“Fucking *hot*,” she hissed through plush lips, lifting one heavy breast, mauling it with her fingers. Where was Brad/Chad now, she wondered. There’s no way he’d be able to resist her like this, ethics be damned. Then she could throw that strapping young body down on her bed, tear those tight-ass pants off him and-
Amanda crawled up onto the bed, opened the drawer in the side table and scrabbled around inside before pulling Big Jim out from his resting place. It had always seemed so intimidating before, she’d never actually put it inside of herself, simply used the vibrating function to get off; now, it seemed, if not actually *smaller* then certainly more *manageable*.
Her mouth twisted up into a grin as she twisted the base and it roared to life in her fist. Getting up on all fours, Amanda rubbed the tip of the thing against the slippery folds of her pussy, and it slid easily into her ripened depths.
“Unf,” she grunted. “That’s right you fucker, fuck that young cock right up inside of me.” The dildo, buzzing away in her cunt, squelched as her juices sluiced out around her fist. “I’ve been waiting all fucking day for this, and you’d better fuck me right.” Amanda imagined the intern saddling up behind her, taking her hips in his big hands and-
There was something wrong with that picture.
She flipped over onto her back, furiously plunging Big Jim’s humming pink shaft in and out of her clasping hole. Looking down, she raised her electric blue thigh, and Brad/Chad loomed over her, sculpted young body tense as he thrust into her, her legs stretched wide and high in the air, pantyhose glimmering and-
“Fffuck,” she said through shivering lips. “If you’re not gonna fuck me right, hon, then momma will just have to show you how it’s done.” Amanda rolled over onto her knees, righting herself, fingers holding Jim tightly inside her juicy hole. “How’s it feel to get fucked,” she asked an imaginary Brad/Chad, mauling one tit as she palmed her clitoris. “How’s it feel to get fucked by a real woman for once, and not one of your stupid college sluts?”
Amanda gritted her teeth as the pleasure rolled through her body. “You fucking love it don’t you? You fucking love this fucking cunt, old enough to be your-” the hose glimmered. She gasped, had to catch her breath. “That’s right old enough to be your fucking moth-” She humped the humming plastic filling her up with ever-increasing desperation, barely aware of the words falling out of her mouth while the suspender hose glimmered and the pattern raced around her thighs, unseen by the wearer. “Your *fucking* mother!” She gasped. “Your fucking *mother*, motherfucker!” The fire between her thighs, smouldering all day long, burned searingly hot now, achingly so, a dam of white-hot pleasure so ready to burst. “Fuh-fuh-fuck! Motherfucker! Fuck motherfuh-fucker! Fuck your fuh-fucking muuuuhhhhhhHHH!”
The words were lost in a rising shriek as she started cumming, juices pouring out around the pistoning plastic cock, her back arched and hair a wild mane of sweaty loose curls as the orgasm ripped through her body. Ecstasy sang through her legs and thighs, the tingling song of the pantyhose firing neurons through pleasure centres she hadn’t even known she had.