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Becky
& Eddie were weekend guests at the lakehouse of
Jane & Pete, who are retired former neighbors. An alcohol-induced
discussion of the previous night led to showing a video album of glamour photos
Pete had taken of Jane. Becky summoned the courage to accept Pete s offer to do
her own photo album. Having finished the swimsuit portion, Becky was now
getting ready for the boudoir portion.
Boudoir Beauty
The ladies led the way and at the house &headed for the
master bedroom, Jane telling Pete and Eddie to go away until called. Pete and
Eddie went to kitchen and had a beer.
The summer seemed to be racing by with lots of glorious days
just messing about in boats, shooting at tin cans in the sea, and occasionally
visiting Jess' house, to swim in their pool which, mercifully, was a lot warmer
than the lough.
On one such occasion we were the only two there, as her
family had gone out for the day. It was one of those beautiful days that only
seem to happen when you are young. The sun blazed through the heavens and the
sheltered area round the pool was baking.
The closeted life of a boy's boarding school in Yorkshire,
with its Dickensian regime, and early morning runs, had ill prepared me for
contact with the opposite sex. I knew the physical differences of course,
Harrison Marks and Health and Efficiency were the sex educators for boys in the
early nineteen sixties.
So what did we know way back then. Well, Health and Efficiency
had ensured we knew about tits, that they came in different shapes and sizes
and they almost always involved the throwing of a beach ball at some nudist
camp.
The rest of the weekend went much the same. Ashley seemed
determined to accomplish three things. Master the art of blow jobs.
Make me happy. And to make me cum so many times that I'd have nothing
left for a year. She let me play with her tits a little when she was
going down on my but steadfastly refused anything else. Every time I
tried, she would say, "Nope, no classes. No tits. Besides, I
think I need to practice some more," and she would pull my
shorts off and start sucking my cock again.
I was super eager to get off to college and away from my parents.
But once I was there though, I was intimidated by the size of it all.
I'd already met my roommate, a little odd that one, but figured I
needed to explore the dorms and meet some other people as well.
Somebody downstairs said that there was a TV lounge on the fifth
floor so I headed up there in the rickety, slow elevator on the West
side of the building. The doors to the TV lounge were thick, heavy
stained wood and they opened with a thud.
My name is Dennis. Growing up on our ranch in Western Australia, I
lived a pretty isolated life. Starting at around age twelve, I was
bussed into town, and had to adjust to big classrooms, and girls. Some
of them were already well developed by the time I hit my, shall we call
it, ‘growth spurt’? I noticed I had a weird effect on girls but more so
on women. If they touched my hands they'd act weird and sometimes just
get quiet and stare at me. It was weird so I didn't tell my parents but
by the time I was thirteen I wore gloves all the time. That way I could
do all the normal things everyone else did like shake hands and stuff
like that without causing a problem. At first, Folks assumed I had an
injury or skin rash.
Now things were a little awkward; two of the five boys had
had their penises inside me, and the rest had seen my panty clad ass. Everyone
was being super nice to me, and I bet I knew why. The occasional glance at the
bulges on my chest or the long look as I walked away, had turned into constant
eyes on me. I wore baggy clothes but of course this didn't help in a room full
of college boys.
Eventually the advances by the boys became more and more
blatant until finally one day when I was particularly hungry I blurted out,
"Hey, whoever wants to take me out for Hibachi can screw me
afterwards."
Have you ever felt like you didn't belong? I've felt that
way my entire life. My name is Liza Thomas and growing up I was a nobody. I had
very few friends in school and what few "friends" I did have were
more like acquaintances that never even thought about my existence outside of 8
AM to 3 PM, Monday , Friday. I was bullied too. But then again, wasn't
everyone? I'm seriously asking, "was everyone?" because the other girls
constantly ridiculed me for the way I looked (growing up I looked quite
androgynous), for never talking during class and for sneaking my Nintendo DS
into school to play during lunch. I never did anything to them, but they made
me feel like shit every single day.
“So, I’m going to be the first man to make love to you. Wow.
I’m honoured.” he says. Come here baby. Daddy needs a hug. Angela
steps into Kens open arms. They embrace. Bodies molded together. A tear runs
down Ken’s cheek. “I’m so happy right now. This is going to
be a super special summer and extra special occasion. You sure do know how to
turn a guy on, baby.” They laugh.
Ken
jumps and turns around to face the voice behind him,
“Drinking
my coffee and enjoying the early morning quiet. At least, it was quiet. You
startled me,” he says in a loud voice his eyes roaming over a tall,
slender young woman.
We all said our goodnights, then Stefani and I made our way
back up the stairs. I closed the door to the basement and motioned for her to
wait for a moment. I reached up to a nearby shelf and very carefully removed an
old set of sleigh bells, which I silently hung on the doorknob as an early
warning system.
Stefani whispered, "Someone has been doing some serious
planning."
I quietly replied, "Yes, someone has. Is it
working?"
I awoke to the sound of Lizzie's bathroom door opening and
closing, and the girls' footsteps moving around her bedroom. I laid there for a
minute then reluctantly pulled myself out of bed to splash some water on my
face and slip on a pair of flannel lounge pants and a t-shirt.
I emerged from my bedroom and looked down in the great room
to see the girls standing by the sofa looking at Stefani as she slept.
Toni heard me coming down the stairs and asked, "Why is
my mom here?"
And so it began. The start of another school year. I pulled
my Jeep into the school grounds and took my place in the waiting drop-off lane.
Children scurried about the school grounds with crisp back-to-school clothes
and brightly colored backpacks not yet soiled and tattered from use. I winced
internally as numerous mothers hugged their little ones, sent them into the
building, and tearfully departed.
Cabin of
Temptation is an ongoing story told over four parts. In this chapter, Natalie
asks Sam for some help to clear space so she can practice dancing. She has a couple
routines to show him, and the last one really gets his attention.
The house
was still seemingly devoid of life when we returned.
The two of us made our way to the kitchen to grab some real breakfast where we
discovered Natalie had emerged. Her hair was a mess and she looked like a
zombie while she slowly ate her bowl of yogurt at the counter. Her pink silk
robe was on backwards and untied revealing her pajama shorts and dance academy
t-shirt underneath.
Cabin of
Temptation is an ongoing story told over four parts. In this chapter, Sam wakes
up on Saturday to find only McKayla is awake. They decide to go on a hike, but
find other activities interesting as well.
I awoke the
next morning forgetting where I was for just a moment, the events of the last
24 hours seemed like a dream. Five of my former students, all female, had
convinced me into chaperoning their post-graduation trip to a cabin under the
pretense that there would be guys here as well. I was told on the way up that
that was no longer the case, and I learned shortly after that the girls had all
agreed to share me for the week to fulfill their desires. I laid in the large
bed of the master bedroom and replayed my encounters with two of the girls yesterday.
Cabin of
Temptation is an ongoing story told over four parts. Each part will be made of several
chapters. The first part is largely an introduction to the setting, the
characters, and their relationships with some seeds planted for later growth.
This first chapter introduces us to Sam Holloway, the teacher and point of view
character, and Alexis, his former student and red headed wild child.
The road
seemed to stretch on endlessly before us, but Alexis assured me that our
journey was near an end. We d turn before long into thick woods and travel
through narrow, winding roads until we reached her family s cabin. I had no
choice but to trust her as GPS had given out nearly 20 minutes ago.
Corey was happy the semester
was finally over. His first term at college was fun, but it was
challenging. He found high school to be pretty easy, even though he
took honors classes; and then AP classes; in math and science. But
when he got to college; where lots of people were as smart as he was;
he had to work a lot harder to keep up with the pace. He was also
taking advanced classes as a freshman because he had received some
college credit from his AP classes.
You know the worst thing about
the Midwest? August.
Sure, there are other things. But after three straight weeks
of 98 degrees and 90% humidity you don't really care that Kansas is a
thing. You just want out; to escape the stifling grassland;
preferably to a place where you don't need to swim through the steam
to reach the next air-conditioned oasis.
Where I work we need to maintain a minimum staffing level to
fulfill our obligations. So vacation requests are handled on a first
come first serve basis. First person to request time off gets first
pick of available dates. Usually I get in early, guaranteeing myself
at least one week that I want. But by the time I remembered to
request this year, my only option for a summer break was the final
week in August.
Sylvia's party game was getting steamier than anyone
had imagined. It was fantasy baseball in a new definition, and
involved stripping, drinking, or sexual interactions. By now most of
us were naked or nearly so. The girls were wasted and could not
tolerate another drink.
To make things more dramatic, the girls offered a
wager of $100 each, that the guys would not last.
First, a little explanation of how I arrived at this
spot. My girlfriend, Donna, and I were attending a party hosted by
her, her sister Diane, & their friend Sylvia. We were in the
middle of a drinking party game called baseball. It involved
drinking, stripping and sex based on the events in a baseball game.
Late April of 1996 and I'm still in bed. I'm watching
the girl I love getting ready for her day. My girlfriend is Donna DD
Kelly. She's 19 years old and spectacularly beautiful. She has dark
brown hair to her shoulders and big beautiful blue eyes. No, Donna's
middle name is Angela. She's known on the college campus as DD
because of her bountiful bosom, as in 34 Double D bra size.
Julia didn't want to admit it, but Suzie was right, she Did
love Arthur, and now here she was, on her knees, watching another girl give him
a vigorous blow job. Not just any girl, her Student! And she wasn't just
watching, she was Teaching! Teaching this girl, her student, her friend, how to
use her mouth to properly and completely pleasure the man she loved.
Suzie's mind whipped back to every time she had asked Arthur
which of his previous travel companions had been the best at sucking his cock.
She assumed his hesitation to answer was just modesty, but now she realized it
was because the answer would have shocked her.
"What's going on here, Arthur, what do you expect?"
"Tonight is a demonstration. Watch. Learn. And then
tomorrow; show us what you've learned."
Suzie was still befuddled, and turned to Julia. "And
you're; okay with this?"
After numerous rounds of
volleyball, the group retired, exhausted, to one of the beachside gazebos to
relax with some drinks. Monica watched as Suzie finished hers, and then asked
if she'd go with her to get more. Suzie of course accepted immediately.
"Hey would you mind if we hung
back here for a bit?" Monica said as they picked up their new drinks.
Suzie Travino was exhausted. She
was on the train heading back home after a grueling first year at architectural
design college. The daughter of a driven, Japanese mother and a successful
Italian father, and the valedictorian of her high school class, everyone
expected Suzie to follow in her father's footsteps and head off to an Ivy
League undergrad with an eye on law school following, so it was a bit of a
surprise that she decided to go into architectural design.
