McMorning's claw-like talons flicked a swollen nub as she fingered herself faster and faster.“Oh, bad man who will not give succourAnd give in and f...nally fuck her!Would you please fuck me now?Would you please bring me sweet reliefTo this, mine lusting needing grief?Would you please fuck me now?”She cried out as she hit her threshold, cumming in huge spasms like a sperm whale’s mistress (sorry, the bad writing is contagious). Outwardly, Frank Leigh emitted frantic moaning noises through the. "That must've been... you know... weird." It was upsetting," Peggy said. "I tried to make myself like guys. I did the classic overcompensation thing and became something of a slut. I went out with boy after boy. I would make out with them. I would let them feel my tits. I'd let them finger me. I jerked a lot of them off and even blew a few. One of them took my virginity when I was just about to turn sixteen. I was very experienced with boys for my age and none of this did anything at all for. Now, I don’t know if I’m coming or going. Well I know she is coming, constantly. I’ve had to change the batteries three times this week already and it’s only Thursday. She hasn’t left the house in weeks, my only hope is she’ll run out of batteries. She’s even stopped getting dressed. I’m there with her mobile phone, dumped on the desk, within easy reach. She pretends to do a few minutes work, then I hear the click click click as she logs into one of the numerous sites she’s been on constantly. I met her at the theater for the school, where she worked in the box office, and my mouth was immediately on the floor. She was wearing a tight, lacey top that showed off her ample, barely-contained-by-a-C-cup, breasts, and a long skirt that hugged her hips. We got out to my car and spent a few minutes feverishly making out before going to dinner. We had a quiet table together where we chatted, caught up, and where she rubbed her foot up and down my leg, making me even more turned on then I was.