Sophie admired herself in the mirror. Flowing red hair, jade green eyes, large thrusting tits... lovely.
Lifting her skirt revealed her secret prize. A glistening pink pussy, fringed with curly red pubes. Sophie spread open her pretty pink folds.
It truly is a cunt of quality. A cunt just waiting for Mr. Right.
Thinking of Mr. Right always made her horny, actually thinking of any guy made her horny. Sticking a finger into her slit Sophie rubbed her magic clitty, up and down, faster and faster... But a car horn blared in the driveway. "Dammit!"
Sophie hurried to Geena's truck and jumped in. The chubby girl laughed. "Sophie you got a wet spot on your skirt. Girl you been fingering your Skittle again?"
"Yes and I didn't finish because of you."
Geena winked and pulled out her fat boobs. "Let's do sex fantasy #33 --Hurry!" Sophie laughed, threw off her top and dropped her panties. And the two girls sucked each other's tits, while finger fucking each other to orgasm.
Afterwards Sophie licked off her finger. "I can't believe you number your sex fantasies." Sophie lit a cigarette. "But thanks Geena. I need a good fingering in the morning or I get so damn horny I can't sit straight."
"Yeah. Fingers are fine Soph. But ain't you ever fantasized about cocks, long hard stiff cocks. What it'd be like to suck one and swallow down a guy's stuff. Or what a stiff cock might feel like fucking your pussy... Or your butt?"
"All the time Geena— all the fucking time!"
"Me too. I ain't never sucked or got screwed—in my front or back." Geena sighed. "I used to lasso my gay cousin and force him to do Fantasy #14. Sitting on his face, forcing him to lick my pussy. But he transferred to a college in Alaska."
Geena glanced down at her crotch. "Dammit this twat was made to be spread and speared-- speared hard!"
"Mine too." Sophie giggled, rubbing her moist slit. "Soon some young prick is going to get lucky... really lucky. But he has to be a prick from a proper family. My fine pussy deserves nothing less than a proper pricking."
"What about Cecil? I thought he was porking you—"
"—not a chance! I'm a proper girl. And nobody PORKS me!" Sophie shoved a tissue into her wet panties.
"Sure Cecil tries to fuck me all the time. And sometimes I let him suck my tits and finger my fuck-hole. Oh and maybe a hand job, but that's it. His family isn't rich so he definitely isn't Mr. Right."
Geena laughed. "Hell I'd pork him."
"Hell you'd pork a broom handle."
"I have."
****
The next day in the high school cafeteria. Sophie couldn't believe it when Nathaniel Beauregard III walked up, bowed and asked her to the Debutante Ball. And when Nathanial kissed her hand, the proper girl creamed her panties.
"Oh Yes Nathan, heavens yes!"
A handsome guy from a rich family. Nathan could be Mr. Right— and Mr. Lucky— and Mr. Fuck-Me-Silly!
Sophie was ready, ready to lose her virginity, ready for the joy of screwing.
Before her date Sophie shaved her twat and polished it with pussy wax. And added a touch of hot pink lipstick to her pussy lips... to make them extra shiny.
And that night Nathan looked so fetching in his teal blue blazer. He drove her to a romantic spot and took her in his strong arms. As they'd kissed under the moonlit magnolias Nathan rubbed her soft tits and squeezed her eager nipples, tingling the wild places in her heart... and lower.
Sophie heard Nathan unzip, and looked down to watch his cock poke up from his pants like an elephant tusk. She stared in awe at the wonderfully stiff prick and felt her panties melt...
"Stroke it Sophie, please. Hurry!"
"A hand job? Nathan isn't there something you'd rather spread instead?"
"Hurry Sophie—stroke it!" The girl relented. Feeling his hot cock throb in her hand she slowly pulled it up and down...as her thighs ache with each stroke. A hand job was truly a waste of good hard cock meat.
After a few more strokes Nathan groaned and lurched. Sophie watched bursts of white jism spurt from his knob like a cum fountain, splattering across her pink dress. The gross sight made her hungry pussy growl.
Sophie was eager to go further. She'd gladly suck his cock and let him spurt his love cream down her throat, sex fantasy #5. Or she could lift her feet up to her ears in fantasy #16. Sophie would take his hard prick deep into her warm welcoming womanhood and...
Tossing her panties Sophie shoed away the mosquitos and spread her shiny-shiny twat in the soft moonlight. But Nathan didn't even touch it. Sophie shoved his hand between her thighs and nudged it up to her open hole and... nothing. The guy did nothing, just wiped off his hands drove her home.
Afterwards in bed Sophie licked the jism off her dress while humping her wooden bedpost... fantasy # 44.
****
The next morning Geena picked her up. "How was your fuck date Sophie?"
"Terrible. The only thing I got in my pussy was mosquito bites."
"Can I see?"
"Sure." Sophie dropped her panties and opened her pussy lips, showing her friend the itchy mosquito bites.
"Wow. At least the jerk could have fingered you. That's the polite thing to do." Geena rubbed Sophie's wet slit. "You wanna do fantasy #7, the Skittle tongue-tickle?"
"Not we're late for class. "
Sophie squirmed through geometry, telling her twat to be patient. It whined once and Sophie gave it a quick spank. When the bell rang the horny redhead raced to the girl's restroom. But there were so many girls in there smoking it was hard to get pussy privacy.
Then Sophie discovered the library restroom. The quiet restroom made a most excellent masturbatorium. Every day the horny girl hurried to the library with her pussy pulsing, to finger her smoldering slit.
That day, heading for the high school library her pussy dripped with anticipation. But the library restroom was closed for cleaning. Dammit! Double Dammit!
But next to it was the supply room. Sophie ran in. Dropping her panties she spread herself on an old desk. The horny redhead pumped her pussy with two fingers, pretending a big man was fucking her— fucking her savagely with his proper prick— a prick the size of a fence post!
Oh Yes. Fuck me hard you beast
! Horny Sophie was so busy diddling her clitty, she didn't hear the door open.
"MISS SOPHIE— WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"