Randy would fuck me good, she thought. Randy would fuck me for an hour if I wanted it, all day if I wanted it. Randy loves to fuck, I can tell that. And I know he knows how. He must know all about sex after studying all these magazines.

She snatched the boy's jockstrap off the floor from where it had fallen next to the bed. She draped the mesh crotch over her nose like an oxygen mask. The scent of teenage nuts whirled through her head, getting her high and drunk, dazed and dizzy. Her fingers knifed in her clutching, juicing pussy. Her toes clutched simultaneously with her cunt. Pussycream frothed out of her and dribbled down her asscrack like hot spit, dribbled down farther, getting the bedsheet slippery under her ass. She wondered if the boy would smell her on his bedsheet when he got into bed tonight.

"Ohhh, Randy, I want you!" she moaned, kissing the picture of the cocky, blue-eyed mouth. Each smack of her lips sent throbbing fuck-pleasure through her cunt. She pressed the spit-wet picture to her nipples, letting the boy suck her tits. "Do you like these tits, stud? I bet you've never sucked tits like these, baby! I bet you've never fucked a cunt like mine!"

In high school she'd had a reputation for being a sexual tigress. The boys had raved about her as much as the girls had raved about Otto Finn. But the stories about her had been true. The stories about Otto had been lies. The girls had made up all the stories. Otto had never fucked any of them. He'd taken them out, but he'd never fucked them. The only female Otto had ever fucked in his life was Kathy. He didn't deserve her, he'd never deserved her.

"Ohhh, Randy, you big beautiful hunk!" Kathy flipped over onto her belly, rubbing her tits against the mattress, kissing Randy's picture. Her back was arched and her ass up in the air as she continued reaming out her pussy with her stiff fingers. Cunt juice drenched her hand. She rubbed her fingers madly against her clit.