She sat up, churning her cunt on her jerking fingers, bouncing up and down and pretending to ride the boy's stiff, vertical cock as she straddled his lap. Her tits flapped. How many boys had she fucked like this in the old days in the front seat of their cars, her hot tits bouncing in their faces, their dripping tongues lapping at her excited nipples? Scores. She'd fucked scores of boys before she'd married Otto.

She imagined the boy moaning, grunting, his big blue eyes nearly popping out of his head as she tightened her cunt and bore down on his cock.

"Ohhhh yes!" moaned, imagining the teens big cock sliding in her cunt. He had a big cock, that was for sure. Unless he stuffed his cutoffs with a grapefruit, he had one hell oft big cock coiled like a cobra inside them. It was the kind of prick she'd imagined Otto as having. "You got a big cock, baby – a big, fucking cock on a big, fucking boy!"

Her heart raced. She panted fiercely, sweat beading on her forehead, sweat dripping from her nose. She hadn't masturbated with such enthusiasm and pleasure in years, maybe never. Her tits bounced like water-filled balloons. Her cunt tightened rhythmically around her jamming, twisting fingers.

She licked the photograph of Randy Chapman and snatched up his jockstrap again and inhaled the scent of his hunky teen balls. The fuck-tension surged through her ass hole and cunt and her loins erupted with spasms. Flashes of white light popped behind her eyeballs.

"I'm coming!" she moaned. "Ohhh, Randy, shoot it in me! Squirt it in my coming cunt! Ohhh, baby!"

She rotated her ass, churning her cunt on her grinding, ramming fingers, juicing hot pussycream in her hand. Randy's picture fell to the mattress as she pressed his jockstrap hard to her mouth and gnawed on the ball-flavored mesh.