Bob Wallace - Hot willing housewife

Jessica didn't have to swallow the first delicious wad. It splashed against the back of her throat and oozed down her gullet. The next squirting flow filled her cheeks.

Freddie humped into her face. His legs stiffened. His fists pounded the ground. Quick jabs. Spurting wads. He sucked in air noisily. Her mouth had turned his prick into a fiery pole. He plunged up and skewered her throat.

Jessica sucked with joy. She drank at his squirting fountain. His cum gushed from her lips, ran down his shaft, and formed a puddle in his cock hair. She swallowed, held her head steady and allowed the boy to pound her face.

"Aghhhhh!" His back arched, his neck strained, and his eyes bulged. She was sucking his balls dry!

Jessica's mouth turned Freddie into a twisting, moaning hulk of flesh. One deep suck. Another load spewed from his pisser. Cum gushed from her nose. It was coming too fast! The boy was an ocean of cum. It kept spurting into her face.

She gagged, choking on his voluminous cum. She opened her eyes and watched his groin slam into her lips. Blurred images. She was dizzy. Her mouth clamped tight and she overpowered him.

Freddie roared and fell back with a thud, his ass still jerking as she drained his nuts. "Noooo!" Her mouth had turned brutal. "Noooo!"

Jessica didn't stop. She dined on his cock, chewing it as it started to shrink in her mouth. His protests reached the fog of her lust. She stopped, pulled her mouth off his cock, and collapsed. "God!"

She caught her breath and saw both boys staring at her. "You want to change this time?" She winked. "I'll suck you, Tommy, while Freddie fucks me."

The boys grinned. Tommy was already hard and Freddie would soon be the same after watching Jessica suck Tommy off.

An hour later, Jessica dropped two very tired, but happy boys off in Farmingdale, then headed home.

Jessica hurried out of her bedroom. The shower had washed away all of the cum and she wanted to get out of the house before Roger came home. As far as she was concerned, the account still wasn't balanced – she still owed him. Three months of constant neglect wasn't erased that quickly.

Wearing summer shorts and matching terry top, she left the house and hurried to her car. Darting eyes searched up and down the street.

Roger's car was not in sight. Heaving a sight of relief, she climbed behind the wheel and sparked the motor to life.

Roger turned onto Elm and was three houses away from home when he spotted Jessica recklessly backing out of the driveway. He hit the brake. "Where the fuck is she going in such a Goddamn hurry?" He decided to follow.

Slowly accelerating, he kept his distance, his curiosity mounting.

With the gas station attendants smile in her mind, Jessica drove in that direction, unaware that Roger was behind her. Unlike the last time, she stopped at the intersection and glanced both ways, then eased slowly across, pulling into the gas station.

Roger waited at the corner, his motor running, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel.

"Hi, Clayton," Jessica said, giving him her best smile. "Remember me?" She climbed out of the car, blatantly displaying her lush body to the ogling gas station attendant.

"How could I forget?" Clayton replied. His eyes traveled up her legs to her beautiful face. He grinned.

As they talked, Roger groaned in the confines of his car. "Jesus Christ, she's dressed like a tramp!" His fingers tightened around the steering wheel, the knuckles white. "What the hell is she up to?" Eyes on his wife, Roger was sure she was flirting. "Damn!"

"I'll have to look at it inside," Clayton said to Jessica. "It sounds like it might be your carburetor. If you got some time, I can look at it now."

"I would really appreciate it," Jessica gushed. "You want me to drive it inside for you?"

Clayton's eyes burned into Jessica's large mounds of tittie meat that strained to be free. "Drive it straight to the back of the shop."

Roger's face changed when he saw Jessica drive into the garage. "Shit, there's nothing wrong with her car. What's that bitch up to?" Roger sat steaming for a minute and saw the grinning mechanic follow Jessica's car inside.

Roger waited a moment longer, cunt the motor, climbed out of the car. He was determined to spy on her.

Clayton walked in front of Jessica's car. "Shut the motor off and unlock the hood." He didn't think there was anything wrong with the car, but it wouldn't hurt to look. Besides, she was one sexy bitch and coming on pretty strong. Maybe the bitch was horny and wanted some cock. He was game.

Roger darted across the entrance to the garage. Confident that he had remained unnoticed, Roger went to one of the dirty windows and peered in. Across the garage, he saw Jessica getting out of her car, then sidle up close to the attendant who was peering under the hood. Roger's mouth formed an ugly snarl. His hands balled into fists.

Jessica made sure her hip was touching Clayton. "I hope it's not going to be expensive," she purred.

Clayton felt the delightful pressure of her body and the familiar smell of her perfume, remembering the twenty dollar bill. "Just a simple adjustment," the mechanic replied. "Here, look for yourself."

Bending her head under the hood, Jessica looked at the greasy motor. "I don't see anything."

Clayton had straightened up. His eyes were dining on her ass where the shorts had crept up her fantastic crack. Her ass cheeks were peeking out deliciously.

Jessica kept looking under the hood, knowing Clayton was admiring her ass. She gave it a slight wiggle for pleasure.

Clayton palmed her ass with his big hand. "You got one sweet-looking ass, lady."

"Whewww," Jessica squealed in delight. "You shouldn't do that." She pressed back into his hand for one brief moment then came out from under the hood, turned around to face Clayton.

"You liked it, didn't ya?" Clayton laughed slightly.

"Maybe." She held his deep-set eyes with her own. "You're supposed to fix my carburetor, not feel my ass."

"Shit, baby!" His voice was deep, raspy, guttural. "Shit… the way you were shaking it, I thought you wanted me to touch it."

Jessica's breathing was shallow. Her tits heaved, with each jagged breath. The nipples of her overripe tits swelled under the material of her summer tap. "You're pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?"

He stared at her tits. "When they come on strong like you." He reached for her.

Jessica giggled, dunked under his arm and stepped away. "I'm only interested in getting my car fixed," she teased.

She was enjoying herself. At the same time she wondered how far she could push the rugged mechanic before she had to spread her legs for him. Not that she didn't want to spread them, but the game was almost as much fun as getting fucked.

"You were flaunting it the first time you came in today," he said, walking toward her, a confident grin on his face.

"Did you think about me after I left?" She stepped around her car, her pussy, seeping, wetting the crotch of her tight terry shorts.

"Uh, huh," he said. He took her slim wrist and pulled her close. "When you came back, I knew you wanted to get fucked!"

She melted into his arms. "Did you get hot while you cleaned my windshield!" She giggled. "You eyes were bulging."

He rubbed her groin into hers, his hard-on flat against her soft belly. "You're a sexy bitch. I hope you're not one of them prick teasers: promise the world and then don't deliver."

"I deliver what I promise," she said, caressing his face. She rocked her hips. "Your cock feels like a tree trunk against me."

He crushed his mouth to hers, big splayed hands dropped to her wiggling ass. He cupped her rounded asscheeks and squeezed them through the soft terry. He moaned deep in his throat.