'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.
Chapter 8
That night Neil returned, after dinner and studying. He had to find Mr. Crocker.
But his search was interrupted. He was about ready to go up to Mr. Cracker's apartment, something he didn't want to do. Mr. Crocker lived with his daughter and son-in-law, Neil didn't want to interrupt their privacy by calling on the old man. He lived in the same wing as Christine and her parents.
That's who interrupted him. Christine. 'Neil…'
Her call came from the driveway as he went up the stairs. Neil looked down at her, she wasn't smiling, apparently still upset from the heavy words after their date the night before.
'Hello, Christine,' he said.
'Can we talk?' she asked. Her voice carried the pain of her tortured emotions up to him.
Since he wasn't that anxious to knock on Mr. Crocker's door, and since she sounded so miserable, Neil had no choice.
'Sure.' He came down the stairs.
She was dressed in faded jeans and a T-shirt. It was obvious she had no bra underneath, because her round, thick nipples made enjoyable lumps at the end of each large breast. She had trouble meeting his eyes as she whispered softly, 'I'm sorry about last night.'
'Oh, there's nothing to be sorry for. I'm sorry I said the things I did. I really didn't mean it.'
'But you were right. I was acting like a baby.'
'Now, Christine,' said Neil He felt uncomfortable, awkward. He knew he had expected-too much from her too soon. And his decision to break off the whole thing had been hasty.
'Really,' she insisted, 'you're right. If I'm big enough to turn a man on I should respond like a woman. It's childish for me to expect you to stop just because I'm scared.'
'Don't worry about it. These things have a way of working out. You'll see,' said Neil. He couldn't think of anything better to say.
Her face came up to stare directly into his. 'Not unless I do something about it.'
'What do you mean?'
'I mean that I'll be scared to do it for the rest of my life unless I do something about it right now. It's like falling off a horse… if you don't get right back on you might never ride again.'
'Not exactly,' said Neil.
'Close enough,' she replied. Then her manner changed from- that of the determined woman to that of the coy young girl, 'My parents have gone out tonight… to a party. I'm all alone.'
'Oh?' Neil knew exactly what she meant.
'Would you like to come in and visit with me for a while?' she asked.
He decided to test the seriousness of her newfound courage. 'Just visit?'
She blinked, swallowed. Finally the courageous words came from her sweet lips. 'No, Neil. I want to finish what we started last night.'
They were inside the apartment and on the couch in less than two minutes. Christine eagerly lay under him as his lips kissed her neck, as their hips pressed hungrily together, as his cock grew in his pants and pressed a
