To her, that was ecstasy, not abuse.

But Laura was a wanton in her mind only. She had very little experience to go by. She had never been fucked in all those wet, hot places she imagined getting fucked in. Only her cunt, only her pussy, her twat.

Twat… such a silly word, she thought, but exciting to whisper or think about.

She wondered where such words came from, especially cunt. She couldn't associate the word cunt with her pussy. Pussy sounded pretty good to her. It reminded her of a kitten, a soft, furry kitten. Her cunt was soft, and it was furry, just like a kitten. Pussy was a very good word for it, but not as exciting as the word cunt.

And cock… another stupid word. Cock made her think of a farm, with a strutting rooster in a hen house. Maybe that was it, a cock, a strutting cock, lifted upward, hard, proud. Prick made a little sense to her. Prick her cunt like pricking her flesh with a needle. Still, it wasn't as exciting as cock. Cock and cunt, two very exciting words to her.

Fuck was another word she loved. If it was said in her hearing, there was an immediate response between her thighs. She didn't know why, but if she heard the word fuck, she became wet there, and would tingle nicely.

Asshole she could understand. There was a bole there, right between the cheeks of her ass, so asshole made sense.

But blow-job?

Why was it called a blow-job when no one really blew? Cock-sucking was much more descriptive. After all, a girl sucked the cock, not blew on it.

Tits… breasts… tits.

Her hand moved up her stomach until she palmed one of her own tits. Her tit was firm, rounded, with a pink nipple that hardened just from the things that went on inside her mind. She fondled her tit through the thin, summer sweater, feeling her nipple pulsate against her hand. She liked to feel her tits, just as she liked to stroke and gently caress her pussy.