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In Search of the Final Freedom - 9
An Erotic Socio-Political Novel
By Pat Thomason (pat_tomason@hotmail.com)

***

In this novel, our protagonist live in a comfortable, 
but rule bound world. Deep in their hearts they know 
there is more, but they will need help along the 
journey from the old ways. They will have to work out a 
new moral code for themselves before they can be the 
prophets of a new model. At each stage they can turn 
back, but to be the new prophets they must overcome. 
(MF, FF, MM, bi, group, exh)
 
***
 
Chapter NINE
 
Atlanta had been a city of booms and busts since before 
the Civil War, but always growing, gobbling up more and 
more of Georgia's countryside. In each cycle since the 
advent of the automobile the land just outside the 
bounds of the city had become the province of the 
county gentlemen, but with the next boom, their quiet 
solitude had been surrounded and engulfed by the city's 
incessant need for space, leaving pockets of estate 
sized dwellings in a sea of the cityscape. 

The La Marco's home was in one such pocket. One moment 
they were in the congestion of the city streets, the 
next found the Campbell's driving down a quite 
boulevard flanked by huge oaks. The mansion sized homes 
sat nearly invisible a hundred yards off the road.
 
The stone entryway marked they had arrived at the 
LeMarco home. Pulling up the drive, they were surprised 
to find a parking attendant guiding them to stop in 
front of the arched entry way. "Valet Parking?" Cooper 
said to his wife "wow"
Cooper guessed the home to be late 1950's or early 60's 
vintage by the 'Modern' architecture style; Unusual for 
Atlanta which favored the neo-classical southern form. 
They would find the layout just as Brian had described, 
but far larger than they had imagined from his 
descriptions.
 
The Valet handed Cooper a token and Bonnie smoothed out 
her dress. Bonnie had not known what "evening wear" 
meant, so she called Tina and they went out shopping 
together. Bonnie wore a full length gown burgundy gown 
of silk and lace. The slits up the side ran almost to 
her waist. Much to high to wear panties, so underneath 
she wore only a corset and stockings. The corset gave 
her cleavage to fill in the open keyhole in the front 
of the dress. Cooper wore his black tuxedo he owned to 
wear to the formal events surrounding the opening of 
the buildings designed by LeMarco & Company Architects. 
They were met at the door by another of the hired help 
for the night who directed them to the main room.
 
Once inside Bonnie felt she had been transported to the 
set of an old movie; the men all in tuxedos and the 
women in gowns that must have cost thousands of dollars 
each. There was no regular furniture, just a portable 
bar in one corner and a punch table in another. A 
waiter carrying a try of Champaign glasses moved 
through the crowd. To her surprise, she recognized only 
a few of the people. Light Classical music filtered 
from a balcony that overlooked the room from one end. 
The twenty five foot ceiling and the entire back wall 
of etched glass gave the room the feel of a cathedral. 
Though very attractive, it was clear this was not a 
crowd of young people and there was more than a 
sprinkling of gray heads. 

It took her a moment to realize the art on the walls 
were large prints from their trip. Not the one's that 
had been sent via email. These were far better. He must 
have mailed some of the outtakes. Right behind the 
bartender, a beautiful wood frame, was a poster sized, 
full length of her nude standing on the deck of the 
yacht.
It angered and excited her to see her so openly 
displayed. The photo truly was very flattering. Even to 
herself she looked great. But, on the other hand, Mr. 
LeMarco had no right putting it up in a room of people 
she did not know.
 
To Cooper the group looked more familiar. Not only was 
he accustomed to such formal affairs, he also knew far 
more of the people present, at least the men. A good 
many were contractors or brokers with whom he had done 
business, others were former employees who had either 
started their own firms or had been hired by other 
firms, but all had left in good standing. He also 
noticed the art. He noticed they were all from their 
trip: landscapes, sea-scapes, semi-nudes and nudes. He 
knew Mr. LeMarco was an accomplished photographer in 
the architectural world, but he was evidently very 
talented at all types of photography.
 
The walls were literally lined with these large photos. 
The there were shots every place they had been and of 
different groupings of the people from the trip, but 
each person on the trip had a solo poster sized fully 
photo somewhere on the wall. He was glad in the one 
photo of just him, his dick was not tiny swiveled thing 
as it is sometimes, but rather, it swung fully swollen 
but not erect between his legs as he pulled a line 
taut. Cooper had to admit he thought he looked good in 
the photo. As he mingled with the people at the party 
the others from the trip all made their arrival.
 
He was speaking to Joe Sergeant, the owner of a general 
contracting firm with whom he had done business a good 
many times, and Joe said "I don't know how Brian knows 
who to invite. I wouldn't have gone on that first trip 
if I'd know what would happen, but Brian knew I would 
love it. Was this the first trip of this kind for you 
too?"
 
Cooper a little flustered "Oh. A... Yea it was."

Cooper was trying to be careful what to say. He did not 
know this party would be a business affair. Like 
Bonnie, part of him was angry; the idea of bringing 
clients to a party with nude photos of his wife on the 
walls. On the other hand, that pride of knowing that 
fabulous women in many of the photos was his wife. He 
had thought this would be a rehash of the last night on 
the boat. Now he did not know what to think.
 
Joe went on talking though Cooper was looking for a way 
to move on "And how did Martin know your wife would be 
game, my wife Deborah, would have made us go home just 
seeing Judy in her thong on the dock. But your wife, 
Bonnie is it? Is amazing, not only is she better 
looking than most of the mistresses I've had" he said 
looking right at the solo photo of Bonnie, "and by 
looking at the photos in the other room, is far more 
adventuresome than any of them."

Cooper wasn't sure what but he meant but he was sure he 
didn't want to talk to this guy any more. He wasn't 
sure but he just didn't like his tone. He had never 
really liked Joe, always seemed a bit too full of 
himself. And on top of that he was just standing too 
close for Cooper's comfort. The arrival of Tina game 
him an excuse to slide away.
 
Following Tina as she crossed the room to an open door 
leading to the formal dinning room, Cooper hadn't felt 
hungry until he saw the most amazing buffet of hors 
d'oeuvres he had ever seen. The photos on the walls 
were mostly 8X10's, with a few larger prints, but they 
were all of the luau. He scanned the walls quickly, it 
was pretty much every thing that happened. The dinner, 
the hula and the orgy. He could not miss the one poster 
sized print was of Bonnie holding his dick as Judy 
lowed herself on him. But, his stomach and the further 
look at the photos would have to wait until he spoke to 
Tina.

He approached her and with a quiet but firm tone said, 
"Tina, what is going on here. I thought it was just 
people from the cruise." Tina appeared a bit put out by 
his tone "Cooper, I told you and Bonnie both that this 
was for people who have been on any of the cruises. All 
of these people have been on one of Brian's trips. From 
what I see most have been on several. See, once your 
invited it's like you are part of a special club."
 
Cooper only slightly less agitated asked "But the 
clients and vendors?"
 
"Did you think Mr. LeMarco only uses the San Dinero 
once a year?" Tina answered incredulously "Sure the 
employee cruise is the longest of the year, but hardly 
a month goes by that he doesn't have clients or 
contractors out. The yacht is a business expense for 
him. I can't believe you didn't realize that?"
 
The wind had gone completely out of Cooper's sails. He 
could not believe he had not see that earlier. Of 
course, Mr. LeMarco's pleasure yacht is primarily a way 
for courting new business or rewarding loyal 
associates. In a much meeker voice he asked "Are they 
all like ours was?"
 
"No, No. First they are mostly just long weekend trips. 
Maybe a half are "G" or "PG" rated affairs. Judy even 
has some one piece swim suits for those. I've never 
been on one and those people are not told of these 
parties. A fair number are just like the trip last 
month, some married couples, some guys bring their 
mistresses and in increasing number are female 
executives who bring their boy toy or girlfriends. 

"I go on one or two of these a year. And some are just 
Martin, Judy and male clients and suppliers. Judy goes, 
and does everyone to assuage their homophobic fears, 
but the real sex is between the guys. Of course I've 
never been but I understand that those are like a 48 
hour fuck fest. No sailing, no site seeing, just 
constant fucking and sucking. Then they go back to 
their wives, families and Baptist Churches and play 
straight arrow. Like that Joe Sergeant out their, he's 
been on one of the trips I've been on, but mostly goes 
on the all guy ones."
 
"Now I get it," Cooper said to himself.
 
"Get what?"
 
"Joe, he was hitting on me out there. I knew it felt 
creepy but couldn't put a hand on it."

"Yea, I'm sure he was. Have you seen the photos in the 
billiard room?"
 
Cooper shook his head, so she continued "There is a big 
one of you taking it up the ass from Brain as you're 
fucking Judy and a smaller of you deep-throating Ramón. 
I didn't see you do that, I must say I'm impressed, not 
many women can do that, and that was your first night 
of sucking dick." She smiled as he turned deep crimson. 
The room now had several people, so she lowered her 
voice, "So I'm sure he's hoping you'll do him."
 
Cooper tried to deflect this "But he made several 
comments about Bonnie."

"Yep, that's him. He will fuck anything that walks and 
thinks anyone with a cunt wants him to be inside it. 
He's a real ass." 
 
"Well he's not getting into my ass tonight" Cooper 
whispered as he began filling a small glass plate with 
food. Then returning to a normal voice, "So have you 
and Bonnie settled on a date for you to come visit?"
 
She placing some sushi on her plate said "I think week 
after next because next week is your son's birthday. 
Right?"
 
"He turns 15. I can't believe it. And in a couple of 
months Misty turns 17" Cooper said, still unbelieving 
the kids were so big. "Oh, and I understand it is a big 
night for your daughter tonight. I wished I'd had this 
much parental support when I lost my virginity."
 
Cooper got a sick feeling in his stomach "I don't even 
want to think about that. I have to act supportive, but 
inside I want to vomit"
 
Tina suddenly shifted to caretaker mode "Why? It's a 
beautiful thing your doing"
"I know in my head I'm doing the right thing, but it's 
like I'm loosing my little girl for good"
 
"No your not"
 
"Yea, I am and I know it and it makes me sick. OK, I'll 
still have a terrific young woman for a daughter, but, 
its... like... like. I've been trying to hold on to 
this image of Misty as a 7 year old and now I have to 
let it go." He felt tears welling in his eyes. "I just 
don't want to talk about it" and he took his plate out 
the door and turned right into the billiard room, 
paying no attention to the antique pool table, the fine 
mahogany bar, the full sized slot machine, pinball 
machine or Whirlitzer Juke Box, but went out to the 
quiet of the large patio and swimming pool.
 
He settle led into a chair swing under a big pecan and 
began on his bacon wrapped shrimp and cocktail weenies. 
It was all too much for him. Coming too fast.
 
He just did not like the idea of fucking people to get 
them to make better deals for Mr. LeMarco's business. 
It appeared that both he and Bonnie's photos were some 
sort of advertisement and the clients were expected to 
hope have sex with these men if they did business with 
Mr. LeMarco. Prostitution, that is what it was. He and 
Bonnie and Tina and Heather and Mandy were all the 
whores and Martin the pimp. For over a year, he had 
been developing a new philosophy or paridyne about sex. 
It involved love, respect, fun and other things but 
nowhere did money fit in. 

Using sex as a commodity was against everything he 
believed in. Didn't Jesus toss the money changers from 
the temple and wasn't' his and Bonnie's body the temple 
of God - so how could use their bodies' to make money.

Layered on this was the fact that as he sat in the 
dark, he knew that his precious daughter was giving her 
body to a young man. Would he want her to do have sex 
for money. No, never.
 
The longer her sat the more annoyed he became. He was 
ready to find Bonnie and leave when the door that lead 
to the Billiard room opened and into the bluish light 
that filtered through the fog created by the heated 
pool and the forty-five degree night air. Though he was 
swallowed in the dark shade of the old pecan tree, the 
couple was easily identified as Maxine Thurman, an 
attorney that brokered many of the largest building 
projects in the Southeast and Melton Carver, the grey 
haired owner of a large Construction firm.
 
They were all over each other. In moments they had 
moved to a table near the pool, the black sequined 
dress lay puddle at her feet. 
 
They obviously did not feel the chill, but he was 
clearly careful as he lay first his jacket and then 
starched white shirt, and finally his pants across the 
back of a wrought iron chair. Neither were young, both 
perhaps in their fifties, but the energy they put into 
their passionate kissing would have done a teen proud. 
And when she sat in the chair, and pulled his boxers 
down she took him in her mouth clear down to the base. 

Cooper, who was about a hundred feet away could not 
exactly see what she was doing as she kept his penis in 
her mouth for the longest time. He could see Melton's 
head rock back with pleasure, but did now know why. 
When after several minuets she released his organ it 
was twice the size it was when she swallowed it. She 
pulled the full slip she was wearing over her head, 
released her bra and kicked her panties to the ground. 
Hidden under her lawyer attire, she sported a fine body 
for her age, firm legs and firm, artificial, breasts. 
After some more kissing she bent over the table and he 
began to fuck her. As he slowly, but methodically, 
stroked her he thought about this odd pair of lovers. 

He recalled that, in addition to being an attorney, she 
was also on Atlanta's school board as well and the 
chairman of the Georgia State Art's commission. She was 
very prominent person indeed. Melton, lived somewhere 
in Arkansas where he ran a commercial construction 
business with world wide reach. Both of these people 
could have younger, more attractive lovers by the score 
if they wished, but chose to make love to someone of 
their age and position.
 
About ten minutes after they had come outside the doors 
opened again. Judy, followed by a couple he did not 
recognize, came out onto the patio. Seeing the other 
couple in colitis she politely said across the distance 
"I don't mean to disturb you, I'm giving the Kiser's a 
tour of the grounds, are you OK, or should I come back 
latter?"
 
Maxine stood up, which pulled Melton out of her and 
said "No, go ahead, we are moving into the water 
anyway." She slipped off her stockings and they waded 
into the pool to about their waist. Half of his still 
erect penis shown above the water's surface. Cooper 
thought of the wonders of Viagra.
 
Judy led the couple to pools edge and introduced them 
to Melton and Maxine, but oddly enough she did not use 
Maxine's real name, though she did use Melton's. Later 
he would inquire and find out that the guests who were 
not employees had the option of using a fictitious name 
on the cruise and subsequent parties. Mr. Goldsmith was 
chairman of an investors group that funded new office 
buildings.

"Eli and Marion had a great time in November on our 
Thanksgiving trip to the Bahamas. They had been in the 
lifestyle when they lived in New York, but thought all 
Southerners were devout Baptists. Where upon Maxine 
rejoined "I'm a devout Baptist, and that doesn't keep 
me away."
 
Judy walked toward the pool house and pointed out that 
the general rule is no swimwear allowed in the pool. 
"If you swim, you swim a natural and as you can see the 
pool is eighty five degrees. Very nice in this weather, 
but you'll want to get a towel before you get in, 
you'll chill fast in this weather." She took two towels 
and dropped them near the pool edge where Maxine was 
once again bent over taking Melton's strokes.
 
She was nearly on top on Cooper when she saw him on the 
swing. "Oh, hi Cooper, I didn't see you," Judy said 
surprised. "Why are you out here?"

"Just chilling," Cooper answered flatly.
 
"I do need you to come in. You and Bonnie, along with 
the Goldsmith's are the only new comers since our last 
party in the fall so I need to introduce you."
"OK, I'm coming" he said but it was several minutes 
before he actually came. Thinking about the couple in 
the pool, Cooper felt much better about the evening. 
Sure Martin gets good contacts, but the people who make 
love do so for there own reasons. No one here is paid 
to fuck. Martin just provides a safe positive 
environment.
 
Bonnie had been looking for Cooper for some time before 
he came back into the main room. She was a natural in 
this environment. She had met several new people and 
had a number of offers to "hook up" later. It seemed 
evident to her that most of the people here were 
regulars to Mr. LeMarco's parties and not only knew 
each other, but knew the routines. This was meet and 
greet time. Some eating, some drinking, a lot of 
flirting and posturing for later sexual activities.
Over looking the main room was a second floor balcony. 
From what she could remember of Brian's stories the 
bedrooms were all upstairs. 

Judy came by and asked her to follow another couple up 
the stairs and to the balcony. It was now more crowed 
than before below. On the balcony the DJ's equipment 
left only a small area where she could reach the 
railing. She tried to count the people, but had a hard 
time. Her best guess was about 35-40 people in the room 
below and a good dozen elsewhere. When Cooper finally 
came into the room, Judy rushed down to get him and 
returned with him in tow.
 
Using the DJ's mic Judy formally opened the party "Good 
evening friends. I say friends because I'm quite sure 
I've had sex with each and every one of you on more 
than one occasion."
 
This brought hoots and claps.
 
"We want to welcome two new couples to our party. One 
you will recognize from the photos on the walls from 
our annual staff cruise. Cooper, whom many of you know, 
is an architect at Martin's firm and his lovely and 
wonton wife Bonnie. As you can all see, they both are 
open to all sorts of fun, so get your reservations in 
early."
 
The applause from below excited Bonnie, here she was on 
display and all these people were potential sex 
partners. Here she could openly try anything she 
wanted. This would be a night to remember. Judy then 
introduced the other new couple and then the DJ for the 
evening.
 
"The hot tub is open as well as the pool, which is 
wonderfully warm. Remember, both are nude only. I'm 
sure that is bad news to all you prudes tonight."
Laughter
 
"There are four guest bedrooms up here. And there are 
plenty of condoms around. Please don't leave them on 
the floor, it's kinda nasty, even for someone who loves 
cum as much as I do, to step on a cold squishy rubber. 
We don't care where you fuck, but please no body fluids 
on the furniture... or drapes, or walls..."
Laughter
 
"On a serious note remember: No mean no and what 
happens here stays here. So be free to have fun and 
don't leave until you have."
 
Applause
 
The music and dancing began immediately. Bonnie was the 
dance fan, so Cooper slid into the billiard room, but 
it was much to crowded for his taste, and he wasn't too 
comfortable with the photos of him having sex with men. 
He saw a woman he recognized as the wife Walter 
Douglas, of one of his former co-workers who now ran 
his own small firm in South Carolina. She looked as 
uncomfortable as he felt. Her husband was nowhere to be 
seen. 

This did not surprise Cooper, more than once he had 
heard Walter brag about his sexual exploits with young 
women, even though he had been married for twenty years 
back when they'd worked together. Though Walter was not 
someone Cooper had an interest in spending time with, 
his wife, as Cooper recalled was some sort of art 
professor and was very interesting. Thus when he saw 
her slip out the back door, he followed.
 
She had not gotten far when he called, "Amy! Amy 
Douglas!"
 
She turned and peered for a moment at him before saying 
with a stand offish voice "Hello Cooper."
 
Though he thought her tone unpleasant, he thought he'd 
press forward. He stood near enough now to talk in a 
hushed tone. "If your looking to hide from all this 
noise, there is a nice swinging bench over here," and 
he pointed to the shadows to his left.
 
She gave a skeptical look, like he was trying to put a 
move on her, but said "Thanks" and followed him under 
the pecan tree to the swing.
 
Cooper opened the conversations "I hate formal affairs 
in general, but this one takes the cake. Not only am I 
supposed to mingle with these stiffs, I get the 
distinct impression I'm supposed to have sex with them 
as well. If I had known this is what was going to 
happen I would have found an excuse to stay home."
That seemed to be the right thing to say. In the dim 
light he could see her face brighten. "I thought I was 
the only one who felt that way."
 
It seemed that Amy had known of her husband's 
infidelities for years before they had been invited on 
the employee trip three years ago. Like Bonnie, she had 
been given the inside scoop by her husband's secretary. 
She had planned on simply pretending to get sick and 
let Walter go, but at the last moment she had decided 
to go and enjoy. And enjoy she did, to Walter's dismay. 
He clearly was uncomfortable watching her have sex with 
other men. 

But to her, that had been a one off thing: a pay back 
for his years of infidelity. It was when she came to 
this same party three years ago did she understand what 
was expected.

"There were not nearly so many pictures on the wall as 
there are this year." She said "But to walk into that 
room and see a nude photo of me right on the wall. I 
just wanted to die"
 
Cooper laughed "Don't think me crass, but I was just 
happy the photo of me didn't make my penis look too 
small."
 
She laughed, "Boobs and dicks; everyone thinks theirs 
is too small; but, I saw several of your photos, you 
are plenty well endowed. Definitely bigger than Walt 
from what I saw. That's why I think he fucks around so 
much, to prove he's OK. "
"So, what did you do at that first party?" Cooper 
asked.
 
"I locked myself in one of the upstairs rooms and cried 
myself to sleep. When I woke up two hours later and 
told Walter I'd been having a threesome with two of the 
clients. We moved to South Carolina that summer and 
this is the first party we have been to since."
 
Cooper could see she was shivering, so he offered to go 
find a blanket. Once he returned they entered into a 
long conversation about art history and the art deco 
movement. It was during their talk on the Nazi 
influence in deco, that a group led by Heather came out 
to the pool, discarded their cloths and dove into the 
steaming pool. Once the pool was filled with the sounds 
of over a dozen people splashing, laughing and fucking 
it was hard to stay on the arcane points of art 
history. For a while they just watched. While they 
watched silently as a woman he did not know blow Joe 
Sergeant as he stood in the shallow end Amy said "I'm 
not saying I have been monogamous for the last three 
years. 

The University art crowd is a pretty libertine bunch. I 
don't know how they knew it, but within a week of the 
cruise one of my colleges invited me to a party where 
they all smoked pot and fucked right in front of each 
other. 

It seems I'd been at Augusta State for 5 years and had 
never been invited to one of their parties. I don't 
know how they knew I'd now be open to such activities. 
When I took the job at University of South Carolina I 
was invited to the art faculty's pre-semester 
bacchanal, which is just a Ph.D.'s word for an orgy. 

I've had a good number of clandestine lovers, including 
a neighbor of ours that Walter really likes; I've even 
gotten to really enjoy doing it in a room full of 
people. I just don't like the idea of Walter setting me 
up so he won't feel guilty about his fucking around."
 
"Does Walter know what you do?"
 
"Well I've denied it several times, just like he denies 
what he does; He knows full well I keep condoms in my 
purse even though I'm no longer ovulating, and, on 
occasion I'll drop a hint like coming home without my 
panties and making sure he is in the room when I 
undress. Still I don't tell him anything."
 
Cooper didn't remember her being so attractive. Hear 
shoulder length hair was salt and pepper, with much 
more salt than he remembered. Her face seemed softer 
and more attractive than he remembered. For a woman he 
knew must be pushing fifty she was trim, but not thin 
and wasted looking. Though he never remembered being 
attracted to her before, he certainly felt attracted 
here and now.

In the house Bonnie had been dancing for over an hour 
straight. As she danced the dress tended to gather 
between her legs which afforded her as good of freedom 
of movement as he had in jeans. 

That is whey she chose this dress. She liked to dance 
but generally hated the confining nature of dancing in 
skirts or pants. Of course the anther effect of this 
was that her legs, thighs and part of her ass was bare 
to be viewed and touched by those around her. 

Having never been to a party like this she was a bit 
surprised that the very first person she danced with, a 
nice looking middle aged man, immediately slipped his 
hand under her dress and cupped her ass, as did nearly 
every single person she danced with for the past hour. 
She had been groped by men and women, not just her 
butt, but at least half moved to her pussy and several 
slipped a finger in before she backed away.
 
After about the fifth person she realized that she and 
the Goldsmith woman were the newbies and that at the 
end of each song her partner thanked her for the dace 
and made room for someone else. Though she did like 
attention, she did not like the feeling that this was 
someone else's game and that she was clearly not in 
control. It was true that each time she pushed a hand 
out of her dress it left immediately and did not 
return. This allowed her to feel safe, but she just 
didn't like the fact someone else had set up the game 
with out her knowledge.

She had decided to take a break and get a bite to eat. 
She was now famished. She picked up a coke at the bar 
and was filling a small glass plate in the dining room 
when Judy glided in. Her gorgeous gown was looking a 
little disheveled, but she was in her element and 
glowed with delight.
 
"Bonnie, I hope your having a good time. This DJ is 
terrific, we found him about two years ago and have 
used him for every event since."
 
Bonnie still surveying the choices and filling her 
plate said "He's good, very danceable. And your home is 
amazing, what I've seen of it."
 
"Would you like a tour?"
 
"Sure, just let me get some of these shrimp first"
 
Judy laughed "Sure, LaCrests' caters my parties, the 
food is great. Of course this is the dinning room. As 
I'm sure you've guessed the photos are just for 
tonight. Feel free to take as many as you want. If they 
are group photos, just write your name on the back of 
the ones you want. It's first claim on those..."
She paused to look around the room. 

Like Cooper had noticed there were at least two dozen 
photos of the luau in this room. Some were more mundane 
such as the roasting of the pig, but the costume of the 
night, bare breasts and grass skirts made nearly all 
"R" rated. She was again pleased to see she did not 
look out of place with the young women. More were of 
the orgy itself than she would have thought possible, 
evidently some one besides Martin took photos.

"Who took these?" Bonnie said between bites of a cheese 
puff as she pointed to a group of photos of different 
couplings but most with Martin somewhere in the fore 
ground or back ground.
 
"I did. I knew Martin would want to fuck all night, but 
I'd put too much work into this to not have photos." 
Judy said picking up a plate for herself, "I 
particularly like the one to your left."
 
A poster sized print of Ramón and Heather shot through 
the flame licks. He was on his knees holding her pelvis 
to his by the hips as she lay back with a look of 
ecstasy on her face. They both still had on their grass 
skirts so the whole thing looked so very primitive. 
Next to that photo was an 8X10 of her in the same 
throws of orgasm from Martin's ministrations. She was a 
little surprised that next to that photo was one of 
Martin giving Ramón head, "So, I guess everyone here is 
cool with the bi stuff?"
 
"Oh yea," Judy replied. "I'm pretty sure that both 
Martin has done most of the men here, so yea, guys 
doing guys is no problem." Then pointing to the 23X30 
print of Bonnie holding Cooper's penis as Judy lowered 
onto it "I already have your name on this one, you have 
to take it."
 
"Yea we will."
 
"Come on, it's early enough that the bedrooms may not 
have been wrecked yet."

She went out the far door of the dining room to a short 
foyer, to the right it lead back to the main room, a 
set of swinging doors to the front were propped open 
showing a large well equipped kitchen with it's own 
small table. After lusting after the kitchen Bonnie 
turned right, just past the dining room, was Martin's 
study. It was done dark paneling with a full wall of 
books, many models of buildings and in the center in a 
glass case held a three foot scale model of the San 
Denero. Judy said "This is Martin's life, architecture 
and his boat. He really loves that boat. He keeps 
promising to cut back on work so we can spend more time 
sailing. We are beginning to plan for a round the world 
trip, just he and I, before we get to decrepit to try 
it"
 
"Sounds like fun, but could you do it without Ramon?"
 
"Yea we could, but I thing in the end it will be he and 
I and Ramon and Heather and Brian; if we really do it 
at all" Leaving the study at the end of the foyer was a 
sign above the entryway: Billiard room. Judy said "I 
just call it the game room, Billiard Room sounds so 
pretentious."
 
As Cooper had seen it was a huge room again with dark 
paneled walls and a hardwood floor. It had a full sized 
pool table, two pinball machines, a large wooden bar 
(manned by a scantily clad female bartender), a couple 
of leather couches and a huge screen TV (showing a 
montage of video sex clips from the cruise). On the 
walls were a good hundred 8x10 photos from the trip, 
nearly all of active sex. There were a few large 
photos; one of Judy from the last night of the cruise 
with Cooper and Brian buried in her pussy at the same 
time.

In the room were some dozen people in the room, Tina 
was shooting pool with a tall young guy, others were 
playing pinball or just sitting around talking watching 
the video.
 
"I never saw a video camera on the trip." Bonnie told 
Judy "Martin's new camera can take up to 30 seconds of 
video as well as stills. That is why this is a montage, 
rather than just one long video," Judy answered as they 
looked up on the screen where it just happed that a 
clip of Bonnie going down on Judy was showing. Bonnie 
felt herself turn red as several voices said "All right 
ladies," and one guys said "What an ass," as the camera 
panned over her upturned rear end.

Judy not to be the slightest bit intimidated, "Well 
ladies, she does give first rate head, but I'm afraid 
you'll have to fight Tina for first dibs on her 
talents."
 
Tina added "Oh, yea," in a throaty voice.
 
They headed out the door to the patio just as Heather 
and her group were noisily dropping the last of their 
cloths and diving into the pool.
 
"You will have to try the pool, it is so wonderful 
swimming in that heated pool on cold nights." They did 
not see Cooper and Amy as they talked under the big 
tree. As they crossed the patio, they came under the 
glow of the etched glass windows into what Judy called 
the family room (where the dance was going on), Judy 
pointed out the pool house. The pool house could have 
easily housed a family of four. One end was a glass 
garden room and the lights inside showed a large, 
unoccupied, hot tub. With it built into the ground, it 
looked like a small indoor version of the swimming 
pool, if it weren't for the bubbles.

"In an hour the hot tub will be full, and stay full 
until dawn" Judy said as she opened one of the French 
doors where by they reentered the house. "Here let me 
show you the upstairs."
 
From the balcony there was a hallway with two doors on 
each side, and a set of double doors at the rear. At 
first Bonnie thought the photos on the wall were like 
those, of their cruise, but on closer inspection they 
were of different people. The were individual and group 
photos, taken on the San Dinero and at various 
Caribbean locals. Unlike the photos downstairs all of 
the subjects were clothed. Before Bonnie could 
formulate an idea of what they were of Judy said "This 
is our hall of fame. We keep a couple of photo from 
each cruse on this hall." 

Motioning to the pictures she said, "I call this end of 
the hall, the prudes and the further you go down you 
get the nudes."
 
And sure enough she was right. The wall space from the 
beginning of the hall to the first door had people 
bedecked in Bermuda shorts and one piece swimsuits. The 
area from between the first set of doors and the second 
had people in much less; tiny bikinis, thongs, and 
toward the far end topless and naked rear ends, but no 
full frontal nudity. Past the second door all the 
photos were nudes and the last few feet also showed 
people engaging in sex. 

"You see, the photos downstairs are not permanent and 
when we have more conservative guests we have them stay 
in the first set of rooms. More open minded ones stay 
further back.

Swinging open the door to one of the rooms she ushered 
Bonnie inside and said "The four guest rooms are mostly 
alike, and by morning will all be occupied, generally 
with three or four people in each bed."
 
The rooms were as large as the master bedroom in their 
house and just as Brain had said, all had king sized 
bed with mirrors above and a bowl of condoms on the end 
table. The photo themes from the walls outside followed 
insider the rooms; additionally over the headboard of 
each room was an oil painting of Judy. In the first two 
rooms the paintings were suggestive and the back two 
were full nudes.

The master bedroom was overwhelming. It was more a 
suite than a bedroom. In addition to the king sized 
bed, dressing area, private bathroom and walk-in 
closet, was a sting area with couch, loveseat and 
coffee table in front of a picture window that 
overlooked the pool and woods beyond.
 
The room was decorated in what could only be described 
as Naked Judy. There was a marble bust of Judy (showing 
her bust of course), there were several more paintings 
of Judy and one wall held a huge collage of photos of 
Judy.
 
Bonnie began to look at the collage and Judy said "It's 
after 10:00 so I'm going to change if its OK with you?"
 
Bonnie said "Sure, I'm looking at these photos." How 
old are they?"
"Most of those are from my teens and early twenties."
 
Bonnie looked closely the collage was a good six feet 
square, containing many hundreds of photos. From 
Polaroid's to 8x10's.
 
In all of them she looked young with smaller but not 
small (natural) boobs.
From behind her Judy continued as she changed "The 
oldest photos were from my first nude photo shoot. My 
friends and used our fake I.D.'s and posed for some 
freelance photographer. He paid us $100 each. I was 16. 
I don't know what happened to most of those photos." 
She reached over Bonnie's shoulder and pointed to a 
faded black and white of a studio shot of very young 
teenage Judy fully nude standing on a small pedestal 
"That is the only one I have left"
 
"That was my only professionally done nudes until I was 
nineteen. The others from when I was in High School 
were done with a Polaroid camera. My friends and I shot 
them of each other and gave them to our boyfriends. I 
had quite a reputation as a slut in high school, but of 
course it was entirely true I've liked sex from the 
first time I talked my next-door neighbor into fucking 
me. 

"Well really it happened before that. It was a Junior 
High dance. My date, Timmy Haskins, wanted to finger 
me. I was thirteen and wasn't really interested in 
that, I hadn't even masturbated yet. But snuck out of 
the gym and hid in a classroom. 

"We started kissing. 

"He put his hand under my skirt, I almost made him stop 
but I liked the kissing, so he first started rubbing my 
panties, and to my surprise it felt good so when he 
pulled them aside and touched my pussy, it felt so good 
I let him go on. The kissing was getting better and I 
was, for the first time in my life, really getting 
turned on. 

"I could tell he was trying to put a finger in me but 
was having trouble. So I took his middle finger and 
pushed it in my little pussy. He tried to take it out 
but I held it in as we kept kissing. I didn't know what 
was happening, now I know I was building to an orgasm. 
He finally freaked and jerked loose and ran off. I was 
so mad, it felt so good but incomplete."
 
"I didn't know anything about playing with myself or 
doing it with girls, I thought a boy had to do me. I 
went through several boyfriends, but I scared all of 
them off by trying to get them to fuck me. Junior high 
boys love talking about sex but they are just nor ready 
do to the deed, or at least our generation wasn't. It 
was the next year when I talked Tommy, the kid who 
lived next door to my mom and me in the apartments into 
fucking me. 

"At first it scared him, but after that we did that 
first time, we did it for a good hour every day until 
his mom got home from work. It felt great, but I never 
came. That lasted until spring break when his mom 
caught us. She threw a fit and forbid Tommy from 
talking to me every again. I was barley 14 and already 
crushed and sexually frustrated. 

"That summer a new girl moved into the apartment 
complex. Adriana Vasquez, she was my age but way more 
advanced sexually. Her body was more developed, she 
dressed to get attention and she went with, and had sex 
with, high school guys. She also introduced me to the 
world of Sapphic love. The first week she moved in she 
brought me to my first orgasm."
 
"That whole little story was to say after that man took 
photos of Adriana and I, we started taking photos of 
each other naked. I gave a lot of them away, but here 
is one, and another, and here is another." She said as 
she pointed out the photos. Bonnie looked at the photos 
and couldn't imagine having her friend take naked 
photos of her at that age.
 
"Damn, I still thought babies came from a cabbage patch 
at that age" Bonnie laughed.
 
"Well come on, lets get this party started." Judy said 
and Bonnie followed her out of the room, noticing she 
could clearly see Judy's ass through the sheer material 
of the robe she had put on. Bonnie supposed this was 
when the party moved into high gear.
 
They stood on the balcony until the song finished then 
Judy took the DJ"s mic.

"OK, it's time to welcome our newcomers and to say 
Happy Birthday to everyone who has had a birthday this 
month. So, pull out the chairs. Find our two new 
couples."
 
Evidently every one knew what to do. A dozen or so 
folding chairs appeared in the middle of the room. 
Bonnie was ushered to one of the seats.
 
Outside under the pecan tree, Cooper could feel Amy 
searching for the zipper to his slacks as the kissed 
with tenderness and passion. She had surprised him when 
she went from talking about having sex to leaning 
forward to kiss him. Her hand on his crotch had brought 
his erection up to full staff in a matter of seconds. 
He slid his hand up her leg as she began to tug at the 
thin piece of metal.
 
"Cooper! Cooper!, You out here?" A voice boomed across 
the patio. At first the words did not register. After 
they did he quickly decided to ignore them. Then the 
parent in him worried something was wrong at home. He 
released Amy and said "Yea, I'm here."
 
The voice responded "Your wanted inside."
 
He looked at Amy who's hand held his penis firmly 
through the fabric, "I'm sorry."

"That's OK, you better go" she said in a soft voice.
 
Inside the brightness and noise was painful after the 
quite outside. He, like Bonnie had been, was ushered to 
a chair. The unused chairs had been removed, leaving a 
total of nine occupied chairs arranged back to back in 
the center of the room. At Judy's direction blindfolds 
were placed on those in seats and a song started and 
the people standing surrounded the chairs and began to 
dance around them I a slow circle. As they moved people 
peeled off the group and gave an impromptu lap dance. 
It was no surprise to Cooper that as this progressed 
women and men jostled to get the opportunity to lap 
dance Bonnie.
 
Bonnie loved the fight for her attention. She in the 
first few minutes she had a number of nice boobs rubbed 
on her face, and passionate kisses. An attractive woman 
had lowered her top and offered her nipples which 
Bonnie took in her mouth with only a little 
trepidation. She felt soft hands push her legs apart 
followed by the feeling of wet tongue on her labia. The 
woman in front was gone and a new set of tits were in 
her mouth. The smooth face between her legs was 
replaced with a bearded one; a man now pushed his 
tongue up into her snatch. By the time the song ended 
she did not know how many tits she had sucked or how 
many people had tasted her juices.
 
For Cooper the experience had been stranger and didn't 
end with the last note of the song. Halfway through he 
had a woman move her tits from Bonnie to him for a 
moment and the woman who had been down between Bonnie's 
legs, with no introduction unzipped Coopers' pants and 
coxed his prick out of the fly, then took his stiff 
tool down to it's base in her mouth. Moments later, the 
same smooth face was replaced by the same rough face 
began to work on his sex as it had Bonnie's. 

Unlike her he knew exactly how many different tits he 
had sucked, and how many mouths had been on his dick, 
tough he could not be sure about the gender of all 
those mouths.

After the dance, a nice looking, but not gorgeous woman 
who looked to be in her late forty's offered to help 
him back into his jeans. "because I didn't ask before 
pulling then down" and gave him a wicked smile. She was 
vaguely familiar but he couldn't place her. Once in his 
jeans she introduced herself as Colleen Duncan, with 
Harris, Duncan & Jervy, a law firm in Tallahassee with 
witch they worked with when doing business in Florida. 

The man beside her was considerably younger, young 
enough to be her son, and very handsome. She laughed 
when she saw a puzzled look on Cooper's face. "This is 
my boy-toy, you don't think I want to bring my geezer 
of a husband to a party like this. No way."
 
Cooper now saw, this powerful female lawyer brought her 
young boyfriend just like the men brought their girls.
 
She continued "Yep, I'm a true feminist. I was the 
first woman in Florida to be named to the appellate 
court and then was co-founder of the second largest law 
firm in Tallahassee. So I'm entitled to my perks. Since 
you were blindfolded, he follows me, I was the first to 
go under your wife's dress and then I pulled your dick 
out, so he did her after me and then did you. That's 
way I love him." Through this he just stood and said 
nothing.
 
She motioned him to follow and soon they were in one of 
the upstairs bedrooms dropping their cloths. Cooper 
still off-balance stood naked as she wrapped her arms 
around him and began kissing him. From behind he felt 
her boyfriend's naked body pressing against him, a hard 
shaft pushed between his ass cheeks. She kissed hard 
and fast. He tried to reciprocate but realized he was 
in their hands and just hung on for the ride. He felt 
the hard and insistent penis sliding up and down 
between his cheeks. He knew full well it would be 
moments before that penis found his ass hole and drove 
into him.

Meekly Cooper said "Condom"
 
The arms behind him released but Colleen continued the 
hard kissing and began to stroke his penis. He heard 
the condom wrapper rip open. With out warning, she 
broke the kiss and pushed him over on the bed. She 
pulled the dress over her head revealing a fine, but 
not young body. She oddly wore no panties, but did have 
her full breasts in a lace bra. She stepped onto the 
bed and mounted him, pushing his penis all the way in 
to her very loose lips, with one motion. She stroked 
fast and hard until her boyfriend finished donning the 
condom. He walked behind Cooper where his feet still 
dangled off the bed. She literally sprang off Cooper's 
dick and twisted placing her now very wet pussy on his 
face, facing his feet. She gripped his penis and said 
to her boyfriend "Taste me". This was the first word 
she had said since they came upstairs. Though Cooper's 
eyes were blocked by the woman's ass, he knew full well 
the blow job he was getting was from the man.
 
She then began to talk continually to him "Deep throat 
him." "Lick his balls", "put your tongue in his ass", 
"move over I want some of that dick". For some time 
they shared his penis before she said "Sick it in"
 
He knew was coming as his feet were lifted and spread. 
He tried to relax, that would make it go easier, but he 
couldn't. The big head of this guy's penis struggled to 
penetrate the tight spicier mussels. But penetrate it 
did, causing more than a slight amount of pain as the 
thick tube filled his ass. This penis was defiantly 
bigger than any he had had in before; though still not 
as large as the dildo that Bonnie had had up him just 
last week. But she had put it in slower and careful, 
this guy just rammed it in with all the force he could. 
The penis stayed buried only long enough for Colleen 
and her boy to kiss deeply and her to tell him how much 
she loved him.
 
Cooper focused on eating her pussy. It was very smooth 
with thick lips. When the stoking began he drove his 
tongue in her as far as he could. The real pain didn't 
last long, and soon he was fully enjoying the hard 
fucking he was getting with only a moderate discomfort 
lasting until he later took that thing out of him. 

She leaned forward to suck Cooper while her boyfriend 
worked. Now in the 69 position he could see up into the 
ceiling mirror. It was quite a sight. His legs spread 
as this man's ass went back and forth with each stroke. 
It was not long before the pace quickened then the man 
buried his penis as far in as it would go as he 
climaxed.
 
He kept up work on her clit for a very short time more 
before her thighs pressed in on his head and her hips 
shook hard though several waves of orgasm before she 
rolled off him. She lay on her back panting hard. For 
the first time since she spoke downstairs she addressed 
Cooper. "Not bad pussy licking Cooper. Why don't you 
get on me and finish up."
 
Cooper felling very much like he'd been their sex toy, 
thought of Amy and said "No, but thanks for the offer 
tough."
 
Colleen and her boyfriend quickly dressed and left 
saying no more. He lay there on the bed; his shirt and 
bowtie still in place, no pants or underwear, but his 
socks still on. His ass hurt some but not bad. From the 
time they had gone up the stairs till the time the 
others left the room was less than fifteen minutes. An 
intense fifteen minutes to be sure, but still just a 
quarter hour. He'd been the sex toy of that couple. An 
odd experience for Cooper, he could see why a woman 
might be offended or hurt, but for a rather dull middle 
aged guy it was quite an experience.
 
He dressed and went down to look for Amy.
 
Looking down from the balcony he could see Bonnie was 
having a good time. She had lost her dress so now she 
wore just the corset and stockings. As she wore no 
underwear, her smooth mound was available for viewing 
and groping to all present. But at the time he was 
watching, she was wiggling such that no one could keep 
a hand on if they tried. That is not to say she did not 
have admirers.
 
She wasn't the only one who had slimmed down their 
attire. Some must have brought lingerie to change into 
because several of the women were in lingerie of one 
sort of another, but Bonnie was the only one who was 
baring her goods for all.
 
Outside he found Amy was sitting by herself on the 
swing, just the place he had left her. He sat down not 
sure what to say. She spoke first "I'd about decided 
you were not coming back."
 
"I'm sorry"
 
"No don't be. I know this must be hard on you, this is 
your boss and his most important contacts. That puts 
you a tuff position." 
 
"Yea, I do feel a bit like Martin's pawn."
 
"That's why I hate these parties; there are clearly the 
power people and the powerless people." Amy said in a 
down beat tone. Then for some reason he felt free to 
tell her about what had just happened and how Colleen 
was clearly the master and it did not appear she was 
very interested in either Cooper's of her boyfriend's 
desires."
 
"Entertainment for LeMarco's contacts. That's all we 
are" she said bitterly.

"But to be fair, there are people who just enjoy the 
freedom to enjoy themselves." Cooper responded 
"Earlier, I was out here and two middle aged people, 
both powerful and wealthy snuck out, not seeing me, and 
had a tryst. It was clearly a meeting of equals for the 
purpose of pleasure alone. That can't be all bad."
 
"I agree, a party like this could be done in a way that 
is more egalitarian, but it isn't." she said "that's my 
point"

They sat for a while, then she said "Lets get in the 
hot tub before it fills up, I'm getting cold"
 
Hand in hand they walked the couple of hundred feet to 
the glass enclosed room of the hot tub. Surprisingly it 
was still completely unoccupied. It was quite a shock 
to move from the crisp cold air outside to the hot 
humid air of this glass room. Their were racks to lay 
out their cloths with out getting wrinkled. And this 
time Cooper did take off his shirt and bowtie.
Nude Amy, carefully laid out her dress on the rack. To 
Cooper, her attraction lay in the fact she was a real 
woman. Sure her body wasn't as firm as Tina's, but his 
wasn't' either. Her hips were ample, but not big as was 
her bust that drooped a little.
 
The water was indeed hot. At first it was rather 
uncomfortable, but as Cooper and Colleen settled in and 
turned on the bubbles, it was extremely relaxing. Amy 
settled into the crook of Cooper's arm. For a long time 
they did not speak. Her hand wrapped around his penis 
brought it back to full form, and he cupped one breast 
with the hand over her shoulder. She turned and put her 
lips to his and slowly ran her tongue inside his mouth.
 
"I can taste her. It's nice."
 
She kissed him again this time it lingered. Then she 
said "It's funny. I don't normally go down on women, 
but I love to taste them on men. And I love going down 
on a guy after he has been in a woman. That taste of 
woman and man mixed is a real turn on"
 
Cooper grinned and she snapped "What are you grinning 
at? Do you think I'm sick?"
 
Still grinning "No, its that looking back on the cruise 
I decided I like that too. Either going down on a woman 
who a man has ejaculated in or, thought I don't 
consider myself bisexual, I found I also like going 
down on a penis that has been in a woman, and letting 
him climax is such a turn-on, though I would puke if 
the same guy tried to kiss me. Strange." 
 
She leaned over and kissed him again. Without breaking 
the kiss she brought her leg over to straddle him and 
guided him into her body with the hand that had been 
stroking his penis. Once settled filmy on him she broke 
the kiss "When I'm at parties, and have sex with I 
might have sex with as many as three men in a night. 
While I do, I often fantasize that Walter were there 
watching me. And on nights when he comes home late, and 
I'm sure he's with anther woman I wish he would just 
come home and tell me about it while I taste her on his 
cock. But no, he always denies what he as been doing, 
other than on the trip we took with the LeMarco's he 
has never admitted doing other women. Though I know 
full well he has not been faithful to me for even one 
year, probably one month, in the nineteen years we've 
been married."
 
When she finished talking she resumed kissing him and 
slowly rocking her hips.

The door to the garden room opened and in walked the 
woman who had been giving Sam head in the pool, 
followed by two men Cooper did not know. Evidently 
coming from the swimming pool, they were wet, naked and 
shivering. The men both sported full erections.
 
Cooper had to remind himself this private moment he was 
having was in a very public place. Amy broke her kiss 
long enough to look around and then resumed with 
increased intensity.
 
The new comers had clearly been drinking and were more 
than a little buzzed. They were loud as they stumbled 
into the water and even louder when they realized how 
hot it was. So the three settled on doing it on one of 
the teak benches, she lay on her back while one man 
fucked her pussy and the other fucked her mouth. She 
was very pretty and young with clearly enhanced 
breasts; she must be the mistress of one of the 
business owners here.
 
Cooper and Amy continued their deep kissing and slow 
love making. Occasionally Cooper peeked to the upward 
to see what the others were doing. It was odd looking 
up them because with the surface of the water almost a 
foot below the ground level, Cooper had to look up and 
to the right. At some point the men had moved the girl 
to her hands and knees, but both stayed were they were.
 
The water splashed as someone's feet entered the tub. 
Cooper looked and it was the man who had been fucking 
the girl. He sat on the edge of the tub dangling his 
feet in the water. He was at least sixty, but clearly 
still strong and virile, and his unusually large penis 
was still nearly completely erect. 

He began to talk in a very southern voice, though 
neither Cooper nor Amy acknowledged him. "That little 
wife of mine could fuck an army and still keep going. 
That night I met her in Vegas at the Construction Trade 
Show. Damn I knew she was hot the first time I saw her 
on that stage. At first she wouldn't come back to the 
hotel with me, but a hand full of Franklins changed her 
mind. 

"I can hold it up for ever and nearly always wear out 
the honey's before I quit, but this vixen and I fucked 
till morning and when my buddy came to my room to be 
sure I was on time for my presentation, she had his 
pants off and was riding him before I could blink an 
eye. That's when I knew this was the women for me. We 
got married that very night and we've been fucking like 
rabbits ever since."

Amy broke the kiss again and turned her head "That must 
be James Turner" when she was far enough to see him 
"You old lecher".
 
She stopped rocking her hips and turned to Cooper "This 
is James Turner of Turner and Associates, winner of the 
Pritsker Prize of 1973, and the worst womanizer I've 
ever known. He gave Walter his first job after college, 
we were newly weds. Of course that did not keep this 
pervert from trying to get me in my pants they very 
first time he got me alone."
 
She lifted off of Cooper, "Here slide down a little" 
she said as she turned around and sitting down on her 
knees facing the center of the tub, guided Cooper's 
penis back into her.
 
Mr. Turner watched intently as she began rocking on 
Cooper again. Then said "And did I succeed? I'm sorry I 
can't remember every employee's wife I seduced. Damn I 
have a hard enough time remembering the names of my 
wives"
 
"I must say you did, twice. I felt so guilty and 
sluttish. But I've never forgotten you. No woman 
forgets you and your amazing endowment. Come on over 
here." She said "Look at him, he just fucked till he 
came and he is still hard."

She got up, off Cooper and leaned into Mr. Turner's 
erection taking the first five inches of it in her 
mouth. He was easily eight or nine inches long. She 
took the unused portion in her hand and began to lick 
up the shaft and suckled the head for a moment before 
letting go. She said "Umm, very good" then stood up at 
him and said in a sharp tone "How dare you forget 
fucking me."

"Well good lady, it was a long time ago and I am 72 
years old," he said in a kind voice.
 
She said wistfully, "Yes, it was a long time ago." as 
she snuggled beside Cooper, wrapping a hand around his 
erection.
 
Amy looked over to the other man who was now on top of 
the very young Mrs. Turner as she lay on the bench 
fucking her for all he was worth. "She is pretty"
And she was, as far as Cooper could see, blond, not 
more than twenty five, firm ass, large plastic tits.
 
"Oh yes she is," Mr. Turner replied. "Suzie, come over 
her please. I want to meet an old friend."
 
Inside the house Bonnie was dripping sweat as she 
danced and danced and danced. She thought the DJ was 
better than most she had heard in clubs. 

It would be a new experience she thought. True she had 
had sex in front of everyone on the cruise, but that 
was a small group. Here she was almost in a public 
place with most of the people around her strangers. She 
had seen most of the people from the cruise, but 
currently only Mandy was in the room. She was not 
surprised this time at the hands on her ass and when 
she danced close, fingers slipping up into her wet 
cunny; After all, it was on display and this, as she 
now realized was a swingers party.

And it wasn't like she hadn't done her share of 
groping. She grabbed assess (of both sexes), a couple 
of tits and several bulges in guys pants. Her favorite 
thing to do was to bump and grind. Not too long with 
any one person. Sliding her bare pussy up a woman's leg 
or back against the bulge in a guy's pants. She had 
felt a hard, bare cock, pressed between her cheeks a 
bit ago, but slipped away leaving the guy cold. 

Her arousal had been in high gear for over an hour and 
she was afraid she might start dripping on the floor at 
any moment. She was ready for her next opportunity. As 
she was in high heels it did not come as a great 
surprise when grinding on back on a shorter guys her 
pussy hit the top of their contained erections. She saw 
a good looking guy to the side watching her.

She danced his way and waved for him to join. He 
hesitated then moved slowly her way. Wanting a faster 
response she grabbed his hand and pulled hard. He began 
moving in front of her stepping forward she pulled him 
close and pushed her clit hard into his leg. With her 
heels she was a tiny bit taller than him so she slid 
slightly to the side to rub on the outside of his 
thigh. 

She knew it was time. She deftly drew down the zipper 
of his finely tailored slacks, through the fly of his 
boxers and gripped his penis. Of course it was hard. 
She pulled it through the opening and stroked for a 
moment before letting him go twisting around. She 
ground her bare ass hard, forcing the shaft between her 
buns. She felt his arms reach around and pull her 
close.
 
She looked around and many eyes were on her. No one 
near had missed her pulling the man's penis out. She 
knew she was wet and thought it would work with out 
breaking rhythm, but was not sure. She liked that 
everyone was dressed and looking at her nudity, at her 
sex. As the song continued she leaned forward as she 
pushed back. She could feel the head sliding lower on 
her ass. 

Then pushing up to her tiptoes, the head slid forward 
into the cleft between her legs, she shook her ass 
until it had found it's way between her lips, then down 
and back. She drove the shaft home into her as she 
danced. His hands held firmly on her waist as she began 
to rock her hips side to side and dance as usual except 
she was bound to her new partner in a physical way. She 
was the center of attention and relished every second 
of it.
 
She looked up and a plain looking, heavy set woman had 
moved in front of her. Her low cut gown barley head her 
full breast in check. Her eyes did not look at Bonnie, 
but over her shoulder to the man who was moving with 
her rhythm, expertly keeping his tool deep in even as 
they moved slowly around the room. The woman got very 
close and leaned over to kiss the man. Though the music 
was loud, Bonnie could clearly hear the voice in her 
ear. "I love you. I'll watch you for a while more, then 
I'm going upstairs with Joe Sergeant and a couple other 
guys. Join us if you want when you're done." Then she 
walked away.

She heard the man's voice, "That was my wife Trixie." 
Then after a moment he added "Oh, I'm Richard Rice. 
Your husband and I worked on BB&T Tower project 
together."
 
For a moment she thought on the idea that she was 
fucking a guy before she did even know his name. It was 
so slutty, so sexy. She could tell many eyes were on 
her as she and the man moved in unison. A man and woman 
danced near them, stealing glances. Boldly she said 
"This is so good" He was hitting just the right spot, 
that and with the thrill of having strangers watch her 
fuck brought about a surprise. Without realizing she 
was doing so, she had reached the point of orgasm. She 
looked for something to brace herself against as she 
knew what was happening. There was nothing and her legs 
began shaking violently as the orgasm overtook her. It 
was so very powerful. She felt legs giving way, then 
hands grasping her arms and holding her up.
 
The first crest passed over. She looked up to see the 
face of the tall grey haired man that she had been 
teasing earlier holding her against his chest. The man 
behind was now pounding furiously and a second orgasm 
was sweeping in like a tsunami. She pushed her lips to 
the lips in front of her, driving in her tongue as the 
first wave of orgasm hit.
 
By the time it was over she felt limp. The man behind 
was gone and the grey haired man led her to a chair. 
She felt him guide her down, not to the chair but to 
his lap. His lap that now had an exposed penis. She did 
not object as he lowered her on his pole as they both 
sat. Her, still facing him straddling him and the 
chair; she breathed hard as he lay her head on his 
shoulder. She felt the previous man's semen squeezed 
out by the new intrusion. He felt good inside.

"Hi girl, I see you've found new friends," Mandy's 
voice came from behind her.

Bonnie lifted her head slightly, "Were not friends 
until he at least tells me his name."
 
"Oh, fucking men before you know their name. You have 
come a long way," Mandy rejoined.
 
"My name is Melton. Melton Carver," came the deep voice 
of the gentleman she was riding.
 
"Well you and Melton have fun, I'm going up stairs. I 
think there is a big group thing going on in Martin and 
Judy's bedroom." Mandy said as she walked off.

"And you are Bonnie, I believe." He continued, "So are 
we friends now?"

Bonnie having recovered somewhat from the powerful 
orgasms laughed. "Yea, I guess so" she said and they 
launched into light conversation as she rocked back and 
forth on his pelvis. Once again that feeling of being a 
sex goddess returned. She loved to be watched and 
desired as she had sex with men. She thought it was 
funny that although she did like sex with women, she 
never got this feeling of power and sexual energy 
unless she was with a man. 

As she only was half listening as she spoke, she was 
more focused on seeing who was watching and on her 
building orgasm. It took her a little while to realize 
what felt unusual about riding him. After some time she 
realized he was shaved as smooth as she was. She slid 
back on forth, smooth skin to smooth skin. It was like 
nothing she had felt before, very erotic. Adding to the 
excitement was the knowledge that the slick surface on 
which she was sliding her clit back and forth, was the 
cum of the first guy which had been pressed out of her 
cunt by the new occupant.
 
Her thigh muscles began to tense, she knew it would be 
soon.
 
The hot tub was full almost now. Cooper and Amy had 
been joined by Heather and Kelvin (her date who looked 
as young as she), Miriam Goldsmith, Maxine Thurman, her 
boy toy (who looked the same age as Heather and her 
date, but very buff with a notably large penis that 
seem forever hard), and Richard Rice. Mr. Turner had 
left some time after his wife and the unknown man 
headed back to the pool. Amy had insisted that he use 
his great tool on her before he left.

Cooper felt very inadequate when she bent over next to 
him and he sunk it almost all the way in not inches 
from his face. Looking at that shaft his seemed 
childishly small, thought it was, from the dicks he had 
seen tonight larger than about half of them, including 
Heather's date's and the man who had been doing Mrs. 
Turner, and he knew it to be bigger than both the 
LeMarco's. He figured that is what average meant, some 
were bigger and some were smaller. He would have to 
just do his best with what he had.
 
She clearly enjoyed his ministrations, but did not 
continue for very long before she pulled away and told 
him how good it felt then said "If you see my husband 
inside, please let him know how much I liked you and 
ask him to come out. I would very much like him to 
watch Cooper get me off."
 
When he had left she told Cooper "I hope I wasn't being 
presumptuous by saying I want Walter to see us have 
sex? We've had a nice evening together and I want him 
to know I choose with whom I have sex."
 
Cooper appreciated her concern, but assured her he did 
not mind. He rather liked the idea of Walter, who had 
more than one insinuated that he was more manly than 
Cooper, watching him sthoop his wife.
 
By the time Bonnie began riding Melton inside, Heather 
in the hot tub was just finishing the story of Cooper 
being a "Virtual Virgin" at the luau to the enjoyment 
of the all present. After which Amy began a story of a 
real virgin as she 'sat' in Cooper's lap.
 
"A couple of years back," Amy began. "I had a graduate 
assistant who really was a virgin. You see, had 
completed both his Bachelors and Masters of Fine arts 
at Bob Jones University; which is, if you don't know 
the most conservative Christian campus in the country. 
They are so archaic that in their museum of Religious 
Art, they still paint fig leaves on nudes in their art 
gallery.

"When I interviewed him for the position, I told him 
that the lack of nude figure drawings in his portfolio 
was a conspicuous deficiency. When he told me his 
training had not included that I told him that at USC 
that was part of the courses he would teach and that 
unlike Bob Jones, we have students with many moral view 
points, all of which is legitimately expressed in art. 
He assured me he wanted to teach how to express not 
what to express. I was wary, but two things swayed me. 
First he was he was incredibly talented and an 
experienced teacher. Second was he was, to die for 
gorgeous. I mean one of those guys that wet panties 
everywhere he goes."
 
I assigned him both an intro class and an intermediate 
drawing class, which I knew was about one third nude 
figure stuff. I made a point to be "observing" the 
first day he had a nude model. You never saw a teacher 
so intent on his students as he was that day. When she 
dropped her robe I thought he would simply run out of 
the room screaming. I really don't' think he got one 
good look at the, rather attractive, model. But he 
adapted OK, I stopped in to critique his students one 
day about a month later and he appeared if not 
completely comfortable, he did not turn pale when she 
disrobed. I began to think we could convert this six 
foot blond hunk of Christian Conservative to our 
libertine ways."
 
"The previous year a college and a friend and I had 
been awarded a Christmas term trip to Brazil to study 
indigenous art forms. There was room for six on the 
team and as our new resident expert on Christian 
religious art I invited Daniel, that is his name, to 
come with us. I knew who was going with us and was sure 
this trip would tax our virgin stud's morals."
 
"Poor Daniel, he was so naive. About a week before we 
were to go he mentioned in passing that he had to go 
out and get a swim suit. I told him I didn't plan on 
taking one. He thought I meant I didn't plan on 
swimming. Of course I was going to swim, but who needs 
as suit to do that?"
 
The group in the tub laughed.
 
"The University of Brasilia put us up in a in a Villa 
overlooking the river. It was a wonderful place, we had 
a month of intense studies planned, long hours with 
some difficult travel, touring ruins and museums and 
hands on practice in local techniques. The villa was 
large and we all had a bedroom, but we shared two 
bathrooms. This must have been poor Daniel's first big 
hint this group was not made up of Baptist. I guess it 
was our second full day. We had toured the National 
museum until it closed then had a three hour round 
table meeting with our counterparts. It was like past 
ten when we got home and we were all beat. I quickly 
claimed first dibs on the shower. 

"When I finished I toweled off and used wrapped my hair 
up turban style. I honestly was not trying to shock the 
poor kid when I walked across the villa's common room 
wearing only the towel on my head. I had been on 
several trips like this with the others and we are 
always casual that way. You gotta realize that like 
most places in Brazil, the villa was not air 
conditioned and it was summer there. I was most 
defiantly not looked to get laid, I was beat. I didn't 
even pack any sleep wear knowing this, so I was just 
going to crash."

"Though shock was not my intent, it was the result. He 
and one of my good buddy's Jim Peterson, were cooling 
their heels waiting for their turn. Daniel's back was 
to me and when Jim saw me he gets this excited grin. I 
set him straight by telling him their will be plenty of 
time for that, but I'm beat tonight. Daniel turned and 
almost dropped his glass when he saw me. I'm not 
exaggerating when I say his jaw hit his chest and his 
eyes were big as saucers. For my part, I unexpectedly 
felt an erotic thrill. By the time I made it to my room 
I was completely turned on. 

"I started to just play with myself, but reconsidered 
Jim's look and returned to the common room, this time 
with out the turban. Daniel was gone, but now Cass, 
from Duke, who co-wrote the grant with me was in the 
room. She was much more modest, her towel was around 
her waist instead of on her head because she has very 
short hair. Jim assumed he had no chance with her, she 
is a very public militant lesbian, though her bare 
breast were within his reach. 

"What he didn't know is that thought her relationships 
were always with women, in private Cass was fully 
bisexual enjoying the pleasure of either type of 
genitalia that was near by. I slipped up behind her and 
slapped her ass then told her I would like to borrow 
Jim for a quick fuck before I crashed. Of course she 
was non-phased, since she had seen me riding more than 
a few of her friends at parties, and though I'm 
generally hetero she and I have also ridden her a 
couple of times. 

"Once in the room I did decide to shock Daniel. I went 
immediately pulled off Jim's pants and went down on him 
until I heard the shower shut off. Jim thought nothing 
of the fact I'd left the door open and so when Daniel 
passed by my room on the way to his, their was no way 
he could miss the fact that in the semi dark room Jim 
was on top of me fucking for all he was worth. And 
nasty me made sure to be noisy just as he walked past."

"The next day Daniel was very quite. I felt a little 
guilty for imposing on his religious beliefs so much. 
But not so guilty as to put any more than panties on 
that night as I walked from the shower. I don't claim 
to look anything like you Heather, damn I didn't look 
like you 20 years ago."
 
Heather and Maxine both cut her off insisting she was 
so very pretty. Cooper added his agreement "You are a 
very attractive. No offence to Heather, but there is a 
beauty of a grown woman that can't be had at twenty."
 
"Well thank you very much" Amy leaned back to kissed 
him softly then said "I wasn't fishing for compliments, 
what I was going to say was that to a twenty two year 
old virgin, a forty year old me looked good. The second 
night he took a good long look before scurrying away to 
his room. But it was our first day off, I don't 
remember if it was a Saturday or a Sunday. 

"We all slept in I thought I was the first up. It was 
hot when I crawled out of bed, I remember it 
distinctly, I lay on top of the sheets considering what 
to wear for several minutes before pulling on a pair of 
cut offs. I half stumbled into the common room to which 
the kitchen was attached."
 
"I smelled the fresh Brazilian coffee before I even got 
into the room. I knew I wasn't the first to be up. In 
the main room was everyone but me and every one was 
more or less dressed. At first I hesitated but I 
thought what the hell, we were artists, why was a pair 
of middle aged boobs a big deal. After breakfast, I 
suggested we try out the villa's pool, this put Daniel 
in an uncomfortable position."
 
"There were six of us; Jim and Cass and I were full 
professors who have spent many a day naked together. 
Ken was an assistant professor from Duke that Cass 
assumed was gay until her mid-summer madness party 
which had turned to an orgy, at which he demonstrated 
he like his mentor Cass, had an equal appreciation of 
both cock and pussy. So he wasn't at all shocked. Dawn 
and Daniel were both graduate assistants. 

"Dawn was Cass's assistant and they had been messing 
around together for several months, though from what 
Cass had told me it was just for fun and Cass had a 
boyfriend. Only poor Daniel was out of the loop. No one 
else had even brought a swim suite so when I suggested 
we go swimming, that meant in the buff to everyone but 
him. It left him as the odd man out in his swim trunks. 

"After a few minutes he swam over to me and said he 
didn't mean to be a prude but he simply was not 
comfortable taking off his trunks. I told him that he 
should follow his own path, not ours. Though that tent 
I could see in his trunks made me want to see what it 
as hiding."
 
"Nothing but a little sexy play happened during that 
afternoon, but it set the stage for fun latter. The 
pace was a little less grueling the next week so we 
were getting home with enough energy to make sleeping 
two by two worth while. Though there was no plan to do 
so, after that week there became a pattern that we 
didn't sleep with the same person any two nights in a 
row. And following the example of that second night, 
doors were never closed.

"One of the funniest nights was late that second week, 
Daniel and I were going over some notes we had taken 
and discussing their classroom use when from Jim's room 
we heard the bed began to tap on the wall in the 
unmistakable rhythm of sex; Next moans, not soft, but 
full bodied moans began coming from Cass's room. 

"We tried to keep working but it was impossible when we 
heard Dawn's voice coming from Jim's room in a string 
of expletives as she evidently had an orgasm followed 
shortly by Cass who was doing the same. Daniel was 
shifting in his seat trying to hide his erection and 
for a moment I thought he would jump me then and there, 
but just stumbled over words. I broke the ice when I 
told him "So much for Cass being a dyed in the wool 
exclusive lesbian."

He laughed and now had the opening to say quietly 
"Until last week I've never heard anyone have sex 
before" were upon I pushed the issue forward by saying 
that it is much better to watch. I think the words I 
used were "It is a beautiful thing to watch."

He was intrigued and quite turned on so but when I 
suggested we go in and watch I was surprised he said 
no; but I noticed his no was not very firm." "The next 
day we just so happened to tour a museum of indigenous 
art that had a series of clay figurines of the earth 
goddess having sex with mortal men. I made a point to 
Daniel that the Christian view of sex as dirty is 
unusual, most religious traditions see sex as beautiful 
and spiritual. 

"I could tell he was shifting his view when as we 
talked he pointed out that the book of Song of Solomon 
is an ode to the beauty of sex, but most Christians 
ignore it. We took a two day trip to San Palo, which 
kept us very busy. It seemed whenever we were alone Dan 
and I kept coming back to the discussion of sex as 
ascetically and artistically beautiful, no he kept 
coming back to the topic. It seemed obvious to me that 
he had found an artistic excuse to become included in 
the sex play.

"We had four days off of our studies for Christmas. It 
was the afternoon of Christmas Eve and we were all just 
talking in the common room. I brought up the subject of 
love making as a subject of art. I was not surprised 
when they all said it was an excellent subject. I was 
surprised that only Cass and I had actually painted 
from a live couple having sex. The others said they 
worked from photographs. I told them that photos can 
not portray the intensity and passion of the live act."
 
"I asked Ken if he would like to model with me, when he 
agreed I suggested everyone get their sketch gear and 
if Jim would give Ken one of his Viagra tablets. Of 
course Jim first denied having any and Ken insisted he 
would not need any but I called Jim on his lie and 
assured Ken he would need it before we, and the artist 
were done."
 
"In short order Ken and I were in our birthday suits on 
the couch while our friends began sketching. This time 
Daniel made no attempt to slide away. But rather he put 
on the same face I'd seen him use the day he had the 
nude model in his classroom. No doubt he was determined 
to approach this as dispassionately as he would a bowl 
of fruit. For the next hour and a half he kept that 
same grim look as Ken and I made slow but passionate 
love. As we began I suggested they approach this in a 
figurative sense, rather than a literal sense, 
capturing the essence of the entire act rather than a 
photo realistic freeze frame."
 
"It was a real turn on for me to have those fine artist 
working to capture me as I made love. But of course it 
wasn't me who had to keep an erection for almost two 
hours, but thanks to his youth and the little blue 
pill, he did. He even stayed hard as several times we 
were asked to stay in a certain position while someone 
made a sketch. I remember that I made a point to give 
Daniel a clear view when after a long period of fore-
play I put Ken's penis in me the first time. I don't 
remember how many times I came, but I was certainly 
more than three. It was one of the most memorable 
sexual experiences of my life. Not as much because Ken 
was big or especially talented, but just the 
circumstances."

"It didn't turn into an orgy though. Everyone got 
consumed with their work that long after Ken and I 
collapsed. That night though, Cass and Dawn threw some 
pillows on the floor and demonstrated the beauty of 
Sapphic love making for a second set of sketches. For 
the next three weeks nearly every evening one couple, 
or a threesome acted as models for the others. 

"Before we left Brazil, between the six of us we had 
the makings for what became a full exhibit. Over the 
next year we all filled out our sketches into 
paintings, sculpture and mixed media into a full 
exhibit we called "Passion in the Amazon". It took us 
another year to find the right gallery to pick it up, 
but it is now scheduled to open in New York next 
summer."
 
"The next day, Christmas day, was kinda a downer. We 
all missed our families but it hit Daniel hardest, I 
guess he was the youngest and the most attached to his 
family. Calls home only seemed to make it worse. To top 
it all of it was the hottest most humid day we had yet. 
After our Christmas dinner of pork roast we all slipped 
into the pool to relax. 

"To our surprise Daniel, with out saying a word, slips 
off his short and boxers and steps into the pool. His 
surprise turned what was not at all a sexual time, into 
something different. It seems I wasn't the only one 
wanting to get into Daniel's pants. It had completely 
missed me that he and Dawn, as the two grad assistants 
had spent a good deal of time together, would be the 
most likely coupling."
 
"At first he kept some distance between himself and any 
of us, but little Dawn pushed it. I told you earlier 
that he is gorgeous, let me tell you now he looked 
amazing in the buff. Iron buns and a perfectly shaped 
phallus rising out of his blond pubs. Contrasting him, 
Dawn is well, is a nerdy wall flower; short but not 
really petite. She has reddish brown hair and, to put 
it generously, a small but curvy figure; round ass, 
thick waist and heavy breasts. She is the classic "nice 
girl" that all the guys love but don't think to ask 
out. In that pool however, she was the only woman not 
old enough to be his mother and she was naked. 

"She moved right in and began to try to dunk him, which 
of course was a ploy to create accidental body contact. 
Her ploy worked. It didn't take her ten minutes to move 
from dunking to playing grab the dick, which was now 
fully erect. From there it took half as long to move to 
stroking it as they kissed and from there he got, as he 
later said, that first blow job he'd been dreaming of 
since he was in Junior High."
 
"Like many wall flowers, Dawn had long ago mastered how 
to keep a boy's attention using her oral skills. She 
wasn't some clumsy slut who just gobbled down the meat, 
no she was an artist and the four of us were as 
entranced as Daniel was as she showed herself to be a 
master of giving head. She worked up and down the 
shaft, each time stopping short of the head. 

"She worked over his balls at length before deigning to 
wrap her lips around the head which already had a shine 
of pre-cum on top. It didn't surprise me when no sooner 
had she taken the last millimeter into his mouth that 
that his eyes got big and his face contorted as he 
started to cum. She held on as his hips bucked up and 
down, never moving from her lip grip on the base of his 
penis. What was really amazing was that even after he 
had clearly finished she didn't move. Afterward I asked 
her and she said she was using her tongue and mouth 
muscles to stimulate him back to erection. And that she 
did in short order. In the lull, Jim took it upon 
himself to begin diddling my clit between his fingers."
 
"I've never seen anyone do what she did. She held all 
of his dick in her mouth until he was fully hard again. 
Now that wasn't very long but it was amazing all the 
same. She had been blowing him as he sat on the top 
steps out of the pool. When she moved her kisses up his 
stomach to his chest and then to his lips he was so 
green that he didn't realize she as moving up to be 
fucked until she her vulva pushed down on his pelvic 
bone. He was all the way in her before he realized that 
she wanted to have intercourse. 

"I think that is the only time I've seen a guy do it 
for the first time. We all were thrilled, well I know 
Jim Ken were because soon they speared us like a fish 
with their built in harpoons. We didn't get dressed 
until we went out for dinner the next day. Thanks to 
the staying power of the young men and a whole bottle 
of Viagra for Jim we had a sex marathon that I don't 
think I've equaled to this day."
 
Amy's story had enraptured the audience, and as she 
ended Miriam Goldsmith, who had been caressing Maxine's 
boy's staff, got up, moved over his lap and sunk down 
filling herself with his organ. Maxine didn't seem to 
notice because Richard had buried his face between her 
thighs. Once settled on the boy, Miriam said "Tell us 
more about your show in New York, what gallery?"
 
Amy was clearly happy someone was interested in her 
art, and replied "It's going to be at the New York 
Artists Guild Gallery starting July 8th. I had 
certainly not meant to start all this when I suggested 
they sketch Ken and I. I was just trying to make a 
point to Daniel, and even after that it was just for 
fun. But sometime in the third week in Brazil we 
invited several of Brazilian artists who had helped us 
to the villa and on a whim, made it into a mini show of 
our best sketches of both the sex and of the amazing 
flora of the Amazon basin. 

They loved our sketches; they thought they caught the 
sprit of the fertility of the jungle both literally, in 
the plant drawings, and metaphorically in the erotic 
drawings. That night after the visitors left we had a 
long talk about what they had said. Once given the 
idea, we quickly saw that we had the seeds of something 
exciting. The last week had already been left free to 
focus on the things that we found most useful. After 
spending the weekend working on a unified approach, and 
of course taking turns modeling love making for each 
other, we decided this may be the most important thing 
we had discovered on the trip. 

That last week we spent a good amount of time in the 
jungles. One of the artists who had seen our work, when 
they heard we were going to pursue that for our last 
week offered both to take us to some great spots to 
draw, and that he and some friends would love to model 
for us right in the jungle. We had agreed that we would 
work up a full collection of works with a fertility 
theme based on combining the two types of drawings we 
had made. Now we had the ability to physically see love 
making in the living rain forest."
 
"It was very exciting. We worked on a feverish pitch 
moving from sketches to colored charcoal, to 
watercolors and even some impressionistic work with 
oils and acrylic. We agreed to use the vibrant pallet 
of Brazil in with a postmodern approach. By the time we 
left we had a good dozen clearly laid-out works and 
anther two dozen foundations. 

"Though we first said it in jest, I do believe that 
like LSD was the lubricant for the Warhol Factory art 
scene, the pervasive sexual behavior of those last 
three weeks became the lubricant for our creativity. We 
plan to have an even 100 pieces by the time the show 
opens. Some are our original sketches others are wall 
seized acrylic extravaganzas, and Ken has produced six 
amazing sculptures."
 
"Opening night will be the first time we've all been 
together since we took different flights out of Atlanta 
at the end of the trip. We already have a great write 
up by NY Arts Magazine that will come out just before 
the show. We are trying to build some excitement in the 
art community by previewing pieces to some influential 
friends and friends of friends. We have received some 
rave reviews, but are asking everyone to keep from 
publishing until the end of this semester. I know I'm a 
tenured professor, but I know this will create a stir 
in Columbia.
 
Maxine, who did not appear to be listening opened her 
eyes. "Oh yes it will. I sure am glad you're now in 
South Carolina, I surely don't' want to fight such a 
battle as this will cause. I can just read the 
headlines now 'USC Professor Makes Porn Art'."
 
Amy who did not know Maxine was chairman of the Georgia 
Arts Commission asked "Would it be indiscreet to ask 
why you would have to fight such a battle?"
Maxine thought a moment and said "Let's say I spent a 
good deal of time trying to keep artist's supported 
while not attracting the ire of the conservatives who 
use that very defense as a club to limit freedom of 
expression"
 
Cooper knew what she meant because he knew who she was, 
but he wasn't sure Amy did.
 
"OK," Amy said uncertainly.
 
"But," Maxine said "If you don't mind, I'll give the 
heads up to some more open minded friends in your state 
so they can have an answer ready when they get pounced 
upon. How explicit are your paintings?, and the others 
done by people at USC?"
 
"That's the kicker by the time the exhibit opens I'll 
be the only one left at USC. My photos are on one hand 
very explicit in that it shows phalluses in bodily 
orifices and people in the throws of sexual ecstasy, 
but at the same time they are not explicit because 
those people and body parts are often painted as 
flowers, vines or leaves. And sure, if that would help 
please do. I know as a tenured professor I can't be 
fired outright, but it could cause me much grief."
With that, Amy closed her eyes and resumed riding 
Cooper.
 
They had no gotten started, when Cooper felt her freeze 
up. The familiar voice of Amy's husband, Walter came 
from the back side of the bath house. "Quite a story, 
too bad I only caught the last of it." As he eased over 
to the hot tub."
After a moment of hesitation, Amy resumed her slow 
rocking on Cooper. He knew Walter would soon have a 
clear view of what was happening as he moved to stand 
directly behind Cooper, looking down.
 
"Well Honey, It was quite a trip," she said with a hint 
of sarcasm. "Too bad I didn't get to see you in action. 
I bet you were great." He replied with a bit more 
sarcasm.
 
Amy began to aggressively rock and roll on Cooper 
before saying, "I'm always great." Then changing to a 
much more pleasant tone "and I always have wished you 
were there watching me."
 
Though Cooper could not see his face his tone betrayed 
he was taken off guard. "Really, why?"
 
"Because you're my husband and whether you know it our 
not I would like you there when I have sex. Just like 
I'd like to be there to watch you have have sex with 
your girlfriends."
 
Now clearly incredulous, "Really?"
 
"Yes really, now get off those cloths and get in and 
watch me and Cooper."
Inside the house Bonnie was busy working on a plate of 
fresh fruit in the game room. Judy had kindly provided 
her with a face towel while she was still busy with 
Melton. Though she hadn't needed it with him because 
his erection gave out before he came, she sat on it 
none the less, she did not want to goo up the furniture 
by sitting on it. For the moment she was alone on the 
couch. Having parried several offers to play, by 
truthfully saying she was hungry and wanted to rest for 
a while. It was now almost midnight and she had been 
either dancing or fucking for over two hours.
 
As she sat, on the big screen TV was what was evidently 
video from a previous cruise. She recognized Martin, 
Judy, Brian and a younger, more timid, Mandy. She 
started to nod off, she hand' realized how tiered she 
was.

She woke with a start. Tina was beside her. "Well 
woman, you zonking already?"
"No, No," Bonnie responded. "I just nodded off. I guess 
I was a little warn out from dancing"
 
With an air of excitement Tina said "Are you up for 
some real fun, I recruited the three best looking guys 
here to join us upstairs." Still groggy, but intrigued 
"the best looking?"
 
"Oh yea, and I can tell from experience two are 
amazing."
Though she had just about decided that she was done for 
the night, she couldn't resist this. And besides, she 
had been looking forward to playing with Tina all week. 
So up the stairs they went, and into the second door on 
the right, which they left open half way. This was the 
way to tell people they were free to watch, but the 
play group was full. On the sized bed a hard bodied 
young man, perhaps 25, lay stroking on his back, his 
penis was no were to be seen as it was down the throat 
of a man with salt an pepper hair. Tina gestured to the 
man "What did I say? I barrowed the young guy from a 
female exec who is busy for a while, the guy giving him 
head is a contractor we use a lot."
 
"But you said three?" Bonnie asked.
 
"They will be here in a few minutes. I fished them from 
the swimming pool but Steve was just getting here and 
to quote him exactly 'wanted to eat a few oysters 
before eating bearded clams' but I assured him both our 
clams are quite beardless."
 
Bonnie let out a small laugh before adding "Well he'd 
better say we taste better than oysters or he's not 
sticking his dick in my clam."
 
Tina had just finished helping Bonnie out of her corset 
when the door opened and in walked a tall distinguished 
looking man that appeared to be in his mid forty's. He 
was dressed in a very expensive looking suit and 
sported a close cropped salt and pepper beard. He 
scanned the room, not showing the slightest surprise at 
the two men doing a double deep throat in the 69 
position.
 
"Well Tina, introduce me to your friend." He said with 
a very slight accent that sounded like English or Irish 
to Bonnie "I started looking at her photos down stairs 
and decided I'd skip the second round of oysters."
 
"Well, keep this a private party" Tina said shut the 
door "for now."
 
Forty five minutes later the door opened and Steve left 
to find more food. The other two men had left shortly 
before. On the bed Bonnie's thighs were clamped tight 
on Tina's head as she shuddered with each orgasmic wave 
brought on by Tina's ministrations. After she simply 
could not take any more she released her grip and 
pushed Tina's mouth off of her mound. "No more, I'll go 
through the roof."
 
Tina sat up with a satisfied grin. "You know It's never 
enough until it's too much."
 
"Well, that last bit was too much, so I guess it was 
enough." Bonnie said as she flopped on the pillow.
 
Tina added "for now," and she leaned over and kissed 
Bonnie.
 
Bonnie could taste the cum on her lips and was sure 
Tina could taste the same on her. She could feel the 
cold sticky stuff all over her body. Tina knew who to 
invite. All three guys were like fucking machines and 
between the three of them Bonnie had taken a load in 
each of her bodily orifices and on her tits. While she 
didn't know how many Tina took she had seen Steve 
clearly cum in her mouth and the young guy laid a huge 
load on her tits and stomach. This last orgasm made an 
even half dozen for her, and she was wrung out. She 
responded to Tina's kiss but was glad she soon sat up.
 
"Let's go relax in the pool," Tina said as he hopped up 
and walked to the door with more energy than Bonnie 
though possible after that bout of high intensity sex. 
But, Tina was, after all much younger and in excellent 
physical shape. Bonnie was, on the other hand, a full 
time mom who's idea of a work out was carrying 20 bags 
of groceries from the car.
 
With a mighty effort she swung her, still weak, legs 
off the bed. As she sat up she felt semen ooze out of 
both her vagina and rectum.
"Getting it from two guys at once his hot, but damn, I 
should have remembered it makes it hard to walk 
afterward" Bonnie said to no one in particular.
Tina stood at the open door with her hand out. The 
still wet semen shone in the light across many parts of 
her naked body. "Looks like you are as sticky as I am" 
she said as she took Tina's hand.
 
Down below, Cooper and the others had moved to the 
swimming pool some time ago. With Walter watching him 
fuck his wife, Cooper didn't last ten minutes before 
his arousal became uncontainable and he felt surge 
after surge of semen filling Amy. What made it even 
harder to stay in control was that while she rode him 
she gave an explicit account of how she and one of 
their neighbors had fucked her right in their bed just 
last week when she had a day off. She told her husband 
"Remember you said the sheets were wet and I said I had 
spilled Sprite on the bed. Well that was where I had 
sat up and Carl Hamilton's semen had dripped out of 
me." Clearly Walter wasn't too upset because he stroked 
his woody and watched intently as she rode Cooper.
 
Once he had cum, Cooper realized how it had become in 
the enclosed hot tub room and suggested they head 
outdoors to the pool. It was there, in the pool that 
Bonnie found her husband some time latter. The cold dry 
air griped her skin as she crossed the large area of 
pebbled cement before entering the foggy air that 
floated above the water. The pool had a good twenty 
people relaxing in the steaming warm water in groups of 
four and five. Only one couple, two women, were making 
out, the rest were just talking. She waved to Heather, 
Brian and Mandy who were talking to someone she didn't 
know. The warm water felt great as she waded deeper 
into the water. Wading up to Cooper she wrapped her 
arms around him and kissed him on the neck.
 
With her mouth to his ear she whispered, "So husband, 
have you been having a good time?"
 
"Let's say it's been unusual," he whispered back.
 
"You getting tired"?
 
"Yea, a little," he answered. "I hate it we got split 
up. It really isn't as fun doing this with out you."
 
Bonnie appreciated the sentiment. Thought a moment, 
then although she was tired and was about to suggest 
they get ready to leave, said, "Do you want me to grab 
someone for a threesome before we go?"
 
Cooper who was also getting a little tired said "I 
don't know. What do you want to do?"
 
She was still standing behind him reached around and 
grabbed his penis. It was half hard. She wasn't' sure 
he was ready, so she tested him. She whispered "How 
about you and I take turns sucking on a hard cock. You 
can watch me suck it all down then I'll watch you take 
the prick and suck hard. Then you can hold it while it 
slides into my sloppy cunt. Afterward you can eat the 
cum out of my pussy." As she spoke she felt his penis 
swell, she knew he was ready. She looked around the 
pool for a likely candidate. She looked back over to 
the man with Heather, Brian and Mandy. She swam to the 
other side of the pool.

"Yea guys."
 
Brian was first to respond "We to took a break from 
fucking long enough to be sociable"
 
Heather added "You were so hot on the dace floor. Even 
with these parties it is a turn on to see fucking right 
in the middle of the dancing."
Bonnie was a bit embarrassed by the praise from what 
she considered three incredibly hot people. "Thanks, it 
was fun"
 
"So how many notches on you pussy tonight?" Brian 
persisted
It took her a moment to realize what he meant. "Five, 
plus Tina if girls count"
Heather laughed "Yes girls count. Six, you've been 
busy. Doesn't that like increase your life time total 
by about 30%?"
 
"Yea, I guess it does. But I came over to talk to Mr. 
Kiser" Bonnie explained
"It's Gunter" he said with a thick German accent "Call 
me Gunter."

"Well Gunter," Bonnie said. "My husband and I..."
 
"Here it comes," Heather said.
 
"Number seven," Mandy joined.
 
"...we would both like to suck that very nice looking 
dick..." 
 
"Kind of straight forwarded of you," Mandy added.
 
"...and then maybe you could fuck both of us," She 
finished.
 
The others laughed and Gunter said. "How can I say no 
to that?" 

"OK, meet us in the hot tub room in five minutes."
 
The others continued hooting and making obscene 
comments as she swam to get Cooper.
 
With out telling him what she had said she got Cooper 
to follow. When they entered the hot tub room Gunter 
was there, but so was Heather, Mandy, Brian, and 
several others from the office that both Bonnie and 
Cooper recognized.
Bonnie walked right up the small crowed of people 
standing around the room that now seemed small. "So you 
want a show? OK I'll give you one." With that she took 
Gunter by the hand and led him to one of the slatted 
benches. After having Cooper get several towels from 
the cabinet, she laid one on the slats and one on ether 
side.
 
"OK, Gunter, just lay down and relax," Bonnie said and 
soon she began taking long strokes with her tongue on 
the shaft. Then she motioned for Cooper to follow 
suite. Together they took turns licking then mouth 
fucking him until Bonnie thought he might blow. The 
entire time their audience, who had now filled the hot 
tub, made suggestions and lewd comments. Bonnie, now a 
firm exhibitionist, played up the role. And when she 
finally mounted her prostrated friend, she put on a 
show worthy of the most celebrated porn star; grinding 
and moaning and squeezing her breasts.
 
"Cooper I want you to fuck my ass while I ride him" She 
said it plenty loud for every one to hear. Cooper, had 
never done DP with his wife jumped to look in the 
locker for some lube. He didn't find any, and was 
surprised when she said he wouldn't need any. She was 
right, his penis slipped right past the sphincter 
muscle with surprising ease. He didn't yet know that 
she had not only had two different men in there in the 
last hour and one's left plenty of semen to act as a 
lube for Cooper. 

But inside he had to share the space with Gunter's cock 
which filled her. He could clearly feel the ridge of 
the head as he slowly stroked in and out. It felt so 
very good. He was glad he had cum already, her moaning 
and squirming still made holding off of cumming again 
incredibility difficult. If it weren't for the fact 
that he had emptied the last drop of semen into Amy he 
would have cum no matter how he tried to resist.
 
For Bonnie's part she made no effort to resist the 
building orgasm. She had resolved to show them orgasms 
if she had t fake it, but that was not necessary. Like 
exhibitionism, she decided that being fucked by two men 
at once was something she really enjoyed, though she 
would never have thought so until she had done it a few 
times. That first time with the men on the beach, she 
thought was a fluke, but now as she felt her husband 
standing behind her driving his penis into her ass 
while a stranger's dick occupied her cunt, she knew 
this would make her cum. And she was cumming hard. She 
didn't hold back on the scream that welled up within 
her as every muscle from her waist to her knees 
contracted at once. Clamping down hard on the twin 
shafts that filled her so much, she thought she 
couldn't ever be so full again.
 
When she began to scream Cooper stopped momentarily, 
but when he made out the words "Yyyyyeeeesss 
fuuuuukkkkk!" he knew she was having an orgasm to 
remember. It was only then he realized that the 
sphincter mussel had now gripped his dick so tight he 
could hardly move it. And to both Cooper and Bonnie, it 
seemed the orgasm when on and on and on. Finally she 
fell to Gunter's chest and said in a deathlike voice 
"Stop", whereupon Cooper held his rigid tool still in 
her ass.
Laying there she knew why the French call orgasm's the 
Petite Morte or little death, She had never in her life 
had an orgasm like that, and that that very moment she 
wasn't sure she wanted another. She was oblivious to 
the cheers from the audience. She just wanted to breath 
and not move.
 
An hour later Cooper watched the endless parade of 
white stripes as he drove the car down the dark 
highway. They would get home before dawn, he thought, 
but not much before. They had hardly spoken since 
getting into the car. He was very tired but his mind 
was full of jumbled and conflicting thoughts. He tried 
sorting them out to say something articulate to Bonnie. 
The night had some fun moments, but also many things of 
concern. How could he rectify his revulsion at the fact 
the party had clearly been designed to use sex to help 
the LeMarco's business. Not just sex in a vague 
theoretical since, but Martin had clearly set Bonnie 
and him up as de-facto prostitutes for rich and 
influential people. Not only had he and Bonnie been 
used, but Tina and a dozen other employees. No matter 
how liberal his view on sex were becoming, this was 
beyond the pale.
Bonnie who had been thinking the same types of things 
broke the long silence. "Well?"
 
"Well what?" he asked "Did you have fun?"
 
"Yea, I guess I did?"
 
"That's an awfully tepid answer coming home from an 
orgy."
 
"The sex was fun, especially there at the end with you 
and that German guy. Yea, that was hot."
 
"Liked fucking my ass did you?" she cut in.
 
"It's not that."
 
"So you didn't like it, it seemed to me you really were 
getting into it, or were you faking?
"No, it felt great. But, what made it special was it 
was us doing him together. It was much better than the 
guy upstairs."
 
Bonnie's attention turned from the road ahead and 
looked over to her husband "The guy upstairs?"
 
"Yea, I got fucked by this lawyer woman's boy toy while 
she watched" He said then gave a run down what had 
happened during and after the welcome song. He 
concluded by saying "There was something hot about 
being used for sex, but her attitude of superiority 
made me feel a little disrespected. So it was mixed 
bag. I certainly wouldn't want to make someone else 
feel that way."

"Wow!" Bonnie said sarcastically. "My husband is a real 
slut puppy."

"Yea, that's right, people are lining up to fuck me, 
I'm the new sex symbol of Georgia," Cooper chucked. 
"And what were you doing all night woman? You just 
disappeared."

"Oh I danced for a long time. After a while I got hot 
and took off the dress and danced in my corset and 
stockings."
 
"But you didn't wear panties," Cooper reminded her.
 
"Nope, I was on full display" She rejoined with 
confidence "For a good hour everyone but me was 
clothed, It was so sexy to be the only one showing on 
the dace floor. Then when I finally got turned on 
enough I h got a guy move from dirty dancing to real 
fuck dancing I felt like the queen of the world."
"Fuck dancing?"
 
"Yea. You've seen me bump and grind and how it looks 
like clothed sex. Well, I picked out this guy, you know 
him Richard Rice, I pulled out his prick and I danced 
with him with it in me. It was so hot. I came twice 
standing right there on the dace floor, and a few 
minutes latter sitting on another guy's prick in a 
chair, but still in the room with the dancers."
 
"So you did three guys tonight? Pretty busy of you," 
Cooper said.

"Oh, I did six. Tina and I did three guys upstairs, but 
that wasn't as fun. It's not that they weren't good, 
they were. And it isn't' like I don't like doing it 
with Tina because I do. Oh, before I forget she will be 
spending the night next Friday. Tina picked out three 
guys she said were really good, and they were, It's 
just I didn't like the feeling I was competing with 
Tina. She is so good looking and so good in bed. I 
didn't like being the extra while she was the star. 
 
"I don't mean to sound like a narcissist, but I like 
being the center of attention. That's why I came so 
hard on the dace floor and even harder when you and 
Gunter were doing me together by the hot tub. I could 
have asked him to meet us in the house, but I wanted to 
be watched while I done by you and him at the same 
time. That is something else I definitely like, doing 
two guys at once. I like sucking while being fucked and 
even better like one in my pussy and one in my ass. I'm 
sure you could tell how easy your dick went in my ass 
that you weren't the first in there."
 
Cooper now realized why she didn't need lube and it was 
so easy to enter her ass. But he said nothing as she 
continued "I got doubled twice in an hour by those 
guys. OK, I guess I did have fun, like I can't even 
remember how many orgasms worth. By the time we were 
done both Tina and I were covered with sticky cold 
semen. It was sexy while we were fucking, but kinda 
gross by the time they guys were gone."
 
Again they drove in silence for a good while then 
Cooper tried to articulate what he was thinking. "The 
sex was good, but I just didn't like the fact that the 
point of the party was to make money for the LeMarco's. 
It's one thing to believe in sex as a fun party 
activity for adults, but to use sex as a tool for 
profit is jus not right. That what Amy and I talked 
about."

Bonnie cut him short "Amy who?"
 
"Amy Douglass, you know her, Walter's wife, the art 
professor. We got to know each other better while you 
danced, and fucked, inside." She nodded her head 
knowingly "And how well did you get to know her" a pang 
of jealousy hit her.
"We talked for a good two hours, she is really very 
interesting and she already knew what we found out 
about these parties."
"and did you fuck her"
 
Cooper was a little flustered "Well yea, after a while. 
Does that upset you"
"No, just asking" she lied, because though she knew she 
had been much wilder than he, it bothered her that he 
was saying how interesting this woman was than he had 
fucked with out her being present.
 
Cooper thought it best to stick to the subject, but 
noted her obvious jealousy. "But I just am not 
comfortable with the premise of these business sex 
parities. I think that this undermines our whole belief 
that sex is not dirty and should be out in the open. By 
using people, he makes sex dirty and by hiding the fact 
it is business he reinforces the desire to make it 
secret."
 
Bonnie was still a bit peeved about Amy so she 
challenged him "So are you saying we should just tell 
the world that we fuck around?" "I'm saying that Mr. 
LeMarco and his brand of free sex is as negative and 
shameful as the most anti-sex puritan or 
fundamentalist. They both have sex the way they want 
it, but use shame to keep it hidden. I'm saying it is 
time for a new voice of sexuality. The sexual 
revolution died out because it was based on hedonistic 
self pleasure, at the expense of others. 

"Someone needs to articulate a new view of sex. A sex 
positive view, that also includes our Christian values 
of respect for others feelings and of responsibly. We 
are willing to consider homosexual clergy, but the sex 
part itself has not been brought out of the closet. The 
homo part is public but not the sexual part. That makes 
no sense. It's not like we don't have a sex saturated 
society, it's just that we attach shame to what we do 
and drive it underground where it inevitably becomes 
dirty."
 
Bonnie was way too tired to get into a philosophical 
discussion "and what are you going to do about this 
world wide injustice?"
 
"I'm not sure, but I would like to have Amy over to 
discuss it." He could see her tense up "She will be 
opening a major art exhibit that futures sexual art. 
She is looking for supporters in what will surely be an 
uproar over the fact she teaches at the University of 
South Carolina. I'm just pondering writing an article 
for The Methodist Social Chronicle to present some new 
ideas. She wants to break down the secrecy of our 
already sexually open society. Maybe we can start a 
dialogue."
 
"Honey I'm just too tired to discuss this," Bonnie said 
with her eyes already closed.
 
 
END OF PART ONE

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