"Suck!" she sighed.

He sucked wetly on her rubbery nipple. Her body convulsed then, her clit throbbing wildly as he whipped her nipple with his tongue-tip. She panted uncontrollably and draped her legs over his shoulders as she pumped her ass off the bed.

When she came, her pussy clutched his prick and he grunted as he buried his fuckpole more deeply into her sucking gash. She felt his cockhead inside her belly and felt his balls slap her ass.

She cried out again when he came. A huge gush of jism shot into her pussy. Spurt after spurt followed until she was filled up with thick fuck-oil.

He continued working his prick in and out of her cuntlips, even as the last drops of cream oozed out of his prick-head.

When it was over, Lisa buried her face against his chest and shoulder. It wasn't enough. It was a good fuck, but it just didn't do it for her. She needed more. She needed Billy.

She waited until Jim was asleep and then she began masturbating. Now she no longer pretended not to think about Billy. She pictured the constant bulge in his crotch as she lay back and shamelessly fingered her pussy.

Her rosy nipples were still rigid with excitement and she glanced at Jim. He was sleeping on his side with his back to her. He was a sound sleeper. He wouldn't wake up even if she made a lot of noise finger-fucking herself.

She rubbed her clit as she thrust two fingers into her gash. She felt the hot arousal in her pussy that signaled orgasm. She pictured Billy's cock as she thought it might look. Probably similar to Jim's. Sons were usually built like their fathers.

She pictured the boy's cock squirting come. She came, pretending she was sucking the juice out of the teenager's cock-slit. She continued plunging her fingers in and out of her snatch and then she went rigid, panting for breath.