In the end she had had to settle for finger-fucking herself and she had changed hands several times, bringing one hand to her mouth and sucking her own cunt juice from her fingers, while the other hand delved up her hole, scooping out another load of thick nectar of passion.

It had tasted lovely.

And if cunt juice tasted that nice when it was delivered by hand, how wonderful would it taste when it was sucked out all hot and steaming from a cunt?

After that, Belinda had determined that, if she ever got the chance, she was going to eat a pussy. She had even made an excuse to linger in the girl's locker room after the other girls had gone, in the hopes that the gym teacher would make advances to her, but the gym teacher, probably not realizing that Belinda was willing, keen and eager, had not approached her.

Well, someday, with some girl – she hoped. But the idea was not dominant in her fantasies, for despite her desires to do some cunt-sucking, Belinda was basically a normal, healthy nymphette and she thought about cock a lot more than she did about cunt.

She was, thinking about cock now.

Specifically, she was thinking about Tommy Harris' big cock, remembering how it had felt in her hand and how it had spurted so much thick cum out.

She hoped that he could keep her company while she baby-sat that evening.

She wasn't sure how long the Jenkins would be out, but if there was time she was definitely going to telephone Tommy. She intended to fuck him – if not tonight, then tomorrow, but as soon as possible.

And she thought that she might blow him, too.

She was looking forward to giving her first blow job and she figured that Tommy's big prick would be as suckable as any she might find.

The taste of his cum still lingered on her tongue, from licking off her hand, and it was driving the girl wild with desire. She sat on the porch for awhile after her mother had gone in the house, thinking her naughty thoughts while her cunt began to sizzle.