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Looking for a story about multiple families at a lakehouse or beach house or something

Posted about this in this sub awhile back, but I'm going to try again:

I remember the main character was a young male, and he had a sister and a mother. The three of them go to a cabin or a lakehouse of some sort where they and two other families have a week of sex.

At one point, the young male gets jealous that one of the girls from another family is spending time with another male.

Any help would be much appreciated. I can't be sure, but I think the title had something to do with camping, but it turned out not to be really "camping."

I think I remember reading this on xnxx.com, but I've searched high and low there and am unable to find it.

Excerpt from my book, Recalcitrant (M/F, F POV)

Having deserted the body in what he told me was his normal spot, Dr. Burress drove me back to my apartment. To my surprise, he asked me a simple question upon pulling up to my building.

"Can I come inside?" he asked bluntly.

"You want to come in? You, my professor — the one who grades my papers and judges me according to my ability — want to come inside my empty apartment?"

"Sure, I'd like to see your place. Besides, once you've murdered with someone, what else is there to hide?"

Disgusted by his response while convicted by his argument, I agreed to have him join me. The police had cleaned up the scene he created by murdering Lexi and to be honest, the idea of being alone in my apartment with a much older man didn't sound terrible either. Read more »

Before the date [MF, FemalePOV]

You come over to pick me up for a night out. We've known each other for a while as friends, but haven't been on a date as such. I'm wearing a long black soft skirt, a plain white button up shirt, tied at the waist, and flat black and pink sandals. A long chain of pearl-like disks around my neck. It's an unassuming outfit, but it shows off all my curves – full breasts, small waist, round hips and long legs (through the long side split). I feel really sexy wearing it because the fabric is smooth and silky and very sensual.

I'm already craving you. Getting ready, shaving, trimming nice and neat, the hot water running down my body (even letting it run over my clit) – it's all a turn on. Checking how i look in the mirror, i am hoping to please you.

We sit outside for a bit with a cold drink – a white wine for me, a corona for you. I'm lazing on the outdoor sofa, you sitting on a chair nearby. You keep reaching over and stroking my leg, ankle to knee, pushing the skirt up as you do. Of course i have shaved my legs and they feel silky smooth too. We talk about our days but i see you're getting more and more distracted – i think you've noticed the black bra under the shirt…i lean forward to make sure…. Read more »

Hedonistic Worship – A Quick and Dirty Fuck Story [MF]

He saw her most days; their schedules overlapped. When he returned from his night shift, she left for work. Some days, as the elevator opened on their floor, she'd be there, waiting. They always shared a smile, but they never said more than hello. She’d often whisper, "fuck," when she'd just missed the elevator, and while she waited, she'd tuck in her shirt, or put on an earring, or comb back her short hair. She dressed smart: tight-fitting skirt, ironed shirt, stockings, practical shoes, and librarian glasses. Occasionally, she'd wear a dress, the playful kind, and on Fridays, she sported jeans, which suited her particularly well.

Her name was Clare—he knew that from her post box in the foyer—and he often fantasized about her when he masturbated.

On Sunday, he did his laundry in the building's basement. To pass the time, he played Angry Birds on his phone while making idle conversation with Harold, a life-long tenant with a sailor's disposition, and the only other early bird doing washing.

To his surprise, Clare descended the stairs into the laundromat, struggling to carry two baskets. He'd never seen her here before; their brief encounters were strictly a weekday affair. Read more »

Her

 For all my years upon this beautiful green rock flying through space I've never let myself live more in the moment that one night. I should have known better, to be honest, but it was as if my mind was shut off and quieted by her touch. Nothing had moved or stirred my heart for so long it took me by surprise, so it was inevitable that I go with the flow and let the river take me away lest I drown. When I first saw her I knew I wanted her. The way her smile made her eyes light up, the curve of her lips begging to be kissed as if they were the only ones left in existence. Something in the way she sat, comfortable and confident in herself boiled my blood ever so slightly. This was a woman who had a need and I wanted to be the person to give it to her. That first day she hardly knew me and didn't really seem like she was interested at all. I was just another person in the room full, like a single star in the night. Something happened the next though, I can't quite put my finger on why, perhaps it was the way I was dressed. Being part of the wedding party and wanting to look my best I was dressed out to the nines. I felt good, I looked good so my confidence was palpable and as anyone could see I was on top of the world. Everywhere I walked I caught more than one person stealing glances both men and women alike. It was a glorious feeling to say the least. It was just before the wedding as everyone was getting ready for the ceremony, after I had given up on her almost completely that I saw her steal a look. She was standing at the mirror doing her hair when I watched her eyes greedily take me in from head to toe. As her eyes were coming back up she bite the corner of her lip ever so slightly that I almost missed it. Suddenly our eyes locked for but a brief moment, a moment that felt like an eternity. She turned three shades of red for being caught and tried to casually go back to doing her hair. It was at that moment I really looked at her, the way the dress clung to her body, the shape of her legs, and the soft line of her neck. It took all I had to not slide up behind her and place my arms around her and kiss her neck. Starting slowly from her shoulder and moving towards her ear. Finally I tore my eyes away and went back to getting everyone ready to go. With so much to do she was pushed to the back of my mind, but still there, always just out of sight. Perhaps it was the shot of tequila mixed with the rest of the drinks, maybe it was simply the right place at the right time for all the wrong reasons. I can't say for certain, but without a doubt it would be a night worth remember for a long time. Once the reception was over and all the formalities done it was time to party. With lots of great music and just enough booze for the inhibitions to fall away much like the brides veil on her wedding day. The thrill of a new touch, the electricity that sparks between two people, and the fear of the unknown are what made it a perfect storm. The next thing I know I'm out on the dance floor, pressed body to body from all sides. Everywhere I turned it seemed like she was the only one I could see. As the music played I could only dance, swaying side to side with the beat I found myself more drawn to her. The way she twirled and shook, the way her body moved like a leaf on the wind was mesmerizing. I was like a man possessed as I kept moving towards her and pressing my body against hers. Suddenly I was reaching my hands around her waist from behind and pulling into me and was pleasantly surprised that she didn't resist. In fact, it seemed as if she had been waiting all night for my hands to be placed upon her. She spun around and the smile on her face was mischievous and coy when she suddenly dropped to the floor, her hands on my hips she kept her eyes locked on mine. When she came back up the music died in my ears, and press of bodies faded away to leave only the two of us left in the whole place. I don't know how long we danced. It could have been till the end of time itself and it wouldn't have been long enough. There wasn't anywhere else I wanted to be or anyone else I wanted. My hands agreed with me as they were exploring her body with every chance I had. Every time I thought maybe I had gone to far her hands were pleasantly found to be exploring me with the same reckless abandon. My mind was reeling and my knees almost gave way when she spun around and started to grinding her ass against me. There was no way she could not have felt my excitement as she pressed and grinded harder. Being only human I could hardly take it much longer and had to take a break and thus led her from the dance floor to find some place a little quieter.

Need creative help with porn scenario.

I'm on short final to producing my first porno movie on blu-ray (shooting starts in october) but I'm having trouble creating a background story for the film. You guys look like a very creative bunch so maybe you could help me spice it up? I'll send a free copy of the movie to whoever helps me. Basic story goes: girl on the phone with male character getting ready to go out (nude/underwear shots of the female#1) goes to a nightclub, sleeps with another girl(girl girl scene), blacks out, wakes up and sneaks out for a bath (masturbation scene), enter the male character with a suitcase back from a business trip (boy girl scene with female #2), female#1 comes back from the bath and joins the fun. There can't be too much complicated dialogue as the actors are all beginners but they do ok with the simple lines. I was also thinking about adding another male character for a mfm scene. All ideas welcome :)

A Good Girl Goes Bad. [m+f]

(This is my first go at writing a story like this. Of course, there are many more excerpts from Tony and Anya, but here is their origin.)

His name is Tony, mine is Anya. Things first got "interesting" about 12 years ago, when we kissed and touched each other and that was that. I told myself it wouldn't happen again, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. He lives many states away from me and I've since married. We keep up chatting and flirting online as I know I'll never see him again.

Tony is… well… he's beautiful. He's not a gym rat, but he takes care of himself. At about six feet tall, his hair is long, with green eyes, and freckles across his nose. He's also naturally tan, so he fascinated me with his features when I first met him. I'm petite, coming in at 5'4" with pale skin and freckles, blue eyes, and I fall somewhere between blonde and strawberry blonde on the Ginger Scale. Everything about me is small except for my ass, which I think is why he liked me so much. He could lift me into his arms for a hug even when we were still just kids. Read more »

Watching my wife part 1

He never thought this day would come, but here he was sitting in a chair in his bedroom watching his wife fuck a stranger, two strangers to be exact. This had all started a couple of months ago when they had discussed sex fantasies. He had told her that he had always wanted to see her have sex with someone else, this had shocked her. She couldn't understand why anyone would want to watch their spouse have sex with someone else.

They had each promised that night to be 100% open and not to get upset about anything the other said, so she admitted that she had always wanted to have sex with two guys at once. This surprised him because while she was always very good in bed she was fairly conservative in her attitudes toward sex.

"So is it something you would ever actually do"? He asked.

"I don't know, not if it would hurt our relationship".

"Well it's always been my fantasy to watch you with one guy, two would be even hotter. Let's leave it open and if you come across two guys you like then let's go for it." Read more »

Bound For Pleasure [M,F] [BD]

“Hey Aaron, we’re heading out for a beer, you want to come?” Aaron looked up from his computer screen, squinting into the darkness at his coworkers. “Nah, I’m good. I really need to finish these reports by tomorrow.” “Suit yourself.” Aaron watched in disappointment as they filed out of the office. It was late, well past midnight on a Friday, and he was stuck at the office yet again. He rubbed his bleary eyes and settled back into his chair, looking numbly at the spreadsheets in front of him. He didn’t notice the dark shape creeping out of the shadows towards him. Aaron leaned back in his chair, barely stifling a yawn, when a hand clamped down hard over his nose and mouth. His first instinct was to scream, but the hand pressing against his face held a thick rag, muffling his voice. A sickly sweet smell invaded his nostrils, and Aaron clawed at his attacker’s arms, trying to pry them off. Their grip was surprisingly strong, and Aaron felt the strength slowly draining from his own muscles. He tried to say “Just take my wallet,” but it came out in a sloppy slur of words as he dropped out of consciousness. His attacker released her hold and Aaron slumped forward onto his desk. “Fifteen years later and you still don’t put up a decent fight,” she marvelled. In the cool light of the computer monitor, her golden blonde hair was a perfect platinum. She pulled a thick coil of rope from her jacket pocket. “Tonight you and I are going to have a little fun.” Read more »