It was after ten-thirty in the morning, and Linda Turner was still lying naked on her bed. The top sheet was kicked down and her bare knees were drawn back up against her big creamy tits while her middle finger was moving deliciously around in the hot moistness of her super-horny slit. Her long black hair was cascading over the pillow as her half-closed smoky-gray eyes stared dreamily into space. She was having visions of big, luscious cocks and lusty, hairy balls. With her finger moving sensuously around in her dripping hot cunt, Linda was fantasizing about plump, meaty dongs. From the time she was first laid at the tender age of twelve, Linda's consuming interest in fucking had gown more intense with every year and now, at thirty, cocks had become an obsession with the beautiful woman.

At the age of seventeen, she'd been knocked up by her present husband, Don Turner. Don had been thirty-eight at the time and now, in his early fifties, he no longer had the sex-drive to keep up with Linda's insatiable lust. Don was a good provider and they both loved Jill, their pretty eighteen-year-old daughter very much, so Linda tried desperately to make the marriage work. Because of Don's inability to keep her sexually satisfied, Linda depended on other men for her sex life. Linda wasn't even discriminating about her fuck-mates, who included the postman, delivery men, any repairman or salesman that came to the door and a few of her friend's husbands who discreetly visited her when their wives were out shopping. Linda's ever-ready cunt would usually relieve two or three eager cocks a day.

This morning she was resorting to masturbation out of necessity. It was a Monday and her husband had been home the entire weekend, and after forty-eight hours of no sexual release the woman was desperate. She'd remained in bed this morning hoping that Ted Murray, the man next door, would drop in for his usual Monday morning fuck, but when Linda saw him drive away with his wife, she decided to finger herself as a last resort.