Concentrating hard on the unfamiliar task of sucking cock, Elsie fingered her cunt almost absent-mindedly, instinctively pleasuring herself with little thought for where and how she touched. The prick in her mouth was the center of her attention. The way it twitched against her lips now and then, the way Conrad's breathing changed when she thrust her tongue firmly down and up the underside of the joint between the shaft and head, trying now and then to take him all the way in, but unable to quite get past her gag reflex.

"Put your finger in your pussy," Conrad ordered, his voice husky.

She slid her hand back a bit and pushed her middle finger inside.

"Now fuck yourself."

His focus on what she was doing to herself embarrassed her. She was no longer lost in the mental safety of the blowjob. Slowly she slid her finger out and back in, feeling the strange texture of herself inside, her sticky heat. Normally when she got herself off she did not put her fingers inside, but only stroked and rubbed over her labia, her slit, her clit. The penetration felt strange. Good.

"Two fingers, now Elsie. And fuck yourself faster. Harder."

Her index finger joined its neighbor and she thrust her two digits deep into her cunt. Her other arm, hand, and shoulder were beginning to ache from supporting her. Fucking herself, sliding her fingers in and out of her wet, swollen cunt, she bobbed up and down optimistically on his prick, feeling that making him cum would give her a tiny sense of power in all of this. The thought of it made her cunt pulse close around her fingers. Her second climax was coming within reach. She stroked her thumb over her clit and a throb of excruciating pleasure rippled through her. She whimpered over his cock.