In the spring of her sophomore year, Annette Holley was a prime piece of fuckable American womanhood. Her bright blue eyes were highlighted by a shock of long black hair which flowed down her shoulders. A sensuously shaped mouth gave the impression that she was no stranger to cock-sucking. Her ruby lips invited penetration, whether by tongue or throbbing prick.

It was a Saturday night, and Annette was preparing to babysit for the Longs, who were going to their weekly bridge club. Annette lay back in the warmth of the bathtub, sliding the soap up and down her sleek skin. When she came to her tits, her hands circled the ripe tit flesh of their own accord. Massaging the pink nipples, she pinched and pulled until the little tips stood up in excitement. As her hands moved down her body, she could already feel the wetness oozing from her cunt.

Automatically, Annette's hands fondled her clit. Rubbing the sensitive nub, Annette felt a rush of ecstasy. She knew that to stop now would leave her feeling an extremely disappointing sense of frustration. She felt the tender pink flesh of her cunt, moving her fingers up and down the folds and around the opening. As she inserted a finger, an involuntary gasp of pleasure escaped her lips. As she stroked her pussy with her finger, her other hand came up to her tits and began to massage her rigid nipples.

In and out fucked the finger, while her thumb found the hot clit. Moaning in the pleasure of the moment, Annette fingerfucked herself into a frenzy of unfulfilled desire. She fucked another finger into her pussy hole, then another. She sawed her hand back and forth faster and faster. Her hands worked and rubbed her tits, then moved back down to her clit. With one hand in her pussy and another attending her clit, she was quickly excited to the point of climax.