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CHAPTER FIVE

Jessica was planning to let Jeff know that she was going to her room to lie down for a while. She thought that the boy would be sure to hurry up to his own room for a peek through the closet wall. She planned to put on a quite a show for his benefit. It would be a solitary show, of course, at least until her husband got home, but she figured she could enchant her horny son by finger fucking herself and using her cock shaped vibrator as she sprawled across her bed with her so cunt turned towards his spy hole, of course. But then fate took a horny hand.

Fate came in the person of a young man named Peter Preston. Peter should have been in school, actually, but the teenager had been playing hooky quite often lately, trying to earn enough money to buy a second hand car. He had never had a piece of ass, not even an opportunity, and he thought that having a set of wheels would go a long way toward getting his wick dipped.

Today, by skipping school, Peter was going to get a lot more education than he'd ever had in a classroom.

Jessica was still wearing only her semitransparent silk nightie when the doorbell rang. She had been expecting no callers. Curious, she went to the door.

A lean, sandy haired young man stood on the doorstep, his hat politely in hand.

"Yes?" Jessica asked.

"Got any odd jobs that I can do, lady? I'm pretty handy and I'm trying to earn some money for a car."

Jessica looked him up and down. He was a very presentable young man, probably about the same age as her own son. Jessica had a thing about teenaged boys.

Although he was trying not to be obvious about it, Peter couldn't help but gape at the redhead's big tits and creamy cleavage in that sheer nightie.

Jessica saw where he was looking and smiled. Being wanted was always a turn-on for the lewd exhibitionist and today she was particularly randy, having discovered her son's spy hole and planning an erotic exhibit. Jeff wouldn't be home from school for a while yet and she saw no reason why she shouldn't pass the time pleasantly.

She wondered if this handyman was a virgin. She sure hoped so. Naughty Jessica just adored virgin pricks and cherry jizz.

"I just might," she said. "Come in."

As Peter stepped over the threshold, she contrived to rub her tits against his arm.

The young boy began to sweat and look flustered. Grinning, pleased at how she aroused him, Jessica led the way to the front room and motioned for him to sit on the couch. He settled down. Then she surprised him by sitting beside him, close up, her lush hip pressed to his lean flank.

"What sort of odd jobs?" she breathed.

"Errr just about anything," he stammered.

"Have you brought your tools?" she asked, giving the boy a playful look.

"Well, I ain't really got…" he began.

"Oh, yes I see that you have," she broke in. Her hand moved down and cupped his groin. Peter gasped. "Ooooooh! A nice big, hard one, too!"

He was speechless, gaping at the voluptuous redhead with his jaw hanging open and his eyes popping out. His lips moved, but soundlessly. The amazed youth had been struck dumb. He wouldn't have known what to say, anyhow.

Jessica, delighted by the way he was gasping and squirming, groped his cock through his jeans and smiled lewdly into his face, licking her lips.

"Oh, yes I'm sure that we can find a few odd jobs for this lovely tool," she whispered.

Peter was stunned and bemused, but his cock was behaving rationally, pulsing and pounding in her caress, threatening to burst right through the denim confines of his fly, hot enough to melt the material.

Jessica leaned over and brushed her scarlet lips against his ear.

"Is this a brand new tool, young man? Has it ever been used before?"

"N no, ma'am," he croaked.

"Ahhhh. Then I do believe that I've got a job of plumbing for you to do. Some hammering and some screw driving, and maybe a drain to unclog."

She started to open his fly.

Peter, despite his naivete, was starting to understand that he had struck it lucky today. He had stumbled upon the proverbial promiscuous housewife, encountered what every youth dreams of – a nympho!

"I sure hope you ain't just playing with me, lady," he mumbled, hardly able to believe his good fortune.

A cockteaser, of course, was the nightmare side of the nymphomaniac dream.

But Jessica, like her little girl, was no tease. And if she intended to play with him, it was going to be in a way that he yearned for.

As she fumbled with his fly, she turned her face to his and kissed him with a significant amount of tongue involved. She tugged his zipper down and reached into his jeans to haul out his cock and balls.

"Ummmmm! Just the tool I need," she sighed, gazing down at his groin through fluttering eyelashes.

She licked her lips, and she was breathing hard. Her hand caressed his prick expertly.

Peter didn't guess he would get paid for this odd job, but that didn't matter, at all. Working for a lady like this, he wouldn't need to buy a car.

She proceeded to undo his belt and button, so that the boy's jeans opened in a wide vet, leaving his sizzling hot cock fully exposed and available. She cupped his balls and found them satisfyingly packed with spunk. Her hand ran up his prick and she was delighted by the rimless shaft.

Holding his cock in one hand, Jessica opened her nightie with the other, offering him her tits.

Peter began to fondle those fat globes with both hands.

She was wondering what to do with him first. "Can you manage more than one job?" she murmured in his ear, nibbling at the lobe.

"Oh, yeah, lady!" he moaned confidently. He had never been fucked or sucked but he knew that he could jack off three or four times in a row and that no matter what jobs she had for him, nor how odd those jobs turned out to be, he would be more than up to it.

Peter was a workman worthy of his hire. And, assured that there would still be plenty of cum left for her smoldering snatch, Jessica decided she would drink his first load of sweet cherry juice.

She drew her hand up his stalk and moved the ball of her thumb against the underside of his wedge shaped cockhead, at the sensitive spot where the ventral vein spread out into the flaring slab. As she did that, his pisshole opened and globs of pre-cum bubbled out.

She sighed happily at the sight. It had been the wise choice to take him in her mouth first, she could see. He was going to get his rocks off so fast on his first cumming that it would hardly be worth bothering to get his big cock rammed up into her cunthole.

It was going to be a quick slurp and a swallow. That was fine with Jessica, for the naughty woman dearly loved to drink fuck juice from a young man's virgin prick.

She slid her fist back down his shaft, making the cock knob balloon. That purple slab was so coated with preliminary cum that it looked like a flat plum soaked with whipped cream. The slime was steaming from the hot prick.

Leaning over his lap, Jessica inhaled, breathing in the tantalizing musk of his prick meat and the gamey succulence of his pre-cum.

Peter stared at her face as she hovered over his cock. Her lips were parted and panting and the tip of her pink tongue was sliding back and forth. She was quite obviously a lustful lady.

Peter was not versed in the ways of wanton wives. Maybe she just likes to look at cocks up close, he thought.

But, hopefully, he humped up a bit, fucking his cock through her fist and up toward her face. He placed an open hand behind her head and pushed gently, coaxing her face down onto his cock.

His eagerness thrilled Jessica. She was keen to blow the boy as he was to be blown, but she wasn't going to rush things. She enjoyed the build up.

"I'm gonna suck your cock!" she moaned. Peter gasped and groaned as she knew he would. Jessica knew the value of pillow talk.

"Your sweet prick looks so delicious! I'm drooling for your cock! My tongue is steaming for a taste!"

She slid a glance up at his face, loving the way that lust was mangling his features. Exciting a young man excited her in turn. She stuck her tongue out and flicked it around, demonstrating how it would soon be laying his cockhead.

"Ohhh, lady!" he croaked, trembling violently in an almost unbearable anticipation, an exquisite torment of longing and expectation.

"Have you ever been sucked off?" she whispered.

He shook his head. It was obvious that was what the woman wanted to hear, and it was true, besides.

"Ahhhhh! Then I'll be the first," she moaned. "I'll milk you dry and drink all your hot, thick slime!"

Her tongue and lips were working as if getting limbered up for the exercise ahead of them. Peter pushed on the back of her head again, but without any real force. She certainly didn't need any coaxing or guidance, he could see, and she must know a lot more about blowjobs than he did.

He figured it was much better to leave the details in her experienced hands.

That flame hued head was turning as she gazed at his prick from this way and that, like a glutton surveying a banquet before being seated. She kept breathing in the delectable fumes of meat and spunk and getting hungrier by the moment. But from the way his pisshole was spilling out the preliminary cock spume, she knew that the boy was going to blow his wad with dispatch. Once his cock was in her mouth he wasn't likely to last more than a moment or two and although she was eager to have his prick hose her throat she wanted to enjoy the meat for a little while before she drank the dessert.

She began by licking him lightly.

Her lapper slurped against the slimy tip of his cockhead, licking up the pre cum. She tongued up a mouthful, then drew away to savor it on her taste buds for a second while she watched his pisshole spill more out.

"Yummy!" she sighed.

She turned her face and slid her tongue out so that the enchanted lad could see his thick cream on the pink meat of her lapper. Then her throat pulsed and she swallowed with her mouth still open.

"Jeez, lady!" he gasped.

Seeing the lovely housewife swallowing his spunky flow was almost as thrilling as the feel of her lapper on his knob. The psychological aspects of an enthusiastic blowjob enhanced the physical sensations. The sights and the sounds embellished the feeling.

She ducked down and lapped some more. She was using only her tongue and concentrating on his cockhead. Usually when she went down on a man, Jessica liked to start with his balls and enjoy lots of preliminary tongue and lip work before she got down to the serious sucking. But with this overexcited young lad, she didn't want to take the risk of having him shoot off prematurely. How frustrating it would prove to have his hot jism jets squirt out into the air while she was still simply nuzzling around on his balls. She loved to suck balls, but not while those balls were spilling out spunk.

Her head ducked up and down. She licked his knob, then drew back, giving him a moment to recede from the surging crest and watching as more pre-cum came bubbling out onto his slick slab.

He arched his back and laid his head on the back of the couch, moaning. Her talented tongue was driving him crazy. But like Jessica, Peter was in no hurry to shoot his bolt. The licking was so lovely that he was content to lean back and enjoy it for hours.

That would have suited cock hungry Jessica, too, except that she didn't have hours to spend. She had to get him sucked off and then properly fucked before it was time for her kids to get home from school.

The alternative hadn't occurred to her yet. Up and down bobbed her head, hair tumbling over his balls as she whipped her nimble lapper against his cockhead. She drew back, gazing at that flaring hunk of cherry meat as she let his pre spunk dribble down her throat, then ducked back down to tongue up some more.

The potent teenager had already poured out as much cum as a lesser man would have squirted out when he creamed off. Jessica had sucked lots of guys to a conclusion without drinking as much as Jeff had fed her on the preliminaries. But that abundant seepage was in no way diminishing his capacity. His balls were ballooning more all the while, filling up faster than they were oozing off.

Jessica knew she was in for a real feast.

And that initial slime was whetting her appetite so much that she could wait no longer.

It was time to swallow his load.