Sometimes she fantasized that one of those boys. I just walked up to her and ripped her blouse open and started to sack on her tits…

She peeled up the soft nylon cup of her bra, exposing the rounded curve of one tit, and the thrusting pink of its hard, hot nipple.

Leaning down, she kissed herself on the tit, her lips not quite able to reach the nipple, but smacking hard with the desire to touch it. She loved the taste of her flesh. She was sure anyone would love it. But the odds were against her.

No one would ever touch Amy Gibbs with lust in his heart and fire in his cock.

If only she'd gotten to stay at home in Cincinnati this summer, while her folks were in Central America. She'd have managed it somehow. At least there were boys in Cincinnati, lots and lots of them. As far as she knew, there wasn't a male under fifty in all of Meigs County. Her fingers stroked more hotly at her pussy, as she imagined a dozen boys from school, mixed them with Tom Cruise and Richard Gere and the fingers toying with her cunt became an impossibly large, unbelievably stiff prick, horny with lust for the sweetness of Amy's untouched pussy.

She slipped the finger deeper into her cunt, poking almost savagely at her tight, virginal cunt hole, knowing even as she did that it was really no more than a poor substitute, that it couldn't be anywhere near as exciting as the real thing. Here she was in the middle of the woods, fingrrfucking her pussy and wishing she had a boyfriend of her own!

She pinched viciously at her nipples, moaning as her fingertips yanked and tugged at the pink nipples. They throbbed in response, vibrating between her fingers, the tit tips slippery with sweat. She worked her other hand on her pussy, the index and ring fingers sliding up and down the length of her dripping cunt crack, the middle finger jabbed halfway into her achingly tight cunt hole, and her thumb rubbing fitfully across the base of her clit.