raised his hips and slowly began to straddle her thrashing thighs. She let him do it without protest She wanted to feel his weight pressing down on her, his hips on hers, his legs next to hers.
But when the gigantic mass of his rock-hard cock pressed tight against her cunt she felt the greatest sensation of all. It was much bigger than she dreamed possible. The spike seemed like it didn't end. She was dying to reach down with her hand and explore the thing better, but knew that would be a dangerous thing indeed.
So Neil chewed her tits red, covered them with the juice of his mouth and ground his hard cock fitfully into her open, cooking crotch. Even between their layers of clothing he could feel her plentiful moisture soaking the area. He kept up a constant, steady grind until she began to gasp like an ice cube had been dropped down her back.
He shoved his stick forcefully into her softness and she stiffened. Her hips came up to welcome him completely, they twisted, then jerked. She held her breath and arched her soaked tits into his shirt as a washing orgasm wracked her youthful body.
It was her first orgasm received from a man. She had felt the wonderful sensation before when masturbating, but this was a definite, exciting first Her cunt overflowed with thick wetness which spilled into her stretching panties. Her inner thighs went hard with strain, her nipples tingled, she couldn't breathe. Waves of heat rumbled from her crotch to her throat until finally it all culminated in one wild bolt of lightning. Her guts exploded.
'Oh! Neil! Neil! Oh!'
Neil kept grinding. He was hoping to work his cock up to a climax too. But he was too far away. He wanted to feel her slick box around his rod but knew it would be impossible… tonight. He satisfied himself with getting her to come, giving her a thrill.
When he took her home he asked her out for Saturday night. She blushed and looked down at her feet.
'Are you asking me out because I'm easy?' she asked.
Neil snorted. 'You're not easy, Christine. Believe me, you're not I'm asking you out because I like you, I've liked you for a long time.'
'What time?' she asked.
'Seven o'clock.'
It was a date.
The next day was Neil's appointment with Felix When he got up that morning his balls were killing him. He had heard of 'lover's nuts' but had never had them. Now he knew how terrible they were. His balls felt like two cracked walnuts. He walked slowly all day.
As he was going to Felix's apartment he ran into Mr. Crocker by the pool. The old man held up his cane to let Neil know he was awake. Neil walked over to him, he had fifteen minutes before his appointment
'How's everything going, boy?' asked Mr. Cracker.
'Fine.'
'Anything to report to a bored old man?'
Neil remembered his promise to tell Mr. Crocker his adventures. 'I took Christine outlast night.'
'Oh?' The old man's voice brightened considerably. 'Did you make hay?'
'No. But I got the ground plowed,' answered Neil. Mr. Crocker chuckled. 'That's a start, Neil. Now don't give up. You're over the toughest part, keep working the ground and before you know it you'll have your seed in there.'
Neil laughed. 'Yessir. But right now my plow is killing me.'
Crocker banged his cane in merriment 'Hah! You know there's only one cure for that… in my day we used to call them 'amorous achers'… and that's to put your weenie where it belongs. Right inside that young filly.'
'I'm trying, Mr. Crocker. I'm trying.'
'One word of advice, though. Don't let your heart get in there too. That'll mess everything up. Remember that you are in demand right now. You're a celebrity. Don't let your emotions tie you down. There are a lot of ladies out there… take 'em all before your popularity dies off.'
'Yessir,' said Neil.
The old man's gray-haired head lowered down to his chest and Neil heard the satisfied wheeze of sleep. He grinned at his ancient adviser and checked his watch. It was time to go, time to meet with Felix and submit himself to the sleazy photographer's whims. Reluctantly he crossed the pool area for Felix's apartment
Felix was pleased to see him. 'Come in, Neil You're a few minutes early. That's very good. My model isn't here yet but I expect her any minute. After all, I'm paying her a lot of money, she better give me a full hour.'
Neil entered the living room and saw that everything was set The large lights were all in place and a camera sat on a tripod facing the sofa. Neil swallowed. He wasn't very keen on having his photograph taken, especially with the sleazy animal Felix had most likely hired.
But he was wrong. The model was stunning. She was a tall, black-haired woman with olive skin and cat-like eyes. When she came in the door she gave Neil a quick glance and turned to Felix. 'He's pretty young, isn't he? I thought I was supposed to do this with a man.'
'Quit your bitching, Sherry, you're getting enough money to screw a porcupine,' said Felix.
Sherry didn't waste any of Felix's valuable time. She kicked her shoes off and started undoing her blouse. Neil watched as she opened it up and revealed two small but awfully firm tits. She wore no bra. Without hesitating she undid her skirt and dropped it on a chair.
She was wearing black fish-net panties that were the briefest Neil had ever seen. Her back was to him and he licked his lips when she bent down to fold her blouse. Her ass was a curving slope of solid meat that curved up like an upside-down valentine into the darkness of her crotch. From the rear all he could see was a shadowed lump of pulpy flesh hanging between her legs.
She stood and turned. Her pubic hair was in a wide, high patch, more hair than he had ever seen on a cunt. She pulled the panties down and the crotch fur sprang outward like so many weeds. A thin line of soft hair ran from the pubic pile up to her navel.
Her stomach was totally flat, she was tall, slender, like a panther. Her lips were large, thick, they hung from her mouth like big pieces of ripe fruit. She grinned at the gaping Neil and walked slowly to the couch. Her body moved at every junction, hips, waist, breasts, buttocks – all ground out their own distinct rhythms.
She sat down quietly and waited. Felix finished adjusting his camera. Neil cleared his dry throat and asked, 'Should I get undressed too?'
'No,' said Felix. 'I want Sherry to undress you.'
'What?' screeched Sherry. 'He can undress himself I What am I, his mother?'
Felix stood up, his hands went to his hips, and he puckered his lips. 'Damnit, you bitch! You do as I say or get your clothes on and trot your hot ass right out of here!'
Sherry shut up. Felix made one last adjustment and said, 'Okay, Sherry, take off his shoes. I want to see your box from the rear as you do it.'
She knelt on the floor with an expression of pure disgust as she untied Neil's shoes. Neil sat very still and stared at the strong arch of her smooth back. Her cunt disappeared between her legs and Felix snapped his first shot.
Then he had her remove Neil's shirt and socks, and finally his pants. This was the toughest shot. Felix wanted her to look eager, anxious to get Neil undressed.
'Shit,' she mumbled. But she did as he said.
When the moment came to pull Neil's underpants down her whole attitude changed. She saw the gigantic bulge in his shorts and started to smile. 'Oh… now I see what has Felix so turned on,' she mum-bled.
She pulled back the top elastic and peered down at the long, stiff cock. 'Beautiful,' she murmured. 'You have one real nice pecker, young man.
'Thank you,' said Neil.
'Okay, pull the pants down,' instructed Felix.
'With pleasure,' said Sherry. She tugged the shorts down and off Neil's legs. As she stood she surveyed his whole physique. Her eyes glowed with anticipation. 'I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy this… '
Neil's balls were throbbing with pain. His stiff cock pounded for relief. As Felix snapped shot after shot
