Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 15

Jessica dropped her head down again and this time she stayed on his cock knob, not drawing away to give that slab time to cool off. Her tongue laved all over the wedge shaped crown of his cock, gliding and slurping, making lots of moist, juicy sounds. As she tongued up his goo, her saliva was washing heavily down his throbbing shaft.

Her mouth was as horny as his prick and her drool was as hot as his jizz. It was steaming from his cock, evaporating from the flaring slab.

Then she kissed the tip of his cockhead and let her lips part around it, slowly feeding the scrumptious, slimy slab into her voracious mouth.

Her cheeks indented as she sucked and billowed out as she blew down his prick. Her lips were unpeeled, collaring his cockshaft just below the knob.

Peter panted and moaned. Getting sucked felt even more wonderful than getting licked. Although the teenager had no frame of reference, he could tell instinctively that this lewd lady was a consummate cocksucker, skilled and talented and totally enthusiastic.

She exhaled down his prick and his balls swelled at the base just as if she were blowing them up via the meaty valve of his cock.

Then she inhaled so hard she seemed to be trying to breathe him right down into her lungs. She had only the head of his sweet prick in her mouth. She wasn’t bobbing up and down in the classic blowjob motion and Peter was bridged and not humping. Her magic mouth was working such wonders on his cockhead that he didn’t want to disrupt the rhythm by fucking deeper into her face, content to have her nurse his knob.

Jessica was confining her efforts to his cockhead far a valid reason, a wanton purpose. Knowing he would shoot off at any moment, she wanted his jizz to splash on her tongue, not pour straight down her throat. She wanted to taste his cum before she gulped it down.

She was sucking like a sump pump and his huge slab was throbbing savagely in her lips. As she nursed on the knob, she switched her lapper back and forth sinuously against the underside of that great meaty cockhead.

Her head turned as she twisted the collar of her lips around on his cock, winding her mouth on his prick, adding torque to the suction.

“Ummmmm! Ummnunmm!” she purred.

A huge glob of spunk soaked onto her lapper and she thought he had creamed. But his knob was still swelling and bubbling more juice out and she realized, to her joy, that she still had the full load ahead of her.

“CUUMM! Cumm!”

She panted down his cock, as if she were talking to his balls down a speaking tube. “Shoot off in my fucking mouth! Feed me spunk!”

Her pleading words came bubbling out from her soaking lips, each syllable punctuated by his greasy seepage.

“Gonna gonna…” he gasped.

“Ooooooh! Slime me!” she cried, sucking with even more gusto as she knew the end was in sight.

Those huge, hairy bags ballooned mightily, pumping like a bellows at the base of his prick.

“Here it cums, lady!” he howled.

“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” she panted.

His cock rippled as his lust lava shot up the tube and his cockhead went off like a bomb in her mouth. She sucked his prick and suddenly her mouth was full to the brim with his joy juice.

She sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked. His jizz just kept spurting out in massive doses. The redhead was drinking as fast as she could but his load was too much for even that avid mouth and throat. Spunk spilled from her lips and dribbled down her chin.

“Uhhhhh! Uffff!” she gurgled as she gulped clown his boiling oil and sucked or more.

It was like having a fire extinguisher go off in her mouth, spraying her with a foaming deluge, carpeting her tongue with cum. He squirted into her cheeks, hosed her throat, shot a wad against the arched roof of her mouth. Her tongue was submerged in a sea of steaming slime.

His cherry fuck juice was so scrumptious that she wanted to drink it for hours. Her belly was already sloshing with his slime yet she kept on voraciously milking more from his cock, insatiable in her hunger.

Staring down his prick, she watched as his balls gradually subsided, going slack as they emptied.

“Don’t stop!” she gurgled. “I love it! Keep shooting off keep feeding me!”

But at long last Peter was drained.

He slumped back, looking as if he had been poleaxes by passion, cadged by his cumming.

Jessica continued to suckle, nursing the last feeble slime trickles from his pisshole. Then she folded her hand around his cockshaft and fucked up and down, pumping out a few last drops by hand action.

She kept her mouth on him until she was certain she had it all, and then she drew away, smiling happily, her lips dripping with goo.

She winked at him, showing him her coated tongue, then ducked back down and used that nimble lapper to gather up the stray drops that had escaped her lips and trickled down his cock. She slurped some from his balls.

His balls were deflated now, but his prick was still promisingly firm, still standing rampant and hardly softened at all. His cockhead was glowing like a well polished purple gemstone, slick with her saliva.

“Nice?” she purred.

“Jeez, lady, you’re a great cocksucker!” he rasped, paying her a fine and welcome compliment. But she knew that, of course. She had a hot mouth and gave head with instinctive skill and inbred enthusiasm. She kept in practice, as well. She dove on his cock again, sucking on the gleaming, knob for a few sweet moments, treasuring the taste of his cock even though it was devoid of cum now. She wanted to make sure that his prick was as hot and as hard as she could make it.

But that took no effort at all. Peter’s potent prick was not about to go limp and when there was more action to be had, more work for his steely tool, more odd jobs to be done.

With his cockhead in her lips, Jessica slowly turned her head, her mouth swiveling on the pivot of his prick, so that she could see the clock an the wall.

She had an hour before her kids got home. That was plenty of time to fuck this virile boy a few times, she figured.

How her son would love to see that!

The thought hit her like a thunderbolt.