The moment she thought of that, she was determined to do it. It was shameful, certainly, but Marlene was far too aroused to worry about that until afterwards.

And so it was that, inspired by having let Mike Parker see her cunt, Marlene had ventured into the seamy downtown streets and found Billy Wilson.

Now she was hotter than ever.

She had one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand on her smoldering cunt as she drove home. I must be crazy, she thought. Why did I do that terrible thing? Well, I wanted to is why. But why in hell did I suck him off instead of letting him fuck me? Now I've committed a wicked sin – and I'm still horny for more.

She was almost tempted to drive right back to the corner of Green and Broad and ask Billy to give her some more dick.

But she resisted the urge.

She drove into her garage and sat in the car for a few minutes, playing with her cunt with both hands. It felt so good that she didn't want to come, to end it too soon, and each time she felt the thrill starting to approach the crest she took her hands away and let her pussy cool down a bit, then started stroking it all over again.

Her crotch was so sodden that she was soaking the leather seat with cuntjuice.

She decided to go into the house and finish the hand-job in the bedroom, in comfort. When she slid out of the car, her creamy snatch squished between her legs. She felt as if her crotch were combustible, as if tongues of flame might start licking down her thighs and up her belly.

Marlene was astounded at the extent of the hot lust that was lashing through her loins. It had always made her hot to fantasize about seducing young men, but now that she had actually done it, she found that the memory was far more stimulating than the pure fantasy had been. How long was this going to last? she wondered, half-fearful of such consuming passion. Was she going to be racked by desire day after day, now that she had taken the initial step into depravity?