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.
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.
Jennie Marie Jenkins almost seemed to have a long-distance relationship with her husband. Things had not always been that way, but they had become addicted to their cell phones. They both spent time away from each other for long times because of their work. They could communicate easily through text messaging.
She had married a man who was quite a bit older than herself. She was about twenty five and he was almost fifty at the time. Things were pretty good for a while. They had been pretty inexperienced when they married. Her husband, Joe was a bit of an introvert and geek who buried himself in his work.
Joe was a good provider. He made good money as a professor at the local college. He also made a good deal of money on the side as a motivational speaker. Jenny did not care for his time away from home, but it was a trade-off. Less time together, but more income for things they both enjoyed.
As Joe got older, it became more and more difficult for him to get aroused. Jenny didn't care for sex that much, but took it as a personal affront that he was not that interested. She felt a little guilty that it was getting difficult for him to get aroused. She tried hard to be accommodating to him. If he wanted her to dress a little sexier, she was a little reluctant, but would try to accommodate him if it wasn't too outrageous. Lately, it was getting a little more outrageous. Whatever he asked for generally got him going for several months.
I hadn't been back to my hometown for almost ten years, not since high school graduation. A close friend was getting married and so I made the trip back for the big celebration. I was looking forward to seeing old friends and visiting some of the local haunts.
On the flight back I remembered my next-door neighbor, Mrs. Allen. She was a beautiful woman in her early thirties, a brunette with a small, slim body, and of course, she smoked.
Mrs. Allen spent a lot of time sunning herself in the backyard and I spent a lot of time watching Mrs. Allen. I was hoping to see her at the wedding.
Sure enough, she was at the church, sitting two rows in front of me. My eyes kept returning to her, her hair was cut short and revealed her lovely neck. Best of all, she was sitting alone.
As I walked into John's office, the first thing that I noticed was his desk. It was littered with books and papers and computer disks. The second thing that I noticed was that he was not in it. I took a moment to refresh my lipstick, a bright shade of red, and returned to the receptionist's desk.
"Oh yes, I'm sorry," she said. "He's gone to lunch. He should be back in 10 minutes or so. Feel free to wait in his office if you like." I nodded and headed back down the hallway to John's office.
I sat down in the high-backed leather chair behind his desk and considered how to best use this time alone. I had simply been planning on surprising him with a visit, although given my clothing, it was definitely surprise with sexual possibility. I was wearing a short red and black plaid skirt, black stockings and heels, and a black shirt that showed off my round breasts quite nicely. The outfit was definitely too risque for the office, but that was the whole point...