didn't like the conditions and knew it was affecting his ability to climax. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the hot hug of her squirming pussy as it rubbed his meat all over. As it cried juices on his pecker. As it tried to suck him so far inside he'd never find his way out.

He reached down to her ass and squeezed the buns. They were solid, meaty. He spread them apart and touched her asshole. She tensed. He felt the squeeze of her cunt on his cock even more. He kept rubbing her asshole and she kept reacting with tension.

Then Neil pressed his finger inside the unwilling hole and heard her gasp.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm going to put my finger up your ass," said Neil as matter-of-factly as he could.

"But…"

He shoved his finger up her ass until it was totally buried. She squirmed, twisted, tried to pull away from his finger without losing his cock. She couldn't. He pumped the finger rapidly in and out.

"Please… Neil… I don't…"

She climaxed again. Without knowing it was coming, she suddenly gasped, shuddered, moaned, and shook. Her body bolted down hard on his finger and cock for as much of the wonderful fill as she could take.

Now Neil felt it. His cock was rejuvenated, finally responding with the signals of ecstasy. He slammed his burning meat deep and hard inside her wiggling box. She was still gulping for air as his ass blurred with unhampered speed. His cock was like a well-oiled piston as it rumbled without pause in and out of the juice-sloshing pit of joy.

She was working with him, anxiously coming against each of his unending stabs inside her cunt and up her ass. He twirled the finger until her asshole relaxed totally and yawned its wrinkled rim wide open. He could see right up her anus as his cock scorched her cunt walls with persistent friction and fire.

"Please… Neil… please come! Do it soon! I can't take much more!" she pleaded.

He didn't even hear her. His mind was racing as fast as his cock, his mouth was dry, his eyes strung, his hack was crying with pain… but he kept pumping. Long, deep thrusts in and out, in and out, in and out. Frothy juices drooled from her box and leaked across her thigh and ass.

Finally he felt the build-up. It was a low-key rise of sweltering heat from his balls along the vessel of his rod which terminated at the flared head. With short, spastic jerks his hips went out of control, his breathing stopped, his cock emitted the spray of his ecstatic guts. Instantly his cream gushed from the lips of her stuffed pussy to follow the streaked path of her former spills.

Mrs. Walker sighed with gratitude when he finally pumped himself empty. She collapsed, relaxed, let her legs untangle from his, and rolled beaten to her back. She took long, slow breaths of air with her eyes closed, her body motionless, her mouth open.

Neil watched her cunt as the rest of his sperm oozed out and dripped onto the white fur rug. He pulled himself to his knees and drawled for his clothes. He had never felt so drained in his life, even after an all-out race in the pool he'd never felt so wiped out.