She pretended she had a thick prick pistoning in and out of her cunt-channel. She pretended she had a pair of bloated balls slapping against her asscheeks. She imagined she had a fat juicy cockhead stabbing the tender meat of her cunt.

She vibrated her clit with a finger tip in a frenzy, hot pleasure washing up from her cunt to suffuse her entire body.

She rubbed and teased her quivering passion button, moaning softly as the white-hot pleasure overwhelmed her senses. She shuddered and quaked, pulling her wet fingers out of her cunthole and bringing them up to her lips. With a moan of lust, she sucked the fingers into her mouth and began sucking and licking the cuntjuice off the digits. She pretended she was sucking a wet cock, a thick wet cock that had just left her cunt. Her tongue lapped hungrily over her fingertips.

She used her other hand and plunged three fingers inside her cunthole again. Now she had three fingers in her cunt and three fingers in her mouth. Her lips curled around one set of fingers, and her cunt around the other.

Her pointed tits jiggled wildly as her body spasmed in another convulsive orgasm.

I can't go on like this, she thought. I can't! I have to have a man to fuck me. I have to do something. She needed a lover. That was it. She'd find a lover!

With a deep moan, she came again, crying out with passion. She wondered if Frank could hear her. Well, fuck him! She didn't care!

She continued rubbing her cunt, her legs thrashing wildly around. It was good. Bringing herself off was always good, but not as good as fucking. It would do for now, until she could find a cock to do the job right.

CHAPTER TWO

The following Saturday one of Gloria's students, a cute kid by the name of Eddie Donahue, caine over for some special tutoring. Frank was working, and she didn't mind giving the boy some of her free time. She hadn't made any friends yet, and she was bored. Also damned horny.