Hungry for Marina

It had been six years since she'd fucked anyone. Now, after some time and therapy, she was ready to move forward. For years she'd hidden herself under hand-me-down sweats 2 sizes too big, and passed on things like makeup and fancy underwear. It was easy to forget she was an absolute babe who'd been unsuccessfully beating the boys off with a stick since she was a teenager - and that was the point.

Now her jeans hugged every dip and curve, red lipstick highlighted her big smile, and the push-up bra cradling her DDs even hypnotized her when she passed by a mirror. She was 5'8", with long legs, thick thighs, a fat ass, and round hips. Her red hair hung down to the middle of her back, her honey-coloured eyes were lined with long dark lashes, and her cheeks were naturally rosy. Marina was a perfect hourglass, but at 340 lbs she was just a little more woman than men were really prepared to handle.

Or at least, that's what her friends told her.

She'd always loved touching herself, her body. She loved how soft and round she felt. She relished the heft in her breasts, the handfuls of soft skin she grabbed from her thighs, and every one of the 60 inches that rest between her hips. Even now, in her friend's bathroom, she couldn't help but run her hands over her tits and feel her nipples get hard. She moved her hand slowly down and found the waistband of her pants, the zipper on her jeans. The door was locked, her eyes were closed, and before she knew it her fingers had found their way to her already wet pussy. She worked quickly on her clit, rubbing a circle around it with her right hand, while the left pulled one of her tits from the top of her shirt, and popped the nipple in her mouth. If that had been a man's lips, greedy and hot and surrounded by stubble, she'd have come almost instantly, but it would only take a few minutes by herself.

She could feel the pressure building between her legs and knew that if she kept on like this she'd have a big wet spot on her pants to explain to Noah. She didn't really need her weed guy to know she was a squirter. She reluctantly pulled her fingers out from between her lips, grabbed a towel rom the rack, slipped her pants to the floor and bent over the sink. She held the towel between her legs, and before she slipped her fingers back inside, she put the other nipple in her mouth and sucked.

A waterfall careened out of her pussy while she moaned into the fleshy mound in her mouth. Her fingers kept working and another shockwave ran through her. Her breast slipped from her mouth and they both swung while her hips rocked her against the edge of the sink. In her mind, a second pair of hips was ramming into her from behind.

She composed herself as quickly as she could, buried the towel soaked in her pussy juice in the hamper, and straightened out her clothes before leaving the bathroom. Luckily she managed to come quickly, and Noah didn't seem to think she'd been gone that long.

Probably because he wasn't alone anymore.

Marina had known Noah for 10 years; he was her best friend and her hook-up. He only sold to friends, but he had a lot of them and they regularly stopped by while she was visiting.

When she got back to the living room, Noah a Travis - a friend of Noah's from high school - were about to light a joint. Marina had met Travis a couple of times before, with his girlfriend, before her little break from parties and fun. He always seemed nice and had a way of making everyone around him laugh. Noah re-introduced them, and when she met Travis's blue eyes she noticed he looked... hungry. He struggled to pull his gaze away from her tits for the rest of the session. That IS why she was wearing a low cut, tight black sweater after all. When he squeezed her hand and told her how nice it was to see her again he licked his lips and quickly re-arranged his cock in his pants.

Every time he passed her the joint he looked at her with the same hungry look and she could feel her pussy pulse with need and her hard nipples stretched against the fabric of her bra.

Even after 8 years, she still didn't want to just sleep with anyone, but Travis was a lot sexier than she remembered. His dark red hair was longer than she'd ever seen it, with his perfect curls hanging near his eyes. The dark blue frames of his glasses made his icy eyes and fiery beard pop right out. His tight t-shirt revealed that he'd been hitting the gym - hard. Her eyes couldn't help but follow the lines of musculature on his arms. A good amount of red chest hair peeked over the collar of his shirt, and she imagined herself grabbing fistfuls of it as she rode his dick - the outline of which was getting more and more visible through his jeans.

Just like before her little trip to the bathroom, she felt like if her pussy didn't get some attention she would scream.

It had been like this for months. She would get lost in her sexual fantasies and be so distracted she'd have to excuse herself to relieve the pressure. Her daydreams and fantasies had always felt so real. She never needed porn or really any external stimulation to feed her masturbatory adventures. Sometimes she didn't even need to touch herself. The right fantasy and the time to explore it in her mind was all she needed to make herself come. It was a blessing and a curse.

She was so distracted she barely noticed that the joint was out and the visit was winding to a close.

"Can I take you home?"

She snapped out of it.

"You walked right? I know it's a nice day, but I'd be happy to give you a ride home." Travis was saying.

She smiled wide and just shook her head yes. Noah held back a snicker as Travis put his hand on the small of her back to lead her out the door and it nearly knocked the wind out of her.

He chatted happily throughout the ride, making smart little jokes and singing along with the radio. Every time she looked at him she could feel that sink up against her hips in the bathroom, as Travis fucked her hard from behind. She felt him dig his fingertips into the meat of her hips as his cock pushed past her pussy lips and slid deep inside her over and over.

Harder and harder.

"Is this it?" He asked.

They were, apparently, outside her building.

"Yep this is me!" she said cheerfully, trying to ignore the wetness in her panties.

"That's a shame." He said with a small frown, "I was hoping you lived a lot farther so we'd have some time to get to know each other better."

She quickly squeaked out an invitation upstairs, which he accepted with a little laugh. Once they were in her apartment she was able to get a grip on herself. She was in her element here. She told him to take a seat, turned on some music, and went to the kitchen to get them something to drink.

They sat close together on the small loveseat, chatting and giggling, with their knees bumping together and his arm stretched behind her. She rolled a joint and took a hit before turning her attention to the music - she was a music junkie. Old rock, blues, r & b, punk, and pop. All the best shit from the 60s, 70s, and 90s, and a playlist for every situation. She picked a list she thought anyone could enjoy and hoped it wasn't too obvious that it was mostly Portishead.

Every time they made eye contact the fantasies lit up her other senses. She could hear him moan and growl into her ear, smell his sweat mixed with pussy, taste the salt on his skin. She wasn't totally prepared for how real his hand felt; gripping her upper thigh, but when she looked down it was actually there. She couldn't stop the moan from escaping her lips when he gave it a squeeze and before she could feel embarrassed he grabbed her and kissed her desperately. He pulled her up onto his lap and she steadied herself by grabbing his hard shoulders. Travis pushed her long hair aside and started kissing and nibbling in her neck. One of his hands moved down and forcefully grabbed her breast. She gasped and ground her pussy into his lap, and felt his cock straining against his pants.

He loved feeling the weight of her on top of him. Her milky skin was just as soft as it looked, and he couldn't wait to taste it. He lapped at the nape of her neck, making her push her tits even closer to his face. They were the size of his head and all he could think about was sucking on both of them as she moaned and gasped. He stretched the collar of her shirt down past her bra, and pulled the cups down, making her pink nipple pop up over the lace. He flicked the right one with his tongue and sucked it in past his teeth. She moaned and grabbed a fistful of her hair, mashing his face into her tits. He used one hand to squeeze the boob not currently in his mouth, while the other wrapped around her and grabbed a handful of her fat ass.

"Don't stop" he heard her squeak out.

He laughed as he let the nipple fall from his mouth, but quickly sucked the other with relish. He cradled the pink nub in his lips and spanked her as hard as he could.

She moaned and gasped and he felt her whole body shake a little. She couldn't believe it.

"Did you just come?!"

She was breathing heavily, still clutching his hair, his face still held to her chest. She pulled back, slid her hand into her pants, and reproduced her dripping fingers as an answer. He sucked the juice from her fingers and kissed her hard. The sweet, warm taste of her pussy danced on their tongues as he continued to paw at her.

She pulled back again and looked him in the eyes. Her voice was breathy and low.

"Do you want to fuck me, Travis?"