Her mind reeled. Her nostrils flared while a strange hot dampness broke out over her upper lip, around her nipples, over the tops of her feet. Her back was straight, her head thrown back, her eyes tightly closed. Cindy worked her cunt against the splinter under her. The edge was cutting deep, nearly reaching her cherry. Could she burst her cherry with this?

No, that was silly. She was going to wait for Mr. Right, the one man who would sweep her away and… Cindy laughed bitterly, stopping her fucking movements for a second and staring around her. Mr. Right? She would be lucky that they all didn't fuck her at once. She was going to get fucked here, fucked by all of them. Something told her that.

And oddly that thought made her gasp with something like excitement. She started the up-and-down fucking movements again, bobbing like some kind of merry-go-round horse. Her clit was slick with juice. She kept fucking at it even after a tiny orgasm swept through her pussy. There was more, more to follow.

Cindy tossed her head from side to side, loving the sensation of her hair whipping across her face, tangling around her throat. Every kind of sensation was welcomed now. She was completely alive, free of all restraints. Cindy gasped with delight. A whore. Yes, her mother had called women who played with themselves sluts and whores! Certainly they weren't the moral kind of woman her mother had hoped her daughter would become.

"Oh whore, whore."

The word brought a shiver of excitement to the young girl. She threw back her shoulders, refusing to stop as the rough edge of the splinter cut at her. She rolled her thighs in a counter-rhythm, forcing her clit across the piece of wood. Then another mini orgasm erupted, making her lurch back and forth. She was still full of lust, of desire, panting and sweating. Cindy was chilled to the point of numbness as her nerves became overloaded with sensation. With only the tip of the splinter in her slot, she swung her body from side to side.