"Sally! Would you please hurry up and get out of that bathroom!" Sally almost hit the ceiling at the sound of her mother's bellowing. "Your brother has to get ready for school too, you know. You've been in there for over an hour. What in God's name can you be doing in there?"

"I'll be out in a minute, Mom," she shouted. Then she took a deep breath, relaxed again, and quickened her cunt-frigging. Damn it! Now she'd have to hurry. She wanted to play with herself good and long, to slowly finger-fuck her cunt. Now she'd have to rush it.

She'd have no trouble climaxing. She had played with herself so much that she had learned almost complete control – she could come or not come as she pleased. She could have multiple small orgasms in quick succession, or she could hold off for a long time, letting the excitement build up to one huge, excruciating orgasm. Which she chose depended on her mood at the time. Right now, though, she had no choice. "Okay, baby," she muttered to herself, "let's really feel it now. Let's come quick."

She tweaked her clit with her thumb and drilled her finger in and out of her pussy. With her other hand, she kneaded her bouncing tits and pinched her firm, sensitive nipples. She rotated her naked ass against the vanity, and flexed and extended her toes sensuously. She watched her face in the mirror. It always turned her on to see her face involuntarily expressing the pleasure she was feeling in her tits and cunt – it was the same face the boys saw when they fucked her. Jesus, she was a sensuous little bitch, a regular little whore! She loved to think of herself in that way. She knew that's how the boys thought of her. Her face flushed and her lips trembled.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes," she whispered. "I love it. It feels so damn good. Oh, what a beautiful fuck! Yes, yes, yes – ummmm, ummmm, ummmm – it feels soooo good, soooo fucking good."

She was getting close now. She drove her finger in and out furiously.