The moon looked drunk. It was big and full but seemed to waver back and forth in the clear late fall evening sky. Twenty one year old Tracy lay on her bed looking out at the moon wishing she was drunk, too. Her boyfriend Stan was out of town so she had decided to hit the sack early with a good book. Unfortunately, the only book she could find in the house that she hadn't read was ORGY GIRL, found under the bed in her teenage brother's room. That was at 8:30. It was now nearly 11:00 and she had completely finished the book, devouring every filthy page. Chapter after chapter of graphic fucking, sucking, licking, spanking, and coming had made Tracy hornier than she'd been in years and here she was all alone on a Saturday night!
Her hand inched its way inside the flimsy fabric of her long-soaked pink silk panties and she dug three long fingers deep into her puffy snatch. As her head continued spinning with pure lust, she closed her eyes to reality while the moon continued to stare down at the randy goings-on in her room. After just a moment, she withdrew her fingers with a little squish and quickly pulled her underwear completely down to her ankles, flicking it off one leg all together. Her fingertips easily found her throbbing clit and started rubbing it in that way that sent pure electricity through her young body. "Oooooooooooooowwwwwwww," she howled. Her tongue shot out past the hated braces on her teeth, licking savagely at invisible cocks dangling in the air. Her other hand had deposited those three fingers back in her hole, jerking them in and out while her clit was being dribbled like a basketball just above. "Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh…"she kept squealing in a high pitched baby voice as her relentless assault on her own body neared its climax. Her breathing was in quick starts and her ass was bouncing up and down on the squeaky mattress, itself now just one giant wet spot. She squinted her eyes and growled a guttural "Grrrrrrrrr!!!! Ungh!!Ungggh!!! Yes!!! Oh…Oh….Oh!…Oh, YES!!! YES!!!YES!!!, Oh, God, Yes!!!!Oh, FUCK!! Ohhhhh….Ohhhh…."
As the explosion inside her body died down, Tracy fell back on the sticky, wet sheets and looked out at the moon again. The night smelled of her lust and desire. She took her own slimy fingers and licked them up and down the sides, sucking her thumbs like a little girl. The moon still looked drunk…and Tracy was still hornier than she'd ever been!
She wished that Stan would call, saying he was back sooner than expected. If he did, she would rush over to his apartment and screw him silly. The phone just sat there like a silent corpse, making not a sound and driving her crazy in the process! "I'll call Doug! He's always been hot to get in my pants." She embraced the hated phone and punched up his number. He was her friend and confidante and puppy dog admirer, the guy who would take her dancing when Stan was drunk or abusive, the guy who sent her flowers at work for no reason, the guy who never really believed he'd get anywhere with someone like Tracy.
After several rings, he answered with a cheery but just awakened "Hello?"
"Hiiiiiiiiii. It's me." She said in that little girl voice that sent warm chills up his spine.
"You woke me up. Do you know what time it is?"
"It's only eleven or so. I think. Anyway, what are you doing tonight?"
"Tonight? Pretty soon it'll be tomorrow."