'Go fast, Neil… go real fast… Pound it in me.' she mumbled.
Neil looked down on her smiling face and saw she was much older than he had guessed. He figured she was about Helen's age, but now, up close, it was obvious she was older. He was a poor judge of age but knew she had to be in her thirties at least. And here she was going crazy under the cock of a seventeen-year-old boy!
Suddenly Neil felt powerful, strong. He rammed his stick deep and fast inside her. Then he pulled back and repeated. With each stroke he went a little faster, a little harder. She let out a little yelp each time he collided with her deep insides, but he didn't stop.
Her gripping hands turned to fists and pounded his shoulders as his buttocks blurred with speed behind his riveting cock. He leaned well forward so that the peaked nipples of her high-riding tits squashed against his chest. From that position he found there was less weight on his legs and he had much more freedom of movement in his hips.
She wants it fast, he said to himself… well, that's what I'll give her. Neil was in great physical shape, each and every muscle of his well-defined body had undergone endless hours of exercise and training in the pool. Now he set them to work in a form of waterless swimming. He let his hips take their own lead, vibrate and jab of their own accord. As if his mid-body was separate unto itself, it worked at a furious pace.
Neil's legs and arms strained for control as his rump whipped downward with rapid fire humps. His cock was like a well-oiled piston as it followed a straight, true course of constant movement in and out. Gloria was true to her word. She went crazy. Her pounding fists hit his back in a rhythm matching his double-time thrusts. Her mouth was wide open and gasping, her eyes closed, her tongue licked in a wide circle around her moist lips.
'I don't believe it. I don't believe you're doing this!' she cried. 'I've never felt anything so good!'
Her hands traveled down his back to cup each of his hard buns and tug. She wanted it deeper, harder. She was begging for him to split her body wide open with his endless cock. Instead of speeding up his pace, Neil took longer withdrawals and sent his throbbing cock deep into her with fast, powerful jabs.
'Yes! Yes! Yesyesyesyes!' she cried.
Neil's face was covered with sweat, his back was starting to ache, and he knew his cock wouldn't last much longer. He was hot, boiling, steaming, and the tingling pressure deep in his loins was building as quickly as he was thrusting. The closer he got to his climax, the less control he could exert on his humping body.
'I'm close,' she reported. 'So close… keep it up, Neil. Oh, Neil… I love you…'
Her statement of love served to dull Neil's passion a slight amount. Not that he didn't like her, didn't feel grateful that she was fucking him, didn't admire her practiced skill and obvious ability as a reporter… but something just made him feel her statement of love was totally out of place.
But it gave him the necessary time. She dug her fingers deep into the crack of his ass and bit his shoulder when the first wave of wracking orgasm hit her petite body. She held on to him for dear life as her small hips lifted with enough might to carry him aloft.
'Uhhhhhhhhh,' she groaned with tremendous relief, Her finger was solidly against the pucker of his ass-hole and she unconsciously stroked the tight muscle as her body whipped wildly underneath him. That sent Neil over. His asshole quivered when the sperm started into his cock, it almost relaxed open and swallowed her finger when his cock head spewed the thick juice inside her clapping cunt.
His body humped uncontrollably into her now-relaxing form. She spread herself wide and eagerly took each and every one of his thrashing stabs. Her hands were now soft, caressing, gentle, and encouraging. His orgasm lasted immeasurable minutes before he found control coming back.
She hugged him tight and wouldn't let him move as his thick spike took its time deflating. 'I want to feel every possible second of you,' she whispered.
Neil lay still and waited while his cock shriveled, receded, and finally popped free with an ooze of whipped jism and dripping juice. She kissed his shoulders, his neck, and cheeks, and Neil knew he had done well. The lady was totally satisfied, glowing, happy.
He felt good too. He was proud of his performance for only the second time out. He had learned a little bit about taking the lead, setting the pace, getting on top- and playing the dominant role. He knew that there was great room for improvement, but little cause for criticism. He felt damned good.
'Okay, my hero, we ought to get up before anyone wanders in here,' she hummed in his ear.
Neil sat up and reached for his swimsuit. As he stood and pulled the trunks up he looked at his liquid-coated cock and grinned. He no longer had a freshman cock, now it was past that, it was at least a sophomore – and, more important, on the dean's list!
Chapter 3
Neil did Gloria well. And Gloria did Neil well. The next morning the newspapers hit the streets and Neil's obscure, unpopular social status was brought to a complete halt. The eager lady reporter, in her desire to show her gratitude and undying admiration for the young hero, repeated the vigorous activities of that afternoon in the office of the executive editor. The story, photo and all, made the front page.
The story lauded Neil as a modern day miracle, a youth with respect and honesty, an honor student, polite, and above all, a young man of boundless courage and bravery. The photograph was a masterpiece, it was impressive enough as an eight-by-ten-glossy, but the Chronicle blew it up until it covered a quarter page.
Neil couldn't believe his eyes when he saw it.
There he was, Tina in his arms, dripping wet and almost naked. And yes, that bulging outline of his rather sizable peter was in full evidence. He didn't know whether to cry with embarrassment or joy. Either way, his eyes did water with emotion over this thing happening to him. The first half of his school day was the most exciting time of his life. Everyone made attempts for his attention. He never thought so many students knew his name, his mouth was dry from saying hi. Even the teachers got into the act, by referring to his heroism during class. As embarrassed as Neil appeared, he was loving every minute.
However, by the afternoon Neil was already tiring of the constant attention. He wondered how movie stars and politicians ever put up with it. Even in the bathroom, as he tried to take a private leak, he was joined on each side by back-slapping new pals.
But the thing which bothered him the most was the eyes of the girls. They would face him straight on and say hello with all the necessary friendliness and admiration due him. By the time he responded to the greeting, Neil noticed their eyes had drifted. It seemed that no one, the girls especially, failed to notice his publicly revealed endowment.
Neil was glad to get to work that afternoon. At last he felt he was among adults, people who could handle themselves and wouldn't be thrown into a lather over a stupid picture. But of all the people in the apartments to quickly dispel the notion, it had to be Mr. Crocker.
Mr. Crocker! Dear old Mr. Crocker. Neil's pal, his friend, his mentor, had to speak up and remark, 'Say, Neil, that's quite a spread you got for yourself in the paper.
'Thank you, Mr. Crocker,' replied Neil.
'As a matter of fact, I'm gonna cut that picture out and hang it on my wall,' the old man continued.
'Oh, you don't have to do that that,' said Neil with honest humility.
'No bother, no bother,' said Mr. Crocker. 'Matter of fact, it should be easy, seeing there's a hook already on it! Heh! Heh-heh!'
Mr. Crocker giggled himself to sleep and Neil despondently set to work on his blue tile pool rim. He told himself not to let the simple joke bother him, Mr. Crocker had a talent for digging the dirty side of anything right up to where everyone could see and laugh with him. He didn't mean it viciously.
Neil had little time to worry, though. He was soon visited by Mr. Walker himself. Mr. Walker, his boss, owner of the apartments, had come home early just to speak with Neil.
'Neil, my boy, you've done a wonderful thing. Wonderful thing! You've not only saved the life of a dying child, you put the Green Palms on the map!' said the jubilant round man.
'Thank you, sir,' answered Neil. Mr. Walker's nearly bald head reflected the sun and dots of perspiration sat all over it.
'Come, let's get out of this blasted sun! We'll go in the lanai, I want to talk a little more about this,' said Mr.
