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In Search of the Final Freedom - 12
An Erotic Socio-Political Novel
By Pat Thomason (pat_tomason@hotmail.com)
***
Bonnie has fun with a group of roofers. (MMF, exh,
oral, orgy)
***
Chapter TWELVE
Saint Thomas United Methodist church was very
representative of rural southern churches that can be
found in virtually every small community from Maryland
to east Texas. The imposing Greek revival columns
fronting the white clapboard sanctuary in the front and
drab masonry "educational building" in the back was as
ubiquitous as grits.
Inside local gossip and petty politics all but drowned
out most "Christian" teachings. Deficiencies and all,
the thousands of these churches, are collectively, the
heart and soul of the rural south. From their strict
racial segregation to their social hierarchy based on
community standing, these churches are the gateway to
the southern psyche.
Though Saint Thomas Methodist was derided as being
"liberal" by some of the local Baptist ministers, it
was still very much part of the local community. Being
one of the largest churches in the county, it was one
of the best connected with many of the leading business
and government leaders attending.
Brandy, with whom she shared nursery duty during the
church service this week had been one of Trisha's
closest friend for several years. An exceptionally
attractive blond, she had been one who had thanked
Bonnie for offering the top free alternative at their
pool last summer. She was already in the nursery when
Bonnie arrived.
As soon as the rush to drop off babies had subsided and
they were alone in the nursery Brandy blurted out "OK,
I want to hear all about it. Trisha was too embarrassed
to tell me, but said it was OK if you told me
everything."
"What did she tell you?" Bonnie inquired
"She told me that you had showed her the pictures that
were on the internet, then some much more explicit ones
of you and other people."
Bonnie nodded "Anything else?"
"She said she did something she has thought about for a
year but never thought she would really do. I know she
told me last fall what she has been fantasizing about,
and it sounded like that is what she did, but it
through me when she said to ask you."
Brandy was almost ten years younger than Bonnie and
Trish, but her oldest son, DJ, was almost the same age
as Lamar and Byron. Dwight had gotten her pregnant at
sixteen and after about three years of an on and off
relationship they had finally grown up enough to get
married and settled down.
At 29 years old she now had three kids and Dwight made
a good living as a postal supervisor. Her figure was
very good, though last summer Bonnie could not help
notice that nursing three children had left her with
pancake shaped boobs. She had asked Dwight for a boob
job for Christmas and her husband had happily obliged.
Bonnie and Trish had finally tired of hearing about how
good her boobs would look this summer but they didn't
have the heart to tell her so.
So for the next forty minutes they tuned out the
speaker broadcasting the service and Bonnie told Brandy
everything they had done on Saturday, leaving out only
Sherry's stories. Brandy went through several stages of
amazement. When Bonnie got to the end of the story
Brandy said "That is so, so, I don't think I can find
the right word... It's like you're hippies or
something." Bonnie asked "Is that bad?"
"No, it so free. I thought it was so great to go
topless at your pool last summer, since I was a
teenager I've wanted to try going naked. Does this mean
we can do that at your pool this year?" "Yea" Bonnie
chuckled "I guess it does"
"Can Dwight come?" She asked almost breathlessly
"Of course I don't care if he comes when I'm naked, but
we will have to have a day when the girls know husbands
are invited too." "Wow, can I tell him?"
"Sure."
"Everything?"
"If Trisha doesn't mind, I have nothing to hide."
Brandy smiled broadly "I can be sure we'll have great
sex this afternoon".
Evidently Trisha couldn't hide her excitement about
what had happened because after the service, but before
Bonnie and Brandy had finished cleaning up the nursery
Jo Ann and Beth Ann came in saying Trisha told them to
ask Bonnie what had happened on Wednesday. They are
sisters more Brandy's age than Bonnie's. Bonnie hadn't
known then very well when Brandy asked if they could
join the top free tanning group. Both were big boned
but well proportioned and Bonnie had always thought
they were pretty.
Jo Ann was a year or two older, but lager all around.
Beth Ann had grade school aged children and from what
Bonnie had heard, both were both far from celibate. Jo
Ann had been married twice but she and her second
husband were separated. She had no children and had
been told by her doctor she was infertile. Beth Ann had
never been married but had two children to her high-
school sweetheart, whom she never married and was
killed five years ago driving drunk. She had been
living with Calvin for the past three years.
Before Bonnie could begin, Brandy began for her. Though
slightly annoyed about being cut off, Bonnie really was
glad not to have to tell the whole story again.
"Brandy, I've got to stay for this elder's meeting, why
don't you guys go on, you can tell them the whole
story." All three liked that idea and they took off.
She was just finishing when three high school girls
came to the door. They were Katie Rice, Sarah Kelly
(her friend Marcy's girl ) and Megan, who was Misty's
age but went to a private school, she had known them
all since they were in the nursery, now she knew them
as leaders in the Sunday evening Youth Meetings that
she and Cooper led.
Katie and Sarah were sophomores and friends of Lamar,
even though Sarah was only about 3 months older than
Lamar, the difference in grade was significant and
having grown up together they had a relationship more
as rivals more than romantic. Seeing them standing at
the nursery door she couldn't believe how much like
women they looked.
They stood at the door for a good while shifting their
weight from foot to foot. Bonnie put up the last toys
and said, "Hi girls, you coming to youth meeting
tonight?"
As if taken off guard they all said yes. Bonnie
suspected they wanted to say something.
"Is something bothering you?"
They got confused and answered "Yes" then "No" then
Megan, the oldest of the three said "We just wanted you
to know we are glad you're our youth leader."
Sarah, standing to her right said "We think you're a
great role model."
Megan added "You live in the real world, You don't
think it is still back when our grandparents were our
age."
Katie quietly said "We don't care what anyone says."
Bonnie saw this coming so was not shocked or offended
"Well thank you very much." And by force of will
refrained from asking what was being said.
Megan spoke once more "Don't listen to what the old
prunes say. We liked your pictures, and you can tell
Misty we support her too." Now Bonnie was sure she knew
who had been talking, Megan's grandmother Margo.
Sarah finished by saying "My parents support you and
nearly everything we hear at school about your pictures
is positive. I've herd a lot of girls wishing you were
their mom. I think we will have some extra kids
visiting tonight, they want to meet you". With that
they were off down the hall
It touched Bonnie that they would come tell her this.
She knew it must be embarrassing, but these girls
wanted to show their solidarity.
While Bonnie had been cleaning, Cooper Campbell was in
an elders meeting in the pastor's study. Like most
meetings this one had nothing to do with spiritual
issues. The meeting droned on about as to whether the
parking lot should be repaved or should the roof be
replaced. It wasn't that both things weren't important,
it was the unnecessary conflict that the egos in the
room created. He wished that this group at least
pretended to live up to the Christian ideals, but he
knew full well these men were, like him, elders based
on their family history and community status rather
than spiritual merit. The meeting went on and Cooper
just tuned it all out.
Meanwhile the wives were having their own informal
meeting of sorts. Mrs. Campbell, like her husband, was
part of this group of society women by position and
family standing, and she did not share their
sanctimonious assumption of superiority over the lesser
privileged women in the church. Though she had shunned
their invitation to join the socially all important
Junior League, but had long been a volunteer and board
member of a woman's shelter and a child advocacy
agency. To most people this shun of the "old girl's"
network would have been socially fatal, but the
Campbell blood ran deep in Hancock county and they
still considered her one of their own.
The rules of conduct in this select community were
simple. Middle class morally was just that, for the
middle class; however, no public blemish must stain
their reputation, no matter how sordid their personal
lives may actually be.
Though most of the elder's wives were much older than
her, that did not mean they lived the life of the
stereotypical matronly southern lady. On the contrary,
while on one hand Margo LaCroix was the moral watchdog
of the county, the organizer of the ongoing boycott of
convince stores that sold Playboy, the other society
women knew she had a whole stable of younger lovers.
Though no one every spoke directly of illicit affairs
they were well know all the same. These women never
directly spoke of anything off color; however, they
spoke in their own special code that carried the full
meaning to those who knew how to interpret them.
For instance the week after Bonnie had entertained the
pool man, Margo, who rumor said had also entertained
the same man on numerous occasions, said "So Bonnie, I
saw Mike Newell's truck at your house Thursday. Were
you having a problem with your pool?" which was to say
"I know you fucked the pool man, are you and Cooper
having problems or was this just as fling?"
To which Bonnie said, "No problems, just thought I'd
have him come by for an inspection" which was to say
"No, just a fun fuck".
To this Mrs. Winters, another very randy fifty
something social queen, added, "It's been too long
since my pool's been inspected. Mr. Winters has not
been up to the job lately, I'd better call Mr. Newell.
He does such a nice job." Which was of course to say
"My husband has not been doing me enough lately. The
pool man is always a good lay, I'll get him to do me
soon"
All this was from women who very publicly decry sex-ed
in schools and derided the low morals of Georgia's
African American population. To them sexual freedom was
a perk of their social status, a special right given
due to their elite social class. Such had been the way
of the world from time immoral, and woe to anyone who
challenged that.
By now everyone knew of the beach photos. Their local
paper, as many small rural papers, still ran a weekly
gossip column. Among this weeks tips such as "Mrs. M.
L. was seen last week buying baby supplies. Could she
be having a fourth one?" and "Miss A. S. is now having
her mail forwarded to an apartment that is home to the
very attractive Mr. J. H." was this little tidbit "Mrs.
V. C.'s vacation to Miami must have been more eventful
that we had heard. An internet site posted beach photos
of her wearing naught but her smile much to the
pleasure of men all over the county."
Though her name was not used, it didn't take long for
every woman in town to figure out who V.C. (Veronica
"Bonnie" Campbell) was. It was not that these elder's
wives cared one whit what she did in her personal life,
but they did care that this was now public knowledge
among the working class. That was not acceptable.
Mrs. LaCroix looked directly in her eyes with a stare
that had rarely failed to cow the most self-assured
novo riche. In the most condescending of way she said
"Well girl, when are you going to publicly say those
pictures are not you?"
Bonnie, who had been expecting this since she arrived
at church hours before had her response ready. With a
blank look she asked "Margo, what are you talking
about? What pictures?"
Bonnie who was playing the game correctly. Marogo's
eyes narrowed as her narrow face became pinched and she
hissed "You know exactly what I'm talking about. If you
won't deal with it for your sake, you need to think of
your daughter."
Again Bonnie acted puzzled "Margo, If you don't tell me
of what you are speaking, I can not give you any sort
of answer." She knew Margo would not talk openly of the
photos "And since when have you every cared anything
about the teenagers in this church unless they go to
Willington Academy?"
Bonnie spoke of the exclusive private school in town
that was, in effect, a segregation academy where her
family had sent all their children and which sponsored
the annual debutant ball. Margo had long been the
chairwoman of the ball committee and had though she had
made a real magnanimous gesture last year by inviting
Misty to participate even though she went to public
school. Ever since Bonnie told her that Misty had no
interest in such things Mrs. LaCroix had ceased
speaking to Bonnie socially. Bonnie thought that was
the best outcome of the whole affair.
Cooper was relieved that the meeting finally broke up
and predictably no decision was made. On the way out
Vincent Goss slapped him on the back "Damn you're a
lucky guy, I've had mistresses that aren't half as hot
as your misses." And he exited Rev. McBride motioned
for him to remain.
When the others had left he quietly shut the door.
"Well Cooper, when you write a controversial article
you certainly know how to get publicity for it. How did
you time the release of those photos to coincide with
the article?"
Cooper had not considered the significance of the
article and photos appearing at the same time. "I had
nothing to do with it, coincidence I guess."
"Or providence" his pastor replied "You must know I've
had a couple calls from parents wanting you and Bonnie
to resign as youth sponsors. It wasn't as much that
Bonnie was at the nude beach, but that you let Misty go
too."
"Not surprised," he had grimly.
"What do you think? To be honest the calls came from
parents who's teenagers don't usually come to youth
meetings."
"You know full well that most of the kids coming to
youth meeting do so on their own. Their parents either
don't go to church or go somewhere else." Cooper was
getting a bit annoyed.
Rev. McBride tried to calm him "I know, but they could
call the Bishop and that would be a problem."
Cooper thought for a moment "I tell you what, tell
those concerned parents that we will resign from our
position if attendance suffers. If not we'll stay.
How's that?"
Rev. McBride agreed. Cooper left and found Bonnie in
the parking lot speaking with the mother of one the
girls who had come by to see her.
As Cooper approached he began to hear Cherie Tomlinson
speaking earnestly "...but what about modesty. How will
you teach that?"
Cooper could hear a hint of exasperation in his wife's
voice when she said "Modesty is about pride, not skin.
The scripture says to be modest not dressing up with
expensive jewelry and clothes. Even Jesus was publicly
baptized in the nude and he certainly was modest."
"I just don't know," Ms. Tomlinson pondered.
Cooper cut in "Cherie, you have known me all your life.
Do you really think I would do anything to harm your
daughter?"
"No," she conceded.
"Read my article in the Chronicle, see what you think.
I know we are going out on a limb here, but truth will
prevail, even over centuries of mis-teaching. Trust me.
OK?"
"OK, I'll send her tonight," Ms. Tomlinson said as she
got in her car.
***
By the time lunch was cleaned up it was hot outside.
Bonnie didn't even consider a swim suite, she tossed
her dress and underclothes on the bed, grabbed a bottle
of sun screen and headed out. Cooper had pulled off his
slacks when the phone rang. It was Amy Douglass.
Cooper had seen her only once since the party at the
LaMarco's, She had asked he and Bonnie to model back in
April. She wanted to add a few more works to her
collection for the exhibit. So she had arranged for
them to meet her at a commercial green house just
across the Savannah river. They had been glad to accept
the invitation to model their love making for her,
especially since she promised to paint them a smaller
"house sized" edition of what she would paint for the
show. It was quite and experience. On a blanket laid
out on the floor of a steaming hot house they made love
as. Cooper was glad he had taken a Viagra before they
arrived.
"Hi, Cooper how are things going in Georgia these
days?"
After she asked, "When do you start teaching?"
"June 5th. It's a Monday-Wednesday-Friday summer
gradate class in Architectural marketing and sales. Not
very artistic, but they are going to let me teach one
undergrad Social Anthropology class in the fall, that
will be fun. Amy, the kind optimist, said "You love all
the classes. You're a born teacher."
"Thanks." He said modestly "So what is the opening date
for the exhibit?"
"June 8th, that's a Saturday. Can you and Bonnie come
up for the opening?"
"Sure, I' love to, but I'll have to ask Bonnie."
"Oh, before I forget." She said "Salon is also doing an
article on my collection. When the reporter visited my
studio, I was putting some finishing touches on the
painting of you two. He asked about the models and I
told him you now teach at Augusta State and I told him
you had an article on sexual freedom pending for them.
A week or so latter he called and said they would run
your piece with the article on my work. I think the
reporter is trying to create the idea of a new
philosophical/artistic movement. You know how the press
is."
"Wow, they haven't contacted me. When does it run?"
"The day the show opens in New York. You might want to
start prepping for reporters. Salon in very influential
and I can't imagine this wont at least bring down the
Atlanta press"
"We may have press before that," he said then proceeded
to tell her about the unplanned publication of the
photos.
"Oh, the real reason I called was to tell you your
painting is ready. You'll love it. The full size
painting is four feet tall by six feet wide. You are a
mossy rock and she is depicted as flowering vine
growing over you as you enter her. It is wonderful.
Yours is about two thirds that size, and is slightly
different in the details. The people I have shown said
you should be able to put it in your living room
because the eroticism is not immediately visible, but
once you know what it is, it is very sexy."
After hanging up he, tossed his remaining cloths on the
bed and went out to tell his wife what she had said.
She was stretched out on the chase lounge with a book,
a legal pad and a pen. "About time you got out here, we
need to look over what we are talking about tonight in
youth meeting."
Cooper was not ready to have to think just yet, he was
ready for a nap. He, gave the male response of, "Oh
yea, sure, let's do it," with not the slightest
intention of doing anything. He made himself
comfortable as she began to talk "I think we should try
to acknowledge the pictures and the controversy with
out actually mentioning them."
Tough it was hard to tell, his answer of "OK" was
sincere. He did think she had a good idea.
"Last week the topic was something about the
Christian's obligation to challenge conventional
wisdom. That is certainly a good jumping off point. But
how should we start without being to obvious." She went
on.
Cooper knew he had to make at least one suggestion or
she would not let him rest. "How about starting with
how Jesus, counter to expectations, did not preach
overthrowing the Romans. Then move to how it was
considered anti-Christian to be opposed to segregation.
We can talk about being on the right side of history
and of Christian progression even if it is not
understood by most Christians at the time."
She began to write furiously, "Good idea, lets go that
route..." Her words faded as he drifted off to sleep.
The next thing he heard was Misty and Lamar laughing.
He pried his eyes open, but it was just too bright so
he closed them again.
He could hear them in the pool. Misty's voice was loud
and clear "Having a nice dream dad?"
He could not figure out what she was talking about as
he again opened his eyes slowly. It took longer than it
once did for his eyes to focus, when he did Misty was
at the edge of the pool looking at him laughing, then
he heard Bonnie to his right doing the same. His mind
was clearing and then he realized what they were
laughing at, laying on his back he was sporting a full
erection in full sight of the whole family.
His muscles twitched in an instinctive reaction to
cover up, but he forced himself to refrain. Like they
had always done, he did not want to show embarrassment
at something so normal. He was now awake enough to have
a good come back. Climbing to his feet he said, "Yea, I
guess it was, too bad I cant' remember what it was".
Then he dropped into the still cold water.
As expected the water not only hid him from view, it
soon shrank the organ to normal size. He felt rather
proud of himself for his solution to his embarrassing
situation. The cold water felt good and he swam a few
laps.
He shook the water from his hair and his attention was
drawn to the diving board. Lamar was in mid-spring,
arched gracefully and for a complete summersault before
knifing into the water. It was a great trick, he'd
finally been strong enough to do it last summer. None
of this is what surprised Cooper, it was not even that
he didn't wear a swim suite, even before the changes in
their life the pool had always been swim suite optional
when there was not company.
What he wasn't prepared for was that over the winter
Lamar had morphed from a child into a young man. Sure
Cooper and Bonnie had laughed about his baby mustache,
and the fact he had grown taller than his sister this
year, but now it was crystal clear other things had
grown. Swinging between his legs was a man sized
package. Not just that he was walking around his mother
and sister with half an erection.
Looking over to Bonnie, it was clear he no longer had
babies. Laying nude next to her mother, Misty was, if
anything, more sexy. Her breasts were clearly larger
than Bonnie's, yet her hips were still narrower and
between them Cooper could not help but notice the
smooth hill with just a little frilly flesh peeking out
of the cleft. All this made Cooper very uncomfortable.
It was somehow different his son showing off his
manhood than his daughter showing off her womanhood. He
focused his gaze on Bonnie who, evidently could read
his thoughts.
She looked at him and smiled then said "I know." He
held on to the side of the pool told his wife about the
phone call, when he finished she said, "So do you
really think your article will get you that kind of
attention?"
"I don't know, but she seems to think it will," Cooper
said. Cooper's erection had gone down so he climbed up
the latter.
"Mom, it disappeared!" Misty exclaimed pointed at her
father's now tiny penis. "Should we go looking for it
in the water?"
"Very funny," Cooper said, still not comfortable with
his daughter making comments about his dick.
"Don't worry sweetie, I know how to get it back. And I
don't have to go looking in the pool," Bonnie assured
her.
"I'm going to escape this abuse, I'm going to take a
shower and get ready for youth meeting" Cooper said as
he strode to the back door. In the back ground he could
hear their sniggering.
Half way thought his shower Bonnie opened the shower
door "Now let's see if I can find that missing dick."
***
Youth meetings were held in the family life center
(a.k.a. the church gym). Butch and Tabitha Smith, the
other youth sponsors were setting up the chairs when
the Campbell's arrived. The Smiths were in their mid-
twenties and had started with the youth last summer,
shortly after joining the church. The kids loved them.
Most Sunday's they arrived on Butch's Harley in their
leathers. He courted a tuff guy image, but was in fact
one of the nicest young men Cooper had ever met.
Tabitha fit the part of the biker woman, tall, thin
with long sandy blond hair. Last June at a church
social at the lake Tabitha had created quite a stir
when she showed up in the tiniest rebel flag bikini
anyone had ever seen. Though it was not a thong, it was
Rio cut. Her small breasts were covered by a top not
more than four inches wide and the bottoms left most of
her buns uncovered. It was that bikini that had won the
teens over to her.
Butch and Tabitha had lived together for a year before
getting married a few years ago. In most parts of the
country that would not even be noticed, but in rural
Georgia, that is still scandalous and in the Baptist
churches it would preclude them from leadership for
years after their marriage. They both worked for the
phone company and despite their youth earned a good
living. Tabitha had confided to Bonnie that they had
been trying to have a baby for almost two years now
with no success.
Cooper had found them both to be reliable and a good
addition to the team. The Sunday evening youth meetings
had been steadily growing and now less than half of the
teens attending had parents who attended St. Thomas's.
He had heard that the kids called this the "real world
Christianity" group.
Tabitha with her characteristic unabashed nature looked
up across the gym to Bonnie and hollered "I didn't
think you had it in you. I must be a bad influence on
you."
Bonnie blushed and quickly walked over to where Tabitha
stood before she yelled something even more
embarrassing. In a much lower tone Bonnie said "So you
saw the pictures?"
"Hell yea. A buddy from work who knows we know you gave
Butch a disk with all the pictures on it. You got real
balls to go buck naked. And take Misty with you, wow,
I'm going to have to something real crazy or I'll lose
my rep with the kids."
Bonnie told her "According to Rev. McBride, not
everyone thinks as highly of it as you do. There are
some calls to have us fired from working with the
youth"
"NO."
"Oh yes."
"He's not going to do it is he?" Tabitha asked wide
eyed.
"I don't think so, but we'd better walk carefully."
"Of course in my dad's church not only would you be
fired from your youth ministry job, but probably kicked
out of the church compleatly." Tabitha referred to her
father who was the pastor of a fundamentalist Baptist
church.
As the six O'clock hour came, it was obvious that there
were indeed an unusual number of visitors in the group.
The chairs had originally been in a single row set in a
circle pattern, but mid year it became 2 rows and
tonight it was three.
The routine was to open with prayer and then a number
of silly games the teens loved. During the hour or so
of game time there was a question box. In it they
placed anonymous questions to be discussed during Rap
Time. Sure, Cooper knew the name was a throw back to
his teen years, but the modern kids thought it was cool
and retro. The meeting ended with a lesson about "real
world' Christianity often tailored to fit the questions
of the night.
As she did each night Tabitha gathered up the questions
at exactly ten till seven and grouped them into similar
topics. At the same time the pizza boxes were set out
so the kids could eat during "Rap Time". At seven the
kids gathered into the circle and at a few minutes
past. Tabitha acted as moderator and Cooper, Bonnie and
Butch were the panel.
For each topic Tabitha paraphrased the grouped
questions, tell how many questions had been submitted.
First, the panel discussed the topic then the kids had
opportunity for follow-up questions. The first few
questions were the routine, parents, teachers, peer
relationships.
Cooper knew they were in trouble when Tabitha held a
stack of paper slips. She said "We have a total of 32
questions here. They are different in detail, but I
think I can get them all covered." Bonnie tried to calm
her beating heart, she did not want to appear
embarrassed or flustered. But this was different than
at the principal's office or at their home. Sure, she
could see four of the teens who had seen the pictures
in her home, but this was at church. A very public
forum where the wrong words could get the Bishop
involved and that would not be good.
Tabitha went on "These questions related to the photos
posted of you and Misty visiting a nude beach. These
questions can be grouped into the ones simply asking
why you went and those asking about your conduct with
the young man in the last few photos." There was a hush
as the panelist considered what to say. Cooper was
grateful that Butch answered first.
"Cooper, you do not have to answer those questions."
Then looking to the kids "You know that Cooper and
Bonnie have always been open and straight forward with
you. But, you have got to realize that they could get
into heaps of trouble if they say too much."
He paused and could see the faces accept this fact then
went on "It would be fair to say that they did not
expect these photos to become public and as such you,
as their friends, respect that"
As he spoke Bonnie began to form her words. "Thank You
Butch, but I will try to answer your questions, but I
think it would be risky to publicly take follow ups."
She paused, drew in a breath and began, "Before I
begin, how many of you have seen the photos these
questions refer to?"
Of the sixty odd teenagers their not more than a half-
dozen did not raise their hands.
"Most, but not all of you. For those who have not seen
them, and those who do not know where they came from,
let me give some background."
Now more firmly she continued "Last summer our family
stayed at South Beach, outside of Miami. South Beach is
more European than American in outlook, as such women
usually do not wear tops when sunbathing. It is not
considered vulgar or even sexual, it is just the way it
is. To blend in we went along with the local custom. On
the last day their, the last afternoon, Misty and I, on
a whim had a cab take us to the next beach north which
is clothing optional."
"Why did we go? Why not. The bible does not teach the
body is evil to behold, in fact all baptisms for the
first four hundred years of Christianly were done with
out cloths. Even Jesus'."
She paused wanting to get the right effect "And besides
we were told that all the best looking guys went there.
Why would I miss such a treat?"
As hoped she got a good number of laughs. She looked
over to Tabitha "No Tabitha, they aren't available, at
least to us. Nearly all are gay. You've heard the
expression that all the good men are taken or gay. I
can tell you were the gay ones are, and they are
gooood." Again laughter.
Tabitha did the follow up "But I've seen the photos,
those college guys aren't gay. Even I could tell that."
"No they weren't." She paused and looked around the
room "You would think at my age I would know better. I
full well planned on just teasing these guys, but in an
instant my teasing got out of hand. Those of you have
seen the photos know what I'm saying. One moment I'm in
charge and the next he's taking advantage of me. If we
hadn't been in public I don't know what would have
happened. As it was I was able to just walk away. This
time I played with fire and didn't get burnt too badly.
But I've had friends who weren't so lucky."
She clearly had everyone's attention so she concluded
with "To answer the questions, I went to the nude beach
to see what it was like. I'm neither embarrassed of
ashamed of going. It was not wrong or unchristian to
go. While there I let the fun get out of hand and in
the process let myself be taken advantage of. For that
I am indeed regretful. I clearly set a bad example for
you girls. I want you to be empowered and independent,
my behavior made me vulnerable and I do not wish you to
make such a mistake."
After a long pause Tabitha began to read the next
question.
Later as they put up the chairs Tabitha congratulated
Bonnie at her artful answer. "That was a great answer.
I really don't think you could have done any better."
She answered "I hope it makes this all go away."
"My guess it will." Tabitha said as she stacked the
last chair. Both couples walked together as they went
to shut out the lights and lock the doors. After a few
moments of silence Butch said "We were new last year
and didn't want to seem pushy, but Tabitha would like
to join your little tanning group."
"So you've heard about that?" Bonnie asked flatly.
"I hope you don't mind?" Tabitha asked.
"No, No. That's fine. The only problem is that you work
every week day."
"Yea, I do," Tabitha said disappointedly.
"But, at the end of the year we were talking about
maybe some Sunday afternoons."
"Great, let me know," Tabitha perked up.
"But, if we do that husbands will be invited, and maybe
families."
Butch perked up, "No problem here."
Bonnie cut him a mischievous grin and said in a whisper
"Oh, you wouldn't become ill by seeing my forty year
old tits?
"I think I could suffer" he grinned back.
"And what would I get to see?"
"I have nothing to be ashamed of" he said continuing to
whisper Tabitha leaned over to Bonnie's ear "When I met
him his nickname was Snake, and it wasn't for a keeping
strange pets."
Bonnie nodded "Ohhh, well we will defiantly have to
plan for a day in the sun." then feeling bold she
whispered back "But if it is that nice I might want to
try it out."
Tabitha looked both ways then in a voice so low that
Bonnie almost missed "I have, on occasion, let friends
try it out." Then retraced her steps and said "I can't
believe I just said that."
Bonnie winked and grinned.
They were not out on the parking lot and Misty and
Lamar were clamoring for them to hurry.
***
The morning was hectic. Cooper had finally started his
new job at the university. He wouldn't start teaching
for a couple more weeks but had been asked to start
this week. So he was a nervous wreck, and they kids
were in an unusually foul mood. Finally by 7:55 they
were all gone.
"Oh well, school ends next week," she said to herself
out loud "might as well enjoy the quite". She tried to
take a nap next to the pool but the but the house next
door was being re-roofed and the incessant drone of
hammering was to loud to ignore. The third floor roof
of the McIntire's house was a good hundred feet over
and up, but the noise was incessant.
Years ago Cooper had installed the six-foot fence with
special overlapping board construction to give them
complete privacy. Though the fence was plenty tall
enough that from where she lay she could not see even
the second floor window (and there was no 3rd floor
window on that side), but the roof was in plain sight.
She opened her book and began reading. After about an
hour something pressed into her consciousness, she put
down the book. It was quiet. No hammering. "They must
be on break." she thought. Feeling warm, she dove into
the pool. Coming out of the water she flung her head
back to keep the water out of her eyes. This action
brought her eyes above the fence line to the roof of
the house next door. There, quietly eating lunches,
were four men watching her.
Bonnie liked the privacy even though, she had come to
like showing off, she did it on her terms, to people
she chose. She did not choose these men. She felt
vulnerable, out of control. Quickly she exited the pool
and went inside.
Once she was safely inside her libido kicked in. First
she fantasized, she masturbated, and then she planned.
The next day about 11:00 she went out to the pool.
"Time for me to be in charge." she said to herself. She
found an old black one piece swim suit at the back of
the drawer that she had bought to wear to church swim
events; pretty, but not at all revealing.
She noticed when the men furtively looked over the roof
peak to see her. As she had been nude the day before,
it was certain they were disappointed today. They soon
went to work out of sight on the far side of the house.
When, near noon, she heard the hammering stop, she
slipped out of the suit and into the water. Once again
the men took their lunch overlooking the pool. Unlike
yesterday, this was her game. She swam for about five
minutes making sure to keep most of her body under the
water. She knew the glare from the mid-day sun would
limit their vision of what was under the water. Leaving
the pool, she stood in the shallow end with her back to
the spectators and wrapped the towel she had left by
the ladder around her and went inside. She knew she had
them.
That night over supper she told Cooper, and
concurrently the children, about her new admirers.
Misty, between bites of roasted chicken, asked "So you
going to fuck them?"
"Well might just tease them." Bonnie answered as she
forked a piece of potato. "But I'm certainly thinking
about doing more" Misty chewed up her chicken and said
"Well, remember how fast you can lose control if you're
not careful."
Cooper with a mouthful of peas added "Well it looks
like our girl has been well trained.
Feeling pleased with herself Misty added, I'd if you do
fuck them mom, you'd still better use a condom, even if
you can't get pregnant you can catch things."
Bonnie cut another piece of chicken looked over to her
daughter and said, "Yes mother."
The next day she had a morning appointment so it was
Thursday before she performed for the work crew and she
could tell that even though the McIntire's had a very
large roof they would be finished by tomorrow. Since
Monday she had tried to see what these men looked like
without giving away she knew they were there. All she
could tell was that one was youngish, under twenty, and
the others were older, maybe in their twenties or
thirties, she couldn't tell. Most of all she could tell
they had the hard bodies of men who work for a living.
She wore her thong with the cut-outs because she
thought it was her most flattering. She noticed that
the roofing work had progressed to the point the men
were working on the side facing her pool. She had
bought a Penthouse magazine the day before to use as a
prop. After bathing in sun block she lay down and
opened the magazine. She slowly looked through the
photo spreads making sure to angle the pages so that
the onlookers could see what sort of magazine it was.
After a while she pretended to become aroused and began
to touch herself. It wasn't totally an act she was
indeed aroused, but the silicone boobs in the magazine
weren't her aphrodisiacs, it was the gazing eyes. She
listened intently to the sounds of their work.
She was sure she could tell a difference as she reached
into her top and massaged her breast. She exaggerated
her movements because the point of her behavior was a
good hundred feet away. When she laid the magazine down
and began working in her bottoms the hammering almost
stopped entirely. Now she really was worked up.
Contrary to her plan, she pushed her bottoms first to
her thighs, and then kicked them off altogether.
Instead of acting, she truly was working toward a
powerful orgasm. She did have the presence of mind to
keep her leg raised enough to mask a direct view of her
self-amorous activities. She found the more she writhed
and acted turned on, the more she believed her own
fantasy and the more aroused she became.
The sound of hammering had completely ceased well
before she came. When her orgasm had come and gone, she
removed her top, and jumped into the water. And again
she was careful to keep her back to the men looking
from the roof. She was much too aroused to just swim
around; she hung onto the side and began rubbing
herself again.
From this position she had a clear view of the men
watching, and for the first time she dropped her guise
of not knowing they were watching. She looked directly
at them. She was surprised and gratified that one of
them, a big hairy man had his pants open and his penis
in his hand.
She had to make contact, she had to know they enjoyed
watching. She slipped under the water and swam to the
part of the pool nearest her neighbor's house, pulled
herself out and stood facing them, giving them ample
time to take in her unobstructed nudity.
With a smile she yelled to the men "How long you been
watching?" "What makes you think we are watching?" A
tall man with a beard yelled back
"Well when I looked up a minute ago I saw Beefy there
jacking off." The man who had since zipped up turned
red
"Well its not every day we get this kind of show." Said
another. And the first guy finished by saying "at least
for free."
Bonnie put on a false angry face "Don't flatter
yourselves, what I do I do for my pleasure not yours."
Then breaking into a smile "If I can spread a little
happiness, so much the better."
"I'd better go in, the McIntire's would not be happy if
I caused a delay in their roof job." She turned to
leave.
"Hey lady!" one of the men called.
She turned her head back to show he had her attention.
"Have you ever been to Miami's South Beach?"
Now they had her attention. She inquired "Yes, why are
you asking?"
"I saw your pics?" he answered.
"What pics?" she said coyly.
"You and the girl who drives the green bug topless; I
saw them on BeachHunter.com. I only remember them
because mother daughter pics are so rare. Didn't you
post them?"
Bonnie, suddenly didn't feel in charge anymore "No.
What was on them?"
"Not much, just you and the girl I saw in your car this
morning, your daughter I guess, and some guys. Real
nice pics."
She turned back and walked toward the house as the men
whistled and made comments about her body as she left.
She went to the computer and looked up the address and
began searching the site. It took her over an hour but
finally she found an entry labeled "A MILF and her
hotter Daughter part 3". She had to pay $19.95 to get
past the previews. What eventually she found in this
entry were a dozen photos, taken from a telephoto lens,
of she and Misty walking on South Beach. She looked
further and found the entry labeled parts one and two
with another dozen photos each. They were similar but
with them playing in the surf and Part One had Misty
splashing with Steve.
Other than the fact they were neither Cooper's photos
nor the photos from the nude beach, they were nothing
new. As she looked the over again once more she felt
pretty good about how she looked, even though the
quality was not near what the other photos were. The
greater distance must be why no one had identified her
before now. Next she began following the links and
found a page, many pages of comments. Very, very
flattering comments.
Though the many comments talking about doing a mother -
daughter threesome made her uncomfortable, the comments
praising her body made her feel great. Far from being
offended the guys had seen her on the net, she now felt
even more sexy and began fantasying about the next day.
The rest of the day and night Bonnie was consumed with
anticipation and anxiety about the coming day. She
began to worry. "What if they over power me. What if
they hurt me? I don't know these men, what if... what
if... what if..." She had a hundred reasons why this
was a bad idea.
***
That night the topic of conversation was the new
photos. Not that anyone forgot mom's new admirers.
Misty had specifically asked if she had done the men
and seemed a bit disappointed when her mom said no. In
bed Cooper asked about her plan and they made love as
she told him what she planned for the next day. It had
been months since she had done it with anyone but
Cooper. She was very much looking forward to it.
Early the next morning Cooper took their digital 8mm
camcorder and set it on one of the patio planter boxes.
He put in a fresh tape and set it to the "motion
detection" security mode, before covering it with a
towel with only the lens exposed. It was a feature
designed to allow the camera to be used as home
security, though he'd never used it before. He was sure
Bonnie wouldn't mind, but refrained from telling her
all the same.
Several hours latter, "Giving myself to four strangers
at once, what am I thinking about?" She said out loud
as she looked out to the pool. It was the sun was
shining brightly on the water as she opened the door a
blast of heat blasted her naked body. The hot air felt
good on her skin cold from the air-conditioned house.
She held the door open but did not step out. "Going out
doesn't commit me to inviting them over." she
rationalized to her self, for she knew once they
started exciting her by their stares, she would ask
them over and she would let them fuck her. She knew all
this but allowed her self-delusion to persist. "Why
not, they've already seen me nude." she said to herself
and steeped out of the house.
She laid on the chase for what seem hours, the coconut
oil she had doused herself with would not protect her
from the sun, she hoped they would break for lunch
before she burned. And it was hot. Uncomfortably hot.
She couldn't remember a time she couldn't relax by
laying out, but she couldn't today. Not while she
waited so intently for the sounds from the roof next
door to cease.
It was time. This time she didn't hesitate. After
pulling on her short cover-up, she made several trips
into the house to get things ready before walking over
to the fence, she looked up to where they were eating
and called to the four opening their lunches.
"There's no sense you guys eating up there on the hot
roof, it's much cooler here by the pool." This
invitation even surprised the brash big one who had
masturbated looking at her the day before. "Come on, I
don't bite, and I've brought out a pitcher of iced
tea."
She unlocked the gate and a short moment later three
men stood before her, their fly's straining at the
zippers of their jeans. The big man was even bigger
than she had realized perhaps 6'5" and built like a
line backer. The men standing next to him were fairly
average in size and build. Three, she estimated to be
in their late 20's or early 30's but one looked much
younger.
The two on the left looked remarkably similar, but one
(who had seen her pictures on the net) had several
earrings and a Harley tattoo on his arm and the other
had long brown hair tied in a pony tail. She motioned
them to the glass table were glasses full of ice, and a
box of Trojan condoms awaited them.
It wasn't until she had poured the first three a glass
of ice tea that the young one arrived in the back yard.
Bonnie guessed this guy, with a weak attempt at a
mustache, could be in high school, but one look at this
guy, kid rather, with his firm young Adonis like body
swept away any reluctance she might have had.
They all drank wordlessly, starring at her. This,
Bonnie found uncomfortable so she began to talk. "How
much longer on the McIntire's roof?"
"Be done tonight." the big one said with a low voice.
"This work sure keeps you guys in shape." Bonnie said
but decided it was a lame comment even before the last
word came from her lips. Her powers of conversation
eluded her. She couldn't think of what to say: so she
acted. Walking over to the diving board, she bravely
announced "Let's swim."
The young one naïvely replied, "But we don't have our
bathing suits."
"Sure you do, they are in that." She answered pointed
to the box of Trojans on the table. Pulling the cover
up over her head, she dove in.
By the time she came back to the surface, she saw three
men with exposed and erect penises ripping open the
condom wrappers, the youngest one just stood with a
confused look on his face. She ducked back under the
surface. With out her mask she kept her eyes closed
under the water and surfacing only when she was in the
shallow end. As she pushed her hair back and wiped the
water from her eyes but did not open them, surprised by
two hairy arms wrapping around her from the back, two
coarse hands painfully griping her breasts and an
erection pressed against the small of her back.
She stiffened with surprise and fear, she knew
immediately she had played the game to close to the
edge and now she was out of the driver's seat. The big
man's hands moved to her waist. She didn't like this,
but, could she stop it now? He began to lift her from
the water. She had invited them or with the express
purpose of having sex, but on her terms. As her body
was hoisted out of the water, she felt the stiff
sheathed organ press between her ass cheeks. She could
still say no, but did she really want to?
She was turned her around like an adult might a small
child. Would he just want to fuck her, or would her get
violent? Would stopping him now be more dangerous than
going along? She felt the man's penile head easily
passing through the folds of her labia. She held her
breath as she was pressed all the way down onto the
man's penis.
Her next thought was, "It's done I might as well try to
enjoy it." She opened her eyes now inches from the big
man's face. She hooked her legs around his buttocks and
pressed her mouth against his.
"He's a dud," was the follow up thought to her self, as
he jostled up and down on what was clearly an
undersized organ, which she could hardly feel.
Much worse was the fact he was dirty, but at least the
latex protected her cunt from his dirt. Not sweaty from
work but up close she could see and smell this man's
serious hygiene problem. Kissing him had been like
licking a sewer wall. She couldn't wait for him to
finish and her go. As he continued bouncing her, she
thought to her self "New rule: don't invite a guy over
for sex until after proper hygiene is ensured."
Fortunately for Bonnie, the big man's ejaculatory
control was as bad as his breath, he came less than two
minutes after entering her. As soon as he let her go
she swam to the far side of the pool. She held onto the
side of the pool devoid of sexual arousal. She wondered
if the other three would be as disappointing. As if
coming to answer her thoughts the one with a pony tail
walked around the pool, and sat down. His legs dangled
in the water next to Bonnie.
He leaned down and said "Don't judge us by what Bull
over their did" nodding toward the big man who was now
climbing out of the pool "He has a very limited view of
the world, and of women."
Bonnie smiled at the man looking down at her. He was
indeed handsome. His masculine face was set off by a
prominent square jaw. Her eyes were drawn to the
chiseled muscles wrapped in deeply tanned skin. The
white of his loins stood in stark contrast to the rest
of his body as if to say "look here first." Look she
did. The dense growth of matted hair went up to his
washboard stomach and flared across the mussels of his
chest. Her clit began to tingle. The arousal which had
left her when the bull had gored her now returned with
the strength that only desire denied can bring.
She laid a hand on his thigh "And you, how wide is your
view of women?" Her action and question were rewarded
by an immediate and positive reaction of his sexual
barometer.
"I believe in the Japanese description of a woman, 'the
flower that speaks' and as far as sex goes, I think
dogs and cats should just have sex, people should make
love."
She dropped under the water's surface and reemerged
directly in front of him. She treaded water for a
moment and then pulled herself against the pool's side,
between his knees. She kissed the inside of his right
thigh about half way between his crotch and knee. "So
what do you believe is the difference between having
sex and making love?"
"Having sex only involves a dick and pussy , making
love involves the whole person."
She moved her hands up the inside of his thighs until
she nestled them in the fur between. His penis was
oddly straight, no curve what so ever. To Bonnie it
reminded her of her dildo. With one hand she began to
lightly stroke, like one might a baby's head.
"What's wrong with involving the genitals?" She said
staring at his with a smile.
"Nothing. Making love certainly involves that, and I
hope you plan on involving mine, but; I hope we can
involve the rest of our bodies and hearts. I want to
share my essence with you as we enter the mystic
bonding of love."
A roofer philosopher: she had judged a book by its
cover. This man was much more than she expected. She
pulled herself out of the water enough to kiss the head
of the penis before realizing someone had swam up
beside her.
"Well said Bro" said the man with the tattoos. She
dropped back in to the water and looked to her left.
With the revelation regarding their relationship it was
obvious now, the man two feet to her left looked just
like the one in front of her. Although it seemed a
little awkward to her she again pulled herself back up
until her lips almost touched the staff. Then she
looked to her left and said "You twins?"
In unison they said "No" And the one with a ponytail
continued as she closed her lips on his head "but
people have said for years we could pass for twins. I'm
ten months older than Jim here"
She drew her tongue up the shaft in her hand, before
she started to "mouth fuck" with abandon. She was glad
she chose flavored condoms. When her neck began to
tire, Bonnie stopped, looked at her man to her left and
said "Glad to met you Jim" then looked up and said with
broad smile "And it would be nice to know the name of
the guy I'm giving head to."
"I'm sorry, my name is Jake."
"Now that we've got that settled I'll continue." and
she took three of Jakes six inches into her mouth,
caressed the head with her tongue then let it go and
dropped back under the water. She emerged at the place
nearest her chase lounge, quickly lifted herself out of
the pool and deposited herself on its cushions. Jake
and Jim looked her way clearly confused by her mixed
signals. She motioned for them to come over.
"Well, it's easy to have sex in the pool, but hard to
make love, especially to two brothers at once."
Momentarily Jake was sitting by Bonnie's prone body;
Jim sat on the diving board watching, keeping his
erection going with one hand. Their lips came together
softly. Bonnie quivered as his tongue lightly traced
the edges of her mouth as they kissed. Rather than
grabbing her breasts as another might, he wrapped his
arms around her and held her close. She drunk in the
musky aroma of his body and already longed for him to
enter her. But he did not. He ran his hands along her
back with hands that could have been those of a
masseur.
She yielded to the gentle persuasion to lay on her
stomach. As she rolled over she looked at Jim watching
with eyes patient knowing his brother was warming her
up for his use also. She saw the Bull gorging on the
food oblivious of her. She also saw the young man,
watching intently, sweating profusely. She tried to
relax him by making solid eye contact and smiling
gently, but she did not penetrate the glassy eyes fixed
on her.
Jack now straddled her drawing his hands along her in
long even strokes. She could feel his penis or scrotum
passing across the back of her knee, her thigh and her
buttocks. She pushed her hips up in an invitation for
him to penetrate; still she had to wait. He lay down on
her back and deliberately pressed his organ between the
soft lobes of her buns. She could stand it no longer.
"Put it in." she pleaded "Put it in now."
"Now you are ready" was his reply before he backed his
penis down the valley in which it lay, she lifted her
hips just enough for him to sink his dagger in with
only the slightest forward movement. It's straight
shape made it push on the front wall of her vagina, a
feeling she much enjoyed. He continued rubbing her back
as he rubbed that inner wall.
Sooner than she wished he was again gently but
forcefully moving her. He slid under her without de-
copulating. "A neat trick," she thought. This left him
laying flat on his back and her sitting on him facing
his feet. When the movement was completed it was not
Jake's feet she saw, but Jim's penis. The first thought
in her mind was "This was planned." Then as she began
to kiss the erotic member before her, a second thought
came to her, "Not planned, this has been practiced."
She removed her lips from Jim (but still holding it in
her hand) and turned to Jake "You two have done this
before haven't you?"
"What makes you think that?"
"Just a hunch."
"Yea."
"How many times?"
"I'll put it this way, since high school we've shared
as many women as we haven't."
Jim added, "including our ex-wives."
Bonnie went back to loving Jim's penis while she
assimilated this new information. Under her Jake pushed
up into her while Jim put his hand on her head to set
her rhythm.
She imagined all the girls who had come before her. She
imagined teenyboppers in high school, their ex-wives
and many others watching. She began to beef up her
performance to please her imaginary audience, which in
turn pleased her. The experience of being penetrated by
two men was pleasing. The brother's sexual skills were
significant, their actions were very pleasing. But for
all this she was not nearly aroused enough to even
think about orgasm.
Every few minutes they would in concert deftly move her
into a new position and guide her into a new sexual
act. Though it was good it was either they took turns
in a position, letting one rest as the other worked her
over. Or one placed his penis at her lips as the
other's delved her vagina. She kept waiting for one of
them to ease his tool up her anus, as a prelude to what
she had been most waiting for: a double penetration.
Taking advantage of a break as they switched players
doing her doggie, she said "This is great, but enough
of this one at time. I want both of you in me
together." She stood up "So who's doing my ass?"
The men looked at each other. Jim said "Wow, she is a
wild one." Jake went on "Did we ever have a woman asked
for DP?"
Jim answered "Francis asked for it every time"
His brother lay down on the chase as he said "No, I
mean the first time. Remember how reluctant she was?"
then talking to Bonnie "now Honey, you just sit back on
me and I'll do your ass. I hope I'm not too big for
that?"
That was the first annoying thing he had said. His
penis was nice, and it was a tiny bit larger than
average, but she'd had four different men in her ass
and he was no particular effort. Besides, she and
Cooper had been doing a lot more anal lately. She had
really began to like it. The head passed the outer
muscles easily and soon she was sitting on his pelvis
with his penis fully into her.
"No" no she said "not too big" then spreading her legs
outside his, she lay back, allowing Jim easy access to
her well stretched and lubed tunnel.
This was her fifth time to feel this special sensation,
and as the other four times, it was great. Their
ability to work in sync came into it's own as the
worked her together. They were so good, and it went on
and on. They didn't stop when she had her first climax,
and at her second they turned her over so Jake was now
in her cunt while Jim plowed her ass. No man can last
for ever and finally at her third shuddering orgasm
they, in tandem came.
"Damn woman, you are nothing short of amazing," Jim
said as he helped Bonnie, then his brother to their
feet.
"That was fuck'n awesome," Jake agreed.
Jake and Jim were covered with sweat, jumped in the
pool to relax. Bull, snored as lay in the far lounge
chair.
She looked toward the young man sitting on the chair at
the table starring at her. He hadn't said a word since
arriving, and she noticed his dick had been standing
tall the whole time yet he hadn't touched it.
"Young bodies," she thought, "they're amazing."
As she approached she felt a little sorry for him, he
positively looked frightened still holding the condom
pack in his hand. This activated her maternal instinct,
she had to help this man-child. She walked over and
stood directly in front of him and as genitally as she
could said "Would you like to have sex with me?" He
nodded.
Something told her to ask, "Have you ever had real sex
with a woman before?"
He hesitated then mouthed the word "No" clearly not
wanting the others to hear.
She whispered "In that case, we don't need this" and
she took the condom from his hand and tossed it on the
table.
She leaned over and kissed his neck. She ran her hands
across his arms and chest. They were hard, like stone.
She mused "This guy is what they mean when they say
hard body." She moved her hand downward, along the
hard, but almost hairless chest and stomach, through
the curly pubes, and gripped the rigid staff, it
quivered to her touch. Without letting go, she
straddled him as he sat in the armless wrought iron
chair, and guided him into her body with one hand.
No sooner had she come to a rest with him inside her
she felt his loins begin to shake. At first she thought
he was simply thrusting, but soon she realized he was
cumming. And he seemed to come forever; it went for at
least 90 seconds.
She saw in his eyes shame and disappointment. She
pulled him tight and whispered in his ear "Don't feel
bad, its better this way because after I get you hard
again you'll be able to do me good." With this she
slipped off his lap, pulled a towel from the table and
knelt between his legs. His penis was only semi
flaccid, flexible but still full and round. She paused,
as she looked at this organ glistening with the
combined seminal fluid and her own moisture.
Eating semen was another thing she had come to like in
the past year. In the past she would have insisted on
cleaning Cooper's penis before giving head, and she
would never let him cum in her mouth. Now, however she
was feeling was quite different. Without consciously
deciding to do so she began to lick the globs of sticky
semen from the young man's penis.
She ran her tongue up and down the shaft to get every
last bit. When she had finished what was on the shaft
she went to find the rest in his hair and on soft
smooth scrotum. It was salty and pungent, but this
fluid sex brought her to her high state of arousal all
day. When he had been licked clean, she swallowed his
penis in one gulp and began to mouth fuck him. She
liked the feeling of his still flexible member. She
enjoyed using her newly acquired skill of taking it in
until her lips nestled in his pubic hair.
It wasn't long before she could no longer take it all
into her oral cavity, for it became longer and iron
hard after only a few minutes. She looked up and
noticed for the first time that although his was a real
man between the legs, his face still sported peach
fuzz. He looked like a high school kid, but she knew,
she thought she knew, that minors were not allowed to
do dangerous jobs like roofing.
"How old are you?"
"Eighteen, Ma'am." he answered obviously embarrassed.
"Shouldn't you be in school?"
"I finished the trades program last semester, Ma'am."
He spoke slowly with a strong country accent. "I'm
leaving for the marines the first of June."
She got to her feet and glared "Don't ever call your
lover Ma'am." He gave a dopey grin "All right, Mrs.
Campbell."
"You know my name?"
"I had an art class with Misty last year. She's very
pretty"
This brought home the fact she was doing a kid barley
older than her daughter - a kid. Then to herself she
said "To late to worry about that"
"Come over here." she said offering her hand and
leading him to her chase upon which she crawled on all
fours. The youth got her hint and monetarily had her
buttocks gripped in his hands and stroked away at like
a steam locomotive.
Jake and Jim watched from the pool. She loved to be the
center show, the object of desires. The kid went on and
on. Jake climbed the ladder out of the pool. Seeing
Jake's penis showed new signs of life she beckoned him.
With out the protection of a condom , she began
slurping on his al'dente noodle, but semi-soft or not
she loved it. She felt like the sexist woman alive, and
when Jake grew into his former self she sucked it with
as if it were a straw in a McDonalds triple thick
shake-very very hard.
Before the youth, who steady as a metronome continued
to work on her vulva, showed the slightest sign of a
second climax, she felt Jake's testes pull up in
preparation for ejaculation. Almost immediately she
felt the jet of thick hot fluid in her mouth. There was
no gag reflex, no revulsion, only unbridled excitement.
Jake's spent sex was nearly immediately replaced by
Jim's mirror image. Her lips contacted Jim's head even
before she had swallowed all that was in her mouth. All
this brought her climax on.
She gripped Jim's penis so hard she knew she must be
hurting him, but that's better than biting she reasoned
for she knew her climax was upon her. The muscles in
her legs and thighs tightened up painfully as she
shuddered in orgasm. The crest of the orgasmic wave
nearly knocked her over with its intensity; however,
she never took the sucker out of her mouth.
Her orgasm must have been the last straw for the young
man for no sooner did she come down from her high she
heard and felt him follow suit. She imagined herself as
a spider drawing the life force out of one man after
another. "Wow I'm good," she said in her head.
As with Jake's orgasm, this orgasm simply brought on a
new player. Although she couldn't see him she knew from
the vicious pounding that she was taking was the Bull
rutting on her. This time the big man's aggressiveness
excited her and a few minutes later with Jim's cum
filling her mouth and the Bull's cum filling her cunt
she climaxed again. This time she could not resist it's
power and she collapsed to the chase, exhausted. When
she opened her eyes again the men were gone, she
summoned the strength to reach for the cordless phone
and dial Cooper's number "Cooper, can you come home for
lunch, I have a surprise desert for you..."
To be continued...
Permission granted to Kristen's Archive for the
entertainment of their readers. Copy-write retained by
the author.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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