Suzy's Awakening - Sex Stories

Suzy's Awakening

... Joanne's rhythmically rocking body. &#034Oh, gosh... Joanne!&#034 Lucy cried. &#034Cum, sweetie! Cum, baby! Cum with meeeee!&#034 Joanne didn't seem to hear Lucy at first, then her eyes flickered open, as Lucy cried out more loudly. &#034Oh... golly... Cummmmmm!&#034 Lucy squealed, as her hand wriggled frantically in her lap, her cry turning into a series of sharp high yelps as she shuddered and convulsed through her own self-induced orgasm. Suddenly, Joanne seemed to feel the eyes of the two girls upon her, realized what she had been doing, and hurriedly pulled her fists away from her lap. Joanne stood up on shaky legs, and in a tremulous, choking voice said, &#034I... ah... need to go to the bathroom. Excuse me.&#034 Lucy laughed breathlessly as Joanne stumbled up the stairs to the guest bathroom. &#034You know what she's gonna' do in there,&#034 she said. &#034I guess some of us like our privacy,&#034 Suzy replied. &#034And what about you, Suzy?&#034 Lucy asked with a smile that was almost a leer. &#034What do you like?&#034 Suzy wasn't sure right then. But she knew she was beginning to find out. Just as Cathy and Mary finally started to come around from their post-cum u*********sness, the four girls heard a small cry, like the whine of an injured cat, coming from the guest bathroom upstairs. It was little Joanne, in the throes of her own private orgasm. The girls all smiled. On this Saturday morning, two weeks later, Suzy lay in her bed, thinking back on the night of ...

... Cathy Jorden's pajama party. It had really been some party. Not surprisingly, none of the young girls had slept very well that night. Although Suzy hadn't dared to give in to the urge to play with herself then, even after the lights were out and the girls were all snuggled inside their sl**ping bags, she was awakened several times during the night by the muffled, but unmistakable sounds of one or another of her friends enjoying a secret, solitary orgasm alone in her bag. Suzy could still remember the look of tortured ecstasy she'd seen on her friend, Lucy's face, lit by the flickering embers of the dying fire, when Suzy had opened her eyes just at the moment of Lucy's orgasm. Even now, two weeks later, as she lay thinking about that night, there was something about the memory of watching Lucy as she came that wouldn't leave Suzy alone. It bothered her, and she couldn't figure out why. Suzy sighed deeply, still basking for a moment in the warm, soft glow of her morning masturbation exercise. Then she slid out of bed, slipped into her bathrobe, unlocked and opened her bedroom door, and crossed the hall to the door of the bathroom she shared with her younger b*****r, Bobby. He had apparently finished with his shower, because the bathroom door, which he always kept locked while inside, was now unlocked. Upon entering, Suzy noticed that the other door to the bathroom, the door that led to her b*****r's bedroom, was slightly ajar. As she was reaching to push it closed, Suzy froze. ...