Kathy had come twice already, but her cunt still ached with need. She felt young again, able to come repeatedly, in need of coming repeatedly, her cunt in a perpetual state of horny desire. Her entire cuntal canal itched. Her asshole itched. Even her womb itched. Her tits throbbed. Her nipples and toes tingled. She groaned deliriously as Randy Chapman positioned her in the middle of the bed, got up over her, and drove her knees to her shoulders.

He gazed into her eyes, his face flushed, sweat dripping from the tip of his freckled nose. "I'm gonna fuck you, lady. I'm gonna shove this big, eleven-inch cock straight up your horny cunt. What do you think of that?"

Bridged over Kathy, his shoulders hooked behind her knees, he rubbed his naked, glowing cockhead up and down between her pussylips, oozing his cocklube onto her clit and into her cuntslit.

Kathy reached up, grabbing him around the upper back, trying to pull him down hard on top of her.

"Do it!" she moaned. "Stick it in me now! I want it!"

The boy resisted. He smirked down at her, dripping sweat on her lips, which she licked off greedily.

"How much will you pay me for it?" he asked. "How much will you pay me to fuck you?"

"Anything!" Kathy panted. "Just stick it in. God, you're driving me nuts!"

"A week's salary?" the boy asked, rubbing his prickhead deeper between her cuntlips.

"Yes!" Kathy moaned. "Oh God, please fuck me!"

No boy had ever done this to her, teased her like this. In the old days, any teasing that was done was done by her.