And what should she think about today?

A dozen escaped convicts, maybe?

That was always a lovely fantasy.

Huge, hard, hairy, horny criminals, just broken out of prison, devoid of women for years and with vast loads of cum stored up in their balls during their incarceration. She imagined their long cocks, massive and rampant, more like the tools that these men had used to break into safes or batter down locked doors, than normal cocks. Sometimes she thought of being raped by the convicts, and at other times she imagined herself taking pity on them, because they hadn't been fucked for so long a time, and spreading her legs as they fucked her, one by one and then came back for seconds.

Or the basketball team?

Most of the boys on the team were kind of ugly, gangly lads with plenty of blemishes but they were tall. Jennifer liked to imagine that their pricks were in proportion to their heights and that, when they shot, a lump of jism as big as a basketball was dunked into her hairy pussy hole.

Maybe the football team!

She had a pet fantasy about sneaking into the locker room at halftime and giving head to the whole team while they were wearing their padded armor and helmets, still hot and sweaty from the violent game and then blowing the water boy, too, just for the hell of it.

The baseball team had certain fantasy value, too.

Pricks the sizes of bats could get a girl churned up; no doubt of that. Their cum whacked into her like a fastball into a catcher's mitt, or slipped in like a sliding base runner.

Sometimes she even thought about girls.

Jennifer was certainly not a lesbian, neither practicing nor latent, and because she was sure of that, she didn't mind fantasizing about other girls, she thought that lesbianism was terribly perverted and that made it all the more exciting to imagine and pretend.