Jenny's needs can't wait

Dinner be damned, Jenny's cunt had been soaking wet since her, Dawn and Heather parted ways after the sloppy make out and fingerbang session in the back of Heather's Excursion. "Yeah, Dawn," she said into the phone, "I gotta go, Mom's calling me down for dinner. Want to go out again tomorrow? I think Mom's being cool about me getting out to celebrate, maybe you, me and Heather can hit up the new DSW outlet? I still want to get dinner at Blackfish, so we can totally hit that up, too. Oh, and hey, if you want to cam later after Mom's asleep, I know you want to see me in the babydoll I promised I'd model for you!" Jenny added as a tease. "OK, awesome, she'll probably be out by ten. Just text me when you're ready! Love you, bye!" Jenny cut the call and began tugging at the tie over the back keyhole of her green rommper. As bad as she wanted to feel Dawn mash her pussy against her lips again, she needed some time to herself.

The ties falling apart like limp noodles, Jenny shucked the pleated, bell-sleeved romper off of herself, letting it pool around her black patent, 3" Mary Janes. Standing in only the black lace shelf bra from Victoria's Secret's Very Sexy line, swiss-dot patterned pantyhose and her heels, she dug through the bag. One hand idly squeezed one of her fat tits. At a 34D-30-38, was getting more attention than she'd ever wanted or needed at school. Unfortunately for all of the slavering boys, she'd been turned off to their gender after three failed relationships and two very disappointing fucks. Rumors were already getting around that she'd changed teams, but she flirted just enough to fend those off for now. Once she was away at college she'd let her lesbian flag fly.

Her collection of toys would be the envy of any teen her age with a decent sex drive. Fortunately for Jenny, hers wasn't so much a drive as a burning imperative issued from her sodden cunt. Lube, plugs of three different sizes, the double-headed dildo she was determined to try one day, a nice, fat dong she'd grabbed for the hell of it and there, almost as heavy as the previous dong, was the prize catch: the hitachi. She'd heard stories from her older friends about these things. They were supposed to be magical. They'd get girls off in ways men could never fathom. Jenny never took too long to let loose, so she wondered how many this device could work out of her before she'd collapse from exhaustion.

But as much as she wanted the hitachi, there was always the option for...more...