Chapter 1

Wanda Falcon felt exactly like the slut she was, and she thought for a moment about why she liked the sound of that word, why it felt good to whisper to herself. Women in her social position who spoke properly only dared to use it in hushed tones to gossip about their worst enemy. Maybe it was their hypocrisy that brought a sultry smile to her full sensuous mouth.

In complete control, she put her XKE into a four-wheel drift around the corner onto a graded dirt road; there was no rush, because she had allowed more than enough time. Jack had kept the sedan, giving her, Todd, and Tina the use of the machine she adored, and which she handled with such skill. It was a natural gesture for Jack, her husband of less than two years. He stayed in El Centro in the blazing heat, running the farm machinery business he had spent years building and commuting to Brawley ten miles away, while she and his children enjoyed the benefits of his toil at their vacation house on the Salton Sea.

What a great looking guy he was ... at nearly fifty, he still had a great body -- and knew it. He also knew his failings, which he was mature enough to confide in his passionate young wife. He didn't find such talk easy, but once -- with a few Scotches under his belt -- he brought himself to tell her the truth and beg for help. That's why they were already there in June, instead of July as they had planned.

Although she didn't make a big thing of it, there was a certain amount of relief when she found that she was not the only one in the marriage with some far-out ideas. And his were taboo by every law of man and nature. Still she could understand how he felt about Tina.

Tina was a gorgeous girl. .. not in the ordinary pretty sense, but voluptuously, excitingly beautiful, and she was only fifteen . .. and his own daughter!

Wanda smiled to herself, tugging at her flimsy little skirt to pull it under her thighs so they wouldn't stick so badly to the leather upholstery as she bumped along the road. She thought for a second about how much hotter still it was where Jack was. She felt very much in control. She was driving on their very own private roadway that led from the Interstate 8 to the cottage. Only Kaleb and his family lived on their land at the end of the road ... Kaleb Johnson. Lord, the thought of him was enough to run shivers down her back, even in the heat.

It was a name she had heard numbers of times .. . Kaleb Johnson. Jack had often spoken of him with a weird kind of respect, then went on to say that he looked after his place near

Brawley. Now, he, with his twin sons, was clearing the land along the lake in preparation for the speed boat dock Jack wanted built for water skiing. That very morning she had said to him, "Save that tamarisk, Mr. Johnson. It'll hide the dock and still give us a nice view of the lake."

"If the Lord wills it, Mrs. Falcon, it will stay," he had answered, his booming voice sounding like it came from an echo chamber.

And she hadn't answered. She stared a moment at him, then quietly left.

Now, in a very few minutes, she was planning to seduce his teenaged son! Lord, the utter madness of it, she thought, trying to understand what made her so cock-sure. Then the words themselves -- "cock-sure" -- returned the wry smile to those lips which for a minute had been tensed with questioning. It was lust, of course it was, but she wasn't ashamed. It wasn't perversion. She would not, under any circumstances, try to seduce her own step-son, Todd. She had drawn the line there in her own mind and would not step over it.

Lord! It didn't hurt anyone, did it? Kaleb's boys were young and vibrant, with hard virile members that were eager to be sucked down into the depths of her throat, so she could taste their sperm . .. their young fresh cum . . . ! The ultimate . . . their screaming moment of youthful ejaculation! And if that was perversion, then she was walking a tight rope, balancing the curse of her depravity. She wasn't sure.

A week ago she had reached the disquieting age of-thirty; her frosted hair, tanned body, and youthful proportions did much to hide the truth. Wanda was fully conscious of her erotic charms.. .,in fact, hadn't she used them with tormenting success among the male members of the Desert Country Club? And once she had to pay the price too, but she refused to let the memory of that one ghastly episode spoil her quiet moments of sexual anticipation ... !

Both were such good-looking boys ... Bruin and Brian Johnson ... identical twins of perhaps fifteen. Husky, young, sandy-haired Adonises, she could have cared less which one came along. The presence, or perhaps the absence, of the burn mark on Brian's arm would let her know who was who. And there was little doubt that her clever ploy would work; at least well enough to get things started. The rest, as. always, would rely on her ability as a seductress. In a way she enjoyed the game as much as the sex act itself.

Since their own arrival at the cottage two days ago, when she found the father and sons there working, Wanda had felt the forbidden desire for their youthful bodies growing within her. While her stepdaughter and son spent their time on the ski boat, she had occupied a chaise-longue on the terrace where she could tan her lushly ripened breasts by removing the straps of her bikini top and slipping the brassiere down to the top edge of her nipples. She studied and admired the movements of the boys as they worked, and was aware of the adolescent desire apparent in the furtive glances which she pretended not to notice. She knew she had turned them on. At the same time she feared the tight-lipped smirk of their father when she happened to catch his eye. That wiry thin man terrified her; still, she could not let his Puritanism wreck her plan.

She had found out yesterday that every day one of the boys drove their pickup truck home around ten o'clock in the morning, and again around two-thirty in the afternoon. The reason for the early trips, Wanda assumed, was to pick up their hot lunches; while in the afternoon, one of them drove Anna, their sixteen year old sister, into Imperial for the groceries. It was the afternoon trip that would be easier, and that would allow the most time for what she had in mind...

And right now Wanda realized the moment was near. She brought the XK-E to a stop on the ditch bank some thirty yards from the narrow farm road that marked the limit between cultivated land and the natural desert brush. A glance in the rearview mirror showed no sign of the truck so far. A warm wave of physical excitement was already rising in an implacable tide up between her thighs. She opened the door and got out, the dry desert air playing gently with her silver-streaked brown hair. The heat of the day added to the warmth already present in her eager body. Without hesitation, she started to drain the gas tank.

Anna Johnson had decided to walk up along the ditch bank to meet her brother it was such a lovely day and she enjoyed wandering alone through the chaparral. Besides, she needed its calming effect. She had left the house and its dull surroundings early to allow herself extra time for this tiny pleasure which even her prudish father could find no way to deny her. And once among the tamarisks and the yucca, her depression usually lifted immediately.

She was a strangely pretty girl for sixteen, even in the Thrift Shop clothes which her penny-pinching father made her wear, not only to save money, but to hide the enticing contours of her firm young body. She did the best she could to re-style them along the lines of what other girls were wearing; taking them in at the waist, and raising the hem as far as her courage allowed. For some reason, Kaleb didn't ever make her undo them, even though he obviously noticed. She would occasionally find his curiously disturbing eyes watching her, especially when he went over his limit of two beers.

While her brothers had inherited their mother's solid build, Anna had inherited her petite frame from her father's side of the family. Her hair was long and wispy, a style which was fashionable now, and one that her father accepted because it was plain. Her complexion was flawless, and her long lashes needed no mascara to frame her almost lavender eyes. They were eyes that would have seemed romantic and hopeful, were they not dulled by the fearfulness and insecurity of her narrow-minded father.

She could barely remember her mother who had died ten years before in that very same shabby little house. But what Anna could piece together in her mind of that dear woman was the exact opposite of what her father would have her and her brothers believe ... that is, that their mother had taken an over-dose rather than live a God-fearing life as a mother and a wife ... and it was during his beer-busts that he rambled on about it, spitting his self-righteousness at the three of them, almost accusing them of some perverted or immoral act, while his own wild eyes devoured the nubile young body of his daughter in a way that made her feel embarrassed and sometimes even ashamed. Then he would go up to Palm Springs for a few days.

In fact, Anna even started condemning herself for allowing her own body to become excited. When the warm feeling would unexpectedly start pulsing up between her legs as she lay in bed at night, she would softly stroke the moist and sensitive flesh inside her tight young vaginal slit... stroking and caressing in narcissistic excitement until the tremendous rushing release came to her ... But she didn't make a habit of it, and recently she had forced herself to control it; her walks through the brush helping whenever she felt the mounting urge. That was one of the reasons she left the house early today to meet whichever of the twins would come to drive her into Imperial. Already she had begun to relax.

The narrow, two-lane farm roads made a curve from behind her father's house to the private Falcon road about a quarter of a mile away, leaving a small piece of desert for snakes and other desert creatures. Anna strolled leisurely, feeling comfortable at last. She would be O.K. now she was sure, at least until tonight in the darkness of her bedroom where she would have to fight the feeling again ...

Abruptly the young girl halted as she heard an odd noise in front of her. Cocking her head to one side she waited. It sounded like water, a gurgling! Then she caught sight of the dark green sports car parked beside the private road. It was the Falcon car, the long low expensive Jaguar XK-E that Todd and Tina Falcon had been driving when she saw them yesterday afternoon in Imperial. And that was Mrs. Falcon standing near the rear bumper. What was she doing? ... A flat tire, perhaps ... ? But no... What in the name of heaven ... ? She was standing near the gas tank, and the ground around was all wet...! Maybe she had driven over a rock and torn out the gas tank!

Interested, Anna moved behind a tamarisk tree to hide as she watched. The memory of Todd Falcon, the day before, and his quiet good looks was on her mind. He couldn't be much over seventeen and was just home from Mexico where he .had been studying archeology, his unapproachable sister had said proudly while she clung to his arm. This open show of affection had surprised her; mostly, she imagined, because her own father would look on it as a sure sign of an incestuous relationship. Now, as she watched Mrs. Falcon turn around and smile to herself, she noticed that she was wiping grease off her hands with a Kleenex. Anna realized that she was as strikingly beautiful as her blonde-haired stepdaughter... Obviously she was not her real mother. She was too good-looking herself... perhaps twenty-five or so ... and

Anna had seen Mr. Falcon when he had come to their house right after buying the Salton Sea place to ask her father to look after it for him. Wow, he was old enough, it seemed, to be her father... !

Whatever it was she had been doing with the car made no sense to Anna, and with the inherent curiosity of a teenager, she decided to stay around and find out.

Wanda didn't have long to wait before the Johnson's white El Camino appeared. Quickly she kicked dry dirt to cover the gas leak on the ground, then took a pose with one hand on her hip in disgust. As the pickup approached, it slowed down and stopped. She looked over with a big smile and greeted the sandy-haired boy with the clean white T-shirt who quickly jumped out of the stopped car. She saw no scar on his arm; it was Bruin.

"Trouble, Mrs. Falcon?"

"Wouldn't you know I'd run out of gas miles from the nearest station?" Wanda said. "God, am I lucky to find you! I was afraid no one would come for hours."

The sun-tanned boy answered with a bashful grin, "No problem, ma'am, we always carry a spare five gallons," he said, quickly getting the plastic container from the rear of the truck.

My Lord, he was such a desirable young boy! Wanda thought, her warm gray eyes devouring his youthful masculinity at close range, while she held out her well-manicured hands in a typical gesture of female helplessness. "Honestly, I don't know, Bruin," she said, clearly pronouncing his name to establish intimacy, and to assure him that she knew which of the twins she was speaking to. The reaction she saw, even as he held his head low with embarrassment, indicated that she had said the right thing by recognizing him.

"I'll put it in," he stuttered, rubbing the palms of his hands against the khaki wash pants that covered his strong youthful thighs. "Y-You just take it easy and I'll have the tank filled in a couple of minutes."

For a moment Wanda watched quietly, noticing how capable he was. She handed him the keys and pointed out the cover to the hidden gas cap so he wouldn't have to hunt around for it and thereby disclose his lack of experience with fancy foreign sports cars. The excitement increased inside Wanda at his every movement. She was hardly aware of the tiny lascivious smile reflecting off her wetly parted lips, or the mounting gleam visible in her eyes as they watched the powerfully developing muscles of his tanned arms below the tiny sleeves of his T-shirt. Then, as he struggled nervously with the can's long slender nozzle, trying to start the flow of gas into the tank, she could only think of how the flexible nozzle resembled a penis; and she wondered if the innocent teenaged boy's self-consciousness would make it equally difficult for him to put his virile young cock inside her when the time came. Then as he lifted the can to let the last few drops of gasoline run into the tank, she saw the golden thatch of hair in his armpit, and the erotic sight caused additional fermentations to race through her moistly throbbing vagina.

"You're a darling to do this for me, Bruin," she said, her words immediately making even his tanned face blush once again. "Maybe . .. maybe I can do something to repay you ..."

"Heck . . . that isn't right, Mrs. Falcon," he managed. "Pa would sure be mad at me if I didn't help a lady, especially you, Mrs. Falcon." Then, looking at her, he quickly added, "But that's not the reason ... I mean, well, I'm glad to be of help to you . . . like this, that is ... "

Wanda couldn't help but smile openly at his embarrassment. "I know exactly what you mean, Honey." She paused intentionally for a moment. "But... do you know what I mean . . . ?"

Again he looked up at her from his position over the gas tank, his clean-cut face blank at first, its expression of curiosity and confusion reminding her that he was just a kid, and that in her lust for him, she was moving too quickly . . .

But with every passing moment, Bruin's mind was regaining its ability to reason. His hands began to get a grip on the stubborn gas cap, while his brain tried to grasp what he had just heard.

What the hell had she meant? The funny look in her eyes. . . that sensuous smile on her anxious face .. .and if he turned around again, and looked at her sitting on the ground against the stump of a fallen tree, he knew he would be looking right up in under that flimsy skirt she was wearing, because he just had! Jeez! He'd seen the soft tan flesh of her naked thighs and the tiny film of black panties covering her pussy. She had to know it too! God, Pa would kill him if he ever ... !

"Tell me, Honey, is your dad as rough as he seems?" he heard her question softly.

Bruin didn't move his fixed eyes from the gas cap cover that he. was finally closing, but he answered her. "Pa has his own ideas about life ... and yeah, they are strict."

"Does he allow you to go out with girls ... or Anna to date boys?"

That caused him to turn his head around, and he was looking right up between her legs again before he could tear his eyes away and force them upward to her beautiful face. "Pa doesn't believe in dating. He says .. . says it's a corrupt society's way of inciting the youth of our great nation to revolt against the word of the Lord." He couldn't hide the bitterness he felt which was now magnified by the strain he was under. He added sarcastically, "He thinks it's all a Russian plot to destroy the United States and God along with it!"

Wanda sensed a fury in the youth far deeper than she ever expected. She had been right about the unreasonable hate of that supposedly God-loving man. He was a fanatic ... more to be feared than loathed. But... but she wasn't about to let the older man's unreasoning wrath stab at the heart of her seduction plans!

The attitude of defiance of this delicious young boy was enough to let her know Bruin was ready ... and what was more, she would stake her life that he was still a virgin! Lord! What a thrill to add his name to her list of youthful conquests . .. !

"Do you believe these things, Bruin dear?" she spoke directly across to him.

He couldn't think of words to answer her. He came closer, to a place from which he could easily see the narrowing portion of her smooth black panties that snugly encased the curling pussy hair up between her beautifully shaped legs. Sure, he had accidentally caught glances of his sister without her brassiere, or in the shower, and he had noticed the frizzy little hair starting to grow up between her legs, but that was different! Anna was a Johnson!

But this beautiful married woman . .. whatever she was . . . maybe even a work of the devil, as Pa said ... was leading him toward something he physically wanted and needed! Jeez, he was human, wasn't he?

Slowly, Wanda got to her feet and moved close to take his hand "You, darling . . . both of you . .. your brother and yourself, I'm going to be your girlfriend. You need me, baby, need me bad before your dad destroys your whole life," she said, knowing that every suggestive word she breathed into his ear was having the intended result. In her own body the warm sensation of conquest and desire began to spread and intensify until it was a pulsating fire from her thighs to her belly. Never before had she experienced such a violently perfect feeling before a seduction of a young boy.

"Hand me the keys, Darling. Then, well go down that little road there... Will it be all right...?"

"There ... there's a place to park," Bruin neard himself say, all too aware of his painfully throbbing cock cramped between his thigh and the tightness of his pants. He started to say more, but then she saw the movement that he had just felt in his pants, so she edged close until her full rounded breasts were brushing his chest. He watched her hand slowly lower. Then, as it touched his growing hardness, even with the cloth between, the teenager realized that he'd never before experienced such a jolt of utter intensity. And then, she leaned up and kissed him on the mouth, a moist warm kiss that almost made his knees buckle.

"You lead the way, lover," she said to give him confidence, "and I'll follow." Her breath, like some sweet desert fragrance, was everywhere around him ...

In the beginning, when Bruin had first driven up, Anna had been little more than confused. Mrs. Falcon was pretending she was out of gas. But why, the sixteen-year-old girl could not figure out. It didn't make much sense to drain your own gas tank. Unless . . . ? Oh God! Could Mrs. Falcon be planning to ... to ... ?

Anna had camouflaged herself between two trees. She watched, hardly hearing any words, and relying more on what she saw. Something strange was taking place and she was the only witness. Dear heavenly Lord! Pa would kill him if... if... ! But that was crazy! Bruin would never ... or ... or would he? Bruin, Brian .. .were they much different than she was when they were alone in their room at night?

For a moment, she wondered . ..

By now the car blotted out their bodies, but it was low enough to expose their faces; so Anna could observe the teasing kisses. She picked at the cuticle of her nails unconsciously. Something forbidden . . . something terrible .. . something exciting and beyond belief was going to happen! She watched each of them climb into their vehicles, then Bruin drove the truck out around the car, leading the way and turning down along a ditchbank. Like a shadow, Anna clung to one of the trees, as Mrs. Falcon followed and Bruin led the way to the parking spot. He turned in and stopped his motor. Then Mrs. Falcon pulled up beside him, and Anna could see Bruin walk from his El Camino to the XK-E.

In her young lifetime, Anna had never known such a feeling of excitement and foreboding. Something evil, terrible, but erotically beautiful was about to happen before her very eyes, and she wondered if she would have the courage to witness it... wondered, as she moved like some frightened desert animal from tree to tree, what her reactions would be when she saw it happen ... for by now she was sure it was going to!

When he climbed into her car, he said, "I'm in a hurry, Mrs. Falcon. I don't have much time. I'm supposed to take Anna shopping in Imperial! Jeez, what'll I say to her?"

"Tell her you were out with your girlfriend, Darling... or would you rather that I told her myself?"

"Oh... oh Jeez, you don't understand," he said, fidgeting in the low car seat.

Wanda came at him then, her arms outstretched to engulf him, and he made no move. She drew him to her and kissed his mouth while her hand reached down to tenderly feel and caress his virile hardness at the already swollen front of his trousers. She felt his body jerk to the intimate touch of her hand, a gasp escaping him, and she slipped her tiny tongue-tip into his mouth, her thumb and forefinger tracing the length and thickness of his stiffened young penis.

Wild sensations of lurid delight churned in Wanda's groin at the feel of his rigid member; and as he trembled in her arms beneath her kisses and her exploring fingers, she began to deftly unzip his fly, her warm soft hand easing slowly inside to find the hot throbbing rod of flesh, and release it from the prison that his pants had become.

"Oh damn . . .!" Bruin choked, the unbelievable spasms convulsing his whole body at the forbidden lewd contact of her warm, velvety hands were more than he could bear. Jeez, he felt like crying, "P-Pa ... he'll kill us both ... !"

"No, darling," Wanda whispered reassuringly, "he won't do anything, because he's not going to know. It's going to be your and my secret... no one else's . .. And now, Baby, I'm going to bring it out. . . play with it and kiss it for you .. . lick it with my tongue ... even suck it with my mouth! Would you like that, my little baby ... to have me suck it for you ....?"

"Oh . .. oh Jeez!" Bruin groaned, his handsome young face contorted in the building agony of his juvenile lust. "Y-Yes .. . yes, I want you to! Go ahead! Mrs. Falcon, please......suck it!"

Anna had dropped to her knees and crawled like an animal to the edge of the bush-lined embankment above the ditchbank, and from her secret hiding place, she could look straight down into the open window of the sports car. Although she could not see above their shoulders, the lower portions of both their bodies were completely visible to her; and since she was so close, she could even hear some of their conversation!

"Oh, Bruin darling... it's a beautiful cock . . . it's so velvety," Mrs. Falcon gasped in her sultry voice.

Anna sensed every muscle in her own aroused young body grow rigid. The lascivious remark with its dirty four-letter word registered in her mind, and she lay there motionless in wild-eyed disbelief. My Lord, that woman had her brother's pants open and was holding his . . . his thing in her hand . .. ! It... it was stiffened right out straight. . . the way she had seen both of her brothers' several times when they were younger.. . and . . . Mrs. Falcon was stroking it. .. moving her studied hand up and down to slide its outer layer of flesh back and forth, exposing its reddish swollen head every time she drew her hand down!

Anna could scarcely breathe, with the knot which terror had formed in her throat. Her mouth was bone-dry, and her eyes started to burn from the strain of squinting in the brilliant desert sun. My God, was it possible? Was it really happening .. . ? Ooohhh ... Pa would murder him in cold blood . . . both of them . . . !

"I-I'm scared . . . scared, Mrs. Falcon!" Bruin blurted out, his frightened voice clearly reaching Anna's ears. "My sister's waiting . . . it's getting late . .. and Pa's going to find out. . . !"

"Now, now, baby, you just relax . . . Wanda's going to make you the happiest boy in the world," Anna heard Mrs. Falcon purr, and then she saw the woman draw up her tiny skirt and part her full firm thighs, then pull at the lace edging of her filmy panties. When she pulled the little strip to one side, Anna could see the dark hair-covered slit of her vagina . . . and she was putting Bruin's hand right on it. . . inside it! "There ... I'll bet you've never felt a girl's pussy before, have you? Now... I'm going to suck your cock for you, darling, while you feel around and play with me there. . . and later, maybe I'll get up on top of you and let you put your wonderful penis in me there . . . Would you like that, little lover? Have you ever fucked a girl.. . ?"

Anna almost gasped aloud at the obscene sight and the nasty sounds that accompanied it. She was exposing herself to forbidden deeds and filthy four-letter words that she had never heard pronounced before. She even wondered how she knew what they meant!

"Jeez, no! I-I've never done it to anybody!" Bruin mumbled in a husky voice.

"Nor had it sucked by a girl.. . ?"

"No ... not by anyone ... honest!"

"But you want me to, don't you, darling . . . ?"

"Ohh ... oh Jeez, I don't know ... yes ... I guess so . . . !" As she watched eagerly, Anna saw her brother's hand and fingers start to move in an exploring fashion in the hair-lined furrow up between Mrs. Falcon's open thighs! He ran his index finger in fascination where her sun tan ended and the natural whiteness began. She gasped with faint breath as her brother's hands spread open the hair-fringed lips of her vagina, then slipped into the pink, wetly glistening flesh. A twinge of excited tingles spread from Anna's own belly downward between her tender thighs, as if someone's fingers were entering her there! Oh God! She barely dared to breathe for fear she would be discovered ... Again, her gaze centered on her brother's hardened rod of flesh that Wanda Falcon held gently between thumb and forefinger at its base, later moving down to caress his testicles beneath! An uncontrollable burst of womanly passion seized the peering young virgin, as thoughts of this woman's stepson, Todd Falcon, and what his thing would look like. Would he have more hair than Bruin had there? Would his... his balls be as big . .. and . .. and his thing as long and thick ... ?

As always, delectable sensations of unspeakable joy fluttered through Wanda's quivering belly and cunt while the excited young boy's exploring fingers played. Her yearning gray eyes were riveted to his virile young cock beneath. It was even more sizeable than she had dared hope for .. . perhaps five inches and thick for its length. Its bulbous head was a rich satiny purple at the tip where the tiny moist split creased it, and the hood of its pale youthful foreskin hid the enticing delicacy and gave it all an air of secret treasure.

God, he was really a young Apollo, with his golden public hair, and his tight, rounded, velvety balls! She couldn't bear to put it off any longer! She had to suck it until it exploded, squirting its hot, fresh young nectar into her mouth and throat! Nothing else mattered!

Emotionally, Bruin Johnson was somewhere between screaming out every obscenity he could think of, and crying like a baby! His groin ached and his cock throbbed unmercifully from the older woman's taunting hands, while his brain overflowed with immature lust at the sight and feel of her wetly heated pussy flesh beneath his fingers!

He had never before been even close to examining the secrets between a girl's legs, but God knows how he had wondered about it and wished it were possible. The thoughts alone had always been enough to set him off until he stroked his cock to release... and hating himself after for the sinful act of casting his seed upon the ground... a vile and wicked sin, his Pa said. .. but here he was, with his fingers actually right inside the moist warmth of a woman's cunt... and the woman actually wanted him to do it, while she played with his cock!

Oh Jeez! If Pa didn't find out and kill him, it would be a miracle! His soul would go straight to hell; he knew that for sure! On top of the lewdness of what they were doing, she was a married woman! He was breaking commandments and committing unforgivable sins left and right.. . but man, he couldn't help himself! The exciting feel of her hot naked flesh and silken pussy hair was a dream come to life! He'd like to bury his face right in it.. . shove his tongue between those soft, wetly throbbing cuntal lips and taste the little wet drops he saw there! It was the most magnetic, provocative sight he had ever seen in his life .. . !

"Are you ready, darling?" he heard her whisper as she continued to stroke his wildly excited penis. "I'm going to take your long, hard cock in my mouth and suck it now, so I'll have to move my pussy away for awhile, but I'll bring it back so that you can play with it later ..."

She was smiling at him .. . the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his life! Jeez, he was lost forever! He loved her... at least, at that moment, he did ... but he was afraid it would change after he shot out his stuff... !

She squirmed in the seat which was too cramped for comfort, moving over out of the reach of his hand so that she could lower her head into his lap, and as he watched her in lustful, tormented anticipation he subconsciously brought his damp fingers to his nose and inhaled, the intoxicating vaginal aroma which caused his cock to jerk even more wildly in her gently massaging hand.

"Ooooooh! Hurry, Mrs. Falcon, suck it will you? Suck it. I can't stand it any longer," he groaned and then moved in lewd, unbelievable delight as her wetly ovalled lips slowly slid down over the burgeoning head of his cock!