The shower ended with Natasha smiling to herself, ending some fond memories. She dried off her body and gave another glance in the mirror - at all the bruised spots in all the curves and crevices of her young, tender self. She moved her hand over each bruise and tried to remember how it might have happened - a suck, a gentle pinch, a firm rubbing, or even a bite - she had felt all those actions on herself. But, because the boys had kept her blindfolded, even when it was actually happening, all she remembered was thinking about what was taking place, and she remembered being extremely aroused during all of it. Then she heard a knock on her room door.
"Natasha dear, your father and I are going out for some shopping. And your friend Margot called and said she is on her way here, to visit with you. We will lock the door behind us, you will have to let her in. I have left breakfast on the table for both you and your friend. Bye, love you." Natasha's mother seemed to be in a rush to end her instructions and promptly leave.
Natasha heard her mother's footsteps fading down the stairs, and she soon heard the front door close, and then no more sounds in the house. She felt comfortable enough to walk out into her room naked. She wanted to feel free of clothes and open to the air - as she had been most of the previous night when the boys were using her.
Her room was flooded with mid morning sunlight. This was the first time that natasha examined her own every move, and imagined what the boys thought of her body. She stood by the shaded window, and the sunlight pushed itself in from all corners of the drawn shade and bounced off of every smooth surface in her room. She noticed it glistened on her pubic hair. She imagined if that's how her crotch looked under several light bulbs - what did the boys see? She stroked her hair up and down - and recalled that many hands stroked her crotch all night long, gently, harshly, intruding her senses in every way.
She walked over to her chest and opened a drawer. It contained all of her underwear. She found the tightest underwear to put on, and then she laid down on her bed. She pulled the underwear up her legs. Then she kept pulling at its sides, higher and higher, as it wedged further and further into her vagina. She tried to recreate the feeling of how her underwear was being pulled by several hands the night before. She reached down and spanked her now tightly-wrapped lips and clit - this happened to her many times overnight also. She tried to recreate every sensation. Each time she spanked herself firmly, she came a little, and each time, the boys would release the tightness, and one of them would either lick her pussy until she came a bit more, or would enter it with some part of his body.
She released her grip on the underwear and reached down to her crotch, and in. She swirled her fingers and jammed them all the way up, and out, and up, and out, rapidly, then slowly, then took them out and rubbed all the juices onto her clit, and then dragged it up to her nipples. These were just a few of the immense sensations she could recreate by herself. She came, again.
Natasha couldn't help herself from wanting to feel her entire encounter all over again. But, she also did not know how to do to herself everything the boys had done to her!
She rested for a moment and reached back down, this time she took as much of her own wetness and creaminess as she could slide out of her pussy, and slid her finger further down toward her anus. She entered herself, slowly, deeper and deeper... and she felt wetness on her wrist as her pussy responded and gushed out more cum. She moved back and forth a few more times, slid out of herself slowly, picked up her cum from her pussy, and licked it all up, as she imagined she was licking cum from a penis. This licking of her own juices from her own fingers lasted a few minutes. Then Natahsa heard the doorbell.
She quickly threw on a long frock and ran downstairs.
"Margot, my love, how are you!?! Come in!", Natasha was extremely happy to see another person. In the back of her mind, she tried to shun the thought of grabbing her friend's hand and shoving it into her crotch, to recreate everything she was trying to feel a moment ago!
"Wow. That's the nicest welcome you've ever given me!" exclaimed Margot, "But I don't feel good and we need to talk."
