In Search of the Final Freedom:

An Erotic Socio-Political Novel

By Pat Tomason

Pat_Tomason@hotmail.com







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 slightly 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 young 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 before her mom said.



“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 golf tournament, 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 cold front 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 cookbooks 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 introduction to her story, Sherri 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 blowjob. 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.”