Laura had been sexually over-stimulated and horny for weeks after that episode, and she had sworn never again to torment herself by trying to finger-fuck her cunt to a climax, no matter how frustrated she was. She sighed, remembering the aching desire she had brought to a peak of excitement, all for nothing.

All those sex writers who claim you can masturbate and have orgasms are crazy. They're probably the over-sexed whores who fuck so many men that they know how. I wouldn't know how to even start.

She was so full of lust and sexual cravings that she poured herself a Manhattan, drinking it down in one big gulp. As she chewed on the cherry, she realized that it didn't help at all. Her cunt still ached, wanting to be rubbed, to be filled by a man's cock.

I'll never make it. How can I live the rest of my life without being screwed? I need it! I know that's why I'm so tense and irritable. I've got to have some relief!

Laura rubbed her nipples as she gulped down her second and then her third Manhattan. She was beginning to forget her past horrible experience with finger-fucking. All she knew was that she craved sex – any kind, with anyone – even with herself, if necessary. She had to have her cunt touched and rubbed and penetrated.

Laura panted as she ran for her bed and pulled off the spread quickly. She kept rubbing her nipples, which were hard and protruding now. She was ready.

Ready for what? Ready to fuck myself. I have to try it again. I have to! I need it so badly.

She lay on her bed, rubbing her tit with one hand and her clitoris with the other. Laura had read all the books and she knew just what to do, in her mind. As she lay there and rubbed, she made a mental survey of the objects she had in the house that she could use for an artificial prick. She had to push something hard inside her cunt. She needed a fucking!