She had always been very responsive sexually. She was known as a hot-assed woman among the men who had fucked her, and even then she had held back due to her fear of them, although none of them had realized it. Her twat had been blazing lately, blazing with lust for the cocks of young men. She felt the heat even now as she reclined in her chaise, a heat more intense than the heat of the summer sun, a heat so intense that it transcended the state of confusion that made her thoughts confused and had made her. remember her father and her rape, a heat that made her cunt chum and froth wildly.

She began to writhe inside. Her hand was drawn between her lovely long and silken legs, drawn to the swelling lips of her cunt. She put her warm hand over her cunt, feeling the heat through, the skimpy bikini that covered her twat. She couldn't resist rubbing her box, couldn't resist responding to the powerful sexual urge that stained her hot, moistening pussy.

She began stroking her thighs, massaging them until her flesh tingled. Her hand went back to her barely concealed snatch. She rubbed the mound of

her cunt with a gentle circular motion. Then she sneaked her fingers up under her bikini, pushing the material away until she could feel the naked lips of her Nat. She stroked her gash for a while, feeling the ever-increasing surges of pleasure that coursed through her.

Finger-fucking was the only way in which she had found true sexual fulfillment. She hated to do such things to herself, not because she thought there was anything morally wrong with it but because it was such a pale excuse for the ecstasy she knew she would feel if she had a boy's cock inside her cunt instead of her own fingers. And yet even diddling was better than having a straining, powerful, hulking animal between her naked legs, pounding into her cunt with the wildness and greed that made her sick inside.