Reaching out with her band, she gently wrapped her trembling fingers around the throbbing shaft of male meat. The velvety feel of his cock-skin felt delicious as she instinctively began sliding it back and forth over the rigidity of his bone-hard rod.

Lying on the chaise, wildly fingering her juicy twat, she could remember how it felt when he spread himself out over her body, his big bloated cockhead burning into the bare flesh of her belly as the underside of his thick shaft lay in the soft hairy furrow of her slit.

It was at that very moment when they saw the lights of the Rogers' car turning into the driveway. There'd been a wild scramble as Troy pulled his pants up and bolted out the back door while Terri grabbed her panties and straightened her skirt before they entered the house.

Spread out on the chaise, rapidly fingering herself toward an orgasm, Terri was looking forward to this evening. Her friend, Sue Metcalf, was giving a party and Troy would be there.

Dreaming about the fuck she hoped to get tonight, Terri was soon thrashing madly about on the lounge, her finger driving furiously into her steaming young hole as the delicious tidal wave of her orgasm began flooding through her body with an unbelievable intensity.

Watching the cute little youngster writhing through her wild climax in the garden below their window, both Duane and Brenda were flaming with lust.

"Jesus Christ, honey," panted Brenda when the little redhead pulled her bikini bottoms back up. "Fuck breakfast. Let's go back to bed."

"God, yes!" Duane gasped, his cock throbbing wildly to be rammed up between Brenda's legs. "Jesus Christ, I've never felt so fucking turned-on in my life."

"Me, too," whispered Brenda as she clutched her husband's hard cock.