And as far as Lisa was concerned, Mark was about to leave for good. The naked teenage girl's eyes narrowed angrily, and she glanced with a furious womanly bitterness at her dozing boyfriend. He just wasn't horny enough for her, she thought. Worrying about her parents, only cumming twice, not satisfying her… what kind of man was that? Not the kind for her.

Lisa knew that she was unusually horny. She'd been jacking off several times a day ever since she could remember, and almost all her dreams were filled with the images of men's big cocks, swollen with blood and dripping their cum juices all over her body. She needed a good hard cock for real now, and it was obvious that Mark wasn't the boy who could give it to her. She needed someone else.

Like an older man. A wanton blush colored Lisa's plump cheeks, and she felt her hair-fringed pussy getting hotter than hell. As Mark lay beside her, she thrust her hand between her thighs, lazily finger fucking her moist cunt slit as she dreamed of the man who could satisfy her.

Yes, an older man. Maybe thirty or forty or fifty, someone with some miles under his belt, someone who knew how to really give a teenage girl the fucking of her young life. Lisa smiled. She knew just where to start. Bill Peters, the owner of the small gift shop where she worked after school. He was forty-five or so, old enough to be her father. But if he could still get a hard-on, that was plenty young enough as far as she was concerned.

"I must say, Lisa, it's pretty hard to concentrate on our inventory with you running around in clothes like that."