His cock moved deep inside her as she gracefully swayed her hips and ass back and forth. Her cunt was wide open to his penetration, it took his whole length of muscle with ease and slick juiciness.
Neil slipped his hands around the smooth fullness of her ass and pulled her slowly gyrating body in tight to his. She laid her head on his shoulder and breathed heavily in his ear as he dipped up and down with each stab of his hotly squeezed pole.
'Turn,' she whispered. 'Put your back to the bar.' Neil swung around and before he knew it she lifted her other leg up and onto the bar. He now was holding her up with his two hands – each clamped tightly under a soft, full bun of her ass. She was light, hardly anything to hold, but the full pressure of her box on his spike was increased by a great degree.
He lifted her ass and let it drop. She slid up and down his cock. She grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled herself up and down. The tight grip of her crammed-full pussy sucked the length of his deep-penetrating pecker.
'Oh. that's good,' she sighed. 'You're so far inside me I can't swallow.'
Neil was encouraged and began a series of bouncing thrusts inside her. She gasped with each painful pump of cock but let him know she was enjoying every bit of it.
'You're so good! So damned good!' she cried. 'Are you sure you're not a dancer?'
'No… I don't dance,' Neil answered. 'But I sure do like this step.'
Her feet left the bar and she hungrily wrapped her legs around his waist Neil felt even more pressure of her box as it weighed down on his shaft. He had to bounce her up and down with the help of his legs and hands now. She jerked up only a short way, then pounded back down on him. Her tongue was lashing all around his neck, inside his ear, and across his shoulders.
Then he began to tire. The position was too much strain for him. Miss Touffle noticed as soon as his thrusts started to slow. She unwrapped her legs and lifted herself off his cock.
She backed out to the middle of the room and knelt down. Then he watched as she bent herself back and the hot mound of her cunt once more was thrust forward. She arched back until her head rested on the floor, she was bowed in a graceful curve with only her high pubic patch interrupting the smooth line.
Neil knew what to do. He kneeled between her knees and worked his dripping pecker inside the gaping slit until once more he found the warm heat of full entry. All he had to do was jerk his hips up and down to send long, grating strokes inside her vulnerable box.
He rubbed his hands across the smooth flesh of her stomach up to the stretched nipples of her breasts. The meat of her tits was pulled back flat but the nipples grew and responded to his twisting squeeze.
'Yes!' she was crying from her faraway mouth.
Neil's cock rasped hard against her erect clitoris each time he plunged inside her. Her arched body was humping, trembling, squirming with each delicious thrust. He saw her body growing wet, perspiring, heating up with the fever of his fast, furious fucking.
He moved his hands back to the meat of her ass and clamped her box even tighter over his jamming rod as he felt the boiling rise of his cream. Then her legs somehow shot out from under her to stretch behind his pumping ass. Again he held her in midair as his cock worked deep inside her sweltering box.
She kicked her feet helplessly in the air as he held tight to her hips and pumped her back and forth on his red stick. She was moaning, gasping, crying large tears which trickled down her forehead.
'Oh! You're driving me crazy!' she screeched. 'It feels so good!'
Her strong legs clamped fiercely around his hips and squeezed with amazing force as she hugged him at full depth. Her body bolted as if it was electrically charged as a wild, whipping orgasm rumbled through her. She was balanced on her head and used it to pivot her wide, washing sweeps from side to side. Neil felt his cock rubbing hard against each wall of her clapping, applauding, jumping cunt.
Then he exploded. It felt like burning sand was being shoveled from his pecker head as the hot cream sprayed her insides like an unattended garden hose. His legs stiffened and he almost came to a stand as he lifted up and over her in the throes of his pleasure. She kept herself clamped around his hips and simply rode him out while still balancing on her head.
Each wracking pump of his cock made him stand that much taller. When his pecker finally drained she was hanging down from him, with his cock painfully bent down inside her tight-gripped hole. He slowly dropped to his knees and felt the hold of her muscular legs relax.
She dropped onto her back and let her legs flop to the floor. She was exhausted. Her breathing hadn't returned to normal and her chest heaved with each satisfied gasp. Neil's cock flopped- free and dripped semen onto her stomach. She rubbed the sweet cream lazily into her flesh.
'Oh, Neil, I haven't had anything so good in such a long… Please, anytime you feel like it, just ring my bell. I'll do anything you ask. Anything. I'll suck that beautiful rod of yours, I'll lick you from head to toe, I'll rub you down with Vaseline and fuck every part of your body… I'll eat you in every hole you've got. Just ring my bell…'
Neil dressed as she mumbled on incoherently. She was spread eagled in the center of the floor as he walked by and nodded his goodbye.
'You will ring, won't you?' she asked.
He nodded again and smiled like a hero should. 'Maybe next week.'
When he got back to the pool area to put his tools away he saw Christine. She was lying by the pool in a brief yellow bikini. Large gobs of tender breast could be seen around the skimpy cover of the top. The crease under each cheek of her sugar-fleshed ass was well below the cut of the bottom.
He kept himself from lunging at her and chewing the downy meat of her ass and tits until it melted in his mouth. She was built with full, sleek lines and abundant flesh where the generosity was most appreciated. He whistled as he passed and she looked up.
Instead of the look of scorn he would have received a week ago she smiled and batted her eyes. He wanted to rip off the top of her bikini and mash each tit flat with his sucking lips. Instead of doing that, he smiled back at her and felt the shyness of his character return.
'Hi, Neil,' she cooed.
'Hi, Christine.' He went into the tool room and put his stuff away. As he stood there he cursed himself for his lack of guts. He realized it was one thing to be aggressive with a middle-aged ballerina he cared little about and another thing to make a play for someone he really wanted. But he inhaled and said to himself, This is for you, Mr. Crocker.
She was still there when he returned. He noticed that even more of her breasts was exposed. He felt his throat go dry, his pecker tingle, his stomach felt heavy. He inhaled a deep breath and cleared his throat. Christine looked up expectantly.
'Want to go to movie tomorrow night?' he quickly asked.
She smiled. 'Yes, I'd like to.'
'Okay. I'll pick you up at seven.' He turned on his heels and swiftly walked to the driveway and toward home.
Chapter 5
Neil took Christine to a triple-feature horror spectacular at the drive-in. As they sat close to each other in his parents' car he wondered what would be the best way to go about making a play. The closeness of her prime body had him nervous, the glowing flesh of her long legs was bare up to mid-thigh, where her miniskirt began.
He thought about the direct approach. Just swing the old arm around her shoulders and sweep her face up to his for a juicy kiss. Or the casual approach – slide the arm around her, wait a few minutes, urge her closer and closer an inch at a time. Then there was the cute approach: An innocent peck on the cheek to relax her, then a coy try for one on the lips.
She was staring straight ahead at the movie, intent, oblivious to his turmoil. He decided the direct approach fit the character of a hero more than the others. After a deep inhale and check of the breath, he readied himself. His arm slid behind the seat like a creeping snake until it was in position.
