'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.
