It was only two days before Prissy showed up once again at Lillian's door.
She went much more quietly this time, allowing Lillian to tie her up with minimal fuss and spreading her legs obediently when Lillian unbuckled the belt, though she couldn't seem to help squirming a bit just to feel the pressure of her thighs that were usually held away from her core by the hard cup of the belt.
"You're wetter than last time," Lillian noted with immediate delight. "Have you had a difficult few days, Prissy, dear?"
"No," Prissy said, with the offended self-importance of a girl trying to preserve her dignity, then she gasped as Lillian pressed a hand up against her hot, twitching cunt and rolled her fingers. "Oh! Miss! Oh..." she trailed off in a groan as Lillian eased off the pressure and began rubbing back and forth, slowly, with her finger, feeling the slick slide of her fluids.
"Have you thought about it often, Prissy? About me touching you this way, I mean? Has it been very distracting?"
"No," Prissy said again, then bit her lip as Lillian flicked lightly over the sensitive folds of her engorged vulva. "I don't like girls, you know."
"Hmm, I see. So you think about boys, then? When you get distracted?" Lillian asked, pressing her finger back again until she slipped her fingertip just inside of Prissy's tight, clenching hole.
"Miss!" Prissy gasped, a bit shocked.
"What? You've never touched yourself here? This is where the business happens if you lay with a boy, you know," Lillian said, slowly pressing her finger deeper. "Does it feel the way you imagined?"
"N-no," Prissy stuttered, rocking her hips in tiny movements. "Ohh, Miss, please."
"Please what?"
"I want to come, please."
"That's what we're trying to do here, isn't it?" Lillian tittered. "Did you think I'd forgotten? Goodness, I'm practically up to my knuckle in you right now, I'm certainly not doing it for my health. Try imagining I'm a boy that you like, if that helps."
She began sliding her finger in and out slowly, allowing Prissy to feel the drag and friction of it. Eventually, despite her virginity, Prissy's hungry hole was open enough for Lillian to easily fit a second finger, so she did; all the while, she carefully kept herself from pressing against that spot that would give the girl any hope of finishing this way.
Prissy devolved in to low, wordless moans, rocking her hips slowly in time with the thrusting of Lillian's fingers, clearly overwhelmed by the sensation of having something inside her hole for the first time when she was already in such a desperate state. Eventually, her thighs began to tremble again from the strain of standing with her legs so far apart, and Lillian tsked, pulling her fingers out with a wet sound.
"What a shame. Most girls come easily from having their cunts fingered this way, you know, but I suppose you're just too sloppy."
"Please, Miss, please," Prissy gasped, winded from both the torment and from the strain of holding her position. "I'm so close, I swear. If you would just--just touch me there--"
"Touch you where, Prissy?"
"You know where!"
Lillian laughed. "I'm not sure I do. Here?" she played a finger across the silken folds that were now freshly wet with fluid.
