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In Search of the Final Freedom - 22
An Erotic Socio-Political Novel
By Pat Thomason (pat_tomason@hotmail.com)
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The long awaited adult party. Sexy stories give way to
an orgy. (MF, exh, bi, swingers, orgy)
***
Chapter TWENTY-TWO
It was at the end of the third week in September, when
Bonnie finally came home for good.
She had talked to Cooper a few days before about what
the doctor had said. Once Cooper, Trisha and Marcy had
been tested it turned out she was the only one of that
who had caught the STD. When she talked to Amy, she
also got tested and was positive. Clearly they both had
gotten it from Jim.
Bonnie was ready for life to begin again. In the old
world mourning might have lasted for a year, but for
her a month was long enough. She was due to start her
new job in Augusta: the next week. With help from
Trisha and Sherry the work she had been doing was up-to
date so she was free to invite the tanning group over
for one last day in the sun.
Bonnie had come home on Monday but cleaning the house,
doing the laundry and such kept her inside until
Wednesday morning, a couple of hours before her friends
were due. She had expected it to take some cleaning to
get the place presentable, but upon going out to the
pool area she was shocked. It seemed that with her in
Tennessee and Cooper not making it home till past six
each evening the Campbell pool had used after school by
all sorts of teenagers as she latter found out, some
who were just friends of friends that descended on the
pool even when Misty was not home.
She was fit to be tied. Evidently Cooper had not done
one wit of supervision and just as bad, the back yard
and pool area were nothing short of trashed. She found
six pairs of panties, four pair of men's boxers and two
bras in addition to the literally hundreds of condom
wrappers and used condoms in the grass around the pool
but she was most put out to find cigarette butts and a
few crushed beer cans and two half smoked joints.
This would be dealt with, but she was just bagging the
last of the trash when her friends began to arrive. The
whole crew made it: Trisha, Sherry, Brandy, Jo Ann and
Beth Ann. Marcy came and brought a friend Mia who
taught at the High School with her. Though school was
already in session, they both called in sick. A "mental
health" day as Marcy called it.
Mia, an olive skinned buxom woman in her late 30's,
with hair and features indicative of her Italian
decent. She had separated from her husband of twenty
three years the previous winter and Marcy had been
there as she worked through her grief. When asking
Bonnie if she could bring her, Marcy said "When I got
back from Miami she confided that she had been having
sex with a man she had met just before the end of
school. She is confused because she is doing things she
had never done before. She's always been a good
Catholic wife and mother, but now it seems she is, for
the first time in her life, enjoying sex. I think she
thinks she's the only grown woman and mother that does
things like that. So, I told her that Mike and I were
no longer monogamous but we are happily married and
good church members. She seemed interested in our
tanning group. I told her we all had been doing things
we thought no one else would understand, but once we
started talking we found everyone else was doing the
same kind of stuff." Bonnie, extended an invitation but
told Marcy to make sure she understood about the nature
of our little group and the nudity.
The day at the pool was wonderfully relaxing and a
break from the emotional stress she'd been under for
weeks. The day was sunny and humid. Marcy arrived with
Mia and to Bonnie's surprise, Mia hadn't even brought a
swim suit and slipped out of her sun dress with out
hesitation saying "I grew up in all girls schools, but
it's been nearly thirty years since I did this thing
last." Then looking down at her naked body she added
"and the years sure show" which prompted a response
from nearly everyone telling her she was very
attractive.
Though not slim, she was attractive in a Rubinesque
way, her large but not quite pendulous breasts were
balanced by her wide hips and thighs. Her waist, while
not small, was surprisingly narrow and firm in relation
to her bust and hips. He olive skin, not having been
exposed to the sun was still as dark as was Bonnie at
the end of a summer of laying out.
The mood was still hushed and initially the talk was
about Bonnie's loss and then discussion of other's who
had lost loved ones. Shifting the subject Bonnie ranted
about he way she'd found the back yard.
"It's not that I am mad that they were fucking up a
storm at the pool, but they left it a mess." Bonnie
bemoaned.
Trisha told the group how she had watched the teens on
four different days while she worked in the kitchen,
but had never actually gone into the back yard. "I'll
be honest" she said "Once I came over to make dinner
when they were out at the pool and I certainly can see
how they went through a hundred condoms. I probably
should have know they would make a mess. But it was hot
watching."
"Yea, I found out what a nasty fiend you were on our
trip" Marcy teased
"I've found I like a lot of things, and OK shoot me but
I like watching the kids do it. Those guys can just
keep going and going forever"
"And what did you do about all those hot visuals?"
"Me? I don't know what you mean" Trisha feigned
innocence
"I know you practically raped my husband. Not that he
minded."
Jo Ann chided "Oh you bad girl"
Beth Ann added "And you didn't invite me?"
Sherry eyed Trisha "No, I don't believe you waited. I
think you did yourself while you watched. Right?"
Trisha blushed "You know me all to well"
"So you masturbated while watching our kids have sex?"
Marcy said seriously
Trisha nodded
"Damn, you should have called me." Then she told the
group how she and her daughter had watched each other
as they had sex across the hall way from each other in
Miami "It's not like I was lusting after her, but just
the fact we were both doing it and watching each
other."
"What did Sarah think of that?" Jo Ann asked. "I don't'
think I'd want to see my mom having sex"
"Well, she said the best and hottest photos were some
that showed me in the background across the hall while
she got off in the foreground. She said she wants to do
it again if we can arrange it. It was flattering that
Sarah said both of the boys I have in my class now have
the hots for me. Now I catch them looking at me like
they are undressing me with their eyes. I used to get
that look when I first started teaching and it annoyed
me, but now after nearly twenty years it makes me feel
good.
"Oh yea, I didn't 'think about the fact some of those
guys are your students." Jo Ann said in surprise.
"What if someone finds out about your trip and goes to
the administration?" Brandy asked.
"Yea, I've thought about it. I'd surly get fired, but
I'm only part time and I have been thinking about doing
something different for some time."
"That's a mighty caviler attitude about it" Bonnie
said.
"Not as much as it seems. It is just part of a larger
change I'm making in my life. Mike's firm is doing very
well so money's not an issue and I think Gerta staying
with us and then the stuff Cooper's been writing has
reopened my mind to the reasons I studied drama in the
first place. I've even started writing again. I haven't
done that since before Sarah was born"
"That's great" Sherry said "I thought I was the only
one going through a change "I'm feeling like the woman
I was 30 years ago. I feel so alive and confident and
best of all Herb is coming out of his shell. Instead of
trying to avoid the fact I had done things he couldn't
even imagine and had a great marriage to a man I loved
deeply, Herb and I look at my pictures and video and I
bring him into the world I once had by sharing stories
I hadn't even thought about for years."
"That's amazing you guys are saying all that" Jo Ann
said excitedly "Beth Ann and I were just talking about
that the other day "Since we've all become so open
about our life styles we should fill you in on us. You
all know we've both been pretty sexually active since
high school"
"Middle School" Beth Ann corrected.
"Yea, Middle School, and since then we've always felt
something was wrong with us. We put on a tuff image to
keep people away, but now we feel for the first time we
are just like everyone else. It's so liberating to know
we're not freaks."
Jo Ann continued "Brandy went to school with me, I bet
she remembers we both were treated so badly by
everyone. But I liked sex."
Brandy countered "It wasn't because you liked sex, as
much as you weren't discreet about it. I first got laid
in seventh grade and in the two years before I got
pregnant, Dwight and I did it virtually every day at
least once. Even getting pregnant didn't give me a bad
rep because everyone knew I only did it with him. Since
I wasn't on the pill and we only used condoms
occasionally it was amazing I didn't get pregnant as a
freshman."
Trish added "Talking about condoms, you can't complain
too much about the used ones being left in the grass. I
mean the kids clearly got the message about birth
control and safe sex. From what the girls told me on
the trip they are all on the pill or the patch or
something like that and they appear to be very good
with using condoms."
Bonnie took this as an opening to tell her friends "If
I had just lived my own rules" then she told them about
her visit to the clinic.
"I'm taking the last pill today." Bonnie said "I guess
what upsets me is that for all my insistence that Misty
use a condom every time she has sex, like a
hypocritical parent I didn't do so myself."
Sherry comforted Bonnie by saying "But that is normal.
My kids were teenagers in the 80's when AIDS was seen
as just a gay thing and by high school they knew full
well what there dad and I did for fun. As a parent you
try to lead the kids to be conscious of dangers because
it is their nature to think they are invulnerable, but
as an adult you make conscious decisions about personal
risks."
"Yea, I made a poor one" Bonnie lamented.
"Sherry, you have a lot more experience with this sort
of life style." Marcy asked "What do you do to keep
from this, or worse stuff?"
"Like I said, we were swinging when AIDS first showed
up, but by then I'd been sexually free for a decade or
so. I was the last of the true hippies in the early
70's; free love, LSD and all that, I even lived in a
commune, so I've been through it all." She said "In
some respects it is always some risk. In the early days
we didn't take the slightest precautions, but latter,
toward the end of the 70's, even before AIDS, our swing
group became a pretty closed affair.
Eventually, we actually had memberships and part of
that membership was an agreement to limit sexual
activity to members, we only took new members or
visitors with the sponsorship of an existing member and
part of the sponsor's job was to ensure the new person
had been screened."
The group sat for a while taking in all this. They had
a vague idea about Sherry's early life, but this was
more than they could process.
"How did it work?" Jo Ann asked to break the silence.
"Pretty good, but not perfect." We had one time that
everyone got the clap and another when we rented a
cabin that we all got crabs. But that was two instances
in ten years."
Trisha stood up and said "I guess this is a good time
to discuss this. When Bonnie, Marcy, and the teen girls
went to Miami we had quite an adventure. Most of you
have heard part of it and seen a few photos. Before
Bonnie's loss, we had planned to have a "Stories &
Pictures" party, with our men, at Marcy's. We want
everyone to be prepared to tell their raciest story and
if possible bring photos or videos to illustrate. But
after the last two pool parties with the men were
getting pretty kinky, we figured that we should
acknowledge that such a party would likely break down
the last barriers and lead to a full scale, anything
goes, orgy. I can speak for myself, Marcy and Bonnie
when I say we are ready to let that happen, hell, we
did that more than once in Miami and had a great time.
But, we thought, we women should talk it through before
we ask the men."
Sherry was the first to respond "Herb and were ready at
the last pool party, so we are ready to go."
Brandy also agreed "Yea, Dwight and I have talked about
it and we are ready do it"
Beth Ann said "Jo Ann and I want to but I don't think
we will bring dates, if that's OK with you guys."
Trisha said "No problem."
The discussion ended with everyone saying that they
were ready for what ever happens. It was settled that
Saturday night they would meet at Marcy's at 7:00. They
decided to let the guys know they would each be
expected to tell a story, but they agreed not to tell
them what the prize would be for the story voted to be
the best.
When her friends left she left a text massage to Misty
to come home right after school.
"But Mom" Misty pleaded "I didn't know about the pot!"
Bonnie trying to control her anger "Why would anyone
think it was OK!"
"I don't know. None of my friends do that kind of
stuff"
"Then who would bring that to my house!" she was now
yelling. "Pot at my house and you say you don't know
anything about it. Weren't you here when your friends
were using our pool!"
Misty was now crying hard. "I'm sorry mom, but when I
was having my after school meetings for publications, I
guess I kinda gave permission for people to use our
pool until I got home."
"YOU DID WHAT?"
"I really didn't mean for anyone but my regular friends
to come over" she said through her tears. "But like
three times when I got home there were people I didn't
know. The last time they were smoking, it could have
been pot I don't know and they had all this beer. I
made them leave. I really did! I was so scared but I
threatened to call the police."
Bonnie could tell she was very upset and she believed
her, so she was less angry "Your talking in jumbles.
Start from the start, who invited them?"
Wiping her tears she said "A couple of weeks ago Iris
had asked if she and her cousin Jenny could come over
even though I wouldn't be there until latter, I really
wasn't thinking when I said she could. I know her
cousin's a stoner, but the first day it was just Iris
and Jenny when I go home, no big deal. But a couple of
days later I got home and found she'd brought her
scummy stoner boyfriend. Well he was so gross, a real
barf bag: a tattooed, skinny, pale, naked barf bag. And
right off he wants me to get naked. You know I'm into
naked most anytime anywhere, but there is no way I was
taking my clothes off with him there stoking his nasty
prick, staring at me smoking his cigarette; but maybe
it was a joint, I don't know. I told him there is no
smoking at our house and I didn't feel like swimming
and went in till they left. Last Thursday I get home,
no Iris, but like every stoner in the county was in our
pool. I was so freaked out, I'm glad Lamar had locked
the house. That was, the day I had to threaten to call
the cops. I told them to take there beer and crap and
get out, they had not been invited. They got all mad
and called me a slutty hypocrites and a cheep stuck up
whore and stuff like that, I was afraid they might do
something to me but they did leave."
"Why didn't you tell us?"
"I knew I'd screwed up and was afraid to tell you.
Lamar, who probably saved us from being robbed was
locked in the house. I made him promise not to tell."
"How'd you do that?"
"I know something."
"What?"
"He didn't tell and so I can't say a thing." Misty
finished with "Don't worry it's no big deal, but he
thinks it is."
"All right, we learned a lesson." Bonnie said, then
added "Will you take responsibly for the used condoms
and wrappers I found all over. I stopped counting at
one hundred"
"Oh yea, that was us. Sorry we haven't cleaned up in a
week or two. Dad didn't mind that the Club girls came
over after school a couple of times a week."
"From all the condoms I guess more than just the girls
came over."
"Yea, pretty much we let the guys come all the time
now. It's not like we fuck constantly. Most of the time
the guys just mess around in the pool while we sun."
"Well from what Trisha saw there was sex nearly all the
time."
"It might have been the time she was here. A day or
tow, yea, I guess pretty much there was someone doing
someone most of the time, but that doesn't mean
everyone was doing everyone all the time. Does that
make sense?"
"Yea, I think so"
"Yea, most of the time most of us were just sunning and
talking but, yes it is also true that some of the time
there was a couple or two getting it on. And we will do
better at picking up our trash."
Bonnie, satisfied with her answers said "Well with that
out of the way, lets go get you some new school
clothes, I heard your dad was of very little help in
that regard"
"He did his best" Misty said happily as she grabbed her
purse and
"I heard you had a real crowd when you showed the
pictures from our trip"
"Yea, the family room was packed, I guess that wasn't
too bright either"
"No, not to bright., but how'd the beach pictures go
over"
"What do you think, they loved'em"
"What about the ones with me?"
"Your so self conscious mom" Misty exclaimed "They
flipped out when the pics of you and Trisha and Mrs.
Kelly doing with those Swiss guys and each other"
"They did? I heard about your accidentally showing
Marcy's photos. That was a real screw up. Now, she said
she can tell that Devin and Gregg look at her like
she's naked all the time."
"Is she mad?"
"She should be because when word of that gets out
she'll loose her job. And you know secrets don't stay
secret forever."
"Yea, dad told me that. So I guess she is mad."
"No, not really" Bonnie answered "I think she likes the
attention and besides I think this will be her last
year at the school and it also helps that Mike is the
best lawyer in the area and the school district's
lawyer. I don't think they would take him on."
"That's good be You might want to tell her that pics of
her are on two different websites"
"The pictures you took?" Bonnie asked.
"No, just pictures taken by people who just happened to
be at the beach"
"When we get home you'll have to show me."
"If your pictures somehow find their way to the web,
remember only the beach pictures are legal."
"Yea, I know"
"Not that you would ever give them away"
"Give?" Misty asked "No way, but sell, well that's a
different question. The site that had our photos last
year is wiling to pay $100 per photo."
"Wow, with what 300 photos? That's big money. Not that
you would ever do such a thing."
"Of course not." Misty replied with a wink.
***
The next day Bonnie finally began working out of the
new FFF office in Augusta. It had been agreed that both
she and Amy would spend three days per week in the
Augusta office and the other days they would work from
their homes and/or do speaking engagements. She was
looking forward to spending commuting with her husband
several days per week. It would be nice to have him all
to herself with no kids to compete for his time. To
match Cooper's teaching schedule she would be working
every Monday and Wednesday and depending on her
speaking engagements she would be working either
Thursday's or Fridays.
The new FFF office was a small affair situated in a
small business complex. She would work out of the front
room and Amy had already moved into one of the two rear
offices. The rest of the rented space in the back other
office was doubling as storage and a studio for Amy as
she continued her artwork. She was practically giddy as
she unpacked her personal things into her new desk.
Cannon, the man she had met at the swing club in Miami,
had already set her up to meet several groups in
Florida, but she had to postpone them due to the
passing of her mother. He had rescheduled and now she
would be addressing one group next Friday night in
Orlando, a second group in Tampa the next night, so the
first order of business after moving in was to make
travel and lodging arrangements.
Amy was friendly but clearly, business would be
business. Bonnie was glad to see that, she had never
seen Amy at work and was not sure how it would go.
After spending the morning becoming acclimatized she
would set-up the routine work of managing the office,
but not until after lunch.
"For your first day, lunch will be my treat" Amy said
sitting on the side of her desk.
Amy drove and they went to a small 'meat &three' place
not far from the office. Bonnie commented that "It's
rather ironic that this foundation, while on the
cutting edge of liberal thinking is located here in
redneck heaven, where places like this hometown
restaurants are the rule, not hip or gourmet places."
Amy agreed "It's amusing that to most of the country
Augusta is simply the home of the Masters, when in fact
it's mostly just another small conservative southern
town."
"Of course the same can be said of Florida, and I will
be presenting to two different swing clubs next week."
"Did I tell you I've spoken to your friend Cannon a
couple of times. He was very impressed with your
presentation. That was a fortuitous meeting, he will be
of real help to us. He has some great contacts."
Bonnie whispered "And he is an awesome fuck"
Amy, clearly surprised, "Oh, I didn't know you and he
had gotten to know each other that well"
"It was at a swingers party after all."
"I guess so. You know speaking at these clubs doesn't
mean you are expected to participate."
"I know, but it doesn't mean I can't if I want to"
"It's up to you. That's what the FFF is all about." Amy
said then leaned over the table and quietly but
urgently said "So was he that good? Tell me all about
it"
"Well..."
***
The first coldront of the fall moved in Friday night,
thus ruling out another poolside party.
"Trish" Bonnie called franticly early Saturday morning
"I need your help. Last week the weatherman had
predicted temps in the mid 70's and now it's like 50
degrees outside. I had planned to just have the party
out at the pool, a kinda farewell to summer, but that's
not happening. I looked at the weather channel and it's
not warming up. Everyone is supposed to be her at 4:00
and now I've got to move the whole thing inside. Who
all do you think will be here?"
"Well" Trisha paused and thought "I will of course, so
will Sherri and Herb, I talked to her last night, they
are really looking forward to it. I also talked to Jo
Ann. She and Beth Ann and Cal are coming. And the
possible activities of this party is all Marcy wants to
talk about, so she and Mike are for sures. So Including
you guys that is 10."
"And Tabitha and Butch" Bonnie added
"And Brandy & Dwight,"
"…and Amy asked to come to sketch pictures, and you can
be sure she will won't refrain from any hanky panky.
That makes fifteen and if Mia and her boyfriend come
that will be seventeen. I don't have seating for that
many in the family room. "
After a pause "How about we don't use the chair and
couches, but sit around on big pillows and stuff."
Bonnie thought then said "but I don't have any thing
like that many big pillows."
"I have a few but we could run up to that big linen
outlet store on the interstate. I was there a few
months ago and they have these huge bins of big
pillows, perfect for the party. In fact we can make it
a theme party, like a thousand and one sex tales in the
Kasbah. I can call everyone and tell them to come in
pajama's."
"Your thinking now woman. OK. Lets do it. I'll call
Amy, Tabitha and Brandy if you can call the others.
Tell them Pajama's or Arab styled stuff."
With that the last minute plan was moving. Bonnie
remembered how much fun the luau was on the cruise, the
theme, not the sex, made it memorable.
Cooper was still in bed while a newly energized Bonnie
raced in the room talking at full speed.
Cooper missed her whole explanation of what was
happening before he stopped her "Woe, slow down. I
don't have a clue what your talking about, start over."
With that she again went through the problem and the
solution. "So I need you to get up and help me move the
furniture to see how much room we have.
Though Cooper was secretly looking forward to what
might prove to be quite a night, he pretended to be
disinterested. It seemed better to him to let her take
the lead and feel she was dragging him into this,
rather than seeming too excited about a possible orgy.
The family room was a big room and when the couches and
chairs were moved to the walls it appeared even bigger.
The coffee table and end tables were moved to the study
to give the room a very open feeling.
"The rug isn't big enough" Bonnie observed. With the
furniture out of the way it was clear the thick Persian
rug that normally have filled the conversation area was
far too small to cover the hard wood floor on which the
guests would be sitting.
"I'll see what they have at the outlet mall when we are
buying pillows." Bonnie said "We don't' need a big rug,
several smaller rugs would be fine."
Trish called back about 9:30. "Well I got everyone.
This should be fun. Marcy said her friend Mia would be
coming, but not her boyfriend. It seems Marcy and Mia
have started messing around this week and Mia doesn't
know what her new boyfriend would do if he knew."
Bonnie, not terribly surprised by the fact Marcy had
put a move on her friend asked "How far did they go?"
"She didn't elaborate, but I don't think they did much
more than make out"
"Well, you can be sure Marcy will go for it all
tonight" Bonnie chucked
"Yea, she's turned into quite the wild thing." Trisha
agreed before saying "And when I talked to Marcy she
was already on her way to Atlanta to do some shopping
and she said she could stop by a party shop and pick up
some decorations to go with our theme. I told her that
would be great so she'll stop by and drop them off on
her way home."
"Wonderful, that will be great."
It was less than ten minutes latter that Trisha and
Byron waked in with out knocking, but rather saying
"Knock, Knock, we're here"
"We're back here" Cooper called from the kitchen.
Byron went up the stairs to see Lamar while Trisha
followed the voice.
In the kitchen Cooper and Bonnie had a half dozen cook
books opened. "We are trying to figure out what exactly
would be Arab food." Bonnie said.
"Well I would think anything Mediterranean would do.
You know over in Milliageville there is a Greek
restaurant that I bet you could get to make up a some
trays of the right kinds of foods."
Cooper said "Yea, I ate there a few years ago, it was
strange, but not bad. I'll give them a call."
Bonnie shut a cook book "Good, one less thing for me to
do. Let me get my purse and we'll be off"
By 6:45 it looked as if they'd planned it for weeks.
There were dozens of big fringed pillows sitting on one
large and a half dozen smaller rugs and a good number
of afghans and oriental styled blankets. No fewer than
forty candles provided illumination and atmosphere as
all the blinds and draperies had been closed. Marcy had
brought Moorish syle decorations that added to the
ambiance and the air was filling with incense.
Misty stood in the mists of the decorations as her
mother, clad in a harem girls outfit she had worn years
ago, began to unpack the food trays. When her mother
carried a tray into the family room, Misty could see
that Bonnie had removed the opaque inner layer of the
costume leaving only the sheer over layers.
"That is so hot" Misty said "I should be wearing it
insisted of you"
"Sorry, but you're leaving now" her mother replied.
"That's so unfair. It's not like I've never watched you
and your friends get it on before. You should be
flattered I like watching your old flabby ass banged"
"Old Flabby Ass!" Bonnie protested "that's it, you
leave now!"
"I was just kidding, but it's still not fair you get a
cool party and I don't"
"Don't worry we will keep the decorations and you can
use then for your 18th birthday party next spring."
"Cool, I get a birthday orgy"
"I didn't say that" Bonnie protested.
"But that's what you meant." Misty chided as she went
toward the door.
"I publicly deny that insinuation, no matter what I
privately meant" Bonnie said as she went back to the
kitchen to finish preparations.
***
The guests all arrived in short order after 8:00 (the
time had been moved back four hours). All heeded the
directions to wear pajamas, but even still there was a
variety of dress. Most of the men wore matching pajama
tops and bottoms.
Butch and Cal wore just boxers while both Cooper and
Herb wore robes over boxers. Only Beth Ann and Trisha
and Mia actually wore pajama sets while Jo Ann, Tabitha
and Marcy opted for sexy gowns. When they all sat, it
became apparent that while the others wore thongs Marcy
wore nothing under her transparent gown. Brandy wore
the only real lingerie, an emerald green baby-doll and
thong set. Sheri and Amy both wore finely made silk
robes over nothing but their skin.
After the usual initial chatter, Bonnie stood and moved
to the center of the floor. "I'm so glad everyone came
to our Arabian night. Guys, I'm sure the wives told
you, this is a story night. Everyone should have come
prepared to tell their most amazing erotic experience.
At the end we will vote and see who's got the best
story. Now –we like all the sweaty sticky details, a
good story is not just what happened but how it felt
and smelled like. But since the whole point is what you
really did in the past, no embellishment. For my part,
I'd like to hear about lovers other than your spouse –
or in addition to your spouse, but what ever the story,
the winner will have to get every dick and clit in the
room ready to climax."
Bonnie motioned to her right, "Sheri has been good
enough to volunteer to go first. So lets get started."
She began to sit, but stood back up "oh yea, if you
don't know we girls have all agreed, that we all can do
what ever feels natural with whom ever we want, so if
anyone has decided that they are not comfortable with
open non-monogamy I suggest you call it a night now."
She sat but no one left.
Sherri sat forward and cleared her voice.
"Now this is an old story, so old it took me several
days of writing notes, and a phone call to an old
friend to remember the details. For those of you too
young to remember it the late 60's and early 70's, they
were a wild time. While at the time we thought we were
so sexually repressed, in retrospect we were given
freedoms that today's teenagers can't even imagine. I
was right there from the birth of the free love
movement to it's crashing end with the appearance of
AIDS and the rise of the Christian right. I don't know
how many different people I had sex with during those
dozen years, but it surely was over a thousand, maybe
more."
She paused as the surrounding people took in the fact
that she had just said she had doe it with more that an
thousand people.
Bonnie was the only one to voice what the others were
saying "You've had sex with over a thousand people?"
"The number over all is not important, what I'm trying
to get you to imagine is the world of the counter-
culture. To us in those days, anything resembling
monogamy was seen as bowing to the oppressive system."
She paused "I'd better be fair those of you born before
1973. I will start from the beginning or it won't make
sense."
"See my dad, when I was a teenager, was a Major in the
army and so we moved a lot. We were living at Fort
Collin's, Colorado when he was shipped off to Vietnam
with the 1st Cavalry. I was 13 and an early bloomer. I
already had "C" cup tits and it was no problem flirting
with the young soldiers on base. At first my mom did
OK. Dad got wounded and then she started taking pills
she got from the base doctor to calm her nerves. After
a while, the pills had made her nerves so calm I could
do anything I wanted. I went from flirting with the
young soldiers, to making out with them pretty heavy.
Of course I never told them my Dad was an officer. I
lost my virginity on a firing range to some kid from
Michigan a month or so after my 14th birthday. I say a
he was a kid in retrospect, he seemed every bit a man
and I felt every bit a woman at the time. I didn't have
to work up to enjoying sex. I had an orgasm that first
time. It wasn't until years later that I found out that
it is rare for a girl like me to climax though
missionary sex on a regular basis. I did, and still do,
cum more often than not when a man does me missionary
style. It was great. Until I married my second husband
I'd never seen sex as something I did to please others,
I did it, from that first time, because I wanted to and
I liked doing it. Over the years I have done it with
lots of women, but to this day I cum fastest and best
with man on top of me."
"When we got word that my father had been killed in
action my mom went to pieces and spent the next ten
years completely hooked on those prescription
medicines."
"How terrible" Bonnie interjected before a chorus of
condolences.
"It was a hard time, but it was a long time ago. And to
be honest I never was close to my father, he just
wasn't that kind of a man. But to make matters worse, I
got pregnant a month or so later. Although it was
illegal at the time, my mother had no problem securing
an abortion for me. But that was the end of our life on
the base. We moved to Sacramento to live with my
mother's parents."
"Now by the time I got pregnant I had been having sex
with my boyfriend from school right in the house under
mom's overmedicated nose several times a week, and
still doing it with a couple of different GI's at the
firing range (of course my boyfriend didn't know I was
getting laid by other guys) but I had already become
used to having both a steady relationship and using
guys for just plain ol' fucking- I had just turned 15."
"So when I get to my conservative grandparents home, my
Grandpa wanted to keep me under lock and key so I ran
away. It was spring of 1968 and teenagers were running
away all the time. I naturally made my way to San
Francisco to be part of the youth movement and the
Hieght/Ashbury scene. it was easy for me to make it in
the hippy world with a young body that I was willing to
share.
I'd hitched a couple of rides and made it to San
Francisco after dark, I had $20 and so I rode a street
car to Ashury Street. It was like nothing I'd ever
seen, and nothing has ever been the same since.
Hundreds of kids most about my age all just hanging
out: talking, dancing and smoking dope. It was like I'd
found a new planet of people just like me. I wondered
around for hours before I began thinking about some
place to stay. I'd met a girl called Dryad after a mini
concert at the park. She was like me, a teenager on her
own, but she'd been there since the summer before,
you've heard of the summer of love, she had been there.
Well she took me under her wing and more importantly at
the time, she took me to the crash pad were she and her
old man was staying. For you younger people an old man
was not your grandfather, it was the lingo for your
boyfriend.
Any one of those nights in that pad would have been the
night of lifetime to most people, but it was just the
beginning. You might think I was incredibly young to be
out on my own like that but I was by no means the
youngest, and we were all consumed with the idea of
discarding the old ways, but for all my self perceived
wildness, I was still very much inexperienced and
naive. To that point I'd had intercourse with seven
different GI's and two guys from my school; I was still
counting at that point. But as liberated as I thought I
was, I still had a very narrow view of sex. Always
missionary with foreplay consisting of kissing and hand
jobs, but since I was having multiple orgasms most of
the time, I didn't look for other things. I had never
even heard of oral sex until that first night in San
Francisco."
"So, its like 2:00 am. I'd just shared my first joint
and she leads me to this narrow stairway up to a third
floor landing. She pushes the door open and I almost
fell over. It was a dingy, dirty place and the pungent
smell of incense, pot and human bodies was
overpowering. Inside there was almost no regular
furniture, just an old couch and on the floor, some
mattresses with no sheets and pillows, kinda like the
ones we are lying on, but dirty. This was quite a
letdown from the youth utopia I had dreamt of when I
left home."
"On one big mattress were three almost naked people,
one girl in just panties another in a long shirt and a
guy in just blue jeans. Those three were asleep but on
the couch, it looked like a girl was sleeping with her
head in a tall skinny guy's lap. Dryad began to talk to
him and then I realized the girl wasn't' asleep. She
was sucking on that skinny guy's dick. Now I had had
sex maybe fifty different times but I had never seen
someone else do it, and I certainly hadn't seen a blow
job. At that time I knew I loved being fucked and liked
both giving and getting hand jobs, but I'd never even
considered putting a dick in my mouth."
"Probably only Herb and I are old enough to remember
that at that time, unusual sex acts were seen as a
political acts, a way of sticking it to the man. So as
I stood watching this sight, Dryad tells me that the
guy getting his dick sucked was her boyfriend or more
accurately her old man. For me at that time, the fact
she identified they guy getting head as her old man was
not a kinky sex statement, but a powerful political
statement. Are you following what I'm saying?"
Cooper answered "Yea, it's just like our painting of us
making love is both art and politics."
"Or how going to the nude beach felt like I was
striking a blow for my personal freedom" Marcy added.
"Or for Butch and I, skinny dipping in your pool, was
rejecting what the community expects from a minister."
Tabitha suggested.
"So you do understand, good." Sheri continued, then
looked at Cooper "See, your Final Freedom Foundation is
not fighting a new battle."
Cooper responded by saying "I know, it is the same
battle you fought in the 60's, it's just that you moved
the culture only half way to the goal line."
"I agree, that's why I'm so excited about your group's
work. It's trying to finish what we started." Sheri
said to Cooper before looking around the room and
resuming her story "So, here I was, just in from
conservative America watching my new friend talk to her
boyfriend while another girl is bobbing up and down on
his exposed penis. She asks him who the chick is and he
casually said Stu and Boots, the other guys who lived
there, had traded chicks for the night with the guys
who lived one floor up."
"That might sound strange, but this might have been the
world of free love, but it was before the feminist
movement. It was still very much a guys world. Girls
were, frankly, passed around much like a joint was. So
as naturally as could be, Dryad pulls her long hippy
dress over her head and I must say I was shocked to see
she wore nothing under it. Now I'd seen lots of naked
girls in the locker room of the base school, but this
was not the same thing."
"Under my jeans and tee shirt, I was still wearing the
cotton panties and Playtex bra my mother had bought me,
and would have continued to so if l Dryad hadn't
insisted I get rid of the oppressive clothing. I could
see her old man looking at me as I dropped my bra to
the floor. I was a full 34 D and had only gotten
completely naked for a guy a dozen or so times and even
then I certainly never had just stood up and let the
him ogle me. I'm not sure what happened next, but I
think Dryad threw my bra out he window, but I do know I
never saw that bra again. In fact it would be more than
four years before I put on a bra again."
"I don't mean to repeat myself, but that first week was
so amazing because, like I said all my sex had been
very vanilla until then. I'd enjoyed sex from the first
time, but this was more excitement than I had ever
experienced, standing there naked, literally shivering
with excitement, waiting for what was next."
"Once naked, she led me to an empty mattress and we lay
down. She lay next to me. I was shivering with sexual
tension when I felt her naked body pull close to me.
But nothing more happened. We watched her old man mount
the girl move to the mattress next to ours were they
had sex in positions I'd never even imagined. Once they
were done we all fell asleep. Dryad and I have been
friends every since. I called her at her home in Austin
yesterday to clarify my memory. Of coarse she doesn't
go by Dryad, actually she is a well regarded syndicated
newspaper columnist. I told her about our little group
and about the FFF. She's very interested and wants you"
looking at Amy "to call her.
Amy, sitting nearly directly across from Sherri said
"Great. May I ask what name she goes by now?"
"Cheryl Stovall"
"Oh, yea, I know her work, her column runs in the runs
in the Atlanta Constitution. She's good and has a
readership like in the tens of millions. Thanks, give
me a number and I'll call her Monday."
"I've been feeling bad I haven't helped you guys
before. But I'll give that number to you before we go.
But let me go to the real part of my story, all that
has been background information. To be honest what
happened for the next week is at once clear and also
vague at the same time. It is tastes and smells and
snapshots. The next morning, or actually the next
afternoon when I woke up the pad was quiet, only Dryad
was still there, reading a book wearing a long hippy
skirt but nothing else. The room had old metal blinds
that were missing a number of slats so the room was
much better lit than it had been the night before. Now
that I could clearly see Dryad's small tits, perky tits
I could see why I hadn't noticed she was braless the
day before."
"I pulled on my big bell Levi's and she tossed me a big
scarf to use as a top, it barely covered my tits when I
stood still, and exposed their bottoms and tops as I
walked; I loved it. Eventually I collected a half dozen
of them and for that summer became my look."
With that she opened a notebook in her lap, removed a
photo and passed it around. It was obviously her, but
as a 15 year old. She had long strait hair, bell
bottoms and a scarf wrapped around her full bust. She
was exceptionally pretty.
"This was taken within a month or so of my arrival. He
wanted $1 for the print but I didn't have any money so
I offered to fuck him for it. That's how I got this
picture. I know that sounds crass today, but like I
said, this was before the feminist movement, I fucked
to get a lot of things, but don't think that's why I
did so many guys. I did most of them for fun and it
made me feel so free to have sex with guys whom I'd met
just minutes before, just because I could. But I'm
getting ahead of myself."
"I remember every event of that first day. Dryad and I
went down to Haight street. On the way she told me how
everyone gets a new name because sometimes detectives
come looking for underage kids. I thought for just a
second before I decided to call myself Windsong and
Windsong I would remain for nearly five years. She took
me to the free clinic to get some me a diaphragm. It
was all so different, there I was treated like a real
person, not a kid. I got an exam, the doctor fitted me
with a diaphragm in the name of Windsong."
"Afterward we went to the soup kitchen. Not all the
hippy life was glamorous, the food and beds were
primitive at best and non-existent in all too may
cases. For the summer I lived in San Francisco the free
kitchen was my most reliable meal. That first bite will
be with me forever. It was awful. Just a bunch of caned
vegetables thrown in a pot. It was all I could do not
to puke and I only managed a few bites. I was still
hungry when we wandered down to Golden Gate Park.
Looking back it was obvious why I got whistles and
propositions everywhere I went. I was young, pretty and
my boobs were barley covered by the scarf. But at the
time I was surprised and flattered. That day I saw my
first public nudity when I girl about my age danced
naked as her old man played a flute right in the park."
"We met up with a number of Dryad's friends and I just
took it all in. Some guys bought us lunch and hits of
acid. Dryad disappeared for a little while I listened
to an impromptu concert. When she returned she casually
told me she had been thanking the guys for lunch. It
was only when she made a remark about the taste of one
of the guy's spunk that I realized she had blown them.
The lesson was not lost on me. In the world of free
love, sex still had value. She then showed me how to
find a relaxed position to enjoy my acid trip. It was
as most people remember like opening the doors into a
new world. As I tripped I knew I belonged. This was my
tribe, my people."
"I was more or less back to earth when we all piled
into a first floor pad just a few blocks from the park.
I remember kissing Dryad and kissing the guy named
Boots. I don't remember getting naked, but do remember
first his tongue on my clit then remember Dryad's soft
lips as she kissed me deeply down below. I remember
clearly looking down at Boot's red penis and wondering
what to do with it and Dryad showing me how to give
head then holding his penis as I mimicked her actions.
And when he began to cum how I pulled back and watched
the off white semen spew up and fall down on Dryad's
tits. How she licked some off then suggested I lick off
the rest off her. The salty pungent taste of his semen
and the excitement of sucking her puffy nipples was not
as much a sexual high but a high of liberation. I was
in a room, a brightly lit room with a dozen or more
people milling about; naked, and doing things that
would be so dirty and perverted back home that I was
sure my mom had never even heard of such things. It was
exciting and empowering at the same time. I didn't even
flinch when still on my hands and knees licking Dryad's
tits, I felt Dapper, another of Dryad's friends, saddle
up behind me and slide his none to big penis into me.
I can't begin to even remember all the sexual things I
have done in the almost forty years since that night,
but never have I felt like I did that night and all the
next day and night. A fifteen year old girl at a wild
hippy love-in that lasted non-stop for almost 2 full
days. Sex, drugs and rock and roll was not just a
cliché. In one marathon session I had just about every
first imaginable. Like I said, my first blow job, my
first taste of cum, my first group sex, my first public
nudity,. my first time being watched having sex, my
first time to do it with a girl, the first anal, the
first threesome, foursome and more-some. I did it all;
sometimes tripping but mostly with just a buzz and even
a few times more or less sober. One thing I can say for
certain, neither Dryad or I wore more than a hat the
whole next day and night and well into the day after.
Many of the people that would become my hippy family in
San Francisco I met on that long love-in. Some are
friends to this day and I fucked them before I really
met them, but in that time and place it was commonplace
to learn a lovers name after his semen was dripping
down onto my ass."
"I won't go into it but let me conclude by saying that
summer I easily had sex with at least six or seven new
people a week. Like I said earlier, sexual behavior was
seen as political protest; so even when the sex was
fast and impersonal; it was still good for me affirming
my independence and self image as a political activist.
It was not uncommon for me to meet a guy at the park or
at one of the local hang-outs and just out of the blue
ask him if he wants to fuck, we'd step behind a hedge
or into the alley, I'd flip up my mini-skirt and bend
over. Five minutes latter we'd be back talking about
music or politics."
Sherry paused and again opened the note book in her
lap, She took a laminated page from a magazine. She
passed it to Cooper. It was a page from Look magazine,
It was the same teenage Sherri from the other photo,
but she was dancing in a park, bedecked with flowers in
her hair, strings of bead around her neck and a long
wrap skirt, but most striking she was topless, a scarf
was waving from her right hand. Cooper couldn't help
notice that she had absolutely perfect tits, big round
half melons with not the slightest sag.
He asked "I didn't know they could publish stuff like
this"
She answered "Normally they couldn't, but if you read
the article it is all about the depravity of the
hippies. Since it was printed to make us look bad it
was not considered pornography. Here's what happened.
It was late summer and we were grooving at our favorite
part of the park when this strait reporter guy came
around. Now we usually hid stuff when we saw straits,
especially reporter straits come around. We were kinda
paranoid that they were providing photos that the pigs
would later bust us for. But this guy had been around
for a good part of the summer and had gained some
trust. He had just been walking around shooting
everyday life. Well I'm pretty high and I'm dancing up
a storm to this guy's bongo drumming. My scarf isn't
holding my tits too well even before I see this
straight reporter guy but on a whim I just pulled the
bandana over my head and dance even harder. He raised
his camera and began to shoot. My dancing was loosening
the wrap skirt so when it began to slip down my hips I
just let it until I just stepped out of it. It wasn't'
the first time I'd been naked at the park, I'd fucked
dozens of times right at that spot, but never when
straits were there. He kept shooting photos until I
guess he ran out of film because when I opened my eyes
he was gone."
"We all got a laugh at showing of for the straight, but
the next month that photo appeared in Look magazine. My
face is very clear and there is no way my mom and grand
parents wouldn't have some noisy neighbor bring it to
their attention. I was an underage runaway and now it
was now national knowledge where I was, so I had to
leave San Francisco. I knew a guy, a kind of guru, who
went by the name The Seeker. He had asked me several
times to join his commune in the hills outside the city
but I was loving life at the Height, but when I saw him
a week or so after the photo was published I went with
him, but that's a whole different story. Time for some
one else to talk."
Bill asked "What else is in the note book"
"Oh, I'll pass it around. It's the few dozen surviving
photos of my swinging years, and a DVD that Herb had
converted from a Bata-Max tape from a swingers party in
1977. It survived my second husband because he didn't
have a Beta player and I told him it was baby videos
from my kids. We had never watched it together until
recently, and hope I don't sound vain, but, I was hot…
thirty years ago."
Cooper chimed in "For my money your still hot"
Amy added "You've got to let me paint you – I can see
making a college of you over the years."
Sherry added "That's very flattering, I'd love to. Oh,
I forgot to add. When I spoke to Dryad she told me she
had seen a photo of me, one of the ones taken at the
park in a retrospective exhibit of Height Asbury photos
at a gallery. It seems that photographer became famous
and will be publishing a book of his photos he took
that summer. I have written him and asked if I could
buy prints of any of those photos he has left."
"Have you heard anything?" Amy asked
"No, not yet." She answered
Bonnie stood "Well, we will look forward to that.
Thanks Sherri, it will be hard to beat that"
Tabitha spoke up "And with these photos, these are so
hot." as she looked over Cooper's shoulder at the
photos. They were nearly all faded Polaroid's mostly
nudes of Sherry. A few showed her having sex, but most
posing smiling with a variety of people in very 70's
looking homes. In contrast to the faded snap shots were
four very nice, apparently professional 5X7's nudes
taken at some tropical local. Cooper asked "These beach
photos are wonderful"
She looked over and smiled "That was in the Bahamas. In
those days you weren't allowed to bring your own camera
onto the nude beach but the hotel had a photographer
and he took those"
Ann spoke up "Hey, I want to hear more about your life
at the commune."
"No" she said "I've talked long enough. I could talk
all night with my stories. Ask Herb, and he's not hear
half of all the crazy things I did back then. But
nothing compares to that first love-in. So who's going
next"
Herb spoke up "She's right, her stories are amazing.
When I was young, and the town football hero I
deflowered more than a few belles of Hancock County.
Though I won't, I could name off more than a dozen of
our community's leading matrons who once upon a time,
with enthusiasm wrapped their thighs around me as I
plumbed them. Or I could tell tales of silk clad whores
in Saigon who could do things with their bodies that I
did not know possible; but, nothing compares in
excitement to when this summer my lovely wife, in front
of nearly all of you, with out so much as a blush,
strip naked and sucked Butch dry. And when she came
back and kissed me with her tasting of his spunk. Well,
I'll put it this way, I was climaxing even before she
got my penis inside her. With out a doubt that was the
most erotic event of my life."
Bonnie rolled onto her side and looked to "Thanks Herb,
let's see who's next with an erotic tale for our
Arabian Night?"
She scanned the faces and called on Beth Ann who told a
rather sterile account of loosing her virginity. She
was followed by Mike who retold the story of Gerta's
stay with them. As he spoke Marcy put a photo CD in the
player and began a slide show of she and Gerta and
Mike.
His narrative was mostly factually the same as the one
that Marcy had told the girls; however, his experience
was somewhat different of Gerta's first exhibition in
their home. "We had made her a full southern breakfast
to impress Gerta. The women were all sitting around the
deck table when I finished with the omelets and brought
them out. Marcy and Sarah were grinning at each other
in what I could see was some sort of private joke. I
was half way through eating when I moved the basket of
biscuits and down through the glass table I saw Gerta's
bare pussy smiling at me. Now I knew what the girls had
been grinning at. The night before she'd worn that same
tee shirt with a see-though thong sitting watching TV
with us, so I'd gotten what I thought was a good look
at her. But she was just as comfortable as could be
wearing nothing but a tee-shirt. At that moment was the
most erotic thing I'd ever seen. It wasn't the nudity,
but the comfort with her own sexuality that turned me
on."
He went on to describe the first night with Gerta and
then said "But the high point was to kiss my wife while
Rolf's dick was all the way in her. Feeling his thrusts
through her body to my lips was with out a doubt the
most erotic thing I have ever experienced."
The quality of the photos making their way across the
big screen was better than Bonnie had expected and
Gerta was much better looking than Bonnie had believed
she would be. They photos lasted longer than Mike
spoke, so they took a break while the photos continued.
The food table was spread on the kitchen table. It was
more Greek than Arab, but it was good none the less.
Cooper was perusing the pickings when Amy came up
behind him and gave a kiss on the neck. "Great idea for
a party Cooper"
He turned back as he placed a piece of baklava on his
plate "It's all Bonnie and her friends doing. I just
did as I was told".
"Well it's was a great idea, who ever did it" Amy said
"I'll tell Bonnie." Dane answered
"Tell Bonnie what?" came his wife's voice from the
doorway.
Cooper looked up and told her what Amy had said.
"And did you expect anything less?" she said with just
a hint of sarcasm.
"No, no. I wasn't saying that at all" Amy back tracked
"Its just, well I've been to a good many sex parties
and so many are duds as parties, no matter how good the
sex is, the party part falls flat. I mean I leave not
knowing the participants any better than when I
arrived" She continued filling her plate. She was now
the center of attention in the room. Bonnie knew that
by Amy so blithely referring to the party as a sex
party had been a bit of a shock, even though everyone
expected it to be so, they were not ready to admit it
as such. Amy was not under any such compunction as she
went on "But this is great. The background stories and
the idea of bringing old photos was just inspired."
"Thanks, I'm glad you're having a good time" Bonnie
said as she poured herself a glass of tea. Though she
tried not to give it away, she was extremely pleased
with herself that Amy was impressed. Not only was Amy
her boss, she was far more experienced that she at the
party scene. Suppressing a grin she looked to Cooper.
"Mike's photos are done, I started our DVD and figured
you could tell about the cruse."
Cooper began to gather his food before she added "Don't
hurry too much, the old photos will take a good ten
minutes to cycle through.
Cooper was surprised when her walked in the living room
to see that Bonnie had started the slide show of her
nude photos he had taken over the years. He had put
them on DVD some time ago for his own viewing but she
had resisted his suggestions of showing them to their
friends in past years because she thought they were not
pretty enough. He guessed, correctly, that with the
others showing their old photos she was more
comfortable showing hers.
Though the photos were on the TV, the group had not yet
settled back to their places. Only about half were in
the room and they all were standing in groups talking.
As they began to settle, Cooper watched with veiled
excitement as Tabitha and Brandy came back in the room
in only their thongs. Both looked very sexy to Cooper.
Sherry at the same time came from the bathroom, the tie
of her silk robe hung limp leaving the robe to open as
she walked. Seeing all this, Trisha and Beth Ann pulled
removed the tops of their pajama set, while Marcy and
Jo Ann pulled their gowns over their heads.
By the time Bonnie's photos had ended the screen went
blank, everyone was settled back in their seats. Bonnie
stood, and said "Well we have had a good start with
some great stories and pictures." Then looked around at
the half dressed women, and fully nude Marcy said "And
I'm glad to see you all getting comfortable."
Mike added "Very glad" with a smile.
Marcy said "Those photos were great. How long has
Cooper been making them?"
Cooper answered "The oldest ones date back to the early
90's. I hope that the photos have gotten better over
the years. I helps that Bonnie has hardly aged in the
last fifteen years."
"You're so sweet" Bonnie cooed in reply.
"Really, the pictures are very good" Sheri added.
Looking at Bonnie she said "In twenty years you'll be
glad you have them."
"That's what I've told her" Cooper replied
"Could you do some of me?" Jo Ann said from the back of
the room "I have some Polaroid's that Beth Ann and I
took of each other when we were teenagers, but their
not very good"
"Well lets see them" Butch insisted,
"OK, but don't' laugh" and she opened her purse and
pulled out a small stack of photographs.
Bonnie spoke up just as she was about to hand them out
"Here, Jo Ann, you go ahead and tell your story now,
since your handing out photos, Cooper can wait"
The photos began being passed around. There was about
ten dog eared Polaroid's.
"All right" Jo Ann agreed "These are few remaining of a
bunch of pictures were taken the summer between my 8th
and 9th grades. Beth Ann had barrowed this Polaroid
camera from one of her friends parents to do a school
project, but when she finished she asked me to shoot
some sexy pictures of her for Trey. Remember he was
Beth Ann's boyfriend and the dad of her kids. So we
made about ten pictures in her bra and panties. He
liked them so much she bought a whole package of film
and the second time she took off all her clothes. She
asked me to make pictures of her. After I had shot most
of the pictures, I decided I wanted some to pose too. I
was still a virgin and didn't even have a boyfriend but
I had developed early and I knew my body was every bit
as good as hers. So that's were these pictures came
from."
"These are the only one's we have left. The best ones
got passed around by Trey to his buddies and
disappeared. I guess this is a big reason we had a bad
reputation."
The pictures came to Bonnie and Cooper one at a time.
They were all slightly out-of-focus and the colors had
faded. The lighting was so weak that with the fading it
took a hard look to make out the contents. But despite
all that it was most defiantly Beth Ann and Jo Ann. Jo
Ann was right, her figure at that time was terrific. In
the two photos of her she was showing off her young but
very full chest as it defied gravity, pointing straight
out. Something it, of course had not done in years.
Beth Ann too, despite the ridiculous looking attempts
to look like a model, was very attractive. Bonnie
passed the photos on.
"As for the most erotic experience in my life, well it
wasn't a single time it was a period of about a year.
It had just started a month or so before we made the
pictures. Beth Ann, as you know is a year and a half
older than me. And we grew up in a single wide trailer
with our mom. Dad had walked when we were little so it
was always just the three of us and Mom swore she would
never depend on a man again. And all the while we were
growing up she didn't ever let a man move in. Not that
she was celibate, or didn't even have men spend the
night. Though she tried to be discreet, Beth Ann can
tell you we heard mom bring guys over late at nigh and
we could hear them doing it through those paper thin
walls. We were very protective of our mother so we
didn't let her know we knew."
"You already heard Beth Ann tell about how she and Trey
started doing it, but what she didn't tell you was how
mom didn't trust Trey and made him leave our place at
dark each night. So just like mom used to sneak guys
in, Beth Ann let Trey in the window at night. Having
learned how sounds travel she'd turn the radio on
first. The only thing was that our trailer only had two
bedrooms, so the first time or two she waited until I
was asleep before she opened the window. But I will
never forget waking up one night, in May of my 8th
grade year, and looking over to see what was moving in
the dark room, only to see Beth Ann's legs wrapped
around Trey's skinny waist as they fucked on her bed."
All eyes turned to Beth Ann who was blushing slightly
"OK" she said "I was a horny teenager and very much in
love. So we did it where we could"
Jo Ann continued "We already had a code of not telling
what we knew with mom, it wasn't that big a stretch for
me to pretended I was asleep. Nearly every Friday night
and most Saturday nights they would do it in our room
and I would pretend to sleep. Their sessions began to
last longer and longer, so it was harder and harder for
me to pretend not to know. Besides that I was getting
off on watching secretly and after he left and she went
to sleep I'd masturbate."
Beth Ann cut in "Of course I knew she wasn't' asleep
and also knew she was getting herself off afterward,
but for months we both said nothing."
Jo Ann finished her statement "We both thought the
other didn't know. So I didn't want to tell Beth Ann I
was watching and she didn't want to tell me she knew I
was watching and masturbating."
"What got you guys to admit to each other you knew what
was going on?" Marcy asked.
Beth Ann answered "Trey caught her watching and he, of
course, called her on it immediately."
"This is my story, so let me tell it" Jo Ann insisted
"Yea, on night I'd been watching them go at it for like
an hour and I had my hand in my panties watching. I was
so turned on I got careless and he caught me watching
her give him a blow job. He flips on the light and
tells Beth Ann that I had been watching them. And Beth
Ann just flips the light back off and says she knew
then goes back down on him."
"Like I said, we are a tight family and she wasn't
going to let Trey humiliate me. The next day we talked
and laughed that we both knew what the other had been
doing. The next night Trey came back, he made some
comment about me watching and she put him in his place
telling that was no concern of his. For the next year,
until Beth Ann got pregnant and mom put a trespass
notice on Trey, I silently masturbated under the covers
as Beth Ann and Trey did it three or four times a week.
She never let him even acknowledged my presence in the
room, but after he left, she and I would review their
performance. I guess that's how I became a voyeur. To
this day I love going to strip clubs and I'm a porno
fiend."
"And I love to be watched." Beth Ann added "I guess
this is as good of time as any to tell you guys that a
couple of weeks ago I had Calvin take a bunch of naked
pictures of me and we sent them to a web site that
posts that kind of thing. On Wednesday they showed up
on the site. I'm on the web." Then looking at Bonnie
and added "Your not the only one on the web now".
Bonnie laughed and said "I doubt that. I saw a couple
of guys covertly snapping photos of Marcy, Trisha and
me on the beach. I can't imagine some of them haven't
found their way to the web yet."
This introduction led naturally into Marcy standing up
to say "Come on Trish, our turn"
Marcy helped Trish to her feet and she pulled a DVD
from her purse. "OK, Mike has made a photo DVD to go
with our joint story of our trip to the beach. I took
some of the pictures, some came from Bonnie's daughter,
Misty, and some came from our camera phones. You'll be
able to tell which ones are from the phone because they
are not as good as those taken from the camera's."
Bonnie cued the DVD and Mandy took the remote, Trisha
moved a few pillows just to the side of the big TV and
the other two snuggled in beside her as the screen lit.
The first photo came up it was from the inside of the
van an the way to Florida. "This was on the way to
Miami. It was me, Trisha, Bonnie……." And she began a
narrative in which she and Trisha alternately told
their take on the events of the trip to Miami. Though
Cooper had heard Bonnie's version and had seen Misty's
pictures (he kept a DVD of the unedited set) the
additional viewpoints and details as well as of the
pictures taken by Marcy/Sarah and the camera phone pics
proved to be surprising erotic for Cooper. The explicit
photos of Marcy, Trisha and Bonnie having sex with each
other seemed to take many in the room by surprise, but
the photos that got the most comments were the grainy
camera phone pics of the Marcy and Trish and Rock on
the stage. Though not actually having intercourse, the
photos were shocking none the less.
"Wow, you did that on a stage in front of people?"
Tabitha asked in surprise.
"Oh yea, it was amazing, and every one of those 150
women would have taken my place in a heart beat." Marcy
said as a photo of Rock standing at the edge of the
stage with Macy perched his penis. "That was" she added
"the most erotically exciting time of my life."
Trish and Marcy continued with some additions made by
Bonnie for another ten minutes. Cooper could tell this
story generated more response that the others. He
supposed that it was because the story and pictures
they were presenting had just happened and it could
have been any of the women if they had gone on the
trip. Scanning the group he could see that Butch's
boxers were off and both Tabitha and Jo Ann were
stroking the long shaft. Further around the room Sheri
was doing the same to Herb on her right while her hand
was draped over Amy's shoulder cupping her breast.
"Damn it, you invited me and I didn't go" Sherri
groused as Marcy crossed the room to return to her
husband's side.
"And you didn't even invite me" Beth Ann added.
"Or me either Brandy" chimed.
"I'm sorry" Bonne answered "I didn't' think you guys
would be interested in chaperoning the kids."
"Some chaperone you turned out to be" Tabitha said "the
girls have told me all about how well you chaperoned"
Bonnie just grinned and said "OK, Tabitha, your turn.
Do you want to come up here or will you just keep
playing with the snake?"
Tabitha struggled to her feet "No, I think Jo Ann has
that well enough… in hand" to which she got a round of
laughs. "Besides, I need to get my pictures". She went
to the back of the room and pulled a large manila
folder from her shoulder bag.
Tabitha, clad only in a lace thong, didn't sit, but
rather leaned her lithe body against the big TV and
began "As most of you know, my dad is a fundamental
Baptist preacher. I went to my dad's church's little
Christian school and we didn't even own a TV. He
completely isolated us from the secular world as we
were growing up. I never went to a movie, the beach or
even a restaurant that served alcohol. Neither me, my
sisters nor my mom even owned a pair of pants, let
alone shorts. When I hit puberty, the only thing I knew
about sex was that it was some vague evil. What is
funny is that my home was so secretive about sex, that
by the time I realized that masturbation was one of the
things dad meant when he preached against sex, I'd been
doing it for years, not knowing it was sexual"
That brought general laughter.
She smiled then said seriously "No, really, I've been
masturbating to orgasm every night since I was about
six. Even now, if I don't have sex at night, I get my
self off every single night before I go to sleep." She
looked at Butch, "Right?"
He nodded, "Yep, virtually every night I've know her,
it's either sex of she plays with herself."
"So" She continued "It was several years after the time
I hit puberty and the wife of the youth pastor took us
girls on a retreat where among other things she told us
it was a sin to touch ourselves 'down there'" and she
emphasized the words 'down there' in such a way to get
more laughs. "In retrospect, I can see we had been told
masturbation was wrong many time, but since they always
used euphemisms for not only masturbation but for dick
and pussy I really and truly did not know what they
meant, so I was blissfully getting off every night and
often during the day when I got a chance. I'd even
moved from just playing with my clit to using my
fingers in me, to using a roll-on deodorant bottle in
me. It scared the crap out of me when I broke my
cherry, but since we never ever talked about anything
that happened 'down there', I didn't ask.."
"What did you do when you first started your periods?"
Bonnie inquired
"Well, when I was about twelve, mom gave me the
briefest of explanations that women start having a
monthly time when they bleed and gave me a pack of
pads. Of course I didn't even know what a tampon was
until I moved out, but she never asked, but after my
first period, a new pack magically appeared in the
bathroom, but we never talked about it."
"I told you all that to get to the point that when I
was told that what I'd been doing, and enjoying for
years was supposed to be a sin according to the youth
pastor's wife. That just blew me away. I was a model
Christian girl and yet she said I was sinning day in
and day out?"
Tabitha paused for a moment and then went on "Well one
thing about being the Pastor's daughter is you knew the
youth pastors were not infallible. I'd heard my dad
tell how bad several were and the lady who was leading
the retreat was new at our church because the last
youth pastor had been fired a few months before. So
that night when I got home I did a lot of thinking, and
like a light being turned on I realized for the first
time, at 16 years old that the adults in my life were
not God and did not speak for him. Realize, the church
and my dad's opinion about the Bible had been the sole
source of information for me and in an instant I
decided I wanted to know what all the rest of the world
believed and I wanted to decided for myself what was
good and bad for me. I knew full well the pleasure I
got from 'down there' was real and was more tangible
than the stuff my dad was preaching."
"I wasn't about to challenge my dad, so I began to
secretly explore the other world I had never seen. I
for the first time made an effort to learn about the
teenagers in my neighborhood. In the past all my
contact with them had been to preach to them and to try
to get them to come to our church, but the next week I
went to visit Elisabeth Teranova, she was ….ohhhh…..
Catholic. She was my age and we'd vaguely know each
other since we had moved in out house when I was nine.
I told my dad that I felt the Lord leading me to
befriend her to lead her to the truth. Since I was a
model child, be believed me hook like and sinker. It
took more time to convince Mary I was not trying to
parasitize her than it took to convince my dad."
"For sake of time I'll skip the details, but from
Elisabeth and her friends I learned about pop music,
TV, movies, wine and, don't laugh, the birds and the
bees. I remember distinctly the afternoon I confided in
Elisabeth and her friend Vicky enough to ask them to
give me the details of how babies were conceived and
born. I thought they were going to fall over with
shock. But, by that time they knew what a bubble I'd
been raised in so they were willing to tell all they
knew. Elizabeth was a virgin, but had recently began
giving her boyfriend blow jobs; Vicky had not been a
virgin for over a year and was already on birth control
so she had more detailed answers. I think the biggest
shock for them was when they started to describe
masturbation, I told them right off that I do it every
night and how good it felt to put the deodorant bottle
me when I did it. They were impressed and decided it
was time for me to meet a boy. Two weeks later
Elisabeth and I lost our virginity on the same day when
her boyfriend and his best friend came over on Saturday
afternoon when her mom had gone out to go shopping."
"That was most defiantly not my best sexual experience.
It most defiantly felt good to have him inside me, but
he was done and gone long before I was even warmed up.
But, after both boys were gone, I had used her older
brother's room and she and her boyfriend had used her
room, but when they abruptly left, we went to her room
and compared notes and I told her how I felt left in
mid stride. I don't remember who suggested it, probably
me, but we lay on her bed side by side and she watched
while I got my-self off over and over again. I'd never
had anyone watch me and I was a bit shy, but I liked
being the teacher for a change and besides that I was
really turned on."
"Did you do it with her again?" Jo Ann asked.
"Oh, yea" Tabitha answered "And yes, by the next week
Vicky joined in. We messed around with each other a
little, but it was mostly just group masturbation; but
it was really nice. I knew full well my dad believed
that what we were doing was very much a sin. So again I
was faced with something that felt fulfilling and
wonderful and clearly made my friends feel the same
that was proclaimed to be a mortal sin by none other
than my all powerful father. A father that I, only then
realized, manipulated the truth about the outside
world, made it appear to be a terrible place that it
was not. Now I'm not saying my dad is a bad man, he
isn't, but he is stuck in seeing sex as subversive and
just can't get over that. Otherwise he really is a
really good man. He has helped many, many people." Then
she paused and added "It's just too bad he didn't have
the same time for me. I wouldn't have made some of the
mistakes I did if he had been as focused on his own
kids as he was on other families."
"That spring, my father got suspicious that my
friendship with Elisabeth was not just about leading
her to the Lord, and so he forbid me to go see her. By
then I was madly in love with a friend of Elisabeth's
brother who was 19 and rode a Harley. And, for the sake
of candor, I had sex with Elisabeth's brother months
before, when he was home from Georgia Tech for
Christmas break. That was my first really great sexual
experience. But it was Burton who was my first love. He
tall, tattooed and a bearded; all the bad stuff He was
the classic bad boy. On top of that he drank, smoked
pot and bragged, right in front of me, about his sexual
prowess. I tell my dad I was going to Vicky's, but I
would meet Burt a few blocks from my house and we would
go off. Not only did we fuck like rabbits, he took me
to my first real parties, which I loved. So when my dad
forbids me to go to Vicky's, I was without an excuse to
see Burt. A few nights I got away with crawling out the
window late, but when I got caught I was put under lock
and key. It wasn't' that I just got caught, they found
my bed empty at like 2:00 AM and called the police. It
never even occurred to them that there obedient little
girl had snuck out."
"Oh no!" Marcy Gasped "I guess they were terrified."
"They were." Tabitha answered "And after Burt drops me
off I round the corner to see three police cars in
front of the house. Then I was scared something had
happed at home. It didn't even occur to me that the
police were there because of me. To put it mildly it
was first a scene of rejoicing, then it got real bad
for me. My dad is not one for empty threats, and when
he said that he and mom would not let me out of their
sight for the next year, until I went to college, I
knew I would never see Burt again. So I made my choice.
The next Monday I put some clothes in my book-bag
before school, and during lunch I took off. I didn't
see my dad again until after Butch and I moved here."
"I moved in with Burt, my dad tried to get the law on
him, but since I was 17 and he was only 19 the police
didn't do anything about it. I was madly in love with
Burt and so it took me some time to realize he was not
nearly as in love with me as I was with him. I should
have gotten the hint when I showed up at his trailer
that first day and he wanted to know why I was there.
When I explained he was not as overjoyed as I expected,
but he did say he was glad we would not have to end our
relationship. I hung on to that statement for nearly a
year, hoping my sacrifice I'd made for him would be
reciprocated. I was so naive. I really believed that
because we were having amazing sex, he loved me. I sure
loved him with an all consuming passion."
"That night I met his room-mate Drew, and Drew's
girlfriend Debbie." Tabitha looked over at Sherry and
said in aside "In a lot of ways my story is a more
modern day version of yours. But instead of idealistic
hippies, I fell in with drugged up red neck bikers."
Then back to the whole group she continued "That night
I didn't even know what Burt meant when he told Drew
that he didn't like sloppy seconds so he'd better not
go bare back with me. But I soon found out. After we
all ate some frozen pizzas while watching a friends
marathon on TBS, Burt, who had been wearing just some
boxers and a tee-shirt all day, takes off his boxers
right in front of Drew and Debbie, throws a cushion
from the couch on the floor and tells me to get naked
so he can show them how hot I am. I was completely
taken by surprise; I had concocted a love affair right
out of one of the harlequin romances I hid under my
bed. But, for our first night together, my true love
wants me to lay on the floor of a dirty trailer to show
me off in front of his friends."
"So what did you do?" Bonne asked incredulously.
"I got naked and put on the best sex show I could. I
wanted him to be proud of me. At first it was
humiliating, but as he got into it, and Drew and Debbie
clearly enjoyed watching, I began to feel really sexy.
And I guess having jilled off in front of Elisabeth and
Vicky dozens of times, I had already begun to enjoy
being watched. Besides that, Burt was pretty good at
getting me off. So for three full episodes of Friends,
we fucked and sucked and fucked some more. It turned
out to be really great, I came over and over. At some
point, I don't know when, the other two got naked and I
watched her give Drew head while Burt was down on me.
I'd never watched anyone and she clearly was
experienced so after Burt came in me I went back down
on him I did some of the things I'd seen her do and he
clearly liked it because he was very soon fully hard
again."
"When he came again, I found out what he meant by
sloppy seconds. See, I had yet to use a condom and Burt
was the third person for me to have sex with, so when
he came again while I was leaning over the side of the
couch, my pussy was really full. For a while, Debbie
and Drew had been just watching the TV and sometimes us
while she stoked his penis. Burt was still in me when
he asked Drew if he wanted some sloppy seconds, and
with out even thinking to ask me, Burt steps aside and
in goes Drew. It was way too strange for me to be
offended. I just leaned over and made eye contact with
Debbie while her boyfriend fucked me from behind. I
could feel Burt's cum being squished out and dripping
down between my feet. I will never forget that night;
just watching her watch her boyfriend."
She paused and Bonnie filled the space "So, was that
the most erotic moment in your life?"
After a moment Tabitha responded, "No, no that was
several years latter, the night I met, and made love to
Butch the first time. But I've talked long enough."
"Oh come on, we want to hear it," Bonnie chided.
She shook her head "No, it's someone else's turn," as
she snuggled in beside her husband.
Burch spoke up "OK, I'll tell that story then, but I'll
just stay here if it's OK with you all." Looking down
at his penis which again had both Tabitha's and Jo
Ann's hand on the long shaft.
Bonnie laughed "OK, Snake, you can keep getting your
hand job there, but if you move over here I can assure
you that your long thing won't go ignored."
Butch laughed but stayed where he was as he began his
story. "Well, it was a the big Harley event at Sturgis.
It is a great time: bikes, booze and babes. Law
enforcement was lax, so the pot was as open as the
booze. I had my '78 soft-tail and had come up from
Tennessee with a couple of buddies, they had both
brought chicks with them, but I was alone. It was
Wednesday afternoon, I remember it clearly. I was
tuning up my carburetor and these two chicks walk by
coming from the showers. They were both wearing nothing
but a towel wrapped around their waist. They were both
pretty, but the one on the left got my attention. She
was so hot. She was slim, but not skinny with a deep
tan that brought attention to the untanned perfect
perky little tits. I couldn't help starring at her. She
was so pretty and so sexy. I almost ran over and said
hi, but I was afraid of being shot down."
"I told my buddy's about her, and they just teased me
about not having a woman. And they were right, I was
horny and lonely, especially since I could hear my
buddies and their girls getting it on every night."
"Oh poor baby," Tabitha teased.
"Well, the next night, we went to a wet-tee shirt
contest sponsored by one of the clubs. Guess who I see,
stealing the show. Not that she had the biggest tits,
because she didn't' but she was so, so sexy as she
danced. It didn't hurt that she was one of the few who
stripped completely naked, She was soo hot and when the
MC announced that Tabitha had won, I decided then and
there I wanted to meet her. Of course I knew a chick
that hot was not there solo, but that didn't deter me,
after the contest I made my way over to her and put on
my charm."
"Your charm?!" Tabitha exclaimed "He couldn't get out a
coherent word. I'd seen him working on his bike the day
before and thought he was so handsome. So when he comes
up to me with this stupid grin of his, I knew who it
was. But his smile was so cute, and he just seemed to
be stumbling over his words, he was clearly enamored
with me."
Butch cut back in "I was, and am" he leaned over and
kissed her on the lips. "Yea, I wasn't so smooth, but
she agreed to take a ride with me in the Black Hills."
Tabitha continued "And we made love next to a stream
under the stars. It was wonderful"
"The next morning she gathered her things and we took
off on my bike."
"And we have been together ever since" she concluded.
"Oh that is so romantic" Bonnie gushed.
"Romantic, Hell, we want more details" Mike complained
"Yea, more details." Cooper seconded.
"OK" Butch relented "We left the club and walked down
the street to where my bike was parked. We rode out of
town up into the Black Hills National Forest for about
an hour. She'd worked at unbuckling my belt and getting
into my pants as I rode."
"and that was when I met the snake" Tabitha injected
"At first I I had just the top and didn't realize how
big it was. By this time in my life, I fucked more guys
than I could name, but as we rode I realized I'd never
done a guy hung like this. There was no way we were
going back before I got to put it in me."
Butch cut her off "It was good that it was a moonless
night and we were out in the woods because she had my
piece of wood completely out of my pants. Finally I
pulled off the road by a river and pulled a blanket our
from my saddle bag. She was naked again before I had
gotten the blanket down. She didn't want foreplay, and
to be honest, I'd had girls before who saw my dick and
wanted to try it on for size, but she was like a wild
woman. She virtually pushed me down and straddled me,
then held by dick and took it all in like no one had
ever done before. One try and she was sitting on my
balls."
"He's right" Tabitha agreed "I did want it in me. And
when I sat down on him I couldn't believe how it kept
going in and in and in. Now, I'd put some pretty big
things up me before, but this felt like it was going to
hit my stomach before I was all the way down. I have
never before or since had anything in me that feels
remotely as good as Butch does. And on top of that he
can keep it up indefinitely. I sat on him for hours,
just barely moving as we talked. I first had to ask his
name, and by the time we finished I was in love."
"That's what happened, as I lay on the blanket beside
the river, she rode me forever and we just talked and
got to know each other that way. I've done lots of
things before and since that would make a porno
director proud, but nothing compares to that first
night."
"That is so good," Beth Ann said. "You guys are so right
for each other."
Bonnie stood and said "I love how many different kind
of stories we have. Now, let's see, Brandy, you and
Dwight haven't shared. She looked over at Brandy and
Dwight. The looked at each other and Brandy said
sheepishly "We don't have any stories like yours. I was
a virgin until Dwight and I got carried away after
seeing Titanic. I got pregnant the next month and all
that was in the seat of his pickup and none of those
times was really great, at least for me. Everything
I've done that's the least bit wild has been right here
with you guys."
Bonnie looked at Dwight "What about you?"
"I'm the same. Brandy was the first girl I went all the
way with. The only thing I would disagree on was that I
thought she was so hot back then, and doing it with her
in my truck was great"
This received some amused laughter. "OK, then we will
let you off the hook for now." Bonnie replied "Mia? Do
you have a story to tell?" Mia nodded no.
"Amy, I know you have some great stories."
Amy was lounging in amongst a pile of pillows, having
laid her robe under her like a blanket, she was nude as
she worked on her sketches. Looking up she said "I
think the stories have been great. I don't think
anything I have to add will do more to make this get-
together a success. Her head motioned to her left where
Trisha was straddled on Mike with his penis visibly
inside her as Marcy snuggled to her husband
masturbating. Trisha evidently sensing the eyes on her
looked over her shoulder and said "What? Marcy and I
figured it was time to get things going. Were we
wrong?"
Bonnie laughed, "No, your right on the money. You don't
mind if Amy tells a story while you do your thing
there?"
"No problem," Mike answered.
"Amy?" Bonnie asked indicating to her.
"All right, but I'll make it short." She said putting
down her sketch pad. "Like Bonnie here, I was for years
a faithfully monogamous wife and mother. I taught art
and knew many of my colleges were sexually active, but
was generally clueless to the fact that I was the only
one in the department who was not sexually liberated.
My husband on the other hand, as Cooper can attest, was
not so constrained. His dick was in every willing pussy
he met during his business travels. Again I had an idea
this was so, but I just pretended I didn't. About 5
years ago, I decided to let myself go and I've been
with many men and women since, but to put a finger on
the most erotic moment." She paused "You make think
it's funny but the most erotic moment in my life was
the opening of my show in New York."
"As I think all of you know I recently had my first
public exhibit of my erotic art. I'd been doing these
paintings mostly in secret for several years, but to
stand in a very public place beside my work was
surprisingly erotic. I was so aroused that a number of
times I had to go to the office to get myself off
because I simply couldn't concentrate I was so turned
on. And after each night's show I went wild with who
ever was in the hospitality suite. With out a doubt it
was the most erotic time in my life."
Bonnie crossed over to Amy and kissed pushing her
tongue deep in her mouth and erotically, cupping her
breasts as she did so. Then standing she said "And I
can speak first hand as to how hot she was after the
show." To which she got a few "ohhh's and aaaah's"
"What about Cooper?" Marcy asked (with her legs now
spread wide and several fingers buried in herself) "We
never did hear his story."
"OK Coop, your turn. I think he's going to show the
pics and tell his version of the sailing cruise we took
last year."
Cooper was already standing and went over to the DVD
and loaded the disk. "Yea, this is my version of the
events, which of course is the right one."
"Don't believe him" Bonnie contradicted.
"My old boss invited Bonnie and I to join..." Cooper
began. It surprised him how aroused he became showing
the photos and telling what happened. As he had taken
off his boxers some time ago, when his penis became
erect it poked out from his robe, he almost put it back
in, but as he stood by the TV he could clearly see that
now, in addition to Trisha riding Mike, Jo Ann was
astride Butch.
As his story continued the group moved from isolated
messing around to the point nearly everyone was
engaged. In Mike's lap Trisha as now was actively going
to town breathing hard, clearly close to climax. Next
to Mike, his wife's hand had reached over to begin to
caress Mia's large breast. As he continued to tell his
tale, Tabitha motioned to Jo Ann to come over and sit
between she and her husband. Once seated, they promptly
began to feel her up. Nearest him, Bonnie and Sherry
sat on either side of Herb, with both their hands
working on his erection. At one point Cooper stopped
and asked "Should I stop now? Is anyone listening?"
To which he got several, "Yes, continue" and "We are
listening, go on" comments.
By the time he did finish it was in full orgy mode.
Trish had rolled off Mike (into Mia's lap), both
Trisha's and Mike's faces flushed with orgasm. Tabitha
and Jo Ann were alternately kissing and sucking off
Butch; across the room Bonnie and Sherry doing the same
to Herb. Nearby were Marcy and Beth Ann in making out
with passion while her husband Calvin played with both
of their breasts. Watching the action were Brandy and
Dwight and sketching was Amy.
He was surprised that when he concluded the story,
Bonnie stood up from between Herb's legs, and said to
the group "Great, I thought you did a good job telling
it right." She, who of course by now was naked like
just about everyone, continued "OK, everyone, let's
take a break for a few minutes. There were be plenty of
time to make a tonight a new most erotic moment, but
let's all untangle for a few minutes."
She did this because Amy had told her that the worst
killer of a sex party was letting things get too hot
too early. Cooling things off with planned activities
was the key to a party in which there is more
intermixing and where people wear out at more or less
the same time.
Then she moved to the center of the room. "So, who's
story was the best?"
She looked around the room and pointing to people who
were slow to disengage. As she went she asked "Was it
Trisha and Mandy's story of their beach trip? Was it
Beth Ann's story of losing her Virginity, or Jo Ann's
story of watching Beth Ann? Or perhaps Mikes story the
German exchange student. Was it Sherry's story of
living as hippy? Or was it Herb's reminding us of the
day Sherry deep throated Butch at our pool? Was it
Brandy and Dwight's non-story? Then we can't forget
Tabitha's story of running away from home or Butches'
story of doing Tabitha for the first time. Last but not
least, Cooper's story."
"The prize, by agreement of all us women, is that the
winning person has a night of dinner and after meal
delights with each of the other couples or singles here
tonight." She looked over at Mia and said "Don't worry,
you don't need to participate since your just visiting;
but if you do you are welcome."
The women, who had devised the plan, smiled as their
surprise was sprung, the men looked on incredulously.
Bonnie felt the need to restate this "Do you men all
understand all this? We girls cooked it up weeks ago."
Still blank stares from the guys.
"OK, Mandy is handing out sheets of paper." Bonnie
motioned to Mandy and she quickly got up and retrieved
a stack of paper slips and a box of pens. She handed
them out.
"Now, put the name of the individual who told the best
story. I know several stories were told jointly, but
just list one person who did the best telling."
She saw Amy pass on taking a piece, "Amy, we know you
live to far to get the reward, but we would like your
vote, and you too Mia, you can vote even though you
didn't have a story."
Bonnie got a piece of paper and put down Butch's name,
then folded it. In her opinion, it was impossible to
compete with his romantic story.
Cooper disagreed and wrote down Sherry's name. He
thought her story was simply amazing and couldn't be
beat.
Moments latter Bonnie read out the names. Sherry
received 5 votes, Butch 5, Tabitha 2, and Marcy 3.
"It seems we have a tie between Butch and Sherry."
"Yea, but Tabitha's story was the same as Butches, so
that is 7 votes for their story." Dwight pointed out.
"That's true but..." Bonnie began before Sherry
interrupted "I agree, together they win. I think they
should share the prize."
"I second the motion," Marcy agreed.
"OK with me then" Bonnie acquiesced. "So each of us
will have the Smiths over for dinner and entertainment
some time in the next few weeks and we will be looking
to hear who they say was the best host." Then with a
flourish she said "That concludes the planned
activities for the evening. Food is still in the
kitchen, there is the game room, the pool is still
plenty warm if you want a swim, and both our bedroom
and the guest room are open, as well as right here for
other activities.
Bonnie concentrated on being a good host for the next
few hours. The party took on three distinct phases. As
planned Bonnie's interruption broke up the sexual
progress while people ate, talked and generally relaxed
for a little while. Then, as if on cue, the party broke
up into smaller groups for about an hour minutes of
sex. Brandy, Dwight, Tabitha, Butch and Jo Ann migrated
to the master bedroom. While Beth Ann, Calvin, Marcy
and Mike made a nest in one corner of the family room
and Trisha and Mia retired to the guest room upstairs.
.Sherry, Herb, and Cooper made a space on the other
side of the family room with Bonnie coming and going
from the progressing action while she also provided the
different groups condoms, drinks and later towels.
Bonnie looked at the clock, it was about half past mid-
night when the first set broke up and the kitchen
filled up and a number of people when for a late night
swim. For the next hour or so people, dressed in
towels, robes and such talked, shot pool and generally
relaxed.
Amy having a long drive home gathered her sketches
"Bonnie, you did a bang up job with this party. Next
time I'll leave the sketch book at home and
participate." She gave Bonnie a kiss and left.
At about 2:00 someone mentioned it was getting late.
This lead to a new round of adult play. This time the
groups were split fairly clearly with the younger set:
Brandy, Dwight, Tabitha, Butch, Beth Ann, Calvin and Jo
Ann all hitting the pool to play; while the older set
Bonne, Cooper, Trisha, Mia, Marcy, Mike, Sherry and
Herb staying on the family room floor.
Bonnie relaxed as Trisha made herself comfortable
laying her head on Bonnie's thigh. The pleasure of
feeling Trisha's soft fingers manipulate her inner
lips, then penetrate her was more relaxing than sexual.
She lay her head back on a pillow, closed her eyes and
enjoyed.
"Yes, this is the way to have friends over," She mused
to no one in particular.
"I must say I do agree," Cooper said.
Bonnie opened one eye to see her husband laying on the
next pillow, with Marcy's mouth taking in nearly his
entire erect penis. She smiled and closed her eye again
to enjoy Trisha's ministrations. She assumed the others
were behind her from the sounds, but she did not look.
The feelings of relaxation were giving way to arousal
as Trisha's tongue replaced her fingers. The eroticism
of the night suddenly filled her and she pressed her
pelvis into Trisha's face. The tingling in her inner
self became a painful desire. She grabbed Trisha's head
and pressed it down on her crotch. Trisha reciprocated
by driving her tongue as deep as it would go into her
snatch. She pressed harder on the back of Trisha's
head. She wanted it deeper in her, but she could feel
her friend pulling away. She was suffocating Trish.
She opened her eyes and looked to her left, Sherry had
Mike's entire penis in her mouth.
"Sherry" Bonnie said breathlessly, "Let me barrow
Mike, I haven't been fucked all night and I'm dying
here."
Sherry looked up with a grin, "Sure, all primed and
ready for you."
With out being asked Trisha moved out and Bonnie spread
her legs. Mike slid in easily with no help from Bonnie.
She knew in her heart she really wanted Butch inside
her, but she had asked for him even though she knew he
wasn't even as big as Cooper. So she focused on the
feeling of him in her and wrapped her legs around his
waist to pull him further in. Having cum earlier in the
evening, Mike had good staying power and as her arousal
built that counted for a lot.
Drops of sweat were landing on her as he kept up a pace
worthy of a man much younger. She knew she had
plateaued and could not cum in this position, so she
told him she wanted to switch positions. Rolling to her
hands and knees, and scrunching up a big pillow under
her hips, she offered him herself.
Initially she looked around to see Marcy watching her
husband driving his penis into her with all the force
he could muster, while her husband did the same to
Marcy. It was just what she needed to make the final
assent. She could see Cooper's face as he focused on
fucking Marcy. She always liked watching his face in
the mirror while he fucked her, now to watch him do
Marcy while Mike's balls were slapping her clit was
rapidly bringing her to climax.
She felt it climbing out of her inner most self, a
shutter, then a crest of sensation coursed out from her
sex, up her torso, down her legs, down her arms and
into her brain. One wave, two, three four, her arms
were shaking, she could feel her hips involuntarily
pushing back on Mike. Her legs had lost all strength
and she slumped down on the pillow beneath her as the
waves of ecstasy continued.
She almost told Mike to stop, but she could feel a
second, if slightly less powerful orgasm about to
break. And break it did, as did a third and fourth was
on it's way when Mike pulled himself deep in her as he
sprayed semen into her before collapsing in a sweaty
pile beside her.
Cooper had gone from stoking in and out of Marcy to
sucking on her clit as she writhed in sweet ecstasy.
When Mike's loud groan let everyone know he was cumming
in Bonnie, Cooper looked up from between Marcy's legs
and he could see she was not done, though Mike was.
Giving Marcy's mound a kiss he got up to his knees and
moved behind his wife who was panting hard. Mikes semen
was oozing out of her as his penis filled the open
cavity.
Bonnie knew who it was who had taken Mikes place, and
she was glad it was her husband. She focused on the
feeling of his bigger penis going in and out and
imagined she could see Mike's semen all over Copper's
penis. Suddenly that urge to see her husbands penis
slick with Mike's jizz filled her mind. She wanted to
see it, taste it, she wanted to taste both of them at
once.
Looking to her left she could see Mike still breathing
hard, his penis not quite fully soft, but clearly not
hard. It was shiny with his and her sex. She groaned at
Mike "Come up here".
It took a moment then he understood. He moved to his
knees beside her head. She lifted the sticky organ to
her lips and swallowed it whole. The taste was pungent
and very strong, but right now that was what she
wanted. She swirled the soft tube in her mouth and used
her tongue to get the last bit of sexual taste off
before rolling over and saying some thing she'd never
done before with Cooper, "I want you to cum in my
mouth." Before taking as much of Coopers erect penis
into her mouth as she could.
He most defiantly tasted of Mike. It was such a turn on
that she couldn't help use one hand to stimulate
herself as she sucked on Cooper for all she was worth.
That fourth orgasm was not long in coming and as she
came, so did Cooper. She had to fight not to bite down
as she climaxed; however she was not able to take all
his load in her mouth wild shaking violently in her own
orgasm. She got well more than a taste of his semen,
but most of it sprayed on her face and hair as she lost
her balance and fell over.
The sight must have been comic because as her mind
cleared after the orgasm, she heard a room full of
laughter.
"Damn Cooper, you blew her right over with that one"
Sherry sniggered.
"Bonnie, no wonder you don't' let him do that more
often, it's dangerous" Mandy added.
Bonnie and Cooper joined in the amusement as they both
lay and recovered their energy. Evidently, she and
Trisha, then Mike had been busy for longer than she
thought. The others were all clearly done for the night
before she had even started with Cooper. It was not too
long after that the younger group began coming in from
the pool, just as sexually spent as their elders.
For an hour or so the group of friends sat around
relaxing, talking and sipping wine. Some had gotten
dressed, others relaxed still nude. Dwight had gotten
hard again and Brandy, with out fanfare, mounted him
and rocked slowly as the group talked.
Herb was, not surprisingly, the first to begin to nod
off. So he and Sherry gathered their things to leave.
Soon after the other the guest had gone and Cooper and
Bonnie lay on some pillows on the floor.
"Well?" Cooper asked.
"Well what?" Bonnie replied.
"How did you think it went?"
"Mostly it was great, better than I'd expected," Bonnie
answered.
"Mostly?"
"Well, I guess I didn't for see it breaking up into the
older people and younger people. I hope that isn't
going to be a pattern."
"I don't know. But I guess it seems natural. Come on,
Herb could be Brandy's grandfather."
"Yea, I guess. I just didn't foresee that."
"Don't worry about that. I think the evening went
great."
"Yea, I guess it did."
To be continued...
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