As I've said before, the story is a long one, and I put them in the category I think fits best. The story isn't about one type of activity.
I think you need to read from the beginning to know the players. If you think you know where this story is going, you probably don't.
The 2 open doors, my bedroom and now this one made me wonder. I went to the other bedrooms and found them open as well. I wondered if this was something I just hadn't noticed before or if this was something new.
My curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to leave the doors open. At the next bedroom, January, like April, was asleep on top of her covers. She was on her side, and she wore a sleep shirt.
It might have been long enough to cover her sex when she was standing, or even sitting, but in bed, it was bunched nearly to her waist. Her ass faced the door where I stood, and I could see enough from the hall light to make out the lips of her pussy. It looked like she was shaved as well, and I wondered if she had been shaving all along.
September was covered and looking at a magazine. She looked up and smiled. I wished her good night and told her I was going to take a bath.
She pulled her covers to the side and slipped out of bed, naked. She came over and gave me a hug and kiss and told me to enjoy my bath. Hugging a naked girl again, even if I was related to her, added to my feelings to again be with a woman. I felt like I wanted to be used as a slut slave again, being forced to lick and suck the girls until they were satisfied.
I retreated to my bath. For nearly an hour, I washed and shampooed and played with my pussy. I mostly played with my pussy. Nobody can make me cum like I can make me cum, and even when guys or girls made me cum, I would give myself another.
The orgasms I got from other people were different than the ones I gave myself. Not better, since every orgasm feels great, but different. I'd been playing my own violin since I was young, and I'm very good at it.
Finally, I was satisfied, mentally, emotionally and physically. I took my time drying off and using my favorite lotion all over my body. I made it back to the bedroom and stopped in front of my dresser. I was about to get something to wear to bed when it hit me that everyone in the house was naked. I closed the drawer and slipped into bed.
When I woke up, it was after 8, and I found the house empty. I wandered through the house in just a robe, sipping coffee and gathering up any clothes I found on the floors of the various rooms. I found a few notes from the family wishing me a good morning and explaining the various destinations. After I finished my second cup I jumped in the shower.
It was a quick one after my long bath just hours earlier, and I was toweling off as I thought about what to wear. The thought of Sam came over me and I realized that I never got the chance to talk to Jack. I wasn't sure if Sam would show up today, and I wasn't sure if I could or wanted to stop him from using me if he did.
I found a short skirt and slipped it on. I got one of Jack's t shirts and slipped it on. I tied a knot in the front of the shirt, between my breasts and naval.
I noticed that I jiggled as I walked past the mirror and stopped to check myself out. My dark nipples were clearly visible through the thin sleeveless shirt. The skirt was black and kind of stretchy. It came to just above the middle of my thighs.
For a taller girl, like September, it would barely cover her pussy, but it was perfect for me. My sandals were flat, and I realized that some part of me was preparing for a small woman to get stuffed by a big dick. I felt that familiar tingle between my legs.
I was doing normal things, washing a few dishes, wiping counters, sorting laundry and cleaning the bathroom. I went downstairs to the kitchen to refill my cup and found 2 black men sitting in the kitchen, helping themselves to coffee. One was Sam; the other introduced himself as James. Sam slid his chair back and unzipped his fly.
