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Chapter 8

A ballcock is a toilet mechanism which controls the flow of water into the tank. Neil found a note from Mr. Walker in the pump house that afternoon. That's what Miss Bailey needed, a ballcock.

The ballcock was sitting in a small cardboard box next to the note. Neil found a wrench, some pliers, and assorted plumbing tools, picked up the ballcock, and headed for the apartment of Miss Bailey.

His mind really wasn't on his work. He had too many worries to be overly concerned with a broken toilet. But orders were orders, life must go on. He decided to get the job done as quickly as possible, then seek out Mr. Crocker to see if the old man had come up with a solution for him.

He had seen Miss Bailey before. Once he helped her cart several boxes up to her apartment. The boxes contained cosmetics. She was one of those door-to-door salesladies. She had even been to his home a few times to sell different lipsticks and stuff to his mother.

He liked her. She was a friendly, outgoing lady with the happiest smile he had ever seen. Her teeth were large, shining-white ivories of such flawless perfection they dazzled everyone. She usually wore her hair in some elaborate hairdo, always the "latest." Neil understood she had to present herself in such a fashionable manner to be successful at selling cosmetics.

He rang her bell.

"Hello, Neil," she said with a happy smile as the door opened. "Please come in."

"Hi, Miss Bailey, I'm here to fix your toilet," said Neil.

"Oh, you dear. I'm so glad. The blasted thing's been running all night… driving me crazy. I hardly got any sleep." She led the way to the pink bathroom and pointed at the pesky porcelain john.

"I don't think it should take long," said Neil.

"Good," she answered. "As soon as it's fixed I'm going to take a nap. I was so tired today I quit early."

Neil lifted the cover off the toilet tank and peered down inside. A noisy trickle of water was flowing from the stem of the ballcock He reached in and twisted the brass mechanism. The water sprayed into the air like a fountain and soaked his shirt and face.

"Oh! My dear!" cried Miss Bailey.

"Darnit!" blurted Neil. "Now I'm all wet."

Before he could put up much of a protest Miss Bailey was insisting he take off the wet shirt and let her hang it in front of the heater. He really didn't think that was necessary, it was warm outside, there was no danger of getting a cold.

"Your mother would never forgive me if I were to let you go with a wet shirt. Even in this heat you can catch a cold, it's known to happen."

Neil gave her his shirt. This time he turned the water off before touching anything. The old ballcock was a little tight but finally came out. Neil reached into the box for the new one and heard Miss Bailey ask, "What is that thing called?"

"A ballcock," said Neil before realizing the name could carry additional meaning.

"Oh." She was silent.

Neil screwed the new one into place, made a few minor adjustments, then turned the water back on. He stood and watched the water fill the tank silently, like it should. When it was full he gave the toilet a test flush. It worked like new. He proudly turned to Miss Bailey.

"All done," he said.

"Oh, Neil, you're so handy." She smiled at him. "I'm so lost when it comes to anything like this… I should learn, or get married. Then I'd have someone around to help me all the time."

She was standing close to Neil, peering into the toilet tank at the shiny brass fixture. Neil noticed she was wearing a sweet, flowery-smelling perfume. He sniffed, it was a very nice scent.

She noticed. With a smile and wink she faced him. "Do you like it? It's new. I'm such a child when I get my new line. I have to try everything before I can sell it. What do you think?"

She leaned closer to his bare chest and tilted her head to one side so he could sniff. Neil looked down at the soft, smooth line of her graceful neck below her apple-red hair. He lowered his face to within inches and sniffed. Deeply. The scent traveled inside him and made his cock head tingle. It smelled terrific.

"That's great!" he reported. "I really like that!"

She grabbed his arm. "Oh! That's wonderful. Now, come with me… I'll show you what else I've got!"

She dragged him to her bedroom and hoisted her black sample case onto the bed. "I can give you a few samples for your mother… or your girlfriend."

"That'd be great," said Neil. When she bent down he saw something even more exciting than the perfume. Her skirt went up high in the back to expose her legs. They were beautiful, well-rounded, smooth, strong. The view went all the way up to the husky bulge of her ass. Her cinnamon pantyhose gave everything a tasty, spicy aura.

She opened the case and Neil directed his attention to her cosmetics. "This is a sample of the perfume… it's called 'Unleashed Lust."'

She handed Neil two small bottles with a grin. "One is for your mother, the other one for your girl You have a girl, don't you?"

"Well, not really," said Neil. "That is, not anymore."

"Oh?" Her eyes showed true concern. Then they brightened. "You're young, Neil. Others will come along."

"Yeah, I guess I can save the bottle until then."

She giggled and dug deeper into the samples. "Now, let's see what else we have here…"

Miss Bailey's "Unleashed Lust" was working unleashed wonders on Neil. The sight of her legs and fanny plus the arousing scent were making his young cock stretch and lift. He would have pulled his shirt out to let it hang over the visible bulge, but it was gone. He was bare-chested.

"Oh!" she exclaimed. "Let's try this out!" Her teeth flashed happily as she opened a small jar of rouge and rubbed some on her neck. Her head tilted again and she moved in close to Neil. He bent down and sniffed. Not much of a scent. He sniffed again.

"No, silly!" she giggled. "Taste it! It's the latest thing!"

"Taste it?" asked Neil.

"Yes, give it a lick," she said. Her voice had grown husky, and she pushed in much tighter.

Neil felt her melonlike breast rub against his cheek as he softly brushed his tongue over the red area. He tasted cherries. Real cherries. He licked again. It was delicious, remarkable. He licked again.

She pushed him up and back. Her eyes were flashing with excitement. "What do you think?" she asked.

"Delicious," he said. He went for another taste.

She stopped him. 'Wait," she rubbed another rouge on the other side of her neck. "Try this one."

Her head tilted in the other direction and Neil once again brushed his tongue across her smooth, soft neck. Grapes. Real grapes. Not the seedless kind, the wine kind. He licked again, then brazenly gave the area an open-mouthed suck.

She pressed both breasts into him and moaned with pure pleasure. This time she didn't push him away, she let him eat the grapes until they were all gone. Her sighing moans filled his ears with a taste much more exciting than grapes, cherries, or anything else. His cock was at full erection, pounding, screaming to harvest this delicious morsel.

She moved away from him and brushed her hair away from her eyes. Neil could see she was shaken, just as aroused as he was. His impulse was to grab her and kiss, but he held back, he didn't want to do anything impulsive.

She reached into her case and took out a lipstick. He watched as she coated her full, pouting lips with the pink paint. She turned to him and smiled. The smile was different than any he had ever seen from her. The confidence and extreme friendliness were gone… instead she showed a touch of fear, apprehension.

"Neil, would you wait in the living room for a couple of minutes? I want to try a few more things out on you but it'll be more objective if you don't see them first."

"Okay." Neil was willing. He went out and sat on the sofa.

More than ten minutes passed. His erection had mournfully receded back to limpness. He remembered he was in a hurry to find Mr. Crocker. The hopes of more fun with Miss Bailey dimmed, it now seemed silly, stupid. After all, she was a friend of his mother's, a grown woman in her thirties. She was too beautiful to be interested in a young guy like him.

When she called to him he stood and opened her bedroom door. The doubts all disappeared. She was on the bed, sitting, but in a negligee so sheer that nudity would have been more modest.

It was white, almost invisible white. He could see her crimson, large nipples clearly under the thin wisp of material. Her two breasts sat like grapefruits on her chest, her long, limber legs were stretched out, crossed in front of her.

She smiled. More confident. "This negligee is given to every customer who places an order of forty dollars or more," she said. "Do you like it?"

Neil nodded eagerly. She stood. The negligee hung over her body like a shadow. Then he saw she had nothing on under it. Nothing. Her crotch was like a glowing furnace, the bright red hair of her pussy trickled like flames from between her legs. Neil's cock was once again moved to action.

"I've put little surprises all over me," she said. "I want to see how many you can find and identify."

She stood there, smiling, beautiful, holding her arms open to him. Neil stumbled forward like a dumb-struck robot and immediately went for her neck. She chuckled and pressed herself in tight against him. Her arms circled his back and caressed softly while he licked. Strawberries on the right side of her neck, pomegranate on the left. Her humming moans started again.

He moved his head back and she pressed her pink-coated lips into his. He washed his tongue across her lips and into her sucking mouth. Watermelon. Seedless, sweet watermelon lipstick. Their tongues tangled together like the roots of an old tree. She sucked his drooling saliva inside and swallowed.

"You taste like youth," she said. She lowered herself to the bed and winked. "There's more… but you have to find it."

Neil lay down beside her. He wasn't sure where the flavors were but he was sure about where he wanted to taste. His hands moved atop her right breast and squeezed. The billowing flesh rolled under his palm and she lifted up to his grasp.

"You're hot," she whispered.

He opened the negligee and stared down on her puckering, glowing nipple. It was the reddest nipple he had ever seen, it looked like blood, fire, neon. He put his lips around it and took a slow, tongue-circling taste. Wow! Tangerine! It was a tangerine nipple!

The spot of fruit became a hard button in his lips and he pulled the negligee from the other breast. He licked down the mound of the right one toward the left when he tasted the apple. It was right between the two tits. Apple. Not so great. He mounted the left breast and hungrily came down on the nipples with his drooling lips.

Cantaloupe! Cantaloupe flavor on a cantaloupe sized breast. He licked, sucked, chewed the delicious melon until she was twisting, rolling under him.

"Keep going, Neil," she whispered. "There's more, so much more…"

His mouth traveled down to her navel with small, nipping tastes. All he found was the fresh taste of her heated flesh. The odor of "Unleashed Lust" was heavy in his nostrils as he wiggled his tongue inside her navel Orange! Navel orange! Tremendous, juicy orange.

Her hands moved from the back of his head down to his shoulders. She was tugging at him, trying to get him reversed. Neil went to his hands and knees as she shed the negligee and reached for something under her pillow. His head was right over the licking flames of her red cunt hair. Her head was up by his knees.

He brought his face down to her crotch and sniffed. All he smelled was "Unleashed Lust." He licked her hair. It tasted like hair, clean, soft hair. His tongue led his mouth deeper and deeper into the open vee of her smooth legs. As he was about to send his tongue inside the pink skin of her lips he felt his belt go slack, his zipper come down, his pants being tugged from his legs.

He forgot about it. His mouth was watering with curiosity. The tip of his tongue moved inside her waiting pussy lips and tasted. Cunt. Just cunt. Delicious, fresh cunt. He licked and tasted Miss Bailey's own unique flavor. Then it started to flow.

The fine pussy first became moist, then started to trickle, and finally exploded with the taste of some thing he recognized but couldn't name. The test was getting harder. So was his cock. He was vaguely aware of her hand stroking it, of something cool and soft being massaged into the burning, throbbing meat.

He buried his head deep In her crotch and sent his tongue far inside her flavorful cunt. What was that taste? He kept licking, sucking, drawing the deliciousness out. His ears were warmed by her thighs, the juice was filling his lips. He swallowed.

He had tasted it before. Where? A wedding! Yes, at that wedding last year. What was it? Champagne! Yes, that's it! A champagne pussy… much nicer than any long-stemmed crystal glass. He plunged his mouth around her whole opening and sucked. His tongue licked quickly at her clitoris.

Her clitoris popped like a champagne cork. She bolted her hips up to his eating face and swung from side to side. Neil reached under her to grab her ass and hold on. His fingers moved into the crack and tickled her asshole as his tongue tickled her sparkling vagina.

He felt her lips around his cock. Sucking hard. Her tongue was making spirals, licking, tasting. She was attacking his pecker like it was a popsicle during a drought. He realized he was aroused, ready to explode any minute. But before he did anything he knew there was one place left to taste.

With his fingers he separated the cheeks of her ass until he saw the burnished pucker of her asshole. His tongue moved like a snake along the groove until touching the small hole. He was now sure of himself, he knew what to expect. Chocolate. Rich, creamy milk chocolate.

He rolled onto his back as the pressure built inside him. Her red hair reminded him of a wild tropical bird as it pumped over his hips. His long, gleaming pecker slid in and out of her lips like a well-oiled shaft. She was taking the whole thing right into her throat. Plunging down with force to get it around the bend of her throat and twisting her head once he was to tally inside.

"I'm going to come," moaned Neil. His hips were jerking under her face. She increased her speed and suction. She was going to ride him out with her mouth.

He dosed his eyes and enjoyed the soft, washing feel of her watermelon lips as they ringed and caressed the full length of his rod. Her nose dipped into his pubic hair with each drop. When she lifted she went up until the rim of his glans caught her lips. Then she dropped back down.

Just before his cock plastered her mouth Neil noticed the small jar of rouge. He tried reaching for it but his body had greater ideas. His pecker shook with groaning joy and unloaded a strong, thick mouthful of white, clinging sperm inside her mouth.

She sucked it up like honey and kept pumping. The second and third courses went onto her tongue, where she could swirl it around before swallowing. She was good, Neil noticed, not one drip got away from her. Neat, clean, thorough. She pulled away from his red, hot cock and grinned with full satisfaction.

Neil looked at the jar. "Banana," she said.

"I just had banana cream pie… and it was delicious. Not fattening, either." She chuckled with delight and quickly threw her leg over him. His delicious cock was still up, still in a state of wonderful shock.

She worked his cock head inside her champagne cunt and sat comfortably down on him. Neil felt the head of his cock parting her pussy walls and sinking deep into her hugging heat. She moved herself slowly, easily on him, working his cock back and forth, side to side.

Her face was flushed with happiness. She pointed to her right nipple and asked, "What flavor?"

"Tangerine."

She was ecstatic. She pointed to the other nipple.

"Cantaloupe," answered Neil. She wiggled her ass with great pleasure on his deep-running pole.

She pointed to her lips and Neil answered, "Watermelon."

She was bucking her cunt around his cock, whipping herself into a frenzy. She stabbed a finger inside her navel.

"Orange!" he cried. His cock was throbbing again. Her cunt was effervescing its bubbling vintage all around him.

Her finger moved down to her cunt and Neil moaned, "Champagne! Delicious champagne!"

"What else?" she cried. Her words were husky, blurted, without control as her eyes closed and she shifted into the fastest clip of her ass yet Her hands rested on Neil's chest as she waited for the answer. Her breasts rollicked wildly above him, tangerine, cantaloupe, tangerine, cantaloupe.

"Chocolate!" he bellowed as his own distinctive flavor of rich, thick cream started to flow from his cock.

"Yes! Yes! So good! So damned good!" she screeched. Her fingers grabbed at his chest for a hold as her champagne cunt and chocolate asshole blurred with frenzied speed. Her flavorful body rippled with shaking trembles as his cock sent bolts of absolute joy up her spine.

"Oh, Neil…" she sighed before falling limp and happy into his arms.

Miss Bailey needed her nap so Neil got dressed and gathered his tools. He put the samples of "Unleashed Lust" in his pocket and started for the door. But she called out to him from her bed.

"Neil… please come again. I have a whole new line of bubble bath…"

When Neil got to the pool area Mr. Crocker was nowhere in sight. He put the tools away and threw out the old, worn ballcock. That's when he heard the pump house door open and close. He thought it might be Mr. Crocker but when he turned around he had a surprise.

Felix. Sweaty-faced, wild-eyed Felix. "Hello, Neil," the photographer hissed. "I hope you're happy now that you've gotten me in trouble with George."

"But… I didn't get you in trouble. You got yourself in trouble. I didn't want…" mumbled Neil.

Felix was advancing steadily, determined to do something. Neil didn't know what he had in mind and wasn't interested in finding out.

"I don't care what you say, Neil. George punished me… but I'll be damned if I'm going to be punished for something I didn't get!"

"Huh?"

Felix lunged with open arms at Neil. Neil stumbled back and tried to avoid the grabbing hands. Felix caught him and started to caress, feel, touch any flesh he could find.

"Hey! Stop it!" yelled Neil. "Felix! Have you lost your mind?"

Felix stood erect, proud, prissy. His hands went to his hips and he screeched, "Yes, I have! I have lost my mind! Over you! God, Neil, I want your body so bad I can't sleep at night. I have to have you! Willing or not!"

Felix unsnapped his pants and pulled them open. His incredibly long, awfully thin cock flipped straight out to point at Neil like a blood-tipped arrow.

"Get that thing away from me!" yelled Neil.

But Felix advanced steadily. His squinting eyes were fixed on Neil. Neil kept backing up but knew he would soon be against the wall at the end of the pump house where the pipes and water hose would trap him. But he had little choice, he kept backing up.

"I'm going to slide my cock right up your ass, Neil. I'll make you feel better than you ever have before. Believe me, you'll love it."

Neil felt the pipes behind him. His hand rested on the water faucet and frantically searched down. It was connected, thank God. And on. He felt the long green garden hose which came from the faucet, his hand followed the coils around until he touched the pistol-grip nozzle. It was one of those nozzles you just squeeze like a gun and the water sprays.

Felix got it full blast, a thin, powerful stream of water dampened his amorous cock on the first shot. Then it hit his balls to slam them back between his legs like two punching bags.

"Auuuuuugh!" screamed Felix. He jolted backward and grabbed his screaming cock and balls. The cold water shocked him into quick action.

He turned and tried to run but his pants were around his ankles. Neil followed and kept the stream of water directed at the crease of the fleeing man's ass as he hopped, tripped, struggled out of the pump house.

"I'll get you for this! You are going to be very sorry!" Felix screeched. "Very sorry!"

Felix was screaming at Neil over his shoulder and forgot about the pool. He tripped and took a full bath. Neil didn't even feel like watching. He went back to the pump house and turned off the hose. He knew he had done it. Felix would stop at nothing to get his revenge. He was finished around here once Helen's husband got a look at Felix's well-focused photographs.

Goodbye job, goodbye ladies, goodbye Mr. Crocker, and, quite possibly, goodbye life. That's when he remembered Mr. Crocker. He peeked out the door to make sure the coast was clear. Mr. Crocker was nowhere to be seen. Gone. Gone when he needed him the most.

Neil decided to go home and try again later. The old man had to be around somewhere.