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.