Once, after she'd actually fucked Mike Allan, she'd asked him if he'd ever jerked-off while thinking about her. He'd gotten kind of red, but admitted he had, not once, not twice, but dozens of times – even before he had ever dated her. That had been an eye-opener. He'd been reluctant to tell her what images he'd played out in his mind, but had admitted that she'd been all kinds of things, whore, prostitute, rape victim, nurse, teacher, secretary, and policewoman among others. They'd done the dirty deed in every imaginable position, in all kinds of unlikely places. None of them had come close to matching the actual event, he'd assured her.

He wouldn't be any more specific. She would have liked a detailed description of at least one of the fantasies. Had he tied her spreadeagled on a big bed and then fucked her mercilessly? Maybe. Maybe he'd taken her on her hands and knees like a bitch dog in heat.

Her hand had been unconsciously working at her crotch while she was thinking. It was rubbing back and forth over her glistening, oily pussy mouth, her finger sliding back and forth between her tight cuntlips as she daydreamed. She found that she was getting turned-on by thinking about Tommy, and Mike, and the ways they'd used and abused her in their fantasies.

How many times, she wondered, rubbing harder at her crotch, had the boys she knew made love to her? Had she screamed and howled in ecstasy as they'd poled her?

She dug her middle finger in deeper, sliding it into her tight little pussy to the first joint, dipping it in and out. She pulled both her legs off the lawnchair, pulling them apart to open up her crotch even more. Her finger pushed deeper, wiggling in to the second joint.

She wished she could read their minds. What was Tommy doing now? What was he thinking?

She imagined him in the shower, his cock, an enormous hard erection, covered in soap as his hands worked back and forth over it.

She'd seen Joe last month jerking off in the shower. He hadn't locked the door and she'd snuck in to get her make-up case. The curtain had had a six inch wide crack between it and the wall. She'd been unable to resist, and had peaked in.