I raised my knees and slid it in. I was dry; I pulled open my nightstand drawer and pulled out my tub of butter. I wasted no time in lubing it and my ...unt hole. I could hardly wait to fuck myself. I slid it in and began my chant; my nasty, filthy, loving, chant. "Fuck me! Fuck that nasty cunt! Fuck me. I Love it! I love it! Fuck me! Fuck me!"Over and over I said it and on the 10th time I expected to climax and to climax hard. I didn't. Then it hit me. I did not have a cock in my ass. I also. I examined myself in the half-light, peering over the curves of my hips, the soft rise of my thighs, the bend in my leg that led to my pubic area, my flat stomach with a hint of definition, the slight sag of my breasts that caused them to fall slightly to the side with their mass, the large brownish areolas that held my hardening nipples in the morning cold, and the small arms that framed the entire picture. I was beautiful, and I was a woman. I had nothing to do with my days until school. “Love you, too.” She hung up. Alice, who had stepped out of sight to give her daughter some kind of privacy, heard all three words ... and smiled. Then her face got very serious.“How do you feel this morning?” He slipped his hands under her shirt and lifted her breasts.“I think you can tell pretty well. You’ve already got my nipples up. But, you mean about last night. I feel great.”“Was he good?” her husband asked.“Oh yes, love. He was good, he was different, he made me come a whole lot. How. Mostly, though, instead of looking, I concentrated on what my mouth was doing and how I was enjoying it almost as much as Tina was."Oh! Oh! Oh!" she whimpered, and I could smell her delightful pussy juices as they started to soak into the sheet under us. Tina's fingers were clawing my back and, although her upper body was held in place, her ass rocked and thrashed on the bed and her legs kicked up and down. "Keep sucking! Keep sucking my tits! I'm gonna cum."Most women can't cum without.