"I won't tell her, if you won't," he said.

Without hesitation, she squeezed his bulging hard-on. The contact made her hungry cunt pulse. "God, your cock feels like it's made of iron."

"Would you like to go in the house and find out?" he said in a coarse, husky voice. Her squeezing hand tightened his gut, made his balls ache.

She gave him a wide-eyed, impish stare. "Why don't I find out right here, Frank?"

A roguish grin crossed his face. He called her bluff. "Go ahead."

She played with his zipper, slowly lowering it. "It's the best offer I've had in months," she whispered. The words were barely heard past her lips.

Once the zipper was down, Jessica's deepblue eyes studied Frank's rugged face. "Are you sure you want me to take your cock out?" Her syrupy tone challenged him.

A husky grunt of assent rumbled deep in his throat. For a fleeting second, his eyes shifted to his house in a flash of panic.

Jessica noticed. "You looking for Ellen?" He shook his head. "Nah, she won't be back for hours."

"Good," Jessica breathed. Her fingers teased playfully at his opened pants, tormenting him as well as herself.

Frank's gaze fell to her circling fingers at his zipper. "Don't tell me you're chickening out."

"Oh no, Frank," she mewed. To prove her point, her warm fingers went inside his pants. Delicately, her nails scratched his stiff hard-on.

Frank's breath came out in a hiss. His hips jerked automatically.

"Anxious, huh?" she said.

"Take it out," he grunted.

Hauling out his giant cock, she complied. "It's gorgeous, Frank."

Blue eyes bulged. Her tongue passed across her lips in hungry anticipation. Her fingertip smoothed a path down his cockshaft, following the crooked lines of his blood-gorged veins.

In a quick, surprising move, she swathed his bloated cockhead with her mouth, her tongue spreading saliva. "Mmmmm, did you like that, Frank?" She looked up at him, her eyes showed her passion.