"Noooo! It's wrong!" She fell on her back on her bed. Both hands clawed her cunt lips open. The velvety petals inside smacked as she dug at them. Then her clit was throbbing hungrily against her touch as she bucked her back and dug her heels into the bed and grunted like a wild mare.

As she came, the full fury of her imaginings spilled through her. Robby was on his knees between her legs. His young and slender cock was glossy with her juices as he penetrated her soft insides again and again and again.

"It's just a screwy daydream," she gasped, flinging her head as if she might dislodge the intruding reverie. But the thought was too ravenously wonderful to get rid of now that she was convulsing with pleasure. She grabbed a pillow and hugged it against her belly as she plunged her ass in vicious circles.

"Robby…! Ohhhh Robby, ohhhh do it to me hard!"

And then she imagined Robby's cock jetting white cream into her belly. It didn't make a bit of sense. She hadn't seen Robby's prick since he was eight years old.

CHAPTER TWO

It was Friday afternoon and Sheri was thanking God that the week was over. She couldn't stand school so far this year. Her social studios teacher was a bore. The history class ground along like a centipede in reverse with no place to go. And the boys didn't interest her much this year as they had the year before. They seemed such children.

Sheri undressed and hung her clothes over the back of a chair. She reached for her jeans, then paused. After sitting around in classes all day, she felt she needed a little lift. A change of habit, a charge. Her eyes brightened and she smirked at herself in the full-length mirror on her closet door.

"Why not?" Her reflection arced. She skinned her yellow panties down and off. The feel of her well-worn jeans sliding up over her thighs and bare bottom made her suck in a quick breath.