Stories Published by 'Dixon Carter Lee'

Teaching Patti Ch. 5

Teacher gives young high school lover a spanking.

It was chaos backstage as everyone prepared for dress rehearsal; the on stage band was warming up, the lights were flicking on and off, the actors were rushing around, setting their props, and nobody noticed that both Patti and I were missing, that we were, in fact, behind the lumber rack, doing some major fondling against the muslin flats. She had her "Godspell" costume on, a very carnival...

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Teaching Patti Ch. 4

Sexy high school girl gives oral for the first time.

Rehearsals were going well, and we were two weeks from opening "Godspell". Patti and I had shared a few tiny kisses and squeezes in dark corners, but nothing more since that amazing night on my parent's couch. It was hard to find a place to be alone with her. Her house was out, and so was my parent's - too many opportunities to get caught. I thought of pulling her into the dressing room, where I...

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Teaching Patti Ch. 3

He finally gets close to sexy high school girl.

So, how's Patti doing?" asked my little sister, as she shoveled a spoonful of cereal past her braces. "Who?" I asked, startled. "Patti! Patti Cielo. She's in your show. She's a friend of mine." she explained, dribbling a little milk. Holy shit! Patti and my little sister were friends! Well, that was going to put a damper on my fantasy life. I'd been jerking off to Patti's smell,...

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Teaching Patti Ch. 7

High school Patti loses her virginity.

I would have to say goodbye to beautiful little Patti pretty soon. There was only one week left to the run of the show, and after that I would no longer have an excuse for staying in Connecticut. But before saying goodbye I wanted to give Patti one more shot at letting me de-flower her. Christ, I wanted that bad. But time was running out, and I couldn't seem to get her alone. We had no rehearsals,...

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Teaching Patti Ch. 6

High school girl tries phone sex for first time.

Patti's bedroom was definitely a messy teenage girl's room, with lots of "Boy Band" pop star photos tacked onto the walls, a pink telephone and frilly bedsheets. But there were also still a few little girl remnants like stuffed animals and Barbies scattered across the floor with dirty laundry and school books. She hurriedly scooped up the loose homework papers and soiled panties and chucked them...

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Teaching Patti Ch. 2

Young girl is watched while undressing in closet.

We had been rehearsing "Godspell" at Carter High School now for one week, every day after school for three hours. Patti was doing fine, and she was very sweet to me and learned quickly. I cast her in the "Day By Day" role, and her scenes with Jesus were touching. She had such an unaware quality; unaware of her budding beauty, and desirability. I couldn't believe that the boys in the cast didn't...

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Teaching Patti Ch. 1

High school play director falls for young actress.

I'd escaped high school ten years earlier, and was living in Manhattan, doing the acting thing; a few showcases here and there, a Broadway production of "Godspell", and living well off some commercial residuals. Then, suddenly, the show closed, the friggin' commercial went off the air, my agent started using word like "unmarketable" to describe me, and my roommate decided to move to back to Rhode...

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Jazzy Girl Ch. 7

Freddy and Julie go to meet Bonnie.

"Your moon is in Taurus. Expect a day like no other." said Julie. "What?" I asked, looking up from the crossword, pencil poised. Julie lay on the floor, wearing her standard Sunday afternoon kick-around panties and tank top, her voluptuous body pushing out and filling the raggedy underclothing like cantaloupes under sack cloth, curving and rising, with occasional sharp clefts dipping down...

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Jazzy Girl Ch. 4

Freddy joins the band, and gets close to Julie.

"How'd you like to be in a band?" said the smoky voice on the receiver. I was still dribbling out the last bit semen from an intense orgasm brought about by Julie's smoldering voice, when I picked up form the machine. "Sure." I said, wiping myself off with Bonnie's panties, and forgetting that I'd been working solo for over a year now, and was way out of touch with the whole "band...

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Jazzy Girl Ch. 5

Freddy encounters Julie's roommate.

A sunbeam struck my eye, and nudged me awake. I checked my watch. It was 10:36am. Next to me Julie snored peacefully. Her pale cheek was smeared with ruby lipstick. Her eyes were covered by a jungle growth of brown hair. Her round shoulders looked soft and smooth. I stared at the deep valley of her cleavage as her naked bosom heaved up and down under the covers. She was an old world beauty, soft...

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Jazzy Girl Ch. 6

Freddy discovers his own exhibitionist tendencies.

A gaggle of white swans honked noisily in the pond, which was actually a plastic children's pool ringed by an assortment of foliage and rocks for an "authentic" look, though where in the wild swans swim in plastic Power Rangers pools I have no idea. Homely girls in horrid orange and white taffeta gowns that threatened to eat them were escorted around by pimply faced ushers in powder blue tuxedos....

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Jazzy Girl Ch. 3

Freddy helps Bonnie build up courage.

I honestly thought it was Over-City with Bonnie. After her dramatic little revelation last night ("Are you married?" "Engaged.") I thought for sure my number would get way tossed. But here she was, on the phone, giving me her address and asking me to come over. I'm halfway out the door when the phone rings and the machine picks up. "Freddy Blue!" says a smoky voice. "It's Julie. Last...

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Jazzy Girl Ch. 2

Bonnie involves Freddy in her exhibitionism.

It was a keen night, the kind New York is famous for, all breezy and city-crisp with that distinctive fall-festival feel of Yankees baseball, Lincoln Center opera and Village jazz. Autumn in New York is a wake up call for the mind which has hibernated the sweaty summer away and emerges refreshed and invigorated and ready to contemplate its urban treasures in the Fall. New Yorkers love when the...

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Jazzy Girl Ch. 1

Greenwich Village jazz man falls for sultry songstress.

She stood at the microphone, waiting for her cue, worrying a cigarette and gripping the mike stand like a spear. The girl was a study in opposites with blood red lips set against a pale, white face, and smart, sharp features buried under a sweep of messy brown hair. Her sensual arms and neck hinted at a curvy figure beneath a frumpy black t-shirt and jeans. She was instinctually sexual, but her...

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