She wondered why she hadn't been able to come. She knew that if what had happened to her in the dream had taken place in real life, the orgasms would have been killing. Just remembering it all got her even more excited.
It was as if she could still feel their rough urgent bodies pressing her quivering flesh. Fucking me everywhere! she thought, amazed. All at once!
"God, I wish it had really happened!" she whispered to herself.
But right now, with the need to come still throbbing in her body, there was no one to fuck her. Except herself. She ran her hands all over her feverish body and felt her flesh almost wince with need.
But it was three o'clock in the morning. She couldn't just phone someone, wake them out of a sound sleep, beg them to come over and fuck her. "God! God!" she moaned over and over to herself.
Her body was sticky with swat. Maybe if I take a bath, she though. Maybe it'll calm me down.
She went into the bathroom and started the water. While it ran, she gazed at her tawny, voluptuous body in the mirror. She knew what a desirable body it was. Not many girls are built like you are, honey, she smiled at herself.
Not since she was eighteen had she taken such an interest in her own body. She had let others enjoy and admire it. She watched while desire for her body reduced them to a hot jelly of sexual hunger.
There was no reason why she shouldn't pay some attention to it herself. She rubbed her hands softly up and don the smooth skin of her thighs, her stomach, her midriff. She stopped just short of the full globes of her tits, enjoying the tingling that feathered her nerve.
Gently she dug the heel of her hand into her cunt, pushing down on her pubic mound. Her knees weakened as the hot sensations gripped her.
She shut off the water and climbed into the bath. For a while she lay on her back in the warm water, barely moving. She let the water lap over her, as she watched the thick hair at her cunt float, while her wide round nipples stiffened and stood with raked bumps, then soften again into swollen buds.
With her fingertips she caressed her long stomach. She began where it dipped beneath the inverted vee of her ribs. She inserted one finger into the deep fucking cup of her navel. Then she let the backs of her knuckles trail on down her belly and across the silky flatness where it sloped between the twin rises of her pelvic bones.
She dipped her hands into the water and ran them along her inner thighs below her cunt. She was careful not to touch the achy slit itself. Instead she drew the heel of each hand up to where each thigh joined her crotch. Then she dug them down and in, making a vise that squeezed her tight throbbing pussylips together.
She gulped. Her eyelids fluttered as the hot sensations coursed through her. Tae it slow, take it slow! she told herself. The thought of all the things she could do to her body to make herself come made her delirious with excitement.
Her hands trailed upwards again, across her shimmering stomach to her barely slackened tits. They spread over her chest in large round pools, bulging at the sides. They were creamier than the rest of her tanned body, sloping up like firm hills to the half-erect cones of her big nipples.
She lifted her wet tits, looked at them, rolled them around in her hands. She squeezed them, watching her ten fingers press into their firm resilience, marveling at the way her nipples puffed and enlarged. She remembered how the first boy who had over fucked her had come like a shot the first time he took one of these beauties into his mouth.
She took the soap from its dish and got it wet and began to lather her whole upper body. She worked up a thick creamy foam of suds and let it lubricate her hands as they slid all over her slick flesh.
Her nipples were now tight and hard ad new round berries. They jabbed her palms as her hands slid over them. She planted a palm flat on each tingling tits and massaged them in circles.
At first she did it slowly. Then faster. Then a furious pressing whirl of her hands on her slippery tits. She felt them sizzle with heat. Her nipples throbbed and pointed.
Her knees began to leap reflexively out of the water. She bit her lip and heard herself whimpering mindlessly. She soaped her entire body and lay trembling in the water, moaning, running her hands over every inch of her slippery skin.
My God, she thought. At this rate I'll never make it out of the bath! I'll come right here. But I can't let that happen. I want to prolong it.
Only one more thing. Just one more, then I'll get out. Before it becomes too good and I just let it happen right then. .
She took the washcloth, holding it by one corner, and dangled it in the water between her spread thighs. Then slowly, she drew it up her groin, drawing it across hr open cuntlips.
She did it again and again. Each time she drew it upward the wet cloth traveled more deeply in her exposed channel, riding into the blossomed flesh of her cunt. It scraped across the pulsing nub of her clit. Joyce's trembling thighs closed instinctively on the slow slithery washcloth.
Again and again she drew the taut wet cloth up her clenching pussy. She clamped it tight with her thighs and gritted her teeth to withstand the excruciating pleasure that shot through her body.
"Ohhhnnnn… Ohh!" she moaned aloud, her wet squirming body splashing uncontrollably in the warm water.
Oh, I have to get out and do it on the bed. Oh, it feels so good!
Hurrying, not wanting to waste a minute, she pulled the plug, got out of the bath and toweled herself off. She went into the bedroom, feeling fresh and moist, glowing and pleasantly weak with sexual need.
She set out some bottles and jars of after bath oils and body creams on the dresser. As she looked dawn at the rumpled sheets, she couldn't help recalling the dream. The joyous feeling of all of them fucking her at once made her blood leap.
She looked around at her preparations, rubbing her hands up and down her quivering naked body, and decided she was ready. But somehow an overwhelming curiosity to actually see her cunt as she fucked it gripped her. She had seen Carla's, but she had never seen her own. Not as others had seen it.
She quickly got a chair from the other room. She placed it next to the bed and put a hand mirror on its seat. Then she carefully squatted over the chair and looked don at the reflection of her juicy cunt.
She ran one finger along her soft fleshy folds, slipping it up inside her cunt and reeling from the sensations. She could also see the curved mounds of her firm asscheeks. She put her fingers in back of herself and dug them into the flesh of her ass, admiring how springy and full it was.
It occurred to her that it would be thrilling to rub the oils and creams into her ass while she could watch her hands. Immediately she went to the dresser and returned to the chair with a bottle of fragrant after bath lotion.
She took some onto her fingers and began working it into the skin of her inner thighs. Then she rubbed it into her hips, and finally into her firm asscheeks.
Again she squatted over the mirror. She was hypnotized at the sight of her runny red pussy splaying open its sensitive inner mouth for her in the glass. He rubbed the shiny oil into all the flesh of her groin.
She paid particular attention to her smooth round ass, pulling apart the cheeks to see the small ring of her rectum. She tickled it with the tip of one finger, trying to imagine what it had looked like with Mike's stiff cock protruding from it.
Slowly, pulling aside one firm cheek with her left hand, watching the mirror and biting her lower lip with fascination, she introduced the tip of her finger into her asshole.
"Unnn, oh!" she gasped.
Her finger was in up to the first knuckle. She wiggled it, then gasped again, shut her eyes and grabbed the chair for balance. But without one hand to part her cheeks, she couldn't see what was going on. So she stiffened her legs for support and pulled open her ass again.
She dug the finger in deeper, to the second knuckle. It was wonderful! Her whole rectum burned and clenched and seethed with tiny spasming pleasures and pains. She rotated the finger in her ass.
"Unnhhh! Ohh," she moaned.
She gritted her teeth, hissing. For a moment she totally lost interest in the mirror reflection. She tossed back her head and shut her eyes, giving herself up completely to the burning arrows of pleasure that shot through her body.
By the time she got the finger in up to the third buckle she could hardly bear it. How did I ever take a huge cock in there? she wondered.
Panting and quivering, she noticed that she could work her thumb into her wet pussy at the same time. She could rub the thin slippery membrane that separated her cunt from her asshole between her thumb and forefinger. At the same time, she could nudge the engorged bud of her cunt with the sharp knuckle of her thumb.
Groaning deep in her throat, she lost ail thought of rubbing her body all over with the creams and lotions. She lost interest in the mirror.
Trembling and moaning with urgency, she carelessly kicked over the chair as she fell onto the bed.
"Oh! Oh, God! Oh shit, God… unh! Shit!" she gasped wildly.
She pumped her burning asshole and her dripping cunt with her hand. Oh, God! Oh, shit! Why didn't I ever do this before! She splayed her thighs wide to give her thrusting, probing, digging hand flail freedom.
She fucked up into it with her hips and pelvis, wiggling and withering. Her free hand roamed wildly over her jiggling sharp-nippled tits. She clutched and squeezed and pumped them too, in rhythm with the fast plunging hand between her legs.
She was out of control, mad with lust. The obscene wet plop of her frantic hand in the soupy grease of her pussy and the tight wet-failing hole of her flipping, squirming ass aroused her more. She grunted and gagged and tormented herself further, amazed at these unspeakable delights.
The hand that squeezed and plucked and feverishly milked her throbbing tits fled to her flexing, striving ass, clawing and twisting her cheeks. Then she brought it up to her heaving belly.
She slid the heel of her hand down again pubic bone and bore dawn on it. A wanton whinnying noise came out of her throat. Her hips bucked, and her whole boiling body churned and struggled for release.
"I'm going to come this time!" she panted, as if in revenge for the dream. "Oh, God! I'm going to come that time!"
The two fingers of her free hand dipped over her jumping pubic mound. They slid into the hot flowing slime of her cunt and scissored her screaming clit, holding it steady for the jabbing of her thumb-knuckle.
Then her fingers took over the attack themselves. They pinched her clit in rhythm with her ass-jabbing finger, mauling the tiny erect bud until she was choking and sputtering on the home cawing sounds that rose out of her throat.
The whole splayed seam of wet flesh that ran from her tailbone through her asscheeks to the top of her long red gash was crammed with jabbing, slippery, merciless fingers. They penetrated the juicy flayed seat of her being. They probed and plundered her everywhere, driving her crazy with screeching, screaming joy.
They lit raging fires in her blood. They spurred tight, jolting spasms in her bowels, and ignited wrenching explosion in the burbling furrow of her pussy.
"Unngghh! Ahh! Unnnggghhh!" she panted.
She grunted and arched her back, pumping wildly, working herself into a demented, flailing mass of soft pulsing spasms that mounted and swooped toward the big one. Then… oh Jesus! Here it is!
She was split, twisted, ruptured, flooded with a blinding uprush of orgasms.
"Aauungg! Nneeeeee! Oh! Aauunggg! Nnneeeeee!" she wailed.
Paroxysms of coming ripped her apart. Her finger in her ass felt like a piece of red-hot pipe. Her cunt oozed with cream, clenching in wild spasms on her thrusting fingers, bathing them in warm juice.
Finally, drenched in sweat again, sore, quivering in fatigue, she began to breathe easily again. She opened her eyes and looked down her body to her hands. They were still jammed and locked in her ass and cunt.
She let the throbbing aftershocks of coming subside completely before removing them. But when she finally looked at her fingers, sticky with her own juices, she felt sad to notice how small they were.
True, with theft aid she had just had a stupendous climax. But the tight clenching pussy she had just fucked with them had once been crammed with two massive cocks at the same time! Her tiny burning asshole had once been brutally raped by Mike's relentless tool.
And even though her lust was now temporarily slacked, she couldn't help thinking, God, that's what I really wanted!