RAVAGED

Chapter One

It’s past midnight, now Saturday. She’s naked, on the bed, only a rumpled, plain white sheet partially covering her glistening body. The heat wave seems endless, the temperature hovering in the low to mid nineties, occasionally higher. Mixed with the ever increasing mid west humidity, the muggy nights give little relief, if any.

The small rotating table fan gives little comfort in the flickering shadows as it whirrs precariously on the sill ledge of the open bedroom window. What circulating breeze it gives off consists only of more heat mixed with the faint stench of the horse stalls in the stable across the gravel driveway.

Her restless body twists, turns, her long brown hair sticking, matting across her bare shoulders as she struggles to fall asleep. The cool, actually lukewarm shower she soaked under before going to bed has only mixed with her perspiration as the stifling night drags endlessly on.

Kicking the tangled sheet off, away from her feet, flipping on her backside, legs curling, her right arm rising above her head, her left hand slides slowly down across her flat stomach, slipping between her sticky thighs.

Twisting onto her right side, her glistening, bare breasts sway, jiggle, and press together, practically adhering as her naked body arches into a serpentine position on the stuffy mattress. The wrinkled pillow rest momentarily between her outstretched arm and the side of hr face as she’s relentless in continuing to try to find a more comfortable position.

Frustrated, realizing it’s going to be another long night, she does what she’s becoming accustomed t doing this long, hot summer. Closing her eyes, sighing, she goes limp, lets her fingers begin t gently massage her freshly shaven pubic mound, barely touching, caressing her freshly shaven pubic mound, barely touching, caressing, circling wider with each motion of her wrist.

In moments, she’s laying on her back, softly moaning, feeling the tip of her index finger slipping between the puffy folds of her labia, flicking the flap of her moist clit hood. Pressing her thighs together, sliding her fingers into her slit, she lets her thumb gently, softly caress the engorging nub of her tingling clitoris.

She can taste the salty flavor of her perspiration as she slowly allows her tongue to glide across her parted lips as she tilts her head back into the pillow. Several slow minutes pass as her body quivers, occasionally gyrates as breathing slower, softer, her body becomes more comfortable, the heat less noticeable.

“Uummm… Ahhh. Ohhh!” Each breath brings its own soft moan. Each flick of her thumb, poke of a finger brings another twitch of her hips. The pace gradually quickens on its own. Fingers flinching, sliding just a little deeper into her quivering, wet slit, her hips begin to arch up off the damp mattress, twist, pressing firmer against her jerking hand. HHead craned back, neck stretching, her right hand gripping the pillow, pulling it against her shoulder, the side of her face; she presses her index finger toward her thumb, compressing her swollen clitoris.

“Uumm!… Uuummm!… Uummm!” Her hips rocking, they twitch in rhythm as she boarders on the sublime, in the full stage of masturbating herself. Stroking, tugging, manipulating, she’s well past the discomfort for the moment.

Curling her thumb, finger, tugging, she reflexively presses harder, her nails digging into her sensitive flesh. “Agghhhh!”

Her hips flinching, the pain’s not unlike an electrical shock as she jerks her hand away, quickly raising her arm above her head, interlocking her fingers behind her neck, again, she fully awake.

Legs trembling on the damp sheets, the breeze off the whirling fan flowing across her sweat drenched bare flesh, her breathing’s labored. She can feel the sticky dampness of the pre cum between her legs, across her thighs, oozing from her quivering slit, mixing with her perspiration.

Sliding the pillow up from under her head, she