Her nostrils flared and she twitched, jerking as his middle finger began pushing into her cunt hole. His long finger kept on moving up, up, until it was touching her clit. It seemed like such a private spot, one she wouldn't let just anyone see or touch. And there was Justin, slipping his finger back and forth, increasing the maddening tickle until she thought she would die from the sensation. Ginny groaned, cinching her eyes shut.

"Like it, eh?"

No, she wouldn't give in, wouldn't show this maniac how much his fingering was driving her up the wall. Ginny moved her head to one side, staring blankly at the wall opposite them. Justin laughed softly, slipping his finger back to the bottom junction of her cunt lips, then trailing it back to her clit once more.

"Nnnngnngggggg!"

Ginny felt sweat rolling down her back, seeping into her asshole. Her flesh squeaked and grunted along the leather couch cushions. The girl groaned long and loud, sounds coming from deep in her throat as that working finger found its way along the slick length of her fuck slit.

Ginny prayed silently that the time would fly by and soon the bell would ring. But Justin kept finger fucking her in this teasing way, driving her mad beyond belief.

Then something changed. It was the way Justin was touching her. Suddenly it occurred to her that he was going to tear her cherry with his finger. Ginny looked pleadingly at the big stud. But Justin was staring at her drooling pussy, his finger tracing the rubbery rim of her tense outer cunt lips.

"Yeahhhh," he sighed.

Ginny let out another low, soft guttural moan as her soft warm thighs shivered with excitement and fear. She felt his finger sinking in, the second joint passing past her outer cunt lips. Juice boiled up from her cunt, smearing her flesh.

"Man, oh, man! Your cunt's really stokin' up. You want this real bad," Justin said, passing one hand over his prick.