"What… what are you going to do to me?" she finally asked.

Max threw back his head and laughed, dropping one hand down to his crotch and rubbing his cock through his Levi's.

"You read the ad. You answered it. You guess," he said threateningly.

Again Lydia moaned, twisting her body against the mattress as he approached the side of her bed. He was silent, his eyes drinking her in… her flat stomach, her full white thighs, her tits, now large and red-tipped – now flattened out, her long blonde hair fanned out behind her.

Oh, he was touching her! Lydia closed her eyes and let out a breathy moan, her flesh puckering into goosepimples. She felt the backs of his fingers brushing over her flesh, up to her nipples, then down to her bellybutton before making tiny circles to her cunt. Oh, oh, oh! He was barely touching the curly tops of her blonde pussy-hairs!

That teasing sensation made her cunt-muscles contract in pulsing sensations. Lydia jerked her ass-cheeks off the mattress, silently begging for more touching. If only he would stick a finger in her. Yes, yes, she wanted fucking, needed fucking! It had been too long since she had had something in her cunt other than her own nervous fingers trying to take the edge off the awful feeling of loneliness. If only…

"Eaghghhghghhh!"

Max had curled his fingers around her pussy hairs, twisting them around, then tearing a fistful of them from her cunt-mound. The woman shrieked, her eyelids fluttering while her legs shot apart, then folded protectively over one another. It felt as if someone had dropped a handful of coals into her pussy. The woman screamed again as Max shoved his hand under her crotch, sticking his forefinger into her pussy while pushing his thumb into her asshole.