Coxworth Academy Encounters

By KC Crozetti

KC Crozetti’s ‘Coxworth Academy Encounters’ serves as an excellent introduction to the series while giving fans of the popular e-books new stories to enjoy.

Anyone familiar with the Coxworth Academy culture is accustomed to Eleanor Coxworth, the lustful lady who finances and mentors the junior college. She provides a unique educational experience while advocating a liberal lifestyle for her faculty, staff, and students. First-time visitors to the campus on Hesperides Island, however, are often shocked by what they experience during their stays. Casual sex is the norm; multiple partners are encouraged; nudity, especially for men, is frequent. ‘Coxworth Academy Encounters’ chronicles a few of the more remarkable encounters by the friends and families of island residents.

• Garnet MacVaxter, a global media mogul and friend of Eleanor Coxworth, visited the island in January of 1971, eight months before the campus officially opened. During her stay, she became acquainted with Eleanor’s new companion, a burly bodybuilder called Sextus.

• Sally, the 25-year-old niece of men’s dormitory caretaker Lady Oakley, arrived in September and enjoyed helping her aunt perform her job duties, especially waking the handsome college boys in the mornings.

• U. S. Navy Seaman Travis came to Hesperides Island on leave to see his girlfriend, lovely Lena. He found her to be much more playful and frisky now that she was a Coxworth Academy coed.

• Graham, the 40-year-old father of freshman Devlin, enrolled in Mrs. Coxworth’s new ‘Student for a Day’ program but was flabbergasted to find himself stark naked in his son’s mixed swimming class, facing six sexy college coeds in swimsuits.

• Lynn, the 21-year-old stepsister of Senior Administrative Assistant Heather, arrived on a rare stormy weekend in November, just in time to watch a men’s Greco-Roman wrestling competition, with the muscular guys grappling in the style of the ancient Olympians.

• Lena welcomed her 24-year-old brother Ben to Hesperides Island for an extended visit by making an appointment for him with Madame Maruyama and two of her therapists, Birgitte and Greta. The three lustful women surprised the handsome man by eagerly welcoming him to Coxworth Academy.

• Skyler, a 20-year-old bully and acquaintance of student Bert, got tricked into competing in the first Coxworth Academy Strip Poker Tournament.

Despite their shocking encounters, every visitor left Hesperides Island happy, and hoping to return again soon.

• Language: English
• Publisher: KC Crozetti
• Release date: Mar 13, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370504497

KC Crozetti

KC Crozetti is the pen name of an author who writes fictional erotic stories as an enjoyable diversion from the more mundane occupation of authoring a non-fiction blog and related eBooks. The merry "Coxworth Academy" series features Eleanor Coxworth, a wildly wealthy and wacky widow who bursts onto the scholastic scene by introducing a modern version of ancient Rome where underprivileged honor students are offered the opportunity to further their education at no cost to their struggling families. Her Coxworth Academy includes exact copies of the Pantheon, the Colosseum, and Circus Maximus. College students receive a classical educational in the arts, culture, etiquette, science, and especially athletics, but schoolboys are required to compete without clothing in the tradition of ancient Greco-Roman Olympians. The "Double Standard School", officially known as the Dahlia Sampson School of Higher Learning, is where young men attend a college that was formerly for women only. The female faculty relentlessly take advantage of their new schoolboys in order to teach young professional women that they need not fear, nor be intimidated by, their male competitors in the workforce. "A CFNM Carol and 'Twas the Night Before CFNM" are updated, erotic adaptations of two Christmas classics.

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Coxworth Academy Encounters

By KC Crozetti

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Copyright 2018 by KC Crozetti

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Table of Contents

Preface

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

About the Author

Preview of Double Standard School: Stories 81-90

Preface

Anyone familiar with the Coxworth Academy culture is accustomed to Eleanor Coxworth, the lustful lady who finances and mentors the junior college. She provides a unique educational experience while advocating a liberal lifestyle for her faculty, staff, and students.

First-time visitors to the campus on Hesperides Island, however, are often shocked by what they experience during their stays. Casual sex is the norm; multiple partners are encouraged; nudity, especially for men, is frequent. These are the chronicles of a few of the more remarkable encounters by the friends and families of island residents.

Chapter 1

In late January of 1971, a veteran mariner named Captain Lamas piloted a Chris Craft wooden motorboat towards Hesperides Island, the tropical paradise where Coxworth Academy junior college would soon open. The classic, triple-cockpit runabout had been purchased by the father of the college’s founder, Eleanor Coxworth, in 1937, and was now used to transport VIPs to the island.

The current passenger was a very special person indeed! Known internationally as simply ‘Garnet,’ she was Garnet MacVaxter, heir to the MacVaxter fortune and owner of the InterContinental News Service (ICNS), a global media powerhouse.

Garnet sat in the seat behind Captain Lamas, viewing the scenery in silence. She had only spoken three words since she arrived at the dock. Hello; nice boat, she’d said as she boarded. The captain’s attempts to converse with her were answered with a weary smile. She seemed overworked and overtired; rather subdued for some reason. He left her alone to rest and concentrated on his job.

As they approached Hesperides Island from the south, ‘The Cottage’ came into view. High on Acropolis Hill amongst groves of palm trees stood Mrs. Coxworth’s not-so-humble home, a massive mansion that outwardly looked like the Parthenon in Greece. The majestic sight awed everyone the first time they saw it.

Chatty Captain Lamas made another attempt at conversation. That there’s Mrs. Coxworth’s Cottage, ma’am, he said; built in 1902 by her grandpappy.

Garnet didn’t answer immediately. After a pause, she replied, I know. I spent most summers here when I was a child. I knew old man Coxworth before he died.

"You did!?"

She answered with an affirmative grunt and nothing more. He went back to piloting his boat.

When they reached the stone jetty of Hesperides Island, Captain Lamas cut the engine and let the motorboat drift to a stop beside a wooden stairway, then hopped out and tied the runabout to a black bollard. He returned to assist his taciturn passenger, who handed him her brown-leather overnight bag.

Ya kin leave this here, he said, placing her carryall on the wooden walkway atop the jetty. Mrs. Coxworth ‘ll have someone carry it for ya.

She smiled and mumbled, Probably Sextus.

Beg yer pardon, ma’am?

Nothing.

Looking perplexed, the captain offered his hand to steady her as she debarked. It was my pleasure having ya aboard, ma’am.

Thank you, Captain.

While Garnet climbed onto the runabout’s seat and then onto the jetty’s stairs, always-amorous Captain Lamas assessed his world-famous passenger. He knew that she was fifty-five years old, but her attractive, although currently fatigued, face and her short and wavy, ash-blonde hair made her look to be in her forties. She had a lean body beneath her maroon pantsuit, with small breasts and narrow hips.

As Garnet walked away without saying another word, the captain noted that she had a flat ass as well; definitely not his type. She seemed nice, but he preferred a woman with lots of curves to hold onto, and someone who would talk to you. He shrugged and turned to untie his boat, then boarded and began the return trip to the mainland.

* * * * * *

Garnet smiled to see her childhood friend, lovable Eleanor Coxworth, waving to her at the end of the jetty. If anyone could dispel her melancholy mood, it was ‘Ellie.’ She’d driven down from The Cottage in the old Duisenberg, a 1931 red Torpedo Phaeton.

HELLO, GARNET! her exuberant friend shouted before striding forward with her multicolored, floral dress flowing in the breeze off the water. The two women embraced at the edge of the jetty, looking like youthful bosom buddies rather than a pair of middle-aged entrepreneurs with enormous wealth and influence.

Despite Mrs. Coxworth’s infectious personality, Garnet could only manage a tired smile. She stepped back and said, Hello, Ellie. How are you?

Eleanor Coxworth threw back her head and laughed, a loud and heartfelt sound that always seemed to cheer anyone who heard it. No one has called me Ellie for years, she gushed. Around here, I’m ‘Mrs. Coxworth,’ although I keep telling everyone to call me Eleanor.

Garnet gawped as a muscular bodybuilder approached from behind Eleanor. The young man was tall, blonde, and handsome; and only wearing a white, kilt-like skirt and sandals! He was a moving mountain of bare skin and sculpted muscles.

Mrs. Coxworth saw her friend’s pupils dilate, turned, and said, This is my new companion I told you about in my last letter. Garnet, meet Sextus.

The name fit, for the man looked like an ancient Roman sex god. Garnet gazed into his deep-blue eyes and said, Hello, Sextus.

Nice to meet you, Mistress MacVaxter, he replied in a sonorous voice that rumbled from his chest. He gave her a deferential nod.

The media mogul, a strong advocate for human equality, said, Please call me ‘Garnet,’ Sextus. It’s nice to meet you, too.

The big man looked at Mrs. Coxworth, as if seeking approval.

Eleanor smiled. Would you bring Garnet’s bag for her?

Yes, Mistress Coxworth.

As Sextus continued down the jetty, Eleanor answered her friend’s raised eyebrows with a beaming grin. "Sextus and I have developed a playful relationship. I am the amorous old mistress, and he is my youthful manservant.

The two women watched Sextus bend to retrieve Garnet’s overnight bag. At that moment, a gust of wind whipped his skirt into the air.

Whoop! Garnet hooted as she glimpsed the bodybuilder’s backside – a brawny, and completely bare, bottom. He wasn’t wearing anything under his skirt! She laughed – the first time she’d had a good laugh since witnessing the tragedy over New Year’s weekend. Giving Mrs. Coxworth a smirk, she joked, Ellie! You’ve got yourself a toy boy.

Her friend burst into a guilty-as-charged guffaw.

* * * * * *

Even ebullient Eleanor Coxworth could not raise Garnet out of her melancholy that evening or get her to confess what was bothering her.

The famous media mogul went to her bedroom hoping to sleep but knowing that she would not. The faces of the victims she’d seen, especially the children, and the memory of their suffering haunted her thoughts every time she closed her eyes. She hadn’t enjoyed a decent night’s sleep since the disaster.

Garnet had recently visited her sister and her family in Glasgow, Scotland. The day after New Year’s, being MacVaxters, they naturally attended the Old Firm match at Ibrox Park between the Celtics and the Rangers. The two teams’ football rivalry was an old Scottish tradition. With great anticipation, fans from both teams packed the stands. They weren’t disappointed: the game went on and on, deadlocked at zero to zero. Halftime came and went without either team gaining an advantage. During the final minutes, the Celtics finally scored a goal. While their fans roared in celebration, some of the disappointed Rangers followers began to leave the stadium, hoping to beat the crowds to the nearby train station.

The tragedy began in the final seconds, shortly after the Rangers scored an equalizer and tied the game. Someone fell on the steep exit stairway nearest to the train station, tripping others behind them. As more people stumbled, the crowd kept moving forward, unaware of the disaster unfolding in front of them. A chain reaction of people tumbling on top of one another started a surging tidal wave of humanity down the stairs. The weight of falling people bent and broke the steel handrails, and a disastrous human pile-up formed where the stairs leveled. People at the bottom died, crushed by the press of bodies over them. At last count, sixty-six fatalities had resulted, but at least a hundred more were hospitalized and might not survive. The game concluded, tied one to one, but the joyful day had ended in horror.

As the owner of ICNS, Garnet left her family when she heard what had happened. She covered the event, but she wished that she had not. The stairwell was a charnel house; the surge of people had stacked bodies five- and six-feet deep. Desperate rescuers struggled to untangle the writhing