"Oh, yeah, Larry, it feels so good!" she gurgled. "I love you to fuck me!"
"That's good, baby," he rasped, "'cause I'm gonna fuck you all night!"
He wasn't kidding. It was almost dawn when Jodie finally got home, her cunt deliciously sore. She caught hell from her folks, but she didn't care. From that point on it was Larry, Larry, Larry. She saw him all the time. And in just two months she was pregnant with Dane.
So she'd dropped out of high school and gotten married. She was so crazy about Larry, it was the only thing she could do. Looking back on it now, Jodie couldn't see how she could have done anything different. Even today, years later, the thought of Larry made her pussy go hot and ready.
As she thought about him and the night he took her cherry, she slipped a finger into her juicy hot cunt and began beating off. One finger didn't give her the cock-like sensation she craved, so she tried two fingers and finally three. She could hardly get three fingers into her cunt, but that tight fit was exactly what she craved.
"Ohhhhh, God, yessss!" she moaned. "Fuck me, honey, fuck me crazy!"
The sex-starved young teacher wasn't sure who she was talking to in her masturbation fantasy. It could have been Larry, it could have been Craig, or it could have been some fantasy man. It didn't really matter as long as she got the sensation of being fucked, of a man driving his steel-hard cock deep into her famished cunt.
She finger-fucked herself faster and harder by the second, her lust at the boiling point. She figured she was going to do a lot of masturbating this summer, because there'd always be a man she wanted and couldn't have. Either Dane or Craig or both would be around, arousing her but not satisfying her.
So once again her only relief would be her own fingers. She hated the situation, but what else could she do? She couldn't break down Craig's resistance and get him to fuck her, and she couldn't fuck her own child. Masturbation was the only way to keep her sanity till she and Craig were married – if they ever were.