"That looks lovely," she said.
His cock was threatening to rip right through his jeans. The big wad surged and writhed.
She started the car.
Then she looked seriously at him and said, "I never did a thing like this before, Billy. I want you to know that. I've wanted to for a long time and I've thought about it time and again, but you are the first."
Billy didn't give a damn.
"Sometimes I play with myself while I think about young men," she said with that sexy smile. "I rub myself off, Billy… I finger fuck myself and think about young boys…"
"Oh, wow," he gasped.
Even Sally McGee didn't talk like that!
"Do you know what I want to do to you, Billy?"
He shook his head, although he might have ventured a guess. He thought she wanted him to fuck her.
But he would have been wrong.
She said, "I want to suck your cock."
Billy felt faint. All his blood seemed to have rushed into his bloated pecker, depriving his brain of oxygen.
"I want to blow you," she said. "I've dreamed about blowing a young man so often… have you ever had a blow-job?"
"No," he croaked.
He had tried to stick it into Sally's mouth once, but she had told him that was disgusting.
"I think you'll like it," Marlene said.
"Yeah!"
She laughed.
"You polished my shoes… now I'm going to polish your sweet young peckerhead," she said.
She sure had a dirty mouth, thought Billy – and she wanted his cock in that dirty mouth! He was tingling with expectation and his prick felt like it was ready to ignite.
"I want you to come in my mouth, too, Billy. I want to drink your jism."
"I'm gonna come in my pants if you keep telling me things like that," the boy croaked.
"Oh, my! Don't do that," she said.
She licked her lips.
Then she put the car in gear.
An elevated highway arched over the slums so that travelers could avoid those sordid streets. Beneath the highway there was a desolate field filled with crumbling concrete and hearty weeds. Marlene had scouted the terrain earlier. Now she drove under the highway and pulled the Cadillac beside one of the pilings, very close, as if to prevent Billy from opening the door on the passenger side in case he happened to change his mind – an unlikely possibility.
She opened her handbag and took a ten dollar bill out. She handed it to the bemused boy.
"You don't have to pay me," he said.
"Oh, I want to," she said. "It makes it… naughtier that way. More depraved."
Billy didn't understand what she meant, but he folded the bill and slipped it into his pocket.
It beat shining shoes.
For a long moment they just looked at each other, both anticipating the pleasure to come.
Then she said, "I don't want you to do anything, Billy, lust relax and let me do it all."
Well, he could hardly relax, but he got the idea. He sat back in the seat and pushed his loins up.
Marlene leaned over him, her face ferocious with lust. She was literally hungry for cockmeat. She unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his jeans and then, very slowly, drew the zipper down, inch by inch. His fly gaped open in a wide triangle. He wore white cotton shorts and his cock pressed them up in a huge mound, like a ghostly prick wearing a sheet and rattling the chain of his desire.
Marlene blew her hot breath onto his cock.
She had longed for this moment so often, and now that it had arrived she was delaying, savoring the expectation. Her face was a mask of desire, eyes narrowed, lips parted. The pink tip of her tongue slid back and forth across her mouth.
Billy's cockhead was oozing preliminary cum. A wet patch appeared on his shorts.
"Ooooh," she sighed.
She slipped her fingers under the elastic band of his shorts and drew them down. She tucked them under his swollen nut-sac so that his whole vibrant cock was bared. She gazed at his prick with fascination.
His pecker towered up from his loins, the stalk fat and the knob flaring – a big mushroom-headed cock as hard as an iron bar and as hot as molten steel.
The tip was slippery with silvery cum.
"Oh my God!" she gasped. "My mouth is watering for your delicious cock."
She reached out and cupped his bloated balls in her hand. She squeezed gently, moving his hard nuts around inside the hairy sac. Her other hand folded around the root of his prick and stroked it up and down, moving just an inch or so at the base of his thick stalk.
"Don't come too quickly," she said. "Let me suck you for a long time before you shoot."
Billy couldn't guarantee that. He guessed that maybe this really was her first time with a young guy, since she thought he could hold his load back for very long.
But he could always come a second time – or a third, even. In the potency of his youth, Billy often jerked off three or four times in a row.
She blew on his cockhead.
Her head lowered and her tongue came out. Billy groaned. She licked at the air just an inch above his cock-knob, teasing him – and teasing herself, too.
She touched the tip of her tongue to the tip of his dick lightly. His cockhead was slippery with cum. She drew her tongue back and sighed, savoring the taste of his jism on her taste buds for a moment.
"Yummy," she said.
Then she began licking his cockhead with long, fluid, slurping strokes. She worked her tongue all around the knob, laying the bloated slab with saliva and lapping up the spunk that was sliding from the parted cleft.
Her lips pursed, she kissed the tip of his dick lightly. Then her lips parted slowly and she took his cock into her mouth with her lips compressed around it.
Billy moaned softly. He had never felt anything as wonderful as the tight collar of her lips on his cockhead.
Sb sucked avidly.
Cum trickled onto her tongue.
She was drooling down his cock, her saliva running onto his balls. She had just his knob inside her mouth as she sucked merrily away, at first. Then she began to bob her head up and down, feeding almost the full length of his rock-hard prick into her face. Her lips worked down almost to his balls as she moved down, then unpeeled as she sucked back up to the throbbing head.
Her tongue flashed against the underside of his shaft and knob, swirling around his prick.
Billy stared down, watching her lips pull, watching his pecker vanish in her mouth, then emerge slippery with saliva and oozing cum onto her tongue.
She pulled her lips away. His knob popped from her mouth like a cork from a bottle.
Billy stared at her dumbly, terrified that she had had enough, that she was finished.
But she had merely decided to vary her technique.
She began to lick his balls, her nimble tongue gliding over and under the swollen cum-filled sac, and then she started running her tongue up his shaft from root to knob with long fluid slurps. Temporarily abandoned, his cockhead was flaring and smoking and foaming with juice.
Marlene fitted her lips to the underside of his cockshaft and ran them up and down as if she were playing a flute.
"I can't hold it much longer!" Billy wailed.
"Give it to me, then… fill my mouth with that hot cream, Billy… let me milk your balls and drink your sweet jism, you lovely boys."
She slipped his peckerhead into her mouth again and began to suck avidly while her head bobbed up and down. She ran his cock far back into her throat, the knob lodging in her gullet so that she gasped. Then she drew her tight lips up to the crown, sucking every inch as she went.
"Come, come, come…" she purred, speaking the word around a mouthful of meat.
Billy moaned and shifted, fucking her face as it went steadily up and down on his dick.
Then he was at the crest.
He wailed and his balls erupted. The thick cock-cream rushed up his shaft.