The delicate meat of her asscheeks bounced as she plunged and writhed her hips around in a dozen different directions at once. I saw two fingers plunge into her cunt and then three. Jessica began to flick them in and out, going deeper in her oozing hole each time. With the other hand she worked and pinched at her clitoris until it was standing out from the dainty, juice-soaked meat of her gash.

My legs went weak as hot blood pulsed in my hardened cock. A furious spasm ran through Jessica's long, lithe body. Her fingers fluttered and dug at her spread-open cunt, and her head tossed feverishly on the bed.

"Uhhhhh… uhh… uhh!" she moaned, hunching her ass hard enough to make the mattress thump. Then the room was suddenly as silent as the inside of a library.

I stilled my own frenzied breathing, afraid she might hear me. After what seemed like a long time, Jessica pulled her butter-slick hands out from behind her puffy cuntlips and rolled face down on the bed. Just to make sure, I waited until her breathing deepened and evened out. When I was positive she was asleep, I eased back into my own room and closed the door. I had a terrific desire to jack off but since I'd been saving for a wet dream for two weeks and Bonnie hadn't given me any satisfaction that night, I figured I might just as well wait. A month before I'd had a Technicolor fantasy of Teeny Buston on her knees in front of me, her mouth full of cock. It had been so real that I'd even envisioned the class ring she wore on her finger. I could still see it as she brought her pale hand up to steady my spurting cock. Maybe tonight I'd dream about Jessica. Jessica stretched out on her bed with me on top of her, pushing the head of my prick into that hot, soaked cunt hole.

As I began to drift off, my mind spun happily with the fantastic finger-fucking scene I'd just watched. I could remember every detail, every excitement Jessica had brought to her aching cunt. And then the room was drifting away as the blanket of sleep covered my thoughts.