"Ummmmmm," she moaned.

Sharon rolled to one side, curling up her feet and pressing her knees against her tits. She liked lying in the fetal position as she fingered herself, her ass prancing there in the air, pressing back while her hand roamed up and down her thighs and cunt.

"Uhhhhh."

Sharon found her special spot once more. Electricity seeped from her tiny clit as the girl straightened her legs and rolled slowly back onto her ass. How the room spun around and around as she searched out that odd little flap of wet flesh again and again. How her breathing changed, became shallow, almost raspy. Yes, that's how her mother had sounded when Hank began tying her up, then fucking her! Closing her glazed eyes, the blonde teen thought of that more and more, thought of her raped mother, of that hairy stud on top of her, working his fingers around his cock while his paw-like hand slapped her into submission. She could almost feel him doing the same thing to her. Sharon jerked spasmodically as if someone had hit her, feeling her tits jiggling in the confines of her bra. Yes, she wanted that man on her, wanted him tying her up, exciting her until she thought she would die. And then… then he could pop her cherry, fuck her. Sharon was sure being a virgin would be a big plus for someone like Hank and his son. Yes, his son, probably a chip right off the old block!

"Ohhhhh," she groaned.

Sharon's skirt had roped around her waist now, and her panties dangled loosely around one ankle. Her thighs were ridged with tensed muscles while she pointed her toes out against the mattress. Oh, yes, it was wonderful to think of Hank and his son, think of what they would do to her. Her breathing quickened again as she moved her fingers faster and faster along the split of her cuntlips. Two fingers shined with slickness there in the semidarkness. How swollen, red and itchy her pussy was as Sharon kept dipping her fingers in and out, in and out, fucking herself while her plump asscheeks pumped up and down faster and faster.