Suddenly Marlene's mouth was filled with cum.
"Ooooh!" she wailed.
She gulped the delicious cream down as fast as she could, making room for his second geyser. Billy lashed his jism into her mouth with gusto. As much as she was gulping, he poured such a load into her that her mouth overflowed. Cum bubbled from her lips and trickled in a thick ribbon down his stalk, then her lips slid down and gathered it up again.
Her cheeks hollowed in. She pulled on him with her lips and her tongue flashed back and forth. He shot a third spurt into her face, then sank back, his cockhead still pouring the cum out, but under less pressure now, laying the oil onto her tongue in a steady trickle.
She sucked ravenously, milking every drop of jism from his cock and swallowing it joyfully.
At last he was finished.
Marlene continued to suck until his cock began to soften and diminish in her mouth, and then she used her skillful tongue to gather up a few stray drops that had run down his shaft and onto his balls.
She leaned back, smiling with creamy lips, looking happy and contented.
"Oh, that was lovely," she whimpered. "I love to drink cum… I adore your sweet spunk, Billy."
She licked her lips.
"It was swell," he said.
She gazed thoughtfully at him for a moment, her tongue still gliding across her lips, although she had already lapped up every drop of jism.
"I really never did a thing like this before," she told him – as if that were important.
Then she gave a little shrug. She had stopped smiling. She reached down and tucked his cock back into his shorts and zipped him up. Then she kissed him affectionately on the mouth.
He had never been kissed by a cocksucker before, especially not directly after a cock had been sucked, but it was his cock so he didn't mind.
He said, "You can do it again, if you want."
She seemed to be considering it.
But then she said, "I'd better not."
"Well… anytime you want to do it again I mean, you don't have to pay me or nothing."
"Who knows?" she said.
She started the car and drove him back to the corner of Green and Broad. She said nothing all the way there, concentrating on driving the car, perhaps – or thinking about what she had done.
But when she drew up to the curb, she said, "I suppose I'll see you again, Billy. If you want me to."
"Oh, yeah!"
"I shouldn't… but I'd be silly to think that I won't want to do it again. Maybe next time I'll take you home with me. You can fuck my cunt, Billy. Would you like that? I could suck your cock first and then you could fuck me and shoot up my cunt and make me come, too."
Billy, dizzy at the thought, nodded dumbly. Marlene seemed to be getting inspired again by her own words. Billy half-expected her to drive right back to the elevated highway. She was squirming in the seat, but then she said, "I have to go now… I want to get home before my husband does."
Billy gulped.
She was married!
She had cuckolded her husband – in her mouth!
Somehow that was a very erotic thought. It made what they'd done seem even more wicked – and more desirable because it was so wicked.
He wondered if she would kiss her husband before she brushed her teeth. Maybe she wouldn't brush her teeth at all. She sure seemed to like the taste of cum and maybe she would want it to linger all day.
Billy got out of the car.
His cock was almost hard again and he knew that he was going to have to whack off about a dozen times that night while he remembered what happened.
Marlene smiled at him and drove off.
He sure hoped he would see her again.
CHAPTER TWO
Well, she had done it. She had finally done it.
Marlene had thought and dreamed about seducing a young boy for so long that it hardly seemed possible that she had really gone through with it. She ran her tongue across her lower lip – as if to taste the proof of her sin.
Now, driving home, she felt ashamed, embarrassed and filled with regret. She had resisted the urge in the past and now that she had succumbed she wished that she hadn't. She felt wicked and depraved.
But despite that, she could not deny the fact that she had simply adored sucking on his splendid young cock and swallowing the abundant cream of his potency when he had poured it into her mouth. Even as she regretted having done it, she wondered if it was a thing that she would ever do again. Would she be satisfied now that she had milked a boy's cock – or would the treat simply make her long for young cock all the more?
God! If her husband ever found out! But there was no way he would ever find out. Marlene was sure as hell not going to tell him. Confession would do her no good. It was a thing she'd simply had to do and she'd done it. Now she was worried about the future.
She might get into the habit. Maybe young dicks were habit-forming, addictive – she might need another dose of teenage prick like a junky needs drugs.
As she drove home her pussy was smoldering like a glowing ember between her slick thighs.
Should she have fucked the boy, instead of sucking him off. Or both, maybe. A good fuck would have satisfied her hot cunt, no doubt of that – but the moment she had seen the good looking shoeshine boy, she had been filled with a raging desire to take his load in her mouth. After she had milked him, the shame and remorse had come upon her so quickly that there had been no thought of getting her own pussy taken care of.
Well, she could always give herself a hand job when she got home, she figured, or wait for, her husband to get home and fuck her. While she thought about the youth, she felt both guilty and stimulated at the same time. It would be wicked to pretend that her husband was a teenage boy – but thrilling, too.
She stopped for a traffic light.
While she waited, she ran her fingertips up the inside of her slick thigh and then brushed them lightly over her naked steaming snatch. Her cunt was already open and creamy. The moment, she touched it, it began to sizzle.
God, I'm depraved, she thought.
But she wasn't at all sure that she didn't feel a bit proud of her depravity.
Marlene Metcalf and her husband, Charles, lived in the suburbs. They had been married for seven years and they were quite happy together. Marlene was twenty-eight. Charles was thirty. She had never cheated on him before, and she didn't think that he had ever been unfaithful to her, either.
But then there had come that compelling desire to seduce a young boy. It had begun mildly enough, as just another masturbation fantasy, along with certain other ones – a handsome film star, a lesbian encounter, a gang-bang – things she had never done but found exciting to contemplate while playing with her pussy. But the fantasy about a young man soon drove all the other away. It became compelling; Marlene found herself fingerfucking herself twice a day, thinking of young cock as she did so.
She never imagined what the boy would look like – not his features, that is. In her fantasy his face was blank. But he was young and slim and had a big prick and he was hot for her – just like Billy Wilson.
Only vaguely had Marlene speculated upon the reasons for her strange fixation. She was not an introspective sort of woman and she did not look for deep meanings behind, her behavior or seek some trauma in her youth as a cause. She thought that anyone who went to a psychiatrist was crazy – and that he went because he was crazy, but that he was crazy to go – and she took Freud and his ilk with a grain of salt.
She wanted to suck off a young boy simply because it was such a thrilling thing to do, and she looked for no motivation or justification beyond that simplicity.
But she did know what had pushed her to actually doing it today, instead of merely thinking about it while she played with her cunt.