Take a risk

You can see a devilish glint in Mr. Wood's eyes as he gazes at your budding body.

"Oh, no...," you protest softly.

He lowers his hand and pulls aside the crotch of your bikini bottoms. He slides thick fingers up and down your slit. You gasp so loudly that you fear Mrs. Cleft might have heard.

You bite your lips and gaze up at Mr. Wood. His fingers are working wonders on your increasingly juicy little cunt.

"I know that look," he says with a smile "It's that same look when I first made love to you on my bed."

He holds your face in his hand and leands down to lick the side of your cheek. His thick tongue drags across your face to your lips and you let him **** it into your mouth. All this time with Mr. Wood really has brought out a devil in him.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"She really is persistent," he says, breaking the kiss.

He gently pushes you back onto the couch, laying you on your back, just below the window. The back of your head might be visible if Mrs. Cleft walked around to your front yard. With eager hands, Mr. Wood peels off your bikini bottoms and stops for a moment to take in the site. He smiles down at you, stretched out, your big tits barely contained by the bikini top, your legs parted and your teenage pussy ready for him to plant more of his seed in your womb.

Mr. Wood chuckles and then drops his shorts to reveal his thick cock, already stiff as a board. He steps up to your head and slaps your gently on the lips with the underside of his prick.

You smile slightly and open your mouth. He accepts the invitation, parting your lips further as he thrusts the fat head across your tongue. You bathe him with your tongue and slurp up and down his meaty length a few times.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Jeez, Sara's wearing a low top," he remarks as you bob your full lips around his prick. "When she knocks those big tits jiggle."

You open your eyes and notice Mr. Wood has a clear view of the front door as he is standing there. Mrs. Cleft would have the same view. All she would have to do is turn her head to the right and see Mr. Wood looking out the window.

Realizing she might also have a view of the blowjob you're giving the older man you nearly **** on his cock and struggle to pull your mouth away. Mr. Wood gently but firmly holds your head still and thrusts his hips a bit to encourage you. With a bit of effort you swallow your anxiety (and a gulp of his precum) and continue to slather his schlong in your spit.

The only sounds are the soft "shhh-lurp" of each downward suck and the repeated knock of Mrs. Cleft at the door.

"Hello?" She cries. "I know someone is in there!"

Your cheeks hollow around Mr. Wood's cockhead. He groans quietly and strokes your face.

"I'm not going anywhere," Mrs. Cleft proclaims.

You look up at Mr. Wood, his fat prick buried between your lips, and you wonder how far he's willing to take this.