She thought about playing with plump titties and stroking juicy cunts and once in a while, when she was feeling really hot and horny and naughty, she would wonder what it was like to suck a cunt. She never imagined making love with any girl she knew, but always with some stranger whom she had just met, some girl or woman who did not even know her name, so that she could be as depraved as she wished and not have to worry about being embarrassed later, when she saw the girl again.

Often the fantasy girls were faceless, often they were dumb, frequently were shadow-figures but they always had nice fat, creamy cunts and big stiff nipples, and they panted and moaned and whimpered when Jennifer made them come.

It was hard to decide which fantasy to think about today.

She didn't like to switch from one to the other. She preferred to carry the same image on through the hand job.

She decided that she would simply start stroking her pussy and see what image sprang to her mind.

Then she wondered where to do it. The librarian's chair looked comfortable. But the desk was right in front of the door and it might not be that safe because it was always possible that some teacher might stop by with a key. Jennifer didn't like to have to worry about interruptions when she was frigging merrily away on her pussy. It was really awful to have to stop in the middle of pleasant pussy petting or, worse, in the midst of a climax.

She vividly remembered one time when that had happened. It had been both frustrating and embarrassing. Jennifer had been playing with her pussy in the bathtub, a place she frequently enjoyed a hand job. She had soaped her plump tits up first, pretending that the soap lather was cum. Her nipples became nice and stiff and tingling. Then she had settled back, knees lifted, rubbing her cunt to a foam just below the surface of the warm water.