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Jodie Adams took one last glance in the mirror before leaving for her date. The petite schoolteacher smiled at her reflection, liking what she saw. She looked ten years younger than her real age, which was in the mid-thirties.

She had long flame-colored hair, big blue eyes, and a nice figure, all the curves in the right places, her ripe tits riding high. She knew her appearance would turn her date on. She just hoped it finally turned him on enough.

The doorbell rang, and Jodie went to answer it. She found her steady boyfriend, Craig Russell, waiting on the front porch. Every time she saw Craig, she had to stare for a second, he was so good-looking. Just over six, feet tall, blond, with ruggedly handsome features, he was just about everything she'd ever wanted in a man.

Unfortunately, though, Craig had one big drawback. He didn't believe in sex before marriage.

That was so weird, it was almost funny. Jodie couldn't believe it the first time he told her, and she'd howled with laughter. Now that they'd been dating for eight months, it wasn't so funny. Jodie was ready to go out of her mind with sexual frustration.

"Hi, honey," Craig said, leaning down to kiss her. "You look gorgeous, as usual."

"Thanks, Craig," Jodie said. "I'll grab my sweater and be right with you."

Just from a few seconds of looking at him and having him kiss her, her pussy was starting to heat and moisten. She warned herself to forget it. Craig was not going to fuck her. He'd made that clear on their first date.

He'd laid out his whole position. At least he'd been honest about it, she had to admit that. He'd explained that he didn't believe in fucking before marriage, and that he didn't believe in hasty marriages, either. He'd want to date a girl at least a year before proposing.

Jodie had accepted the situation, and she still accepted it, because she loved Craig and thought he was a good man, but her patience was wearing pretty thin. Dating him exclusively, she'd gone eight months now without getting fucked, and she was horny enough to scream.

But what could she do about it? She had to play by his rules or lose him. Now she pasted a big smile on her face and accompanied him to dinner, then to the movies. She always had a pleasant time with Craig, at least till he took her home. Then the frustration really started. Because although he didn't believe in going all the way before marriage, he did believe that necking was okay.

Tonight was no exception. "Going to offer me a nightcap?" he asked when they got back to Jodie's house.

"Of course," she smiled, "don't I always?"

Craig made himself right at home, turning on the living room lights low, plumping up the cushions on the couch, while Jodie made a couple of drinks. She brought in the drinks and sat beside him on the couch. As usual, he held his glass in one hand and slipped his free arm around Jodie's shoulders.

She nuzzled against him, unable to resist his exciting male closeness. It had been so long now since she'd had a man that half an experience was better than none. She felt hot sticky cunt-juice start to seep from her starved cunt, moistening her panties. Her pussy-flesh swelled and steamed.

Then Craig set aside his half-empty glass and started kissing her. He sure didn't hang back when it came to kissing. He slipped his hot tongue between her lips and suggestively explored her mouth. His quick loud breathing told her how excited their kissing made him.

Where did the man get his self-control? When they started kissing like that, Jodie always wanted to grab him by the arm and drag him right to her bed. Naughty visions filled her head, of her and Craig naked, fucking up a storm. But her incredible boyfriend seemed to be able to turn his lust off and on like a faucet. He didn't seem to feel the frustration she did.

Jodie always returned his kisses with full passion, partly because she couldn't help it and partly because she hoped that one night, finally, he'd lose control of himself and take her to bed. Tonight her hope was stronger than ever. She slid her hot little tongue into his mouth and probed around.

She felt the big man shiver, and he pulled her tighter against him, till her lust-engorged nipples poked against his chest. He had to feel her hot hard nubs even through his shirt. Jodie was almost trembling with lust by now, and her pretty face was flushed when they finally came up for air.

"God, you turn ine on," Craig sighed.

"I wish the feeling wasn't mutual," Jodie said bitterly. "Really, Craig, isn't this kind of crazy?"

"Jodie," he said with a frown, "we've been over this again and again. I have my beliefs, and I intend to stick by them. If you can't handle that, I guess you should look for another man."

And where would she do that? Jodie and Craig were both teachers in a small midwestern town, a town so small that Craig was just about the only man there who attracted her. She couldn't think of anybody else she'd want to date, let alone marry. Craig was her only choice.

"I don't want you to look for anybody else, though, honey," he went on. "I don't think I could stand that."

He slid his hands onto her tits, squeezing them sensuously through her clothes. Jodie leaned back and shivered with excitement. She felt kind of crazy tonight, crazy enough to ask a question that had been on her mind ever since their first date. It might make him mad, but she had to know.

"Craig," she said, "if you don't believe in sex before marriage, does that mean you're a virgin?"

He did look a little annoyed, and he answered gruffly, "No, no, of course I'm not a virgin. I've been with lots of girls I wouldn't dream of marrying. But you're special, Jodie."

"Oh, I see," she said sarcastically, "I'm so special that you can fuck them and not me. Well, thanks a lot!"

"Honey, let's not fight," Craig begged.

He temporarily silenced her with a steamy tongue-kiss, and he went on eagerly molding her large round tits, feeling her stiff nipples throbbing against his palms. Jodie creamed furiously, her scalding pussy-liquid soaking through her panties, as she imagined Craig actually fucking, his cock big and hard and hammering in her slick juicy cunt.

"Mmmmmmmm, uuummmmmmmmm," she moaned.

She couldn't control herself. Again she knew it might anger him, but it was something she just had to do. She reached for his fly. She found the zipper and tugged it open, then slid her eager little hand inside his pants. She felt a big bulge in his jockey shorts, and she cupped it and squeezed it.

She felt Craig starting to draw back to scold her, so she grabbed him by the head and held him in place, cramming her tongue into his mouth while she went on stroking and squeezing his cock. Now she felt some response. His prick was swelling in her fingers, filling his shorts.

Again the petite schoolteacher creamed heavily and helplessly. Jodie was no slut, but she wasn't a prude, either, and all the time she was going to college and getting her teaching credentials, she'd dated and fucked many attractive men. She was used to regular and satisfying sex. This situation with Craig was driving her crazy.

She worked his shorts down and slipped out his cock. She drew it from his fly and eased it out into the light of the room, till it protruded rigidly and obscenely from his pants. Only then did she allow him to break off their kiss. She stared hungrily at his cock.

"Dammit, Jodie," he said hoarsely, "you're just making it more difficult for both of us!"

"I had to look, Craig," she replied. "After eight months I just had to see your cock!"

Now she wasn't sure if she'd done the right thing. His cock was a beauty, a good nine inches long and as thick as her wrist. It was the biggest, most exciting cock she'd ever seen. And he was right, looking at it just made things more difficult for her, because now she really knew what she was missing.

"Oh, fuck you and your silly beliefs," she sighed.

She reached out and curled her fingers around his massive, rock-hard prick. His cock was solid yet throbbing, very alive to her touch. It rippled and bucked as she petted it, and thick globs of fuck-cream oozed up in his piss-hole. Craig was breathing hard and heavily as he watched her play with his cock-meat.

"Jodie, that's not going to get you anywhere," he told her hoarsely.

"I don't care," she said. "I just want to touch your cock."

Of course she wanted a lot more than that, but she knew there was no point in mentioning it. So she'd just take what she could get. She ran her fingers eagerly up and down the granite column of his cock, imagining how thoroughly his gigantic fuck-tool would fill her starved cunt.

Craig seemed to be relaxing a little. He'd bought her explanation that she just wanted to touch his cock. He believed she wasn't going to create a scene and demand that he fuck her. So he allowed himself to enjoy what she was doing, and he began unbuttoning her blouse.

Jodie shivered with excitement. Craig seldom went that far. He'd played with her tits only a few times before. Now she caressed the long hot slab of his cock-meat while he removed her blouse and then her pretty lace bra. Her firm tits, the size of big g****fruits, tumbled free.

"Mmmmmmmm, honey, yessss," she breathed as his big hands closed around her naked tits.

While he fondled her sensitive tit-globes, she cupped the big purple head of his prick and smeared her palm with his hot, sticky fuck-juices. Then she rubbed the thick liquid up and down his cock, her pumping slick and fast. Craig gave a low groan, and more fuck-cream welled up in his piss-hole.

"Dammit, Jodie, it's hard to resist you!" he growled.

Jodie sure hoped so. And she was even more encouraged when he dipped his head down, stuck out his tongue, and started to lick her nipples. She creamed very hard, her cunt-juices coming out in hot spurts. This was something her modest, moral boyfriend had never done to her before.

"Mmmmmmmm, honey, I love that," she gurgled.

His big wet tongue lashed her right nipple, then the left, darting back and forth between them. He coated both of her stiff buds with his hot sticky saliva. Jodie was squirming and moaning, and she felt like she could come so easily. If she just rubbed her thighs together, she could get off.

But she wanted Craig to do it for her. She was sick and tired of masturbating. It seemed as if that was all she'd done since meeting the man. They'd go out, they'd end up necking, and then Jodie would go to bed alone, seething with frustration. She'd be so ragingly horny that she'd have to beat off before she could sleep.

She didn't want this to be another of those nights. She wanted Craig to give her an orgasm, in whatever way he chose. She wanted to get off with her man, a perfectly normal female desire. She pumped his cock faster, hinting that she'd get him off if he'd do the same for her.

Catching her mounting excitement, Craig pushed her big hot tits together till her nipples were lined up side by side. He opened his mouth and slid it down around her furiously throbbing nipples, taking them both into juicy fuck-heat. Jodie sobbed with excitement as he started sucking her supersensitive nubs.

"Unnnnnhhh, baby, yesssss!" she wept.

She tightened her grip on his violently throbbing prick, pumping it hungrily, smearing her fingers in his dribbling fuck-cream. His cock bucked wildly in her grasp, and she knew he had to be having some very sexy fantasies about her. He had to be imagining that he was sliding his nearly-bursting cock into her seething wet cunt.

"Craig, honey," she whimpered, "why go on torturing each other? Let's go to my room!"

He instantly released her nipples from his sucking mouth and gave an impatient sigh. "Jodie, for the last time, no. I want everything to be right and perfect with us. I am not taking you to bed, and that's final!"

Jodie barely choked back a sob of frustration. "Then get me off some other way," she begged hoarsely. "Please, Craig, I can't stand another night like this, being left horny. You can at least do that much for me."

His expression softened, and he said gently, "Yes, Jodie, I guess you're right. I could to that much for you."

He slid his hand, up under her skirt and tugged down her little bikini panties. Rolling her skirt up out of the way, he stared at her neat little copper-colored cunt-bush. Jodie was too insanely horny to be shy, and she opened her thighs and exposed the soaked pink flesh of her pussy.

She felt his cock give a hard buck in her fist, and she was glad. At least he was experiencing the same frustration she was. Then he reached out and slipped his long stiff middle finger between the furry lips of her cunt-bush, caressing the slippery hot cunt-flesh inside. Jodie felt instant pleasure.

"Yes, Craig, play with me!" she moaned. "Make me come!"

Once more his prick tried to tear its way out of her fist, and she hoped he was just as maddeningly horny as she was. She pumped his cock-meat steadily while he explored between her legs with his stiff finger. She soaked his finger with uncontrollable spurts of molten cunt-cream.

Then he went to the most sensitive and receptive spot of all, the throbbing button of her clit. He pressed his fingertip to her pulsating bud and started rubbing it in a circular motion. He was very confident and skilled. He'd been around, all right, and he knew just how to get a woman off.

"Yes, yessss," Jodie panted, "don't stop, honey, keep doing that, it feels so good."

As her excitement mounted, she pumped his cock faster and faster, and his breathing got louder and more harsh. They were launched now, committed to getting each other off. It would have driven them both crazy to stop. Craig's big prick was throbbing like mad in Jodie's fist, and her clit was pulsating wildly against his circling fingertip.

They were like a couple of teenagers, Jodie thought, doing everything but going all the way. It was ridiculous, because they were both in their thirties. They ought to be in her bed, fucking each other's brains out. But she'd fallen in love with Craig and had no choice but to play the game his way.

She'd settle for what she could get, and right now what she ached for was an orgasm from her man, even if it came from his finger instead of his cock. She rubbed her swelling clit against his expertly massaging finger and felt herself teetering on the edge of a body-racking release.

"Just a little more, honey," she whimpered, "I'm almost there."

Craig just gave a hoarse growl, and his cock swelled up so taut that she thought it would explode. He was on the brink of climax, just like she was. She began to pump his cock-meat with lightening speed, and he responded by rubbing her clit faster and faster.

That was all it took to set off the frantically horny schoolteacher. Jodie felt a violent orgasm exploding out from her clit and ripping hotly through her body. A second later Craig bellowed with pleasure, and thick wads of fuck-cream exploded from the head of his cock.

"Ohhhhhh, God, whaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" Jodie screamed.

"Unnnnhhhhhh, unnnnggghhhhhhh!" Craig cried.

At last, she thought bitterly, after eight months of dating, they'd climaxed together. How much longer would she have to wait till Craig thought it was okay to get married and fuck? She knew she couldn't wait much longer. She needed a normal sex life. But where was she going to find another man?

Her thoughts were interrupted as Craig stood up and straightened his clothes. "We went a lot farther than I intended to, Jodie," he said. "Things are getting out of control. I think we ought to cool it for a while and not see each other."

Jodie's self-control snapped, and she burst out angrily, "Okay, Craig, that's just fine with me. I'll have my son for company, anyway."
Jodie hadn't actually thought much about her son that evening, but there was nothing strange about that. Dane hadn't been part of her life for many years.

Jodie had been married very young, and she'd gradually realized that it was a mistake. Her husband Larry was a nice enough guy, but they had little in common, and they seemed to want totally different things out of life. When their son Dane was still in grade school, Jodie had made the decision to end her marriage.

She'd been only a teenager when she married, not even out of high school, so if she was going to be single and support herself, she had to get an education. Larry consented to take Dane, raise him and support him, while Jodie went to college and got her teaching credentials. They agreed that when she was financially able to take care of Dane, she'd get custody of him.

Now, having been on her first job for one full term and having saved all the money she could, she was ready to take her son back into her life.

Dane was flying in from California the next day. Jodie had scheduled it for him to arrive when her summer vacation started. That would give them three months to get reacquainted. She was pretty nervous about meeting the boy. They'd been apart for so long, they were almost like strangers.

She wanted her son back in her life, of course, but she wondered how he felt about it. Would he resent her leaving him to go for a career? Would he be sad to leave his father? Most worrisome of all, could she and Dane be happy living together? She'd have the summer to find out.

The next morning Jodie drove into the nearest big city to meet her son's flight. She'd taken special care with her appearance, and she knew she looked pretty and sexy, like a mother a boy could be proud of. As she walked through the terminal, she got lots of admiring glances from men.

She tried not to think about that. It would have been so easy just to return a smile, get an invitation to go for a drink, and in no time at all she could be in a motel fucking, getting the fucking she craved so badly. But she couldn't do that. She was a mother now, with a c***d to look after.

Dane's arrival was annouced, and Jodie stood on tiptoe, scanning the crowd for a glimpse of her boy. She had an image in her mind of Dane as she'd last seen him, a cute little blond k** with apple cheeks and unruly curly hair. But she saw nobody like that in the crowd.

"Hi, Mom, I snuck up on you," came a voice from behind her.

Jodie whirled and gawked. She wouldn't have recognized her own son if he hadn't introduced himself. Dane wasn't a little boy any more. He was a teenager, a young man. He towered over his petite mother.

"Dane?" she said breathlessly. "Gosh, I hardly know you."

"Yeah, I've grown a little, haven't I?" he said with a grin. "But you look exactly the same to me, Mom. You're just as beautiful as ever."

He pulled her into a tight embrace and kissed her on the mouth. It happened so fast and unexpectedly that Jodie didn't have time to resist. As she was pressed against his tall hard male body, she felt an insane flash of lust. She sternly reminded herself that this guy was her son, not a would-be lover.

Then Dane let her go with a laugh.

"Let's get out of here," he said. "I can hardly wait to see my new home."

For the rest of the day mother and son chatted, telling each other about their lives, getting reacquainted. Jodie was struck by how affectionate Dane was. He kissed, hugged, squeezed, and patted her at every opportunity. It was nice, in a way, but it was also maddening.

The boy was incredibly handsome and sexy, and his body was mature and very male. He didn't seem like her son. He seemed like a hunk she wanted to get her hands on. She just couldn't help it-her own son was turning her on like mad.

So she was relieved when Dane, exhausted from his long trip and from jet lag, decided to go to bed early. That gave her a chance to be alone and to think straight. She knew she had to be very stern with herself and get rid of this insane attraction she was feeling for her own son.

It's i****t, Jodie, she told herself. Mothers don't have affairs with their sons.

She had a nightcap, then went off to bed, but she couldn't sleep. It had been a pretty exciting and disturbing day, after all. And as usual she was feeling horny. She knew from sad experience that she'd never get to sleep unless she masturbated.

"What a drag," she sighed, kicking back the covers.

In the moonlight coming through her sheer curtains, she could see herself. She rolled up her nightgown and exposed the pretty little triangle of her cunt-bush. She opened her thighs and slid a hand between them, touching the scorching, soaked flesh of her pussy.

She shivered and moaned as she caressed her hot, engorged cunt-folds. It had been a mistake to go so far with Craig last night, because it had just whetted her appetite for more. She ached to be fucked. She knew she'd never rest till her cunt was crammed with a big hard cock.

As she stroked her fever-hot pussy, she helplessly thought about her son. It was uncanny the way he resembled his father, and that was a big part of his attraction for her. Larry was such a sexy guy. Even when she knew they'd be better off divorced, Jodie still loved fucking him.

It had been that way since the moment they met. It had been lust at first sight. Jodie liked to recall that exciting meeting when she played with herself. It was more arousing to her than any fantasy she could have made up. Besides, it was wrong to think about her son as she masturbated, but it was okay to think of his father.

Purring with arousal, stroking the supersensitive flesh of her pussy, Jodie let her mind drift back to her junior year in high school. It was a warm September evening, the school year just getting started, when she first laid eyes on Larry Adams.

She'd been sitting on her front porch with her best girlfriend, Betty, when Larry had walked by. He was in his mid-twenties, and he was the sexiest thing they'd ever seen, tall and blond and extremely well-built. His tight jeans and t-shirt showed off his tan, muscular body.

Jodie and Betty had just helplessly gawked at the handsome newcomer to their small town. Larry noticed them staring at him, and he grinned and stopped to light a cigarette. His eyes flitted over Betty, then settled on Jodie. He started up the front walk.

"Oh, my gosh, he's gonna talk to us," Jodie exclaimed in a whisper. "What are we gonna do? He's so cute, I can hardly stand it!"

Betty giggled and said, "I dare you to go out with him. I bet you're too chicken!"

"I am not," Jodie snapped. Then she added with a sigh, "He'd never ask me, anyway."

By this time Larry was walking onto the porch.

"Hi," he said, "my name's Larry Adams, and I'm new in town. Can you young ladies tell me what people do for fun on a Friday night?"

Betty gave Jodie a poke, and the cute little redhead jumped to her feet, deciding to take her friend's dare.

"I can show you," she told Larry, "if you want to take a walk."

"I sure do," he grinned.

Jodie walked off with him, a little scared, never dreaming that she'd come home without her virginity.

At first Larry behaved like a perfect gentleman. They strolled around town and Jodie showed him the sights, such as they were, and then he took her for a hamburger and fries. As he was walking her home, they detoured into the tiny town park and found themselves alone.

"I can't resist this," Larry said, "but you can slap my face afterwards if you want to."

He pulled her into a tight embrace and kissed her. Jodie had been kissed before, but never like that. It was the first time she'd been kissed by a guy who knew what he was doing. He slid his tongue into her mouth, and she was astonished to feel hot cream spurting from her cunt.

She'd never creamed for a guy before. In fact, though she'd been dating for a year now, she'd never really felt horny for any of the boys she went out with. Now she was feeling so horny, her knees were turning to rubber and she was soaking her panties with her scalding pussy-juices.

Her tits swelled, too, and her nipples were turning into rigid nubs, poking into Larry's chest. She just couldn't control her hot reaction to his expert kissing. He slid his hands down and cupped her firm little ass, pulling her even tighter against him. Her pouting pussy-mound pressed against the big outline of his cock. She almost whimpered with excitement.

Finally he drew back and grinned at her.

"Well," he said, "aren't you gonna slap my face?"

"N-No," Jodie said breathlessly. "I'd like you to kiss me again, Larry."

His eyes grew hot and eager, and he said, "Great, I'd love to, but let's go somewhere a little more private."

"I know a place," Jodie volunteered.

She led him deep into the park, off the trail, and into a little clearing she'd discovered long ago. She knew it was insane to go there alone, at night, with an older man she'd known only a few hours, but it was like she just had to do it. Something about him attracted and held her like a magnet.

They sank down on the soft grass, and Larry rolled half on top of her and kissed her some more, driving her wild with the deep, hot thrusts of his tongue. She found herself squirming, though she was too young then to realize that she was jerking her hips in an instinctive fucking motion.

Larry realized it, though. He knew she was horny for him. He knew he was being offered a virgin teenage pussy. But he tried to control himself at first, maybe testing her, seeing if she'd panic. He slipped his hands under her t-shirt and cupped her tits, teasingly thumbing her nipples through her thin bra. Jodie whimpered with excitement.

He reached around her and unhooked her bra, then slid his hands onto her bare tits. Jodie had never let a guy touch her tits before. Now she trembled and sighed with arousal as Larry expertly molded and squeezed her silky-soft tit-globes. She creamed hotly and uncontrollably.

When she didn't protest, he left her lust-swollen tits and unzipped her jeans. Jodie knew how crazy she was being, but she let the handsome stranger remove all her clothes, even her panties. He slid a hand between her legs and started playing with her pussy, and it was the most wonderful feeling.

"Ohhhhh, wow, oooooooooh!" she squealed.

"You like that?" he asked.

"Yeah, it feels great," she moaned.

"Do something for me, too," he said. "Unzip my jeans and take my cock out. Play with it!"

Jodie's fingers trembled as she obeyed. She'd never touched or even seen a cock before, and she was curious but also frightened. She fumbled with his fly and finally got his jeans open. He wasn't wearing shorts. As she tugged down his jeans, his massive, stiff cock shot out, an she squealed in surprise.

"Hey, take it easy, honey," Larry laughed. "It's not gonna attack you. My cock just wants to be petted."

"Okay," Jodie replied nervously.

She gingerly petted his thick, rock-hard cock, and while she did that, he gently but steadily inserted his thick middle finger into her virgin cunt. She'd never had anything in there before, and she was surprised at how exciting it felt. When it was fully into her, she gurgled with pleasure.

"Mmmmmmmmm, yeah," she panted.

Larry's eyes were hot and horny as he felt her tiny, untried cunt sucking and creaming around his finger. He left it in her for a few seconds, watching her squirm and moan, and then he drew it out again and rolled fully onto her. He sank down between her parted thighs.

Jodie was panting. She knew what was about to happen, and she knew it was insane of her to give her virginity to a man she hardly knew. Yet she was doing it without hesitation. She opened her legs as wide as she could, and she let him plug the thick head of his cock into her tiny cuntal opening.

"Easy," he crooned, "I'll make this as good for you as I can. Just relax."

Jodie did her best to stay limp and yielding as he slowly but steadily glided his cock into her, taking her cherry in a slow, sensuous thrust. He hadn't lied to her. He was making it good. If he'd been more selfish, he could really have hurt her, but he was making her first fuck a terrific experience.

She clung to him and gurgled with excitement as she took her first cock. She found it very exciting, and after he'd stretched her cunt a little, it started to feel really nice. He fucked her slowly and deeply till she was used to it, then started gradually increasing his speed. Jodie soaked his pistoning cock with helpless spurts of pussy-cream.

"Oh, yeah, Larry, it feels so good!" she gurgled. "I love you to fuck me!"

"That's good, baby," he rasped, "'cause I'm gonna fuck you all night!"

He wasn't k**ding. It was almost dawn when Jodie finally got home, her cunt deliciously sore. She caught hell from her folks, but she didn't care. From that point on it was Larry, Larry, Larry. She saw him all the time. And in just two months she was pregnant with Dane.

So she'd dropped out of high school and gotten married. She was so crazy about Larry, it was the only thing she could do. Looking back on it now, Jodie couldn't see how she could have done anything different. Even today, years later, the thought of Larry made her pussy go hot and ready.

As she thought about him and the night he took her cherry, she slipped a finger into her juicy hot cunt and began beating off. One finger didn't give her the cock-like sensation she craved, so she tried two fingers and finally three. She could hardly get three fingers into her cunt, but that tight fit was exactly what she craved.

"Ohhhhh, God, yessss!" she moaned. "Fuck me, honey, fuck me crazy!"

The sex-starved young teacher wasn't sure who she was talking to in her masturbation fantasy. It could have been Larry, it could have been Craig, or it could have been some fantasy man. It didn't really matter as long as she got the sensation of being fucked, of a man driving his steel-hard cock deep into her famished cunt.

She finger-fucked herself faster and harder by the second, her lust at the boiling point. She figured she was going to do a lot of masturbating this summer, because there'd always be a man she wanted and couldn't have. Either Dane or Craig or both would be around, arousing her but not satisfying her.

So once again her only relief would be her own fingers. She hated the situation, but what else could she do? She couldn't break down Craig's resistance and get him to fuck her, and she couldn't fuck her own c***d. Masturbation was the only way to keep her sanity till she and Craig were married--if they ever were.

"Unnnnhhhh, yes, yesssss!" she moaned to the vague male in her fantasy. "Fuck me hard, make me come! I'll go crazy if I don't come!"

Those three bunched fingers were cramming and reaming her cunt deliciously, just like a big cock would. It was a pretty damned good imitation. But Jodie wasn't fooled. She missed having a big, hard, hairy male body pressing against her, and she missed hearing a flesh-and-blood fucker groan with pleasure.

"Dammit," she sobbed, "I need a man so bad. What am I gonna do?"

In desperation she finger-fucked herself even harder and faster, blotting out all other sensations. She lost herself in the wild excitement of rocketing toward orgasm. It didn't take her long to get there. She figured she had to be one of the horniest ladies on earth.

"Ooooooo, shit, unnnggghhhhh!" she sobbed as she got herself off.

Dimly she remembered that she wasn't alone in the house any more and that she couldn't make a lot of noise when she came. She buried her face in the pillows to muffle her screams and moans of relief as she finger-fucked herself through a delicious orgasm.

It felt great, as usual, but it was just a very temporary solution to her problems. Jodie knew that she was going to have to find a good steady lover if she was going to be happy. She was fed up with her sexless life. But where was the man she needed?