Anyway, the oldest of the men went out to the van, I assumed to get something.  A phone, maybe?  He comes back with a young kid, maybe 17 years old who he said was his son.  Well, this boy was clearly wasting a lot of talent in the trades.  He knew it, too, and he was a little cocky.  He nodded at me and said "How you doing?"  Long, thick dark hair in a ponytail and ice blue eyes that met mine and then looked right through the towel with no shame.  He smiled and said "I could probably understand what it is you want."  I said, "Excuse me?" with mock indignation and he laughed and said "The bricks?  What you want to do with the bricks.  Show me."

 So we went into the great room and I crouched down near the fireplace.  He looks down and says "Yeah.  I'd like to know what's under there myself."  He looked down at my chest when he said this.  "Sometimes in these old houses they'd put things under the hearth when they were building the place.  Never know what you'll find."  I asked him if he'd seen a lot of old houses like this working with his dad.  He smiled and said "It's a learning experience.  I got to learn a lot of things I'd never find out at trade school.  This is the best way to do it.  Been doing this since I was a kid, pretty much."

 His father and the other guy were going back and forth from the van, speaking Polish and not really watching us.  I right away had the feeling that me and this kid connected.  We were in our own little bubble of attraction and we both knew it.  Before the conversation had a chance to turn boring I thought I'd test the waters and see if he felt what I felt.  I dropped the towel "accidentally."  He laughed.  I said, "Take a look at this" and pulled my bottoms aside showing him the pink, ripe lips of my pussy.  It was a hell of a lot of fun doing this with his dad right puttering around less than ten feet away.  I made it a little game to see if I could get him to pop a boner with his dad in the room.  He'd played this game before, the little punk, and he says "I know you want to see the tool, don't you?"  What a bold kid, I thought, but the comment made me laugh.  He bent over and whispered right in my ear, "You want to fuck me, don't you?"  I said "Feel this.  That's your answer." and I put his hand inside the bottoms where he could feel how wet I was.

 He licked his lips and said "I think it's time for lunch.  Nothing like a hot wet wifey pussy in my mouth.  I want to see you shiver and kick and tell me not to stop eating it."  That's it, I thought.  Time to ditch the old men and feed this boy some pussy.  The young ones sometimes aren't as good for fucking because they shoot their load too soon and then drop out, but they'll slobber and nibble on my cunt for as long as they can hold their heads up.  And I had it in my mind to get a good grip on that ponytail and feed this kid for as long as I could get away with it.

 So he just walked over to his dad who was laying out the chisels and says "Dad, I got it covered.  She just wants the hearth torn out and the bricks saved for the other fireplace they're doing.  I'm sure I can do this one myself.  You guys take the van to the next job and I'll call you when I'm done."  I expected a disagreement but I saw the old man actually wink at the kid and tell him good luck.  I about shit.

 He comes back and says "You got what you wanted, lady, but you're gonna have to fuck my dad when he gets back.  Hope that's okay with you.  Don't worry, he looks just like me from the waist down."  He laughed.  "Just kidding."  Hey, whatever.  I wanted to mash myself into this smooth young face and come a few times good and hard before my husband got in.

 The old guys packed up a few things, hollered their goodbyes and were gone.  That easy.  This was a routine for this child.  He looks at me and says "What's my job?  I have to eat you out, right?  Take off that bikini thing and straddle my face."  I did what he said, but I warned him to watch out.  "I'm a soaker, kid.  You're going to have my juice running down your chin and neck and your whole face is going to be wet.  And I can come five or six times in an hour.  Can you take it?"  He says "Lady, just shut up and try me.  Get on already."  Never had I been with a teenager that was this bold.  No sweaty palms here, no nervousness, no hurry up and fuck bullshit.  He knew how to do a woman.

 First he blew warm air on my clit for what felt like forever.  I tried to push myself in his mouth, but he said "Hey, woman, wait.  You aren't gonna have a little tremor here, I want to take it slow and make you fuckin explode.  Let me do my thing here."  This kid, I tell you.  Then he darted his tongue at my clit really fast and stopped.  Torture.  He went around back and licked my asshole which almost made me cum but he slapped my ass hard and then put his finger up inside it.  He put his mouth on my cunt and blew air inside.  Hard.  I tried to say something but he pulled away and said "Shut up." and went back to filling my cunt with air.  It felt like a giant cock pressing hard on every inch of my pussy.  And with his finger in my asshole, I felt like every part of me was full and ready to burst.  I started riding his face.  He put his tongue in.  Far.  In and then back out to suck the clit.  I could feel it building up and I didn't want to let myself go over the edge.  I'd ride and then stop, ride and then stop, but I then I couldn't quit and it was too much to take, the juices were running and my legs were quivering.  I looked down and saw his long hair and his young face and my hands pulling him to me and that was it.  I was over the edge.  I burst.  I screamed as the spasms shook me.  My whole body was pussy, spasming hard and shaking.  Then, the little flutter that comes at the end instead of dying down all of a sudden turned into more hard spasms.  It was a multiple!  Holy shit.  I pushed his head away and ordered him to fuck me.

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