Marsha was alone in the apartment. Kirstie and Rick had gone off to the mountains: together for the weekend. When the idea had come up, Marsha had insisted they do it, that they go without her.
She knew how much they wanted to be alone together, to fuck to their hearts' content. She also knew they liked to fuck with her too. The three of them had had nearly a week of the wildest, most ingenious fucking imaginable.
Rut she knew they wanted to be alone together. But they didn't want to hurt her feelings. So she had insisted. She knew there was no reason for her to be jealous. She had already had plenty of Rick. Anyway, Kirstie had prior fights. Marsha's cunt and asshole were only now losing the soreness they had got from being pronged repeatedly by Rick's gigantic prick. She told herself she could use the rest.
But now that they were gone she was lonely. And horny, too. The thought of them writhing together, gasping and panting, shuddering and crying out in ecstasy, drove her crazy. In the mornings she lay naked in her bed, trying not to think of it.
I've never been this way before, she thought. So why now? Why can't I forget about them?
By the second morning her body felt all shivery and weak with suppressed lust. She tried to keep her eyes open, just so she wouldn't see images of Rick and Kirstie joyously fucking. Her cunt was hot and prickly and sopping wet. The sheet rasped across her sensitive nipples each time she moved.
So she pulled the sheet down over her body. Her big thick nipples were stiff and erect. She put her fingers on them and felt them throb. She rubbed them in circles. Her firm breasts pulsed with heat. She filled her hands with the smooth globes and squeezed.
"Ohhhnnnnn!" she moaned as sexual need rippled through her.
She needed somebody to fuck her. But she needed more than one person. Having both Rick and Kirstie suck her nipples at the same time, and fuck her pussy and ass at the same time, had spoiled her. Her own hands on her throbbing breasts drove her crazy. She rolled and squeezed and rubbed the firm mounds until she was gagging with lust.
She knew there was nothing wrong with masturbating. She just hadn't done it for years. It seemed to her like such a cheap surrender. A voluptuous, desirable girl like her with no one to fuck her but herself.
Still, she couldn't keep her hands off her own feverish body. She closed her eyes and scissored her aching nipples with her fingers. She tried to imagine Rick's and Kirstie's mouths on them, softly tugging, then sharply sucking. She tried to imagine their urgent hands on her quivering flesh. She could almost feel Rick's huge throbbing cock slipping between her lips, tilling her mouth. And Kirstie's tongue doing fantastic things to her wet pussy.
"Ohhhh Gods… fuck me, please fuck me!" she moaned aloud.
Her hands raced all over her hot squirming body. She dipped them between her yawning thighs and found the blossoming wet flower of her achy cunt. She dipped two fingers of each hand into the juicy slit, fucking herself rapidly, pushing a hard knuckle against her swollen cunt.
"Oh! Ungh! Ah!" she gasped, swirling, the hard little berry urgently.
It's not the same! she moaned to herself. She remembered the feel of the huge gristly pole of Rick's cock plunging in and out of her. And the incredible, crazy time Kirstie had actually fist fucked her! Now her hips bucked and shuddered as she dug in her wet slit with her frantic fingers. Her body pulsed with sexual yearning. But it wasn't the cum!
"Oh God!" she panted aloud. "Let me come and get it over with!"
She rubbed her clit so fiercely that a hot sharp tiny orgasm pierced her.
"OOHH!" she cried out.
But it was hardly anything. No release. No sweet tumultuous explosion. She sat up abruptly, wiping her sticky fingers on the sheet. She was disgusted with herself. Was that all she could get out of all, that furious masturbating?
She began to walk aimlessly around the apartment, still totally naked and tense with sexual need. She had got an idea that was embarrassing and sick. But she couldn't get it out of her mind. Maybe she could find something to fuck herself with that would resemble the feeling of Rickie's massive prick.
"God, that's really sick!" she said out loud to herself. "Why don't you just get dressed and go out to a bar and pick up a guy with a real cock?"
That was a tempting idea. On the other hand, she didn't want to be fucked by a total stranger. She wanted Rick and Kirstie to fuck her, both of them. It was a terrible dilemma.
She wandered into Kirstie's bedroom and caught a glimpse of her naked body in the full-length mirror on the back of Kirstie's closet door. My God, I'm beautiful! she thought. I really am!
Watching her reflection in the mirror, she cupped her firm up tilted breasts and pinched her puffy nipples. They quickly sprang erect. Instantly her body was again suffused with sexual heat and urgency.
It turned her on to watch her body tremble with desire. She gyrated her hips as if doing a sexy dance and watched her perfect breasts sway and her sleek belly ripple. Still massaging her breasts with one hand, she dipped the other one into her runny crack again. Slowly she undulated to her own sultry rhythm, manipulating herself, panting softly as the feelings grew more intense.
As her lust became more insistent, she speeded up the tempo. She swirled her aching clit wildly with two fingers. Her eyes glazed and her mouth went slack. She gasped and whimpered, panting rapidly.
"Oh! Oh… oh! Oh God!"
Her eyes never left the beauty of her trembling body. "I'm going to come!" she whimpered.
She we on the verge of another small tight orgasm, like the one she had just had on the bed. It was better than nothing, but it wasn't what she wanted.
All the sharp tiny spasms bit her just as the telephone rang. "Oh!" she cried out. "Uh!"
But she quickly yanked her hand out of her pussy. The ringing phone had scared her to death. It was almost as if someone had walked in on her, just as she was coming.
She tried to control her panting. She desperately wanted to answer the phone. What if it were somebody she could ask over? Maybe an old boyfriend. Anybody! she thought wildly.
She calmed herself and went to the phone.
"Yes?"
"Marsha?"
"Yes."
"It's David."
"David?" she gasped nervously. "What… what are you doing in town?" It was her brother, who lived in there.
"Debby and I are here for a few days," he said. "She went downtown to shop and I thought I'd surprise you. You sound kind of funny. Is somebody hard? Did I end up on something?"