She drilled her crotch and ass-hole so furiously that her forearm muscles ached. She went into a finger-fucking trance. All she cared about was the sensation. I'm a fucking whore, she thought to herself, a flaming fucking whore, a wild bitch – oh, wow! "Ohhhh, Godddd, I'm cooommmiiinnnggg."
A spurt of hot cunt juice sprayed out over her hands as the first spasm shook her aching loins. She kicked her legs in the air and moaned with delight. She pumped her fingers in and out of her holes as fast as she could move them. She wrenched at her fleshy cunt-lips as if she were trying to crush then. She rolled her head from side to side on her pillow. She was experiencing one of those unbearable orgasms which are everyday stuff to a young nymph. This would be her first of several such spasms today, as everyday, for Cindy was as horny a little bitch as was her best friend – both were insatiable in the sex department.
CHAPTER TWO
It had been only three years earlier that Sally and Cindy had discovered what a cock looked like in the flesh. It happened shortly after their little tits took on the size and shape of real knockers, and their pussies started sporting heavy bushes. They were both precocious for their age.
One morning they were sitting in Sally's bedroom comparing cunts. They both had their clothes off and sat facing each other on the bed. Their legs were spread wide apart.
"See," said Sally, "the hair's getting real thick around the slit now." She pulled on the hair and her cunt-lips opened, then she let go and they snapped back shut. "Oooo, that felt good," she said, and she did it again.
"That looks like fun," Cindy said, as she laughed and snapped her own cunt-lips a few times. Then she took them between her fingers and spread them wide open. Her young pussy-flesh was virginal pink, and wet with her honey-sweet cunt-juice.