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Chapter 7

Neil and Christine went to another movie on Saturday night. This was a walk-in. One of those cops-and-robbers auto-chase thrillers. They held hands, ate popcorn, and shared a Coke. Neil considered taking her straight home after the movie let out, because he was still bushed. But out of courtesy and an unwillingness to explain, he decided a half hour or so of parking wouldn't be too exhausting.

They found a dark, shaded area on the edge of a park and lost little time getting to the first kiss. It was a soft, not too passionate meeting of lips. But Christine's arms warmly wrapped around his shoulders and Neil felt the familiar surge of heated blood in his cock. The worm started to lift and grow.

He hugged her tight and felt her body twist slightly against him. She smelled sweet, clean, her gold hair brushed softly against his cheek. Their tongues lashed together like wrestling snakes and he engulfed her in his arms. Her eager, soft breasts squashed against him.

The feel of her pliant tits broke down any resistance Neil might have had. His pulse quickened and his hands began to roam. Her breath was rasping in his- ear, she was hot, quickly turned on. He slid his tongue from her mouth and moved it to her ear.

Her hips jerked, she sucked for air, her body went limp and started to fall back, He followed and pressed her down on the auto seat. The bulging tits flattened against his heaving chest.

When his hand reached her pancaked breast she made a low, guttural moan but didn't try to physically resist. He squeezed the tissue and worked upward on the piled lump. As his fingers pressed into the rubbery peak of her nipple she made a token twist to free herself.

Neil immediately sat up. Christine lay on the seat all alone.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"You wanted me to stop, so I did," said Neil.

"But… but I was just trying to keep you from…"

She fell silent. "From what?" he asked.

"You know," she quietly answered.

"Yeah, I know. You didn't want me touching you where you like it best. So I stopped. Isn't that what you wanted?"

She was silent for a long time before answering, "In a way that's what I wanted. But I don't want you to stop everything."

"Why should I get myself all worked up? Why should I get you all worked up?"

"Neil…" She held her arms out to him.

He faced her. "Take off your blouse, Christine."

She was shocked by his open request. She sat up and stared in the other direction.

He snickered and started the car. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Taking you home. You want to tease and play your way only. You don't give a damn about what I want."

"Turn the car off," she said.

Slowly, with shaking fingers, she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. In the darkness Neil was struck by the pure whiteness of her bra. By the enormity of the load it held so high, so proud, so firmly. She stared down at the floor and didn't move.

Neither did Neil. "Now the bra," he ordered.

A tear trickled down her smooth cheek She sniffed and remained motionless.

"Just your bra," Neil said. "Nothing else."

Like a whipped child she reached behind her and unsnapped the bulging bra. With slow movements she cradled her breasts in her arms while removing the halter. At last she uncovered the gelatinous mounds and dropped the bra onto the seat.

Neil put his arms around her and kissed her tear streaked face until she kissed back. Her passion was much greater than before. A nervousness, an anxiety, had crept into her kissing and hugging. She had to realize that the breasts were now his to touch, to caress, to play with. She had given him the rights to her tits.

But Neil took his time exercising those rights. He was enjoying the feel of her bare breasts against him. Before moving a hand to them he unbuttoned and removed his own shirt. Then he lay on top of her and felt the heat of her nipples against his bare body.

She was breathing harder than ever before. His bare arms and chest served to excite her more than anything yet. He started at her neck with tiny, biting kisses and moved bite by bite lower and lower.

She was heaving her chest in the air by the time his lips circled her tight nipples. He went from one to the other, brought his hands into play, squeezed the giant mounds together and kissed between them. Her hips were swinging with abandon against his stiff cock. She was working her hot cunt along his bulging hardness, masturbating, dry-fucking.

He bit down hard on one nipple until her thighs went apart and he was encased between her legs. Her miniskirt was pushed up to her hips, she was grinding against him with greater and greater passion.

He took each tit in his hand and squeezed. His lips wetly kissed the underside of each one before moving down along her ribs to the flat plateau of her belly. He kissed the trembling flesh and felt her cunt pounding hard against him. He sucked at her sugary navel until her stomach muscles started to rumble out of control.

Then he moved lower, to the waistband of her skirt. She bucked up and his face, was engulfed with warm stomach. She was grinding her cunt against his chest, her legs spread wide apart, her juicy pussy bulging out to feel the wonderful pressure of any part of him.

She climaxed. With a shrill moan her legs wrapped around his back, she arched up, her cunt slammed hard against his chest, then moved to the solidness of his shoulder. She lost all control, her tits flopped back and forth, her stomach jumped and trembled, she rolled from side to side in released ecstasy.

Neil took the golden opportunity to reach under her and feel the full compactness of her grinding rump. She was wearing satin panties which slid easily on his hand as they felt the wash of her clamped buns jerking back and forth, up and down.

He managed to work his hand up to her crotch and massage the mound of her climaxing cunt as she swung freely in her heat. Her legs opened up and welcomed the delicious probe, the terrific pressure, the pleasure-giving palm.

He was about ready to pull her undies away and kiss her overflowing hole when she realized what was happening. Suddenly she knew he was in control, had her in a position from which she would never be able to refuse him.

"No, Neil! Please!" she cried.

He kept working his palm against the slick tissue under the satin, kept working at her willing box. But her unwilling spirit forced her legs together and she rolled until his hand slipped free of her thighs. She lay on her side, still breathing heavily, barely able to resist his joyous hand.

Neil lay behind her and pressed his moaning cock into the fullness of her rump. Her skirt was high on her waist and the roundness of her panty-covered buns shone with invitation in the shadowed light. She stiffened as his pecker snuggled between the buns as best it could.

Christine decided to allow him that. It was better, or safer, than what he was doing before. She held still, let his hands roam over her body to cup a breast, stroke her waist, calm her down.

Then she heard the zipper going down. In panic she made sure her legs were clamped tight together. But he didn't do anything, so she waited. Then she felt the fire-hot shaft settle comfortably against her shaking buns. Then it slid between to be hugged by the heavy, warm flesh.

"Neil, what are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm trying to get as much pleasure Out of this as you are.

She kept her mouth shut. He grabbed her hand and pulled it behind her. She tried to pull it away but he held tight. Then she touched it. Actually felt it. Felt the sleek, taut skin of his cock as he brushed her hand along it. She tried again to pull away but it only caused her legs to open and he moved his pecker between.

His cock head was right up against her cunt. Touching. Getting her plentiful juice as it strained through her panties all over its fire-hot cap. She wanted to jump up but was afraid to move.

"Christine…" he whispered.

"Please, Neil, I don't want to go that far…" she said with a trembling voice.

Listen to me, Christine. I won't put it in you. All I want is for you to touch it, see that it won't hurt you. And, I want to touch you… that's all."

She was quiet then. "Is that all?"

"Yes."

"Promise?"

"Yes."

"Okay, then get it away from there… please."

Neil rolled onto his back. His cock slipped free of the comfort of her clasped thighs and drooling box. He waited while she moved onto her back beside him. She kept her hands at her side.

He reached over and patted her stomach, soothed the soft flesh, slowly worked down to the pile of pubic hair pushing up against her Wet panties. Then he moved back and slipped his hand under the elastic waistband. She held her breath while his fingers stroked through the hair and down over the mound of fatty tissue to the delicate lips of her tingling, burning slit.

His fingers moved softly, slowly along the lips, driving them into spasms of unknown delight. Then it moved between, dug into the hole, pressed into the sleek flesh of her sweltering insides.

His other hand took hers and brought it back to his lonesome, pounding cock. She had never felt anything so curious in her life. Up until now she had only seen pictures of men's cocks. Now she actually had her hand lying on one of the odd things.

His hair tickled her waist, the tightness of the soft-skinned pole amazed her. Her fingers moved and she realized just how hard and stiff it was. Then she felt the spongy head, the rim of his glans, the deep crease running up to the small hole on top. The thing was like nothing she had ever felt before.

She lifted her head to see it. To gaze at this strange organ. It was magnificent. Even in the darkness she could make out the details, the bulging vein running from bottom to top, the patterned flesh, the slight bow and the funny sack of loose skin drooping down between his legs. She finally wrapped her hand around his cock to feel the thickness, the throbbing heat.

She suddenly realized that her mouth was watering. A strong desire to crawl down and kiss the spade like head of his beautiful cock made her gasp with fear. She lay back and refused to look, but her hand kept stroking up and down the fleshy spike.

Neil's finger was far inside her box, twirling, digging the dripping folds of skin into a second orgasm. Christine had been too preoccupied with his cock to notice that her body was on the verge of another jolting climax. It took her by complete surprise.

She lifted her hips high in the air and spread her legs to allow him plenty of room to work. Her hand clamped tight on his handle like cock as her liquids spewed out of her hole as if it was a broken water balloon. She never felt so great, so worldly, so experienced in her whole life. She knew she was falling in love with him.

Neil wanted to jump on her and shove his throbbing meat right up her trembling hole. Ram it in there so fast and so deep that she couldn't stop him. Fill her virgin cunt with his cock and fuck her until she cried for mercy. But he didn't. He didn't know why, but he didn't.

Her little hand was whipping rapidly up and down his cock as her body settled back to a semblance of control. He rolled his head down to her tits and enjoyed sucking them as the pressure in his guts started to build, started to signal that soon he would get some satisfaction from her. His mind was whirring, he didn't know why he was even bothering with her. She was beautiful, breathtaking, he had always been hot for her, but she was putting him through a hell of a lot of playing around to get something he had no shortage of.

Shit, he thought to himself. I can have my choice of several really great women. Real women. Women who aren't afraid to hick. Women who really dig me and are willing to teach me a lot. What am I doing here with this kid?

That was it, he figured. Christine was a kid. He had fucked women. There was a great difference between the two, and he knew what he preferred. He felt like a fool, a stupid kid willing to go through the pains of torture just to put his cock into some inexperienced cunt. Even if it was the nicest, tightest cunt he had ever felt.

His cock trembled with anticipation and he quit thinking. The throbbing pleasure of sperm pumping along his pecker was too much to allow anything but enjoyment. He took a deep breath and felt the first cream shoot from the cock Christine was stroking.

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

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

"Oh, for Christ's sake… "

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's that guy Felix. The photographer who lives next door to Helen."

"I know who you mean." Mr. Crocker chuckled. "I've been keeping an old, bleary eye on him."

"Did you know he was the one who took my picture? The one that got in the papers?"

Crocker nodded. "Yep."

"Well, he took more shots than that"

"Oh yeah?" Mr. Crocker was amused, much to Neil's discomfort.

"Yeah. You see, Helen and I… well, we… uh, she was real grateful to me for saving her daughter. We got carried away with the thanks in her patio…"

"You nailed her in the patio, huh?"

Mr. Crocker was sitting up straight, he had his head cocked toward Neil. "Go on… this is getting good."

"Well, Felix was peeking through the fence and took a lot of pictures of me and Helen… "

"Did you see them?"

Neil nodded. "I'll say I did. He must have a dozen of me and her. He's got a lot of her sunbathing in the nude, too."

“Well, the little creep," said Mr. Crocker. "I never would have thought he liked the female anatomy."

"He threatened to give one of me and, her to her husband. You've seen her husband, haven't you?"

Mr. Crocker let out a guffaw that grated on Neil's nerves. "Oh? Hah! That monster would smash every bone in your young body! How did you stop him?"

"He said he'd burn the pictures if I posed for him with a model. I did. Then he wanted me. I was trying to refuse when his roommate came in. They had a big fight and I took off before the pictures were burned. Now I don't know what to think."

"Oh."

"I don't trust him."

Mr. Crocker rubbed his hand across his face while thinking. "You just want to get those pictures, huh?"

"Yeah, I sure do."

"Where's he keep them?"

"In his kitchen. That's his darkroom."

Humph. Neil, my boy, you're in a real heap of trouble if that bitch Felix decides to put the pressure on you. And I'm sure he will. I've seen the way he looks at you… man, if I ever had a woman stare at me that way it would bring life back to parts of my body… oh, never mind." Mr. Crocker shook the thought from his head. "We've got to find a way out of this for you.

"I don't know what to do. I've thought of everything I can."

"Just let me rest on it, Neil. No problem exists without a solution. Some need time to get worked out, some are easy. This one should be classified as a can of worms. But maybe I'll think of something…"

The old man nodded off to sleep and Neil stood. He didn't feel any better. The chances of Mr. Crocker figuring it out were slim. He was a nice old man but not too alert. Neil went back to the pump house and sat inside.

He was bothered by something else. Christine. He was pretty mean to her last night when she started to cry. But he was tired of her childish behavior, Still, he could have been more understanding. After all, she basically was still a child. She wasn't a woman yet… like Helen.

He wished he could go to Helen and explain about Felix. Maybe she could think of something. But today was Sunday, her husband would be home. No, definitely not today.