The weekend after graduation is a particularly dull time for a bottle shop. Everyone that wants booze has either left town, is still nursing the worst hangover of their academic life, or is still plowing through leftover alcohol. Or has to work. Which I was. The late afternoon sun pounded through the dirty glass of the front, what little was not covered with signs loudly proclaiming a message of, in essence, “Get Drunk! Cheap! Here.” The weather in Cambridge had been particularly lousy, especially for June, our most promising month until October. But the thunderstorms and rain showers had given way to a passably nice day. The weather was guaranteed by the owner of the store having scheduled me for an all-day shift.
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The job sucked, but the alternative was home to Lancaster, PA with my parents, a fate I would have gladly licked Mass Ave clean with my tongue to avoid. I didn’t notice her at first, as all my attention was taken up by counting out change for a $100 for a young guy who was buying a newspaper. He had a smile that I’m certain was intended to be apologetic, and if I had been in a better mood it might have worked, but I was inconsolable. A line had formed, and she joined the end of it, not stopping to pick anything up. With each sale, I noticed a little more of her. Bottle of wine, $12.95. Short blonde hair. Two six-packs of Coke, $4.49. About 5′ 8?, blue halter top. Nice figure. Bottle of gin, $6.80. Cute, button nose. Read more
My name is Kathy and I’m a new pledge at Lambda Lambda Lambda sorority. It’s a very old influential sorority that is over a hundred years old. All of the Lambda’s marry very prominent men and are prized for their culture, beauty and sophistication. Joining this sorority means that I can completely change my life. My single mother alone raised me with my grandmother and I worked very hard all through school in order to get us out of poverty. Through hard work and a stroke of luck I got a four-year scholarship to an Ivy League university. This has been the headiest experience of my life. I love this university with its old Victorian gothic architecture.
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I am 5’7 honey blond with green eyes and an hourglass figure. I’m about a 36C but actually I think my bust is still growing because it always feels like it is straining against my bra and about to break out. The Lambda house is an old Frank Lloyd Wright structure on fraternity row. I can’t wait to move in from the dormitory. Marion has been my guide to the sorority during the pledge period. She’s a beautiful sophisticated redhead with shoulder length hair and a fashion model’s body. She told me that during this time we have to do anything the upper class women say. Read more
It was a beautiful sunny day in Gloryville. I remember the hot summer sun shining on the vast ocean which lay before me. I remember thinking that nothing could be more beautiful than the Gloryville town beach that day, but I was wrong. About midday, I saw her. I saw her walking along the beach with a light summer shawl around her waist. She was far away, but I could see the sun shining on her golden blonde hair as if she had a halo. As she walked down the beach towards me, she stopped for a moment to talk briefly with each person she passed. After what seemed like an eternity she reached the spot where I was tanning. I tried to pretend not to notice her arrival, but it didn’t work.
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“Beautiful day,” she said. “I sometimes wish every day was like this.” The sound of her voice reminded me of a small bird I heard singing earlier in the day. The sun was still shining brilliantly behind her. I could barely make out her face through the glare. “Well, man does not live on bread alone,” I said foolishly. Suddenly, she seemed very interested in what I had to say. I propped myself up onto my elbow and for the first time I saw her face. She was strikingly beautiful. She was the kind of girl that you had to look at twice to make sure you weren’t seeing things. When she turned away for a moment, I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. My eyes wondered down from her face to her small, but perfect breasts. It was as if they were speaking to me. “Hello. We are her breasts.” I thought. Before I could finish my lustful gaze of her assets, she spoke to me again. Read more
“Good afternoon, Terri, and how are you today,” the man with the deep voice asked in a subdued tone?!? “I’m just fine, sir,” she asked with her head bowed!?! “Are you ready for your session,” he asked softly?!? “Yes, sir, I’m ready,” she whispered!!! ?Very good,” he replied, “remove your clothing and assume the position!!!” Terri silentlyremoved all of her clothing and quickly climbed upon a long narrow table, and while leaving her arms at her sides, she spread her legs and waited for her master’s next command!!!
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Terri had never actually seen the face of her master, and in fact she didn’t even know his name, but at least twice a month for the past four years she had been making the trip from her north side apartment to the large Victorian mansion on the far south side where she allowed herself to be dominated by this unknown stranger!!! In perhaps one out of ten visits her master would actually show himself and personally use her for his sexual pleasure, but usually she would be used and abused by several of his female subserviants!!! As she lay there nervously wondering what today’s session would hold for her, two naked nymphets appeared out of nowhere and restrained her wrists and ankles with leather straps, as the deep voice of her master asked softly, “You know what comes next don’t you, Terri!?!” “Yes,” she replied weakly, “they’re going to shave me!!” “Shave you where, Terri,” he replied, “tell me exactly where you are going to be shaved!?!” Just as she was about to answer his question, one of the women poured warm oil onto her vagina and began massaging her with her soft delicate hands causing Terri to gasp and reply, “O-oh my vagina, sir, they’re going to shave my vagina!!!”
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Samantha sat on the edge of the tub with her legs spread wide apart while she very carefully maneuvered the safety razor along her bulging vaginal lips, using tiny short strokes to remove the final remnants of hair from her eighteen year old pussy. A knock on the bathroom door made her pause as she asked who it was. “Just me,” shouted her best friend Priscilla through the closed door, “can I come in?!?” “Sure, Pris, come on in, I’m almost finished here anyway,” intoned Samantha as she went back to her barbering! Priscilla nearly burst through the door and took a seat on the closed toilet lid and asked, “What in the hell are you doing, Sam, it looks like your taking it all off!?!” Continuing with her shaving, Samantha replied, “That’s right, babe, I’m getting rid of all of it, with summer coming up, I want a nice clean look for my new bikini!!!” Priscilla didn’t answer for awhile, but watched intently as her friend scraped away her remaining pubes. “Doesn’t it sting,” she finally asked, “it looks like it burns like the dickens!!!” “Not too badly,” Sam replied, “and I’m going to rub it with baby oil when I’m finished, that should take away the sting!” Pris looked doubtful, but held her tongue as Samantha wiped away the excess lather and dabbed away the remaining moisture with a fluffy towel. “Well,” asked Samantha, “how does it look!?!” “Like a five year old,” Pris retorted quickly, “but I have to admit that it does look sexy in an odd sort of way, how does it feel?” “Mmmmm, very erotic, the air is really cool on it,” Sam replied softly, “look at my clit, it’s all puffed up!!!” Priscilla leaned forward for a better look, and was astounded at what she saw!!! There at the top of Sam’s crack, poked out the head of her very erect clitoris!!! “My god, Sam,” she moaned quietly, “you must be on fire!!!” Sam’s breathing was now becoming labored, and along the length of crack moisture appeared in small droplets, looking for all the world like a string of small pearls! Without asking, Priscilla picked up the baby oil, turned on the hot water and held the bottle under the faucet for a minute or so to warm up its contents, and then squeezed a generous squirt into her hand, where upon she rubbed the warm oil gently into Samantha’s freshly shaven mound!!!
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Some days I’d wake up and not even be sure what city I was in. That’s not so unusual when you tour with a rock and roll band, but as tour manager it was my job to know. It was my job to know lots of things, the hotels, the arenas, the caterers, the VIP list, the police department, and the security staff and, on unpleasant occasions, the people who could do us special favors. I usually knew what time the sound checks were at every place we played. But, as I learned, sometimes an occasional fuckup can be just what you needed.
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I was buried in shit that morning. The hotel in Cleveland had cancelled our reservations because our lead guitarist had trashed his room the last time he stayed there. The Chicago caterer was having trouble finding the exotic fish our prima donna lead singer insisted she had to eat each Friday on her weird diet. To top it all off, I’d just found out that our drummer was getting hit with a paternity suit from some kid who allegedly fucked him last time we were in Buffalo. It was only a little after noon and my head was spinning. Maybe that’s why I thought we had a noon sound check today. I’d already decided to blow it off, if they needed me they’d call. They always did, day or night.
