"You masturbate very well," the director would say, "very convincingly," and he would ask her back. There would be five finalists.

He would select her, because of her wealth of techniques and objects, and her sheer will and drive to orgasm.

She would win hands down any time.

And now her hands were going down again. She worked quickly, rummaging all over her twat, inserting her pegs in the right holes.

"Nghnghngh," she moaned, fucking her cunt with her middle finger.

Another finger went down to her ass cheeks and plunged into the hole between them. It completely melted her.

With the other finger working frantically on her clit, she worked herself again into a frenzy of pleasure…

"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned again, thinking of Manny fucking her in the woodshed. "Nghnghngh," she groaned, feeling Mr. Jeremy's imagined hands on her breasts and cock up her twat.

With the two sexy lovers of her imagination working on her, she couldn't help but come with a burst of cuntal fluid.

"Ohhhhhh," she screamed as softly as she could, so Miss Glen wouldn't come running again.

She kept jabbing and rubbing and thrusting her groin up and down till the waves of extreme pleasure subsided.

And the feeling of warmth and peace flooded her, from pussy to tit. And she slept soundly that night while visions of dildoes and slide rulers danced in her head.

There would be more dreams to come!

Chapter 2

Jody woke early the next morning. She dressed without masturbating and went downstairs to breakfast. She and Susie ate together every morning.

The topic, as usual, was onanism. That was Susie's favorite word. It was her preferred word to masturbation.

Susie was a robust, pink cheeked brunette with long, silky hair that she could sit on.

And she was sitting on it now, while she ate her pancake. Every morning Susie had one pancake for breakfast. Without syrup. She loved it that way.