Her teeth clenched, she rammed her stiff middle finger in and out of her pussy. She finger-fucked herself so fast and hard that she gasped with each thrust. She gazed at her face in the mirror and imagined it nuzzling and rubbing against Cissy's blonde crotch, saw her nose rubbing between Cissy's lust-swollen cuntlips. Her tongue came out and she started licking air, dripping spit on her tits as she pretended to be lapping deeply between Cissy's burning cuntlips. "You taste so good!" she whispered. She kissed and slurped and sucked. "Mmm, I love your pussy!" She closed her eyes, saw Cissy sucking on Jeff's cock, heard Jeff grunt like a bull and heard Cissy choke. Swallow it, Jeff was saying, forcing his cock deeper down Cissy's throat as he ejaculated his hot spunk. Cissy guzzled. She sure loved that spunk! Cissy got so excited that her pussy exploded in Pam's face. "Ohhh, Cissy!" Pam fell back on the bed, her back arched, her loins rocking, her head twisting from side to side. The fuck pleasure surged to a head in her loins and her cunt exploded with spasms around her ramming, grinding finger. "Ohhh yesss!" She squirmed on the mattress, gasping as the sensations melted her, groaning as electricity shot through her cunt and asshole and toes, through her tits and nipples. Every cell of her young body seemed to be pulsating. Her fuck juices frothed out around her plunging finger and formed a slippery, spit-like puddle on the bedspread between her legs. She fucked herself until the contractions in her cunt had stopped and the surges of sensation through her body had petered out. Her back came out of its arch and flattened against the mattress. Her finger slipped out of her cunt. Her toes uncurled and her legs relaxed. She caressed her tits, moaning softly. I needed that, she thought. After what happened this afternoon in Jeff's van, I needed that. I deserved that. She went directly into her bathroom, just off her bedroom, soaked a washcloth in warm water and returned to her bed to scrub the pussyjuice stain off her bedspread. Then she returned to the bathroom for a long soak in the tub to wash the sweat and filth off herself and to clear her mind, to cleanse her mind. Now that she'd relieved her pussy, things were back to normal. She didn't care what Cissy did. From now on she was going to keep her own thoughts pure. And she would only masturbate once a week, at the most. Maybe only once every two weeks. Maybe she'd stop masturbating altogether...

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