Pulling her hand from her panties, she sat up, soft cries of frustration coming from her. Sarah was confused, puzzled by what she was feeling, and not feeling. Within a very short time she wanted to fuck. For the first time in her life, she wanted a hard cock in her cunt, ramming and pounding and fucking her.

Sarah was thirty-three years old, lovely, tall and slender with beautiful, shimmering dark hair and bright blue eyes. As a girl in school, the boys had chased her, but she had nothing to do with them. She had no interest in sex at all. She had been a virgin when she married her husband, and it had hurt her badly that first time. Since then, she had not wanted his cock but gave in because she had felt it her duty.

Her husband found himself a more compatible woman, and left her with Jimmy five years earlier. Sarah had not missed him, and neither had her son, apparently. She never saw him, didn't want to see him, and Jimmy seemed content to it without a father.

And now, Sarah thought her cunt was on fire, melting between her long legs with slippery wetness. She had never felt it before, but now it was there, driving her out of her mind.

She stood up, and almost ripped her dress from her body. Her flesh itched, but no amount of rubbing soothed it. The itch was between her legs, on the swollen lips of her hairy cunt, her clit, but her fingers and hands failed to soothe it. It was becoming worse, and she clawed at her cunt with both hands, sobbing with frustration. She squatted in the middle of her bedroom floor, plunging four fingers up her cunt wildly, the fingers of her other hand agitating the stiffness of her clit. Her panties clung to her hips in shreds, and the juicy sounds her fingers made only increased her frustrated heat.