"Nooooo!"

What was happening to her? What on earth was happening to make her think this way? Sharon chewed the pillow and pushed her trembling fingers deep into the soft material as images of Hank's sneering flare flashed through his mind. What was she doing? Oh, God, she was pulling her skirt up, raising her hips slightly and shoving her ass in the air so she could push down her panties. Yes, she was going to touch herself, touch her cunt and think about that animal living next door and what he'd threatened to do to her.

With one hand, Sharon found herself peeling the outer lips of her cunt back while she massaged the slick fluid flowing from her pussy back into the steamy crack. Oh, yes she was quite used to doing this, especially during those warm nights when she couldn't sleep as she thought about guys.

What a big cock Hank Harrington had dangling there between his legs! Oh, God, even now Sharon mentally measured its size, then spread her fingers apart and pressed them against her belly, seeing just how far that thing would go! God! It would almost take her over!

Sharon began letting out shivery groans, her legs jerking up, snapping together, then sliding back down to the bed. Oh, how those hot folds pulsing against her finger made her feel so good and hot and sexy inside! She was still a virgin. So were a lot of girls in her school, although lots didn't like to admit it. The sexual revolution had come and gone, as far, as Sharon was concerned. Most of the guys were pretty dumb about things, knowing more about how to change spark plugs than kissing a girl. But Hank Harrington knew everything, she bet, everything the girls whispered about in the johns, and probably a whole lot more!