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CHAPTER FOUR

Jessica went into her house through the back door. She felt good. Frank's cock had not only satisfied her, but it had given her a sense of revenge. She dashed into the master bedroom, almost cutting her bare feet on the broken pieces of lamp that lay strewn about on the carpet.

"Damn," she muttered, annoyingly negotiating her way quickly through.

After cleaning up the mess and dumping it, she dialed Roger's office on the phone, long agonizing rings. No answer. She slammed down the phone. "You rotten bastard! I knew you wouldn't be there!"

She stomped angrily down the hall, hell-bent on revenge on her philandering husband. Undressing as she walked, she headed for the shower.

A half-hour later, with a fluffy towel securely wrapped around her, Jessica padded into the bedroom. Her blown-dry blonde hair caressed her naked shoulders. A clinging silk dress, sans panties and bra, with high heels completed her outfit for an afternoon of adultery.

She gave the phone on the bedroom nightstand a second look. As she bent over, her bloated tits almost spilled out of the low-cunt dress. "You've got one last chance, buster!" She dialed Roger's number again. No manor. It only angered her more and increased her desire to strike back, to hurt.

A determined Jessica stormed out of the house and to the four-door sedan.

"God damn it!" Her foot slammed onto the brake. The car rocked, screeched half-way through an intersection. She had missed the stop sign. She was thankful that no one was coming from the other direction.

Forcing herself to remain calm, she eased her foot on the gas pedal. A glance at the dash told her the car was almost empty.

At the nearest gas station, she pulled in and waited. She saw the attendant emerging from the office. A sly smile tickled a corner of her mouth. "Why not?"

She inched her dress up almost to her crotch, baring her smooth, creamy thighs. She tugged at the top of her dress, letting more tittie meat show.

The attendant wiped his greasy fingers on a dirty rag and glanced into the car. Her bare legs and tits weren't lost on the craggy-faced attendant. "Fill her up?" he asked.

"All the way, Clayton," Jessica mewed breathlessly, spotting his name on his shirt as she leaned out the window.

While her tank was filling up, Clayton wiped Jessica's front window, more interested in her luscious body than getting the grime off the windshield. His cock thumped wildly. His eyes darted from her creamy thighs to her and back again.

Inspite of the man's blatant stares. Her tongued her lips. She grabbed the steering wheel, pressed her arms together not to move. Her bulging tits squished together, billowing up from her top.

The sound of the gas pump shutting off brought Clayton out of his reverie. Grumbling to himself, he went around to top off the tank. "Eighteen dollars," he told her, staring into her car.

She gave him twenty. "Keep the change." She winked. "I like the way you did my windows."

A smiling Clayton watched her roar out of his gas station. "What a bitch." The scent of her perfume was on the twenty dollar bill. It conjured up hot images in his mind.

The brief encounter with the gas station attendant had stimulated Jessica. Warm pussy juice greased her cushiony cunthole. She headed out of town with the window open. As she drove, the rushing air competed with the lout music blaring from the radio.

After a few miles, she spotted two teenagers hitch hiking. "This must be my lucky day." She pumped the brake and pulled to a stop about fifty feet ahead of the young men.

She shut off the radio and waited, her dress was high, tits bulging above her powder-blue jersey dress.

The two young men ran to the four-door sedan, reaching it out of breath. A head of black curly hair poked into the car, shiny black eyes peered at the voluptuous Jessica. "How far are you going, lady?"

"As far as you like," Jessica said seductively. She noticed the way the youngster ogled her legs. Excitement began to build.

The dark-haired boy nudged his friend, then opened the car door, climbing quickly into the front seat. "You sit in the back, Freddie."

"There's plenty of room," Jessica purred. "We can all squeeze in together."

Tommy, the dark-haired boy, moved close to Jessica as Freddie got in beside him.

Dust kicked up as Jessica pulled back onto the highway. "Don't you boys know it's dangerous to hitch-hike?"

"You don't look dangerous," Tommy, the bolder of the two, said. He was enjoying the scent of her perfume and the feel of her thigh pressing against his leg.

"I could be. You can't tell just by looking at a person." She sped the car down the long stretch of highway. She felt Tommy's staring harder. Warm juices moistened her cunt.

Freddie glanced beyond his buddy at Jessica's tits, enjoying the billowing breast. "You're too beautiful to be dangerous," he said shyly.

Jessica gave the timid boy a quick glance. "Thank you, Freddie. You're kind of cute yourself." The boy blushed. "I'm Jessica. Where were you boys headed?"

"We're going to Farmingdale," Tommy said, looking obviously at her deep cleavage.

Seeing this, Jessica put her hand on his knee. "You keep looking at me like that, you're going to wind up all hot and horny."

Tommy was dumbfounded. His brash manner vanished and he blushed. He looked away, his eyes falling to her bare thighs.

"You could put your hand on my thigh, if you want." It was a soft, throaty suggestion.

The dark-haired boy didn't know whether to believe her or not, but decided to take a chance anyway. He nudged his quiet friend and put his hand on Jessica's bare knee. His groin felt like someone had kicked him.

Jessica sighed, "Mmmm, your hand feels nice." A tremor erupted deep in her bubbling pussy. The palm of her hand felt sweaty.

She looked at Freddie, who was struck dumb by what was going on. "I'm sorry you're sitting so far away or you could put your hand on my knee too." She paused to give Freddie a promising wink. "Maybe later."

Neither boy believed what she had implied.

She massaged Tommy's leg and felt his tension. She enjoyed it. Two young men… two… to do with whatever she desired. The perfect revenge, and an old fantasy besides.

Tommy didn't believe what the beautiful woman was doing to him. His cock, bent uncomfortably in his tight jeans, ached painfully. His throat felt like it was lined with sandpaper. His hand involuntarily tightened on her knee.

"Oooo, don't hurt me, Tommy. Just rub my leg, don't squeeze it so hard." She parted her legs slightly.

Boldly, Tommy's hand caressed Jessica's slender leg until his fingers touched the hem of her dress. Back and forth his fingers stroked, the hem a barrier he was afraid to pass.

Freddie sat by the door, mute, on the fringe of the lust that hung heavy in the car. He had his eyes on both hands – Tommy's and Jessica's. He shifts uncomfortably in the seat, thinking Tommy had the fuck.

Jessica spotted a road leading away from the main highway. She flipped on the turn signal, into the turn, and headed down the road. "I hope you boys don't mind if we go the long way." Her hand was still kneading Tommy's leg.

Neither boy spoke. Each conjured up images of making it with the beautiful woman. But neither expected anything more than just a longer ride to Farmingdale.

"You can go under my dress, Tommy." Her soft ass squirmed against the leather seat. With one hand gripping the wheel, Jessica leaned across Tommy and patted Freddie's bulging crotch. "I haven't forgotten you, Freddie."

Freddie's breath whooshed out sharply and his prick thumped incessantly.

Jessica went back to driving with both hands, enjoying Tommy's shy fingers circling around her inner thighs under her dress. "It's a pretty day. Would you boys mind if we stopped for a while?"

At once both boys said in chorus, "Oh no, go ahead."

"I'm glad," she said, turning onto a dirt road. They drove for about a half a mile in silence.

"This looks like a nice place," Jessica said, braking the car to a stop. After cutting off the motor, she squeezed her thighs together and captured Tommy's fingers. "Would you boys like to take a walk?"

Without waiting for the obvious answer, Jessica opened her legs, releasing Tommy's hand. She got out, the heels of her shoes sinking into the soft earth. "C'mon," she urged to the stupefied young men.

The horny and eager two scrambled out of the car to join her.

"You better hold my hands, I don't want to fall," she said when they ran up to her.

The boys took her offered hands and walked toward the secluded tree-shaded spot at the top of a knoll, Jessica between them.

When the three reached the shaded spot, Jessica released their sweaty hands. "Mmmmm, it's nice here, isn't it?" She felt their horny gaze, and it excited her.

Neither boy was looking at the scenery. Both sets of eyes undressed the gorgeous woman, visualizing her naked. They waited quietly, not knowing what to expect next. Back hoped for what they considered the impossible.

Dazzling blue eyes fixed on Freddie's adorning face. Jessica went to the shy boy. Their eyes met. "Mmm, you're talk Freddie," she swooned.

Freddie gulped, enveloped in her erotic perfume. Her lush body was only inches away, and he wanted to grab her and drag her into his arms. But he didn't. He was afraid.

Sensuously, with the tip of her pink tongue, Jessica licked her lips. "You missed out on the fun in the car, Freddie, so I'm going to make it up to you now."

The impossible was about to happen. Jessica melted into a stunned Freddie's arms, her lips against his shocked mouth. She dragged her nails lightly down his smooth face, her tongue worming into his eager mouth.

He held her closely, afraid if he squeezed her she would evaporate and he would wake up from this dream-come-true.

She rubbed her body into Freddie, enjoying the feel, of his hard cock against her belly. Placing her hands on his, she brought them next to her.

Tommy watched unbelievingly. His buddy was fondling the gorgeous woman's ass! He wanted to touch it, too, but the nerve escaped him.

Jessica broke the kiss and stepped back, enjoying the passion on his face and the sight of her lipstick smeared all over his mouth. "I hope that made up for my neglect in the car."

Not knowing what to say, Freddie just stared, tasted her lipstick, inhaled her perfume.

Carefree, she kicked off her shoes. Devilment glittered in her lustrous blue eyes as she eyed the two boys. "If I told you boys a secret, would you keep it to yourselves?"

Willing to do anything she asked short of murder, they agreed.

"I'm not wearing any panties," she whispered hotly. "No bra either." She jutted out her tits. "I guess you boys could already tell that." Nipples like bullets almost popped through the jersey material.

Tommy's chest tightened, his cock palpitated wildly, his breath came in shallow pockets of air. "Prove it," he said in a rush of courage.

Jessica darted her eyes to Freddie. "Do I have to?" she pouted, reveling in their game.

Freddie nodded in agreement. He was unable to speak; his throat was clogged with the passion her kiss had created.

"I guess I'll have to," Jessica replied. She blew each boy a kiss, then turned to face the rolling pastures beyond the seclusion of the trees.

Bending over, Jessica smoothed her hands down over the cheeks of her ass, down the back of her thighs. "Does this prove to you that I'm not wearing any panties?" she panted breathlessly.

Both boys saw the unbroken line of her flesh beneath the tight jersey dress. Both cocks ached for her. With her back to them, both boys simultaneously fixed the hard-ons that had been cramped inside their jeans.

Jessica straightened up and faced them. Her face was reddened from bending over. "Was that proof enough, boys?" Her eyes flitted from one bulging hard-on to the other.

"No," Freddie muttered, overcoming his shyness.

Jessica feigned shock. "What else can I do to prove it to you?" This sex game was exciting her more than she had expected.

"Take off your dress." Freddie's words had rushed out. He was astonished at his own brashness.

Tommy looked at his friend, surprised. His head turned to Jessica, never expecting her to do what Freddie had asked.

"I shouldn't, you know," Jessica purred wantonly. Her palms were flat against her sides, ready to lift her dress. She watched both sets of eyes. The moment of truth was upon her.

Gradually, she eased her dress up her body. Both sets of eyes followed. She stopped when the hem reached the vee-shaped patch of her blonde pussy. "Do I have to?" she teased, her voice mewing seductively. She already knew their answer.

"Yes," both boys croaked as one.

"I hope you boys enjoy this," Jessica said. She knew they would.

The boys watched the dress rise, first exposing Jessica's pussy, then her full hips, trim waist, and rib cage. Movement stopped.

Hot sweeping sensations bombarded Jessica. She felt their boring eyes, even though she couldn't see them, the dress halfway over her head, blocking her view. A quick jerk, and the dress was off. Her naked, voluptuous tits bounced free. Jessica quivered in sheer delight.

With her heart lodged in her throat and her pussy seeping juice down her inner thighs, she went to the two young statues. She placed a palm on each crotch. "Don't be shy, boys. I got plenty of tittie here. Feel 'em." Her hands squeezed their hard-ons.

Tommy brought two hands to one large mass of creamy tittie meat. He squeezed and she moaned heatedly.

Freddie followed his friend's lead. With his left leg quivering nervously, he molded his fingers to the other clit. It felt soft, pliable, yet on to his mauling touch.

The boys watched the bulging tittie meat as their curling fingers manhandled the woman's tits.

Jessica let out a gasp. "I'm creaming." She squeezed their hard cocks through their jeans. "I'm creaming. I'm creaming."

She stepped back away from their mauling hands. Her breath came in short, rapid heaves. "Now it's your turn, my handsome young studs."

The boys exchanged glances. Each waited for the other.