She ate her way around the head and tongued all along the ridge. She held back the foreskin and showed the prick so lovely and fleshy and hard. She lapped down and up the shaft and took the whole cock into her mouth again, eating right up to the balls.

The imaginary cock, or the cock on celluloid, rather, having a certain reality of its own, swelled and neared its point of coming.

"Hey, come," she was saying in her mind to Manny and his cock. "Oh, please, come in my mouth, oh, please, oh, it tastes so good. Mmmmmmm."

And his celluloid cock would come in her mouth. She would milk it dry with her mouth and swallow the gallons of fluid. Right now she was tasting the stuff, all the while beating her own meat, inserting fingers again and again up her hungry, never satisfied cunthole.

She managed to dig her fingers in very deeply, giving herself a modicum of satisfaction. It was nothing like having a prick up her, Manny's prick, she finally decided, but it was still exciting.

She massaged her clit to a point of fulfillment. It was fantastic. It got all hot and bothered and erect and the feeling was one of waves passing over and over her pussy.

She touched herself everywhere between her legs, outside and inside the outer pussy lips, outside and inside the inner pussy lips, then way inside her tight pussy hole.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned, feeling the highest, hottest spasm coming over her yet.

"Hey, you look sexy and feel so good," the picture seemed to be saying back to her. She eyed it between her legs and felt she did indeed see the dick of the photograph swell, or enlarge, as it were, to magical proportions.

At last she came, and came again. Her pussy hole vibrated and sweated its fluid. She seemed to have reams and reams of fluid yet left in her.