I’d taken my shower and was sitting at my desk in my pajamas finishing up some school work before going to bed when the Old Man rapped on the door and then stuck his big, square head inside my room without waiting for me to respond. He never waited. He’d just bang on the door a couple times with his ham sized hand and then open it. I couldn’t even indulge in my favorite hobby, jacking-off, when he was home.
“Come down to the den,” he ordered. “I have a few things I want to talk to you about.” Then he left.
I figured it was another review of my duties. He was supposed to leave for Vietnam in two days and he’d made out lists of the stuff I was supposed to do during the year he was gone. It was all there on the corner of my desk. Sheets of duties. He’d had his secretary at the base type up for him. There was a list of daily duties like clean my room, take out the trash, help Mom with the dishes and make sure the house was locked up before going to bed, and there were weekly duties like mow the grass and clean the garage, and there were monthly duties like trim the hedge and check the oil and tire pressure in the car, and there were even seasonal duties like winterize the car and fertilize the lawn. In addition to all those duties there was also a sheet of Do’s and Don’ts. Do be home by ten on week nights and eleven on weekends. Don’t date more than one night a week, etc., etc.
In the days preceding his departure we had been periodically reviewing these lists, ‘directives’, as he called them, to make sure I completely understood them. Of course I understood them! What was there to understand? You’d have thought I was six instead of sixteen and had an IQ in the single digits.
Her education at Gracely House unleashed desires that Gwen had never known.
Shortly after returning home to Markham Hall, she felt alone and increasingly horny.
She tried to satisfy herself with her fingers in bed or in the woods, but that was only a temporary solution. Her desire for the hard thrusting of a man between her legs was growing.
Thus it was with surging hormones and above-average curiosity that she knocked at her mother's bedroom door. "Come to my room at 10 o'clock," Mrs. Markham said at breakfast that morning. "I'll be waiting for you."
Gwen knocked, uncertain what awaited.
She heard her mother's voice. "Come in."
Turning the knob and pushing inward, she could see nothing. She closed the door and stepped fully into the room. As she did, the first thing she saw wasn't her mother; it was her brother Thad, two years her senior.
He stood facing her, completely naked. His prick stood up proudly and was so red that it had obviously been stimulated just before she arrived.
Although it was not early morning, it was not late either when Elaine heard the doorbell ring. This was a very nice upscale neighborhood, gated and secure. Therefore she wondered, who could be at the door, she was not expecting anyone. And she was basically naked under her robe. Elaine had just placed her coffee cup in the sink and was on her way into the shower when the doorbell rang.
Thinking to herself that nobody other a neighbor lady could be at her door, Elaine decided to answer it, just in case one of her friends needed something. Moving quickly through the living room to the huge foyer, Elaine paused only briefly before opening the door without peeking through the peep site.
There at the entry was a young man, maybe sixteen years old at most, he was well dressed and looked very clean cut, but he was black, very black. He was medium height, well built, maybe a football player type, and dressed in today's bright baggy shorts with matching blue and golf top, you know, that shinny stuff.
IT was the first day of the school holidays. Gemma yawned and turned over in her bed. She'd been going out with Tom for four weeks now, and last night they'd had sex for the first time. Gemma had lost her virginity a couple of months earlier on holiday in Spain, and last night had been the third time she'd had sex. And it had been the third time it hadn't lasted very long. Tom had only lasted about five minutes before shooting his load into her. She wondered how long it would be before she had the pleasure of an orgasm.
Gemma was sixteen. She was about 5ft 6, with long curly brown hair and a slim, sexy figure. She hadn't really thought much about sex before she went to Spain. Her parents had become friendly with another couple and Gemma had ended up in bed with their son. Although he hadn't lasted long on either occasion, she had enjoyed the sensations. The previous week, after reading a girlie magazine, she'd decided to shave her pussy. Tom had certainly liked it, perhaps too much she thought.
She looked over at her clock - it was 09.30. Tom had left her feeling quite horny and she found that her hand was stroking the inside of her thigh as she thought about it. Tom had fingered her a few times since they'd been going out, but masturbation was something she'd never done herself. She let her finger slip across onto her smooth pussy. She liked the feeling of it shaved, and slowly stroked the smooth skin. She lay there for about five minutes, rubbing herself and thinking about the night before. She was now really feeling horny and couldn't resist rubbing her index finger across her clit. She let out a soft moan as the sensation sent of tingle through her body. She rubbed up and down, feeling her pussy start to moisten. Engulfed in pleasuring herself, she slid her finger into her hole. "Mmmm," she thought, "That feels good." She pushed her finger in and out and worked into a steady rhythm. Her pussy was moist now and her finger slid in easily. She rocked her hips back and forth in time. It felt wonderful and she concentrated on the wonderful feelings taking over her body. Desperate to fully pleasure herself, she stuck another finger in. Her breathing intensified and her pace quickened. Her pussy was wet and she could feel what she hoped was her first orgasm starting to build. She stepped up the pace and moaned softly with every stroke. The excitement of fucking herself was taking over her and she added a third finger. She knew she wasn't far away from cumming.
They were one of few black families in the area, but they seemed to get by just fine as the neighbours took a modern attitude toward them. It made it easier for Davis since he lived alone with his son James after his wife had left him. If only the neighbourhood knew about this little misadventure that started when he let his son talk him into having a garage sale. He hated garage sales, he never went to them, and this was the first and last time he ever wanted to hold one. The agreement was that he would help his son get everything together, put out the signs, etc., but he would not have to play nice with the people who came to pick over their trash and treasures. Things were going according to plan on that Saturday morning, until about 11 a.m. By then, most of the early birds had come and gone, and things were a little slow, so he was surprised when James came into the house and asked for his help.
His son told him that there was a young lady outside who needed some help. She wanted to buy one of the bicycles they had for sale, but it was not in perfect condition and she was worried it wouldn't make the ride home.
Davis went out to the garage where he first saw Lisa, not knowing that his life had just changed. His first view of her was from behind as she was bending over looking through a box of miscellany. Since it was a warm day, she was wearing a tank top and some tight white shorts, and he could see that she had a very cute bottom, and some nice, trim legs. When she straightened up and turned around, he saw that she was probably in that hard-to-define middle teens group, perhaps somewhere between 16 and 18. She wasn't the prettiest girl around, but certainly qualified as "cute", especially with her long black hair in a pony tail. And, like most young girls, she had a smile that was both delightful and somewhat of a turn-on.
Suz was drunk, Jenn was close behind, and their 'friends' were encouraging them to find this fanciful fantasy that was rumoured to be close. The fantasy was a Glory Hole that had a signal sent to guys when it was occupied. Teresa was an alleged expert because she had used it several times. It moved around but was always close to parking.
"It was really cool ... the only catch is that it only lets you back out after a set number of guys! I don't know how it counts but I had to blow five guys to get released. It was kinda cool not knowing how long I might be captive giving blowjobs to random guys. I got three BBC, a latino, and a white guy."
"If it isn't the same place all the time how do we find it?"
"Well, being an alum when I send a text it responds with an email with a random web address, but if I don't show up or someone doesn't show up then I can't get the information anymore."
"So, unless we decide to go you can't find it! Hmmm... " that was Suz. She was a huge tease and you never knew. But tonight her body was screaming out for sex. Jenn had never seen her nipples so hard and you could smell her juices flowing.
"What if more than one person is there? You know to blow... " Jenn said
"When I was there a week ago - there was like four rooms! So we could all go tonight!"
Dennis Bragger pulled his shiny two year old Mercedes out of his garage, attached to his modest five room ranch house, and hit the door closer remote hanging from the driver's side sun visor. He had lived in this small and comfortable home for the past ten years. With his last two substantial raises at the brokerage house, along with his selling commissions, he knew that he could afford a larger house in a more affluent neighborhood but he was quite content with what he had.
The five rooms was more than enough for a bachelor living alone. He spent his extra money on stock investments that he monitored closely and on clothes. His closets were filled with expensive custom made suits, along with top quality slacks, shirts and accessories. Denny was a very content forty years old man.
In his mind his only shortcoming was the lacking of a female companion. He yearned for the intimacy of a relationship. He knew that because of the way he dressed and his mild manner most of his neighbors assumed that he was gay. But, he was not gay. He wanted a woman to lavish gifts on, share his free time with and yes, to be intimate with.
He pulled out into the quiet street, proceeding to the stop sign at the end which connected to a very busy main drag. Denny looked over at the nearby bus stop and was surprised to see his attractive neighbor Rose Dunn standing in the frigid temperatures moving her feet back and forth in an attempt to keep warm.
Denny pulled his car around the corner even though it was not his planned direction. Breakfast could wait. He lowered the passenger side window as he pulled up to the bus stop. "How about a ride Rose?"
She was thankful to get out of the cold wind. She smiled a big smile at Denny as she opened the car door and slid in. Her heavy winter coat opened far enough as she dropped into the seat for Denny to get a good look at her long stocking covered legs. Rose was aware that her coat was partially open and her skirt had ridden up to mid thigh as she tried to arrange her body in the seat. The best she could do was to arrange her coat to cover one of her trim legs.