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In Search of the Final Freedom - 22
An Erotic Socio-Political Novel
By Pat Thomason (pat_tomason@hotmail.com)

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The long awaited adult party. Sexy stories give way to 
an orgy. (MF, exh, bi, swingers, orgy)


***

Chapter TWENTY-TWO

It was at the end of the third week in September, when 
Bonnie finally came home for good. 

She had talked to Cooper a few days before about what 
the doctor had said. Once Cooper, Trisha and Marcy had 
been tested it turned out she was the only one of that 
who had caught the STD. When she talked to Amy, she 
also got tested and was positive. Clearly they both had 
gotten it from Jim. 

Bonnie was ready for life to begin again. In the old 
world mourning might have lasted for a year, but for 
her a month was long enough. She was due to start her 
new job in Augusta: the next week. With help from 
Trisha and Sherry the work she had been doing was up-to 
date so she was free to invite the tanning group over 
for one last day in the sun.

Bonnie had come home on Monday but cleaning the house, 
doing the laundry and such kept her inside until 
Wednesday morning, a couple of hours before her friends 
were due. She had expected it to take some cleaning to 
get the place presentable, but upon going out to the 
pool area she was shocked. It seemed that with her in 
Tennessee and Cooper not making it home till past six 
each evening the Campbell pool had used after school by 
all sorts of teenagers as she latter found out, some 
who were just friends of friends that descended on the 
pool even when Misty was not home. 
 
She was fit to be tied. Evidently Cooper had not done 
one wit of supervision and just as bad, the back yard 
and pool area were nothing short of trashed. She found 
six pairs of panties, four pair of men's boxers and two 
bras in addition to the literally hundreds of condom 
wrappers and used condoms in the grass around the pool 
but she was most put out to find cigarette butts and a 
few crushed beer cans and two half smoked joints.

This would be dealt with, but she was just bagging the 
last of the trash when her friends began to arrive. The 
whole crew made it: Trisha, Sherry, Brandy, Jo Ann and 
Beth Ann. Marcy came and brought a friend Mia who 
taught at the High School with her. Though school was 
already in session, they both called in sick. A "mental 
health" day as Marcy called it. 

Mia, an olive skinned buxom woman in her late 30's, 
with hair and features indicative of her Italian 
decent. She had separated from her husband of twenty 
three years the previous winter and Marcy had been 
there as she worked through her grief. When asking 
Bonnie if she could bring her, Marcy said "When I got 
back from Miami she confided that she had been having 
sex with a man she had met just before the end of 
school. She is confused because she is doing things she 
had never done before. She's always been a good 
Catholic wife and mother, but now it seems she is, for 
the first time in her life, enjoying sex. I think she 
thinks she's the only grown woman and mother that does 
things like that. So, I told her that Mike and I were 
no longer monogamous but we are happily married and 
good church members. She seemed interested in our 
tanning group. I told her we all had been doing things 
we thought no one else would understand, but once we 
started talking we found everyone else was doing the 
same kind of stuff." Bonnie, extended an invitation but 
told Marcy to make sure she understood about the nature 
of our little group and the nudity.

The day at the pool was wonderfully relaxing and a 
break from the emotional stress she'd been under for 
weeks. The day was sunny and humid. Marcy arrived with 
Mia and to Bonnie's surprise, Mia hadn't even brought a 
swim suit and slipped out of her sun dress with out 
hesitation saying "I grew up in all girls schools, but 
it's been nearly thirty years since I did this thing 
last." Then looking down at her naked body she added 
"and the years sure show" which prompted a response 
from nearly everyone telling her she was very 
attractive.

Though not slim, she was attractive in a Rubinesque 
way, her large but not quite pendulous breasts were 
balanced by her wide hips and thighs. Her waist, while 
not small, was surprisingly narrow and firm in relation 
to her bust and hips. He olive skin, not having been 
exposed to the sun was still as dark as was Bonnie at 
the end of a summer of laying out.

The mood was still hushed and initially the talk was 
about Bonnie's loss and then discussion of other's who 
had lost loved ones. Shifting the subject Bonnie ranted 
about he way she'd found the back yard.

"It's not that I am mad that they were fucking up a 
storm at the pool, but they left it a mess." Bonnie 
bemoaned.

Trisha told the group how she had watched the teens on 
four different days while she worked in the kitchen, 
but had never actually gone into the back yard. "I'll 
be honest" she said "Once I came over to make dinner 
when they were out at the pool and I certainly can see 
how they went through a hundred condoms. I probably 
should have know they would make a mess. But it was hot 
watching."

"Yea, I found out what a nasty fiend you were on our 
trip" Marcy teased

"I've found I like a lot of things, and OK shoot me but 
I like watching the kids do it. Those guys can just 
keep going and going forever"

"And what did you do about all those hot visuals?"

"Me? I don't know what you mean" Trisha feigned 
innocence

"I know you practically raped my husband. Not that he 
minded."

Jo Ann chided "Oh you bad girl"

Beth Ann added "And you didn't invite me?"

Sherry eyed Trisha "No, I don't believe you waited. I 
think you did yourself while you watched. Right?"

Trisha blushed "You know me all to well"

"So you masturbated while watching our kids have sex?" 
Marcy said seriously

Trisha nodded

"Damn, you should have called me." Then she told the 
group how she and her daughter had watched each other 
as they had sex across the hall way from each other in 
Miami "It's not like I was lusting after her, but just 
the fact we were both doing it and watching each 
other."

"What did Sarah think of that?" Jo Ann asked. "I don't' 
think I'd want to see my mom having sex"

"Well, she said the best and hottest photos were some 
that showed me in the background across the hall while 
she got off in the foreground. She said she wants to do 
it again if we can arrange it. It was flattering that 
Sarah said both of the boys I have in my class now have 
the hots for me. Now I catch them looking at me like 
they are undressing me with their eyes. I used to get 
that look when I first started teaching and it annoyed 
me, but now after nearly twenty years it makes me feel 
good.

"Oh yea, I didn't 'think about the fact some of those 
guys are your students." Jo Ann said in surprise.

"What if someone finds out about your trip and goes to 
the administration?" Brandy asked.

"Yea, I've thought about it. I'd surly get fired, but 
I'm only part time and I have been thinking about doing 
something different for some time."

"That's a mighty caviler attitude about it" Bonnie 
said.

"Not as much as it seems. It is just part of a larger 
change I'm making in my life. Mike's firm is doing very 
well so money's not an issue and I think Gerta staying 
with us and then the stuff Cooper's been writing has 
reopened my mind to the reasons I studied drama in the 
first place. I've even started writing again. I haven't 
done that since before Sarah was born"

"That's great" Sherry said "I thought I was the only 
one going through a change "I'm feeling like the woman 
I was 30 years ago. I feel so alive and confident and 
best of all Herb is coming out of his shell. Instead of 
trying to avoid the fact I had done things he couldn't 
even imagine and had a great marriage to a man I loved 
deeply, Herb and I look at my pictures and video and I 
bring him into the world I once had by sharing stories 
I hadn't even thought about for years."

"That's amazing you guys are saying all that" Jo Ann 
said excitedly "Beth Ann and I were just talking about 
that the other day "Since we've all become so open 
about our life styles we should fill you in on us. You 
all know we've both been pretty sexually active since 
high school"

"Middle School" Beth Ann corrected.

"Yea, Middle School, and since then we've always felt 
something was wrong with us. We put on a tuff image to 
keep people away, but now we feel for the first time we 
are just like everyone else. It's so liberating to know 
we're not freaks."

Jo Ann continued "Brandy went to school with me, I bet 
she remembers we both were treated so badly by 
everyone. But I liked sex."

Brandy countered "It wasn't because you liked sex, as 
much as you weren't discreet about it. I first got laid 
in seventh grade and in the two years before I got 
pregnant, Dwight and I did it virtually every day at 
least once. Even getting pregnant didn't give me a bad 
rep because everyone knew I only did it with him. Since 
I wasn't on the pill and we only used condoms 
occasionally it was amazing I didn't get pregnant as a 
freshman."

Trish added "Talking about condoms, you can't complain 
too much about the used ones being left in the grass. I 
mean the kids clearly got the message about birth 
control and safe sex. From what the girls told me on 
the trip they are all on the pill or the patch or 
something like that and they appear to be very good 
with using condoms."

Bonnie took this as an opening to tell her friends "If 
I had just lived my own rules" then she told them about 
her visit to the clinic.

"I'm taking the last pill today." Bonnie said "I guess 
what upsets me is that for all my insistence that Misty 
use a condom every time she has sex, like a 
hypocritical parent I didn't do so myself."

Sherry comforted Bonnie by saying "But that is normal. 
My kids were teenagers in the 80's when AIDS was seen 
as just a gay thing and by high school they knew full 
well what there dad and I did for fun. As a parent you 
try to lead the kids to be conscious of dangers because 
it is their nature to think they are invulnerable, but 
as an adult you make conscious decisions about personal 
risks."

"Yea, I made a poor one" Bonnie lamented.

"Sherry, you have a lot more experience with this sort 
of life style." Marcy asked "What do you do to keep 
from this, or worse stuff?"

"Like I said, we were swinging when AIDS first showed 
up, but by then I'd been sexually free for a decade or 
so. I was the last of the true hippies in the early 
70's; free love, LSD and all that, I even lived in a 
commune, so I've been through it all." She said "In 
some respects it is always some risk. In the early days 
we didn't take the slightest precautions, but latter, 
toward the end of the 70's, even before AIDS, our swing 
group became a pretty closed affair.

Eventually, we actually had memberships and part of 
that membership was an agreement to limit sexual 
activity to members, we only took new members or 
visitors with the sponsorship of an existing member and 
part of the sponsor's job was to ensure the new person 
had been screened."

The group sat for a while taking in all this. They had 
a vague idea about Sherry's early life, but this was 
more than they could process. 

"How did it work?" Jo Ann asked to break the silence.

"Pretty good, but not perfect." We had one time that 
everyone got the clap and another when we rented a 
cabin that we all got crabs. But that was two instances 
in ten years."

Trisha stood up and said "I guess this is a good time 
to discuss this. When Bonnie, Marcy, and the teen girls 
went to Miami we had quite an adventure. Most of you 
have heard part of it and seen a few photos. Before 
Bonnie's loss, we had planned to have a "Stories & 
Pictures" party, with our men, at Marcy's. We want 
everyone to be prepared to tell their raciest story and 
if possible bring photos or videos to illustrate. But 
after the last two pool parties with the men were 
getting pretty kinky, we figured that we should 
acknowledge that such a party would likely break down 
the last barriers and lead to a full scale, anything 
goes, orgy. I can speak for myself, Marcy and Bonnie 
when I say we are ready to let that happen, hell, we 
did that more than once in Miami and had a great time. 
But, we thought, we women should talk it through before 
we ask the men."

Sherry was the first to respond "Herb and were ready at 
the last pool party, so we are ready to go."

Brandy also agreed "Yea, Dwight and I have talked about 
it and we are ready do it"

Beth Ann said "Jo Ann and I want to but I don't think 
we will bring dates, if that's OK with you guys."

Trisha said "No problem."

The discussion ended with everyone saying that they 
were ready for what ever happens. It was settled that 
Saturday night they would meet at Marcy's at 7:00. They 
decided to let the guys know they would each be 
expected to tell a story, but they agreed not to tell 
them what the prize would be for the story voted to be 
the best. 

When her friends left she left a text massage to Misty 
to come home right after school.

"But Mom" Misty pleaded "I didn't know about the pot!"

Bonnie trying to control her anger "Why would anyone 
think it was OK!"

"I don't know. None of my friends do that kind of 
stuff"

"Then who would bring that to my house!" she was now 
yelling. "Pot at my house and you say you don't know 
anything about it. Weren't you here when your friends 
were using our pool!"

Misty was now crying hard. "I'm sorry mom, but when I 
was having my after school meetings for publications, I 
guess I kinda gave permission for people to use our 
pool until I got home."

"YOU DID WHAT?"

"I really didn't mean for anyone but my regular friends 
to come over" she said through her tears. "But like 
three times when I got home there were people I didn't 
know. The last time they were smoking, it could have 
been pot I don't know and they had all this beer. I 
made them leave. I really did! I was so scared but I 
threatened to call the police."

Bonnie could tell she was very upset and she believed 
her, so she was less angry "Your talking in jumbles. 
Start from the start, who invited them?"

Wiping her tears she said "A couple of weeks ago Iris 
had asked if she and her cousin Jenny could come over 
even though I wouldn't be there until latter, I really 
wasn't thinking when I said she could. I know her 
cousin's a stoner, but the first day it was just Iris 
and Jenny when I go home, no big deal. But a couple of 
days later I got home and found she'd brought her 
scummy stoner boyfriend. Well he was so gross, a real 
barf bag: a tattooed, skinny, pale, naked barf bag. And 
right off he wants me to get naked. You know I'm into 
naked most anytime anywhere, but there is no way I was 
taking my clothes off with him there stoking his nasty 
prick, staring at me smoking his cigarette; but maybe 
it was a joint, I don't know. I told him there is no 
smoking at our house and I didn't feel like swimming 
and went in till they left. Last Thursday I get home, 
no Iris, but like every stoner in the county was in our 
pool. I was so freaked out, I'm glad Lamar had locked 
the house. That was, the day I had to threaten to call 
the cops. I told them to take there beer and crap and 
get out, they had not been invited. They got all mad 
and called me a slutty hypocrites and a cheep stuck up 
whore and stuff like that, I was afraid they might do 
something to me but they did leave."

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"I knew I'd screwed up and was afraid to tell you. 
Lamar, who probably saved us from being robbed was 
locked in the house. I made him promise not to tell."

"How'd you do that?"

"I know something."

"What?"

"He didn't tell and so I can't say a thing." Misty 
finished with "Don't worry it's no big deal, but he 
thinks it is."

"All right, we learned a lesson." Bonnie said, then 
added "Will you take responsibly for the used condoms 
and wrappers I found all over. I stopped counting at 
one hundred"

"Oh yea, that was us. Sorry we haven't cleaned up in a 
week or two. Dad didn't mind that the Club girls came 
over after school a couple of times a week."

"From all the condoms I guess more than just the girls 
came over."

"Yea, pretty much we let the guys come all the time 
now. It's not like we fuck constantly. Most of the time 
the guys just mess around in the pool while we sun."

"Well from what Trisha saw there was sex nearly all the 
time."

"It might have been the time she was here. A day or 
tow, yea, I guess pretty much there was someone doing 
someone most of the time, but that doesn't mean 
everyone was doing everyone all the time. Does that 
make sense?"

"Yea, I think so"

"Yea, most of the time most of us were just sunning and 
talking but, yes it is also true that some of the time 
there was a couple or two getting it on. And we will do 
better at picking up our trash."

Bonnie, satisfied with her answers said "Well with that 
out of the way, lets go get you some new school 
clothes, I heard your dad was of very little help in 
that regard"

"He did his best" Misty said happily as she grabbed her 
purse and 

"I heard you had a real crowd when you showed the 
pictures from our trip"

"Yea, the family room was packed, I guess that wasn't 
too bright either"

"No, not to bright., but how'd the beach pictures go 
over"

"What do you think, they loved'em"

"What about the ones with me?"

"Your so self conscious mom" Misty exclaimed "They 
flipped out when the pics of you and Trisha and Mrs. 
Kelly doing with those Swiss guys and each other"

"They did? I heard about your accidentally showing 
Marcy's photos. That was a real screw up. Now, she said 
she can tell that Devin and Gregg look at her like 
she's naked all the time."

"Is she mad?"

"She should be because when word of that gets out 
she'll loose her job. And you know secrets don't stay 
secret forever."

"Yea, dad told me that. So I guess she is mad."

"No, not really" Bonnie answered "I think she likes the 
attention and besides I think this will be her last 
year at the school and it also helps that Mike is the 
best lawyer in the area and the school district's 
lawyer. I don't think they would take him on."

"That's good be You might want to tell her that pics of 
her are on two different websites"

"The pictures you took?" Bonnie asked.

"No, just pictures taken by people who just happened to 
be at the beach"

"When we get home you'll have to show me."

"If your pictures somehow find their way to the web, 
remember only the beach pictures are legal."

"Yea, I know"

"Not that you would ever give them away"

"Give?" Misty asked "No way, but sell, well that's a 
different question. The site that had our photos last 
year is wiling to pay $100 per photo."

"Wow, with what 300 photos? That's big money. Not that 
you would ever do such a thing."

"Of course not." Misty replied with a wink.

***

The next day Bonnie finally began working out of the 
new FFF office in Augusta. It had been agreed that both 
she and Amy would spend three days per week in the 
Augusta office and the other days they would work from 
their homes and/or do speaking engagements. She was 
looking forward to spending commuting with her husband 
several days per week. It would be nice to have him all 
to herself with no kids to compete for his time. To 
match Cooper's teaching schedule she would be working 
every Monday and Wednesday and depending on her 
speaking engagements she would be working either 
Thursday's or Fridays.

The new FFF office was a small affair situated in a 
small business complex. She would work out of the front 
room and Amy had already moved into one of the two rear 
offices. The rest of the rented space in the back other 
office was doubling as storage and a studio for Amy as 
she continued her artwork. She was practically giddy as 
she unpacked her personal things into her new desk. 

Cannon, the man she had met at the swing club in Miami, 
had already set her up to meet several groups in 
Florida, but she had to postpone them due to the 
passing of her mother. He had rescheduled and now she 
would be addressing one group next Friday night in 
Orlando, a second group in Tampa the next night, so the 
first order of business after moving in was to make 
travel and lodging arrangements.

Amy was friendly but clearly, business would be 
business. Bonnie was glad to see that, she had never 
seen Amy at work and was not sure how it would go. 

After spending the morning becoming acclimatized she 
would set-up the routine work of managing the office, 
but not until after lunch.

"For your first day, lunch will be my treat" Amy said 
sitting on the side of her desk. 

Amy drove and they went to a small 'meat &three' place 
not far from the office. Bonnie commented that "It's 
rather ironic that this foundation, while on the 
cutting edge of liberal thinking is located here in 
redneck heaven, where places like this hometown 
restaurants are the rule, not hip or gourmet places."

Amy agreed "It's amusing that to most of the country 
Augusta is simply the home of the Masters, when in fact 
it's mostly just another small conservative southern 
town." 

"Of course the same can be said of Florida, and I will 
be presenting to two different swing clubs next week."

"Did I tell you I've spoken to your friend Cannon a 
couple of times. He was very impressed with your 
presentation. That was a fortuitous meeting, he will be 
of real help to us. He has some great contacts."

Bonnie whispered "And he is an awesome fuck"

Amy, clearly surprised, "Oh, I didn't know you and he 
had gotten to know each other that well"

"It was at a swingers party after all."

"I guess so. You know speaking at these clubs doesn't 
mean you are expected to participate."

"I know, but it doesn't mean I can't if I want to"

"It's up to you. That's what the FFF is all about." Amy 
said then leaned over the table and quietly but 
urgently said "So was he that good? Tell me all about 
it"

"Well..."

***

The first coldront of the fall moved in Friday night, 
thus ruling out another poolside party.

"Trish" Bonnie called franticly early Saturday morning 
"I need your help. Last week the weatherman had 
predicted temps in the mid 70's and now it's like 50 
degrees outside. I had planned to just have the party 
out at the pool, a kinda farewell to summer, but that's 
not happening. I looked at the weather channel and it's 
not warming up. Everyone is supposed to be her at 4:00 
and now I've got to move the whole thing inside. Who 
all do you think will be here?"

"Well" Trisha paused and thought "I will of course, so 
will Sherri and Herb, I talked to her last night, they 
are really looking forward to it. I also talked to Jo 
Ann. She and Beth Ann and Cal are coming. And the 
possible activities of this party is all Marcy wants to 
talk about, so she and Mike are for sures. So Including 
you guys that is 10."

"And Tabitha and Butch" Bonnie added

"And Brandy & Dwight,"

"…and Amy asked to come to sketch pictures, and you can 
be sure she will won't refrain from any hanky panky. 
That makes fifteen and if Mia and her boyfriend come 
that will be seventeen. I don't have seating for that 
many in the family room. "

After a pause "How about we don't use the chair and 
couches, but sit around on big pillows and stuff."

Bonnie thought then said "but I don't have any thing 
like that many big pillows."

"I have a few but we could run up to that big linen 
outlet store on the interstate. I was there a few 
months ago and they have these huge bins of big 
pillows, perfect for the party. In fact we can make it 
a theme party, like a thousand and one sex tales in the 
Kasbah. I can call everyone and tell them to come in 
pajama's."

"Your thinking now woman. OK. Lets do it. I'll call 
Amy, Tabitha and Brandy if you can call the others. 
Tell them Pajama's or Arab styled stuff."

With that the last minute plan was moving. Bonnie 
remembered how much fun the luau was on the cruise, the 
theme, not the sex, made it memorable.

Cooper was still in bed while a newly energized Bonnie 
raced in the room talking at full speed. 

Cooper missed her whole explanation of what was 
happening before he stopped her "Woe, slow down. I 
don't have a clue what your talking about, start over."

With that she again went through the problem and the 
solution. "So I need you to get up and help me move the 
furniture to see how much room we have.

Though Cooper was secretly looking forward to what 
might prove to be quite a night, he pretended to be 
disinterested. It seemed better to him to let her take 
the lead and feel she was dragging him into this, 
rather than seeming too excited about a possible orgy.

The family room was a big room and when the couches and 
chairs were moved to the walls it appeared even bigger. 
The coffee table and end tables were moved to the study 
to give the room a very open feeling. 

"The rug isn't big enough" Bonnie observed. With the 
furniture out of the way it was clear the thick Persian 
rug that normally have filled the conversation area was 
far too small to cover the hard wood floor on which the 
guests would be sitting.

"I'll see what they have at the outlet mall when we are 
buying pillows." Bonnie said "We don't' need a big rug, 
several smaller rugs would be fine."

Trish called back about 9:30. "Well I got everyone. 
This should be fun. Marcy said her friend Mia would be 
coming, but not her boyfriend. It seems Marcy and Mia 
have started messing around this week and Mia doesn't 
know what her new boyfriend would do if he knew."

Bonnie, not terribly surprised by the fact Marcy had 
put a move on her friend asked "How far did they go?"

"She didn't elaborate, but I don't think they did much 
more than make out"

"Well, you can be sure Marcy will go for it all 
tonight" Bonnie chucked

"Yea, she's turned into quite the wild thing." Trisha 
agreed before saying "And when I talked to Marcy she 
was already on her way to Atlanta to do some shopping 
and she said she could stop by a party shop and pick up 
some decorations to go with our theme. I told her that 
would be great so she'll stop by and drop them off on 
her way home."

"Wonderful, that will be great."

It was less than ten minutes latter that Trisha and 
Byron waked in with out knocking, but rather saying 
"Knock, Knock, we're here"

"We're back here" Cooper called from the kitchen.

Byron went up the stairs to see Lamar while Trisha 
followed the voice.

In the kitchen Cooper and Bonnie had a half dozen cook 
books opened. "We are trying to figure out what exactly 
would be Arab food." Bonnie said.

"Well I would think anything Mediterranean would do. 
You know over in Milliageville there is a Greek 
restaurant that I bet you could get to make up a some 
trays of the right kinds of foods."

Cooper said "Yea, I ate there a few years ago, it was 
strange, but not bad. I'll give them a call."

Bonnie shut a cook book "Good, one less thing for me to 
do. Let me get my purse and we'll be off"

By 6:45 it looked as if they'd planned it for weeks. 
There were dozens of big fringed pillows sitting on one 
large and a half dozen smaller rugs and a good number 
of afghans and oriental styled blankets. No fewer than 
forty candles provided illumination and atmosphere as 
all the blinds and draperies had been closed. Marcy had 
brought Moorish syle decorations that added to the 
ambiance and the air was filling with incense.

Misty stood in the mists of the decorations as her 
mother, clad in a harem girls outfit she had worn years 
ago, began to unpack the food trays. When her mother 
carried a tray into the family room, Misty could see 
that Bonnie had removed the opaque inner layer of the 
costume leaving only the sheer over layers. 

"That is so hot" Misty said "I should be wearing it 
insisted of you"

"Sorry, but you're leaving now" her mother replied.

"That's so unfair. It's not like I've never watched you 
and your friends get it on before. You should be 
flattered I like watching your old flabby ass banged"

"Old Flabby Ass!" Bonnie protested "that's it, you 
leave now!"

"I was just kidding, but it's still not fair you get a 
cool party and I don't"

"Don't worry we will keep the decorations and you can 
use then for your 18th birthday party next spring."

"Cool, I get a birthday orgy"

"I didn't say that" Bonnie protested.

"But that's what you meant." Misty chided as she went 
toward the door.

"I publicly deny that insinuation, no matter what I 
privately meant" Bonnie said as she went back to the 
kitchen to finish preparations.

***

The guests all arrived in short order after 8:00 (the 
time had been moved back four hours). All heeded the 
directions to wear pajamas, but even still there was a 
variety of dress. Most of the men wore matching pajama 
tops and bottoms.

Butch and Cal wore just boxers while both Cooper and 
Herb wore robes over boxers. Only Beth Ann and Trisha 
and Mia actually wore pajama sets while Jo Ann, Tabitha 
and Marcy opted for sexy gowns. When they all sat, it 
became apparent that while the others wore thongs Marcy 
wore nothing under her transparent gown. Brandy wore 
the only real lingerie, an emerald green baby-doll and 
thong set. Sheri and Amy both wore finely made silk 
robes over nothing but their skin. 

After the usual initial chatter, Bonnie stood and moved 
to the center of the floor. "I'm so glad everyone came 
to our Arabian night. Guys, I'm sure the wives told 
you, this is a story night. Everyone should have come 
prepared to tell their most amazing erotic experience. 
At the end we will vote and see who's got the best 
story. Now –we like all the sweaty sticky details, a 
good story is not just what happened but how it felt 
and smelled like. But since the whole point is what you 
really did in the past, no embellishment. For my part, 
I'd like to hear about lovers other than your spouse –
or in addition to your spouse, but what ever the story, 
the winner will have to get every dick and clit in the 
room ready to climax."

Bonnie motioned to her right, "Sheri has been good 
enough to volunteer to go first. So lets get started." 
She began to sit, but stood back up "oh yea, if you 
don't know we girls have all agreed, that we all can do 
what ever feels natural with whom ever we want, so if 
anyone has decided that they are not comfortable with 
open non-monogamy I suggest you call it a night now."

She sat but no one left. 

Sherri sat forward and cleared her voice.

"Now this is an old story, so old it took me several 
days of writing notes, and a phone call to an old 
friend to remember the details. For those of you too 
young to remember it the late 60's and early 70's, they 
were a wild time. While at the time we thought we were 
so sexually repressed, in retrospect we were given 
freedoms that today's teenagers can't even imagine. I 
was right there from the birth of the free love 
movement to it's crashing end with the appearance of 
AIDS and the rise of the Christian right. I don't know 
how many different people I had sex with during those 
dozen years, but it surely was over a thousand, maybe 
more."

She paused as the surrounding people took in the fact 
that she had just said she had doe it with more that an 
thousand people. 

Bonnie was the only one to voice what the others were 
saying "You've had sex with over a thousand people?"

"The number over all is not important, what I'm trying 
to get you to imagine is the world of the counter-
culture. To us in those days, anything resembling 
monogamy was seen as bowing to the oppressive system." 
She paused "I'd better be fair those of you born before 
1973. I will start from the beginning or it won't make 
sense."

"See my dad, when I was a teenager, was a Major in the 
army and so we moved a lot. We were living at Fort 
Collin's, Colorado when he was shipped off to Vietnam 
with the 1st Cavalry. I was 13 and an early bloomer. I 
already had "C" cup tits and it was no problem flirting 
with the young soldiers on base. At first my mom did 
OK. Dad got wounded and then she started taking pills 
she got from the base doctor to calm her nerves. After 
a while, the pills had made her nerves so calm I could 
do anything I wanted. I went from flirting with the 
young soldiers, to making out with them pretty heavy. 
Of course I never told them my Dad was an officer. I 
lost my virginity on a firing range to some kid from 
Michigan a month or so after my 14th birthday. I say a 
he was a kid in retrospect, he seemed every bit a man 
and I felt every bit a woman at the time. I didn't have 
to work up to enjoying sex. I had an orgasm that first 
time. It wasn't until years later that I found out that 
it is rare for a girl like me to climax though 
missionary sex on a regular basis. I did, and still do, 
cum more often than not when a man does me missionary 
style. It was great. Until I married my second husband 
I'd never seen sex as something I did to please others, 
I did it, from that first time, because I wanted to and 
I liked doing it. Over the years I have done it with 
lots of women, but to this day I cum fastest and best 
with man on top of me."

"When we got word that my father had been killed in 
action my mom went to pieces and spent the next ten 
years completely hooked on those prescription 
medicines."

"How terrible" Bonnie interjected before a chorus of 
condolences.

"It was a hard time, but it was a long time ago. And to 
be honest I never was close to my father, he just 
wasn't that kind of a man. But to make matters worse, I 
got pregnant a month or so later. Although it was 
illegal at the time, my mother had no problem securing 
an abortion for me. But that was the end of our life on 
the base. We moved to Sacramento to live with my 
mother's parents."

"Now by the time I got pregnant I had been having sex 
with my boyfriend from school right in the house under 
mom's overmedicated nose several times a week, and 
still doing it with a couple of different GI's at the 
firing range (of course my boyfriend didn't know I was 
getting laid by other guys) but I had already become 
used to having both a steady relationship and using 
guys for just plain ol' fucking- I had just turned 15."

"So when I get to my conservative grandparents home, my 
Grandpa wanted to keep me under lock and key so I ran 
away. It was spring of 1968 and teenagers were running 
away all the time. I naturally made my way to San 
Francisco to be part of the youth movement and the 
Hieght/Ashbury scene. it was easy for me to make it in 
the hippy world with a young body that I was willing to 
share. 

I'd hitched a couple of rides and made it to San 
Francisco after dark, I had $20 and so I rode a street 
car to Ashury Street. It was like nothing I'd ever 
seen, and nothing has ever been the same since. 
Hundreds of kids most about my age all just hanging 
out: talking, dancing and smoking dope. It was like I'd 
found a new planet of people just like me. I wondered 
around for hours before I began thinking about some 
place to stay. I'd met a girl called Dryad after a mini 
concert at the park. She was like me, a teenager on her 
own, but she'd been there since the summer before, 
you've heard of the summer of love, she had been there. 
Well she took me under her wing and more importantly at 
the time, she took me to the crash pad were she and her 
old man was staying. For you younger people an old man 
was not your grandfather, it was the lingo for your 
boyfriend.

Any one of those nights in that pad would have been the 
night of lifetime to most people, but it was just the 
beginning. You might think I was incredibly young to be 
out on my own like that but I was by no means the 
youngest, and we were all consumed with the idea of 
discarding the old ways, but for all my self perceived 
wildness, I was still very much inexperienced and 
naive. To that point I'd had intercourse with seven 
different GI's and two guys from my school; I was still 
counting at that point. But as liberated as I thought I 
was, I still had a very narrow view of sex. Always 
missionary with foreplay consisting of kissing and hand 
jobs, but since I was having multiple orgasms most of 
the time, I didn't look for other things. I had never 
even heard of oral sex until that first night in San 
Francisco."

"So, its like 2:00 am. I'd just shared my first joint 
and she leads me to this narrow stairway up to a third 
floor landing. She pushes the door open and I almost 
fell over. It was a dingy, dirty place and the pungent 
smell of incense, pot and human bodies was 
overpowering. Inside there was almost no regular 
furniture, just an old couch and on the floor, some 
mattresses with no sheets and pillows, kinda like the 
ones we are lying on, but dirty. This was quite a 
letdown from the youth utopia I had dreamt of when I 
left home."

"On one big mattress were three almost naked people, 
one girl in just panties another in a long shirt and a 
guy in just blue jeans. Those three were asleep but on 
the couch, it looked like a girl was sleeping with her 
head in a tall skinny guy's lap. Dryad began to talk to 
him and then I realized the girl wasn't' asleep. She 
was sucking on that skinny guy's dick. Now I had had 
sex maybe fifty different times but I had never seen 
someone else do it, and I certainly hadn't seen a blow 
job. At that time I knew I loved being fucked and liked 
both giving and getting hand jobs, but I'd never even 
considered putting a dick in my mouth."

"Probably only Herb and I are old enough to remember 
that at that time, unusual sex acts were seen as a 
political acts, a way of sticking it to the man. So as 
I stood watching this sight, Dryad tells me that the 
guy getting his dick sucked was her boyfriend or more 
accurately her old man. For me at that time, the fact 
she identified they guy getting head as her old man was 
not a kinky sex statement, but a powerful political 
statement. Are you following what I'm saying?"

Cooper answered "Yea, it's just like our painting of us 
making love is both art and politics."

"Or how going to the nude beach felt like I was 
striking a blow for my personal freedom" Marcy added.

"Or for Butch and I, skinny dipping in your pool, was 
rejecting what the community expects from a minister." 
Tabitha suggested.

"So you do understand, good." Sheri continued, then 
looked at Cooper "See, your Final Freedom Foundation is 
not fighting a new battle."

Cooper responded by saying "I know, it is the same 
battle you fought in the 60's, it's just that you moved 
the culture only half way to the goal line."

"I agree, that's why I'm so excited about your group's 
work. It's trying to finish what we started." Sheri 
said to Cooper before looking around the room and 
resuming her story "So, here I was, just in from 
conservative America watching my new friend talk to her 
boyfriend while another girl is bobbing up and down on 
his exposed penis. She asks him who the chick is and he 
casually said Stu and Boots, the other guys who lived 
there, had traded chicks for the night with the guys 
who lived one floor up."

"That might sound strange, but this might have been the 
world of free love, but it was before the feminist 
movement. It was still very much a guys world. Girls 
were, frankly, passed around much like a joint was. So 
as naturally as could be, Dryad pulls her long hippy 
dress over her head and I must say I was shocked to see 
she wore nothing under it. Now I'd seen lots of naked 
girls in the locker room of the base school, but this 
was not the same thing."

"Under my jeans and tee shirt, I was still wearing the 
cotton panties and Playtex bra my mother had bought me, 
and would have continued to so if l Dryad hadn't 
insisted I get rid of the oppressive clothing. I could 
see her old man looking at me as I dropped my bra to 
the floor. I was a full 34 D and had only gotten 
completely naked for a guy a dozen or so times and even 
then I certainly never had just stood up and let the 
him ogle me. I'm not sure what happened next, but I 
think Dryad threw my bra out he window, but I do know I 
never saw that bra again. In fact it would be more than 
four years before I put on a bra again."

"I don't mean to repeat myself, but that first week was 
so amazing because, like I said all my sex had been 
very vanilla until then. I'd enjoyed sex from the first 
time, but this was more excitement than I had ever 
experienced, standing there naked, literally shivering 
with excitement, waiting for what was next."

"Once naked, she led me to an empty mattress and we lay 
down. She lay next to me. I was shivering with sexual 
tension when I felt her naked body pull close to me. 
But nothing more happened. We watched her old man mount 
the girl move to the mattress next to ours were they 
had sex in positions I'd never even imagined. Once they 
were done we all fell asleep. Dryad and I have been 
friends every since. I called her at her home in Austin 
yesterday to clarify my memory. Of coarse she doesn't 
go by Dryad, actually she is a well regarded syndicated 
newspaper columnist. I told her about our little group 
and about the FFF. She's very interested and wants you" 
looking at Amy "to call her.

Amy, sitting nearly directly across from Sherri said 
"Great. May I ask what name she goes by now?"

"Cheryl Stovall"

"Oh, yea, I know her work, her column runs in the runs 
in the Atlanta Constitution. She's good and has a 
readership like in the tens of millions. Thanks, give 
me a number and I'll call her Monday."

"I've been feeling bad I haven't helped you guys 
before. But I'll give that number to you before we go. 
But let me go to the real part of my story, all that 
has been background information. To be honest what 
happened for the next week is at once clear and also 
vague at the same time. It is tastes and smells and 
snapshots. The next morning, or actually the next 
afternoon when I woke up the pad was quiet, only Dryad 
was still there, reading a book wearing a long hippy 
skirt but nothing else. The room had old metal blinds 
that were missing a number of slats so the room was 
much better lit than it had been the night before. Now 
that I could clearly see Dryad's small tits, perky tits 
I could see why I hadn't noticed she was braless the 
day before."

"I pulled on my big bell Levi's and she tossed me a big 
scarf to use as a top, it barely covered my tits when I 
stood still, and exposed their bottoms and tops as I 
walked; I loved it. Eventually I collected a half dozen 
of them and for that summer became my look."

With that she opened a notebook in her lap, removed a 
photo and passed it around. It was obviously her, but 
as a 15 year old. She had long strait hair, bell 
bottoms and a scarf wrapped around her full bust. She 
was exceptionally pretty.

"This was taken within a month or so of my arrival. He 
wanted $1 for the print but I didn't have any money so 
I offered to fuck him for it. That's how I got this 
picture. I know that sounds crass today, but like I 
said, this was before the feminist movement, I fucked 
to get a lot of things, but don't think that's why I 
did so many guys. I did most of them for fun and it 
made me feel so free to have sex with guys whom I'd met 
just minutes before, just because I could. But I'm 
getting ahead of myself."

"I remember every event of that first day. Dryad and I 
went down to Haight street. On the way she told me how 
everyone gets a new name because sometimes detectives 
come looking for underage kids. I thought for just a 
second before I decided to call myself Windsong and 
Windsong I would remain for nearly five years. She took 
me to the free clinic to get some me a diaphragm. It 
was all so different, there I was treated like a real 
person, not a kid. I got an exam, the doctor fitted me 
with a diaphragm in the name of Windsong."

"Afterward we went to the soup kitchen. Not all the 
hippy life was glamorous, the food and beds were 
primitive at best and non-existent in all too may 
cases. For the summer I lived in San Francisco the free 
kitchen was my most reliable meal. That first bite will 
be with me forever. It was awful. Just a bunch of caned 
vegetables thrown in a pot. It was all I could do not 
to puke and I only managed a few bites. I was still 
hungry when we wandered down to Golden Gate Park. 
Looking back it was obvious why I got whistles and 
propositions everywhere I went. I was young, pretty and 
my boobs were barley covered by the scarf. But at the 
time I was surprised and flattered. That day I saw my 
first public nudity when I girl about my age danced 
naked as her old man played a flute right in the park."

"We met up with a number of Dryad's friends and I just 
took it all in. Some guys bought us lunch and hits of 
acid. Dryad disappeared for a little while I listened 
to an impromptu concert. When she returned she casually 
told me she had been thanking the guys for lunch. It 
was only when she made a remark about the taste of one 
of the guy's spunk that I realized she had blown them. 
The lesson was not lost on me. In the world of free 
love, sex still had value. She then showed me how to 
find a relaxed position to enjoy my acid trip. It was 
as most people remember like opening the doors into a 
new world. As I tripped I knew I belonged. This was my 
tribe, my people."

"I was more or less back to earth when we all piled 
into a first floor pad just a few blocks from the park. 
I remember kissing Dryad and kissing the guy named 
Boots. I don't remember getting naked, but do remember 
first his tongue on my clit then remember Dryad's soft 
lips as she kissed me deeply down below. I remember 
clearly looking down at Boot's red penis and wondering 
what to do with it and Dryad showing me how to give 
head then holding his penis as I mimicked her actions. 
And when he began to cum how I pulled back and watched 
the off white semen spew up and fall down on Dryad's 
tits. How she licked some off then suggested I lick off 
the rest off her. The salty pungent taste of his semen 
and the excitement of sucking her puffy nipples was not 
as much a sexual high but a high of liberation. I was 
in a room, a brightly lit room with a dozen or more 
people milling about; naked, and doing things that 
would be so dirty and perverted back home that I was 
sure my mom had never even heard of such things. It was 
exciting and empowering at the same time. I didn't even 
flinch when still on my hands and knees licking Dryad's 
tits, I felt Dapper, another of Dryad's friends, saddle 
up behind me and slide his none to big penis into me.

I can't begin to even remember all the sexual things I 
have done in the almost forty years since that night, 
but never have I felt like I did that night and all the 
next day and night. A fifteen year old girl at a wild 
hippy love-in that lasted non-stop for almost 2 full 
days. Sex, drugs and rock and roll was not just a 
cliché. In one marathon session I had just about every 
first imaginable. Like I said, my first blow job, my 
first taste of cum, my first group sex, my first public 
nudity,. my first time being watched having sex, my 
first time to do it with a girl, the first anal, the 
first threesome, foursome and more-some. I did it all; 
sometimes tripping but mostly with just a buzz and even 
a few times more or less sober. One thing I can say for 
certain, neither Dryad or I wore more than a hat the 
whole next day and night and well into the day after. 
Many of the people that would become my hippy family in 
San Francisco I met on that long love-in. Some are 
friends to this day and I fucked them before I really 
met them, but in that time and place it was commonplace 
to learn a lovers name after his semen was dripping 
down onto my ass."

"I won't go into it but let me conclude by saying that 
summer I easily had sex with at least six or seven new 
people a week. Like I said earlier, sexual behavior was 
seen as political protest; so even when the sex was 
fast and impersonal; it was still good for me affirming 
my independence and self image as a political activist. 
It was not uncommon for me to meet a guy at the park or 
at one of the local hang-outs and just out of the blue 
ask him if he wants to fuck, we'd step behind a hedge 
or into the alley, I'd flip up my mini-skirt and bend 
over. Five minutes latter we'd be back talking about 
music or politics."

Sherry paused and again opened the note book in her 
lap, She took a laminated page from a magazine. She 
passed it to Cooper. It was a page from Look magazine, 
It was the same teenage Sherri from the other photo, 
but she was dancing in a park, bedecked with flowers in 
her hair, strings of bead around her neck and a long 
wrap skirt, but most striking she was topless, a scarf 
was waving from her right hand. Cooper couldn't help 
notice that she had absolutely perfect tits, big round 
half melons with not the slightest sag.

He asked "I didn't know they could publish stuff like 
this"

She answered "Normally they couldn't, but if you read 
the article it is all about the depravity of the 
hippies. Since it was printed to make us look bad it 
was not considered pornography. Here's what happened. 
It was late summer and we were grooving at our favorite 
part of the park when this strait reporter guy came 
around. Now we usually hid stuff when we saw straits, 
especially reporter straits come around. We were kinda 
paranoid that they were providing photos that the pigs 
would later bust us for. But this guy had been around 
for a good part of the summer and had gained some 
trust. He had just been walking around shooting 
everyday life. Well I'm pretty high and I'm dancing up 
a storm to this guy's bongo drumming. My scarf isn't 
holding my tits too well even before I see this 
straight reporter guy but on a whim I just pulled the 
bandana over my head and dance even harder. He raised 
his camera and began to shoot. My dancing was loosening 
the wrap skirt so when it began to slip down my hips I 
just let it until I just stepped out of it. It wasn't' 
the first time I'd been naked at the park, I'd fucked 
dozens of times right at that spot, but never when 
straits were there. He kept shooting photos until I 
guess he ran out of film because when I opened my eyes 
he was gone."

"We all got a laugh at showing of for the straight, but 
the next month that photo appeared in Look magazine. My 
face is very clear and there is no way my mom and grand 
parents wouldn't have some noisy neighbor bring it to 
their attention. I was an underage runaway and now it 
was now national knowledge where I was, so I had to 
leave San Francisco. I knew a guy, a kind of guru, who 
went by the name The Seeker. He had asked me several 
times to join his commune in the hills outside the city 
but I was loving life at the Height, but when I saw him 
a week or so after the photo was published I went with 
him, but that's a whole different story. Time for some 
one else to talk."

Bill asked "What else is in the note book"

"Oh, I'll pass it around. It's the few dozen surviving 
photos of my swinging years, and a DVD that Herb had 
converted from a Bata-Max tape from a swingers party in 
1977. It survived my second husband because he didn't 
have a Beta player and I told him it was baby videos 
from my kids. We had never watched it together until 
recently, and hope I don't sound vain, but, I was hot… 
thirty years ago."

Cooper chimed in "For my money your still hot"

Amy added "You've got to let me paint you – I can see 
making a college of you over the years."

Sherry added "That's very flattering, I'd love to. Oh, 
I forgot to add. When I spoke to Dryad she told me she 
had seen a photo of me, one of the ones taken at the 
park in a retrospective exhibit of Height Asbury photos 
at a gallery. It seems that photographer became famous 
and will be publishing a book of his photos he took 
that summer. I have written him and asked if I could 
buy prints of any of those photos he has left."

"Have you heard anything?" Amy asked

"No, not yet." She answered

Bonnie stood "Well, we will look forward to that. 
Thanks Sherri, it will be hard to beat that"

Tabitha spoke up "And with these photos, these are so 
hot." as she looked over Cooper's shoulder at the 
photos. They were nearly all faded Polaroid's mostly 
nudes of Sherry. A few showed her having sex, but most 
posing smiling with a variety of people in very 70's 
looking homes. In contrast to the faded snap shots were 
four very nice, apparently professional 5X7's nudes 
taken at some tropical local. Cooper asked "These beach 
photos are wonderful"

She looked over and smiled "That was in the Bahamas. In 
those days you weren't allowed to bring your own camera 
onto the nude beach but the hotel had a photographer 
and he took those"

Ann spoke up "Hey, I want to hear more about your life 
at the commune."

"No" she said "I've talked long enough. I could talk 
all night with my stories. Ask Herb, and he's not hear 
half of all the crazy things I did back then. But 
nothing compares to that first love-in. So who's going 
next"

Herb spoke up "She's right, her stories are amazing. 
When I was young, and the town football hero I 
deflowered more than a few belles of Hancock County. 
Though I won't, I could name off more than a dozen of 
our community's leading matrons who once upon a time, 
with enthusiasm wrapped their thighs around me as I 
plumbed them. Or I could tell tales of silk clad whores 
in Saigon who could do things with their bodies that I 
did not know possible; but, nothing compares in 
excitement to when this summer my lovely wife, in front 
of nearly all of you, with out so much as a blush, 
strip naked and sucked Butch dry. And when she came 
back and kissed me with her tasting of his spunk. Well, 
I'll put it this way, I was climaxing even before she 
got my penis inside her. With out a doubt that was the 
most erotic event of my life."

Bonnie rolled onto her side and looked to "Thanks Herb, 
let's see who's next with an erotic tale for our 
Arabian Night?"

She scanned the faces and called on Beth Ann who told a 
rather sterile account of loosing her virginity. She 
was followed by Mike who retold the story of Gerta's 
stay with them. As he spoke Marcy put a photo CD in the 
player and began a slide show of she and Gerta and 
Mike.

His narrative was mostly factually the same as the one 
that Marcy had told the girls; however, his experience 
was somewhat different of Gerta's first exhibition in 
their home. "We had made her a full southern breakfast 
to impress Gerta. The women were all sitting around the 
deck table when I finished with the omelets and brought 
them out. Marcy and Sarah were grinning at each other 
in what I could see was some sort of private joke. I 
was half way through eating when I moved the basket of 
biscuits and down through the glass table I saw Gerta's 
bare pussy smiling at me. Now I knew what the girls had 
been grinning at. The night before she'd worn that same 
tee shirt with a see-though thong sitting watching TV 
with us, so I'd gotten what I thought was a good look 
at her. But she was just as comfortable as could be 
wearing nothing but a tee-shirt. At that moment was the 
most erotic thing I'd ever seen. It wasn't the nudity, 
but the comfort with her own sexuality that turned me 
on."

He went on to describe the first night with Gerta and 
then said "But the high point was to kiss my wife while 
Rolf's dick was all the way in her. Feeling his thrusts 
through her body to my lips was with out a doubt the 
most erotic thing I have ever experienced." 

The quality of the photos making their way across the 
big screen was better than Bonnie had expected and 
Gerta was much better looking than Bonnie had believed 
she would be. They photos lasted longer than Mike 
spoke, so they took a break while the photos continued.

The food table was spread on the kitchen table. It was 
more Greek than Arab, but it was good none the less. 
Cooper was perusing the pickings when Amy came up 
behind him and gave a kiss on the neck. "Great idea for 
a party Cooper"

He turned back as he placed a piece of baklava on his 
plate "It's all Bonnie and her friends doing. I just 
did as I was told". 

"Well it's was a great idea, who ever did it" Amy said 

"I'll tell Bonnie." Dane answered

"Tell Bonnie what?" came his wife's voice from the 
doorway.

Cooper looked up and told her what Amy had said.

"And did you expect anything less?" she said with just 
a hint of sarcasm.

"No, no. I wasn't saying that at all" Amy back tracked 
"Its just, well I've been to a good many sex parties 
and so many are duds as parties, no matter how good the 
sex is, the party part falls flat. I mean I leave not 
knowing the participants any better than when I 
arrived" She continued filling her plate. She was now 
the center of attention in the room. Bonnie knew that 
by Amy so blithely referring to the party as a sex 
party had been a bit of a shock, even though everyone 
expected it to be so, they were not ready to admit it 
as such. Amy was not under any such compunction as she 
went on "But this is great. The background stories and 
the idea of bringing old photos was just inspired."

"Thanks, I'm glad you're having a good time" Bonnie 
said as she poured herself a glass of tea. Though she 
tried not to give it away, she was extremely pleased 
with herself that Amy was impressed. Not only was Amy 
her boss, she was far more experienced that she at the 
party scene. Suppressing a grin she looked to Cooper. 
"Mike's photos are done, I started our DVD and figured 
you could tell about the cruse."

Cooper began to gather his food before she added "Don't 
hurry too much, the old photos will take a good ten 
minutes to cycle through. 

Cooper was surprised when her walked in the living room 
to see that Bonnie had started the slide show of her 
nude photos he had taken over the years. He had put 
them on DVD some time ago for his own viewing but she 
had resisted his suggestions of showing them to their 
friends in past years because she thought they were not 
pretty enough. He guessed, correctly, that with the 
others showing their old photos she was more 
comfortable showing hers.

Though the photos were on the TV, the group had not yet 
settled back to their places. Only about half were in 
the room and they all were standing in groups talking. 
As they began to settle, Cooper watched with veiled 
excitement as Tabitha and Brandy came back in the room 
in only their thongs. Both looked very sexy to Cooper. 
Sherry at the same time came from the bathroom, the tie 
of her silk robe hung limp leaving the robe to open as 
she walked. Seeing all this, Trisha and Beth Ann pulled 
removed the tops of their pajama set, while Marcy and 
Jo Ann pulled their gowns over their heads.

By the time Bonnie's photos had ended the screen went 
blank, everyone was settled back in their seats. Bonnie 
stood, and said "Well we have had a good start with 
some great stories and pictures." Then looked around at 
the half dressed women, and fully nude Marcy said "And 
I'm glad to see you all getting comfortable."

Mike added "Very glad" with a smile.

Marcy said "Those photos were great. How long has 
Cooper been making them?"

Cooper answered "The oldest ones date back to the early 
90's. I hope that the photos have gotten better over 
the years. I helps that Bonnie has hardly aged in the 
last fifteen years."

"You're so sweet" Bonnie cooed in reply.

"Really, the pictures are very good" Sheri added. 
Looking at Bonnie she said "In twenty years you'll be 
glad you have them."

"That's what I've told her" Cooper replied

"Could you do some of me?" Jo Ann said from the back of 
the room "I have some Polaroid's that Beth Ann and I 
took of each other when we were teenagers, but their 
not very good"

"Well lets see them" Butch insisted,

"OK, but don't' laugh" and she opened her purse and 
pulled out a small stack of photographs. 

Bonnie spoke up just as she was about to hand them out 
"Here, Jo Ann, you go ahead and tell your story now, 
since your handing out photos, Cooper can wait"

The photos began being passed around. There was about 
ten dog eared Polaroid's.

"All right" Jo Ann agreed "These are few remaining of a 
bunch of pictures were taken the summer between my 8th 
and 9th grades. Beth Ann had barrowed this Polaroid 
camera from one of her friends parents to do a school 
project, but when she finished she asked me to shoot 
some sexy pictures of her for Trey. Remember he was 
Beth Ann's boyfriend and the dad of her kids. So we 
made about ten pictures in her bra and panties. He 
liked them so much she bought a whole package of film 
and the second time she took off all her clothes. She 
asked me to make pictures of her. After I had shot most 
of the pictures, I decided I wanted some to pose too. I 
was still a virgin and didn't even have a boyfriend but 
I had developed early and I knew my body was every bit 
as good as hers. So that's were these pictures came 
from."

"These are the only one's we have left. The best ones 
got passed around by Trey to his buddies and 
disappeared. I guess this is a big reason we had a bad 
reputation."

The pictures came to Bonnie and Cooper one at a time. 
They were all slightly out-of-focus and the colors had 
faded. The lighting was so weak that with the fading it 
took a hard look to make out the contents. But despite 
all that it was most defiantly Beth Ann and Jo Ann. Jo 
Ann was right, her figure at that time was terrific. In 
the two photos of her she was showing off her young but 
very full chest as it defied gravity, pointing straight 
out. Something it, of course had not done in years. 
Beth Ann too, despite the ridiculous looking attempts 
to look like a model, was very attractive. Bonnie 
passed the photos on.

"As for the most erotic experience in my life, well it 
wasn't a single time it was a period of about a year. 
It had just started a month or so before we made the 
pictures. Beth Ann, as you know is a year and a half 
older than me. And we grew up in a single wide trailer 
with our mom. Dad had walked when we were little so it 
was always just the three of us and Mom swore she would 
never depend on a man again. And all the while we were 
growing up she didn't ever let a man move in. Not that 
she was celibate, or didn't even have men spend the 
night. Though she tried to be discreet, Beth Ann can 
tell you we heard mom bring guys over late at nigh and 
we could hear them doing it through those paper thin 
walls. We were very protective of our mother so we 
didn't let her know we knew."

"You already heard Beth Ann tell about how she and Trey 
started doing it, but what she didn't tell you was how 
mom didn't trust Trey and made him leave our place at 
dark each night. So just like mom used to sneak guys 
in, Beth Ann let Trey in the window at night. Having 
learned how sounds travel she'd turn the radio on 
first. The only thing was that our trailer only had two 
bedrooms, so the first time or two she waited until I 
was asleep before she opened the window. But I will 
never forget waking up one night, in May of my 8th 
grade year, and looking over to see what was moving in 
the dark room, only to see Beth Ann's legs wrapped 
around Trey's skinny waist as they fucked on her bed."

All eyes turned to Beth Ann who was blushing slightly 
"OK" she said "I was a horny teenager and very much in 
love. So we did it where we could"

Jo Ann continued "We already had a code of not telling 
what we knew with mom, it wasn't that big a stretch for 
me to pretended I was asleep. Nearly every Friday night 
and most Saturday nights they would do it in our room 
and I would pretend to sleep. Their sessions began to 
last longer and longer, so it was harder and harder for 
me to pretend not to know. Besides that I was getting 
off on watching secretly and after he left and she went 
to sleep I'd masturbate."

Beth Ann cut in "Of course I knew she wasn't' asleep 
and also knew she was getting herself off afterward, 
but for months we both said nothing."

Jo Ann finished her statement "We both thought the 
other didn't know. So I didn't want to tell Beth Ann I 
was watching and she didn't want to tell me she knew I 
was watching and masturbating."

"What got you guys to admit to each other you knew what 
was going on?" Marcy asked.

Beth Ann answered "Trey caught her watching and he, of 
course, called her on it immediately."

"This is my story, so let me tell it" Jo Ann insisted 
"Yea, on night I'd been watching them go at it for like 
an hour and I had my hand in my panties watching. I was 
so turned on I got careless and he caught me watching 
her give him a blow job. He flips on the light and 
tells Beth Ann that I had been watching them. And Beth 
Ann just flips the light back off and says she knew 
then goes back down on him."

"Like I said, we are a tight family and she wasn't 
going to let Trey humiliate me. The next day we talked 
and laughed that we both knew what the other had been 
doing. The next night Trey came back, he made some 
comment about me watching and she put him in his place 
telling that was no concern of his. For the next year, 
until Beth Ann got pregnant and mom put a trespass 
notice on Trey, I silently masturbated under the covers 
as Beth Ann and Trey did it three or four times a week. 
She never let him even acknowledged my presence in the 
room, but after he left, she and I would review their 
performance. I guess that's how I became a voyeur. To 
this day I love going to strip clubs and I'm a porno 
fiend."

"And I love to be watched." Beth Ann added "I guess 
this is as good of time as any to tell you guys that a 
couple of weeks ago I had Calvin take a bunch of naked 
pictures of me and we sent them to a web site that 
posts that kind of thing. On Wednesday they showed up 
on the site. I'm on the web." Then looking at Bonnie 
and added "Your not the only one on the web now".

Bonnie laughed and said "I doubt that. I saw a couple 
of guys covertly snapping photos of Marcy, Trisha and 
me on the beach. I can't imagine some of them haven't 
found their way to the web yet."

This introduction led naturally into Marcy standing up 
to say "Come on Trish, our turn"

Marcy helped Trish to her feet and she pulled a DVD 
from her purse. "OK, Mike has made a photo DVD to go 
with our joint story of our trip to the beach. I took 
some of the pictures, some came from Bonnie's daughter, 
Misty, and some came from our camera phones. You'll be 
able to tell which ones are from the phone because they 
are not as good as those taken from the camera's."

Bonnie cued the DVD and Mandy took the remote, Trisha 
moved a few pillows just to the side of the big TV and 
the other two snuggled in beside her as the screen lit.

The first photo came up it was from the inside of the 
van an the way to Florida. "This was on the way to 
Miami. It was me, Trisha, Bonnie……." And she began a 
narrative in which she and Trisha alternately told 
their take on the events of the trip to Miami. Though 
Cooper had heard Bonnie's version and had seen Misty's 
pictures (he kept a DVD of the unedited set) the 
additional viewpoints and details as well as of the 
pictures taken by Marcy/Sarah and the camera phone pics 
proved to be surprising erotic for Cooper. The explicit 
photos of Marcy, Trisha and Bonnie having sex with each 
other seemed to take many in the room by surprise, but 
the photos that got the most comments were the grainy 
camera phone pics of the Marcy and Trish and Rock on 
the stage. Though not actually having intercourse, the 
photos were shocking none the less.

"Wow, you did that on a stage in front of people?" 
Tabitha asked in surprise.

"Oh yea, it was amazing, and every one of those 150 
women would have taken my place in a heart beat." Marcy 
said as a photo of Rock standing at the edge of the 
stage with Macy perched his penis. "That was" she added 
"the most erotically exciting time of my life."

Trish and Marcy continued with some additions made by 
Bonnie for another ten minutes. Cooper could tell this 
story generated more response that the others. He 
supposed that it was because the story and pictures 
they were presenting had just happened and it could 
have been any of the women if they had gone on the 
trip. Scanning the group he could see that Butch's 
boxers were off and both Tabitha and Jo Ann were 
stroking the long shaft. Further around the room Sheri 
was doing the same to Herb on her right while her hand 
was draped over Amy's shoulder cupping her breast.

"Damn it, you invited me and I didn't go" Sherri 
groused as Marcy crossed the room to return to her 
husband's side.

"And you didn't even invite me" Beth Ann added.

"Or me either Brandy" chimed.

"I'm sorry" Bonne answered "I didn't' think you guys 
would be interested in chaperoning the kids."

"Some chaperone you turned out to be" Tabitha said "the 
girls have told me all about how well you chaperoned"

Bonnie just grinned and said "OK, Tabitha, your turn. 
Do you want to come up here or will you just keep 
playing with the snake?"

Tabitha struggled to her feet "No, I think Jo Ann has 
that well enough… in hand" to which she got a round of 
laughs. "Besides, I need to get my pictures". She went 
to the back of the room and pulled a large manila 
folder from her shoulder bag.

Tabitha, clad only in a lace thong, didn't sit, but 
rather leaned her lithe body against the big TV and 
began "As most of you know, my dad is a fundamental 
Baptist preacher. I went to my dad's church's little 
Christian school and we didn't even own a TV. He 
completely isolated us from the secular world as we 
were growing up. I never went to a movie, the beach or 
even a restaurant that served alcohol. Neither me, my 
sisters nor my mom even owned a pair of pants, let 
alone shorts. When I hit puberty, the only thing I knew 
about sex was that it was some vague evil. What is 
funny is that my home was so secretive about sex, that 
by the time I realized that masturbation was one of the 
things dad meant when he preached against sex, I'd been 
doing it for years, not knowing it was sexual"

That brought general laughter.

She smiled then said seriously "No, really, I've been 
masturbating to orgasm every night since I was about 
six. Even now, if I don't have sex at night, I get my 
self off every single night before I go to sleep." She 
looked at Butch, "Right?"

He nodded, "Yep, virtually every night I've know her, 
it's either sex of she plays with herself."

"So" She continued "It was several years after the time 
I hit puberty and the wife of the youth pastor took us 
girls on a retreat where among other things she told us 
it was a sin to touch ourselves 'down there'" and she 
emphasized the words 'down there' in such a way to get 
more laughs. "In retrospect, I can see we had been told 
masturbation was wrong many time, but since they always 
used euphemisms for not only masturbation but for dick 
and pussy I really and truly did not know what they 
meant, so I was blissfully getting off every night and 
often during the day when I got a chance. I'd even 
moved from just playing with my clit to using my 
fingers in me, to using a roll-on deodorant bottle in 
me. It scared the crap out of me when I broke my 
cherry, but since we never ever talked about anything 
that happened 'down there', I didn't ask.."

"What did you do when you first started your periods?" 
Bonnie inquired

"Well, when I was about twelve, mom gave me the 
briefest of explanations that women start having a 
monthly time when they bleed and gave me a pack of 
pads. Of course I didn't even know what a tampon was 
until I moved out, but she never asked, but after my 
first period, a new pack magically appeared in the 
bathroom, but we never talked about it."

"I told you all that to get to the point that when I 
was told that what I'd been doing, and enjoying for 
years was supposed to be a sin according to the youth 
pastor's wife. That just blew me away. I was a model 
Christian girl and yet she said I was sinning day in 
and day out?"

Tabitha paused for a moment and then went on "Well one 
thing about being the Pastor's daughter is you knew the 
youth pastors were not infallible. I'd heard my dad 
tell how bad several were and the lady who was leading 
the retreat was new at our church because the last 
youth pastor had been fired a few months before. So 
that night when I got home I did a lot of thinking, and 
like a light being turned on I realized for the first 
time, at 16 years old that the adults in my life were 
not God and did not speak for him. Realize, the church 
and my dad's opinion about the Bible had been the sole 
source of information for me and in an instant I 
decided I wanted to know what all the rest of the world 
believed and I wanted to decided for myself what was 
good and bad for me. I knew full well the pleasure I 
got from 'down there' was real and was more tangible 
than the stuff my dad was preaching."

"I wasn't about to challenge my dad, so I began to 
secretly explore the other world I had never seen. I 
for the first time made an effort to learn about the 
teenagers in my neighborhood. In the past all my 
contact with them had been to preach to them and to try 
to get them to come to our church, but the next week I 
went to visit Elisabeth Teranova, she was ….ohhhh….. 
Catholic. She was my age and we'd vaguely know each 
other since we had moved in out house when I was nine. 
I told my dad that I felt the Lord leading me to 
befriend her to lead her to the truth. Since I was a 
model child, be believed me hook like and sinker. It 
took more time to convince Mary I was not trying to 
parasitize her than it took to convince my dad." 

"For sake of time I'll skip the details, but from 
Elisabeth and her friends I learned about pop music, 
TV, movies, wine and, don't laugh, the birds and the 
bees. I remember distinctly the afternoon I confided in 
Elisabeth and her friend Vicky enough to ask them to 
give me the details of how babies were conceived and 
born. I thought they were going to fall over with 
shock. But, by that time they knew what a bubble I'd 
been raised in so they were willing to tell all they 
knew. Elizabeth was a virgin, but had recently began 
giving her boyfriend blow jobs; Vicky had not been a 
virgin for over a year and was already on birth control 
so she had more detailed answers. I think the biggest 
shock for them was when they started to describe 
masturbation, I told them right off that I do it every 
night and how good it felt to put the deodorant bottle 
me when I did it. They were impressed and decided it 
was time for me to meet a boy. Two weeks later 
Elisabeth and I lost our virginity on the same day when 
her boyfriend and his best friend came over on Saturday 
afternoon when her mom had gone out to go shopping."

"That was most defiantly not my best sexual experience. 
It most defiantly felt good to have him inside me, but 
he was done and gone long before I was even warmed up. 
But, after both boys were gone, I had used her older 
brother's room and she and her boyfriend had used her 
room, but when they abruptly left, we went to her room 
and compared notes and I told her how I felt left in 
mid stride. I don't remember who suggested it, probably 
me, but we lay on her bed side by side and she watched 
while I got my-self off over and over again. I'd never 
had anyone watch me and I was a bit shy, but I liked 
being the teacher for a change and besides that I was 
really turned on."

"Did you do it with her again?" Jo Ann asked.

"Oh, yea" Tabitha answered "And yes, by the next week 
Vicky joined in. We messed around with each other a 
little, but it was mostly just group masturbation; but 
it was really nice. I knew full well my dad believed 
that what we were doing was very much a sin. So again I 
was faced with something that felt fulfilling and 
wonderful and clearly made my friends feel the same 
that was proclaimed to be a mortal sin by none other 
than my all powerful father. A father that I, only then 
realized, manipulated the truth about the outside 
world, made it appear to be a terrible place that it 
was not. Now I'm not saying my dad is a bad man, he 
isn't, but he is stuck in seeing sex as subversive and 
just can't get over that. Otherwise he really is a 
really good man. He has helped many, many people." Then 
she paused and added "It's just too bad he didn't have 
the same time for me. I wouldn't have made some of the 
mistakes I did if he had been as focused on his own 
kids as he was on other families."

"That spring, my father got suspicious that my 
friendship with Elisabeth was not just about leading 
her to the Lord, and so he forbid me to go see her. By 
then I was madly in love with a friend of Elisabeth's 
brother who was 19 and rode a Harley. And, for the sake 
of candor, I had sex with Elisabeth's brother months 
before, when he was home from Georgia Tech for 
Christmas break. That was my first really great sexual 
experience. But it was Burton who was my first love. He 
tall, tattooed and a bearded; all the bad stuff He was 
the classic bad boy. On top of that he drank, smoked 
pot and bragged, right in front of me, about his sexual 
prowess. I tell my dad I was going to Vicky's, but I 
would meet Burt a few blocks from my house and we would 
go off. Not only did we fuck like rabbits, he took me 
to my first real parties, which I loved. So when my dad 
forbids me to go to Vicky's, I was without an excuse to 
see Burt. A few nights I got away with crawling out the 
window late, but when I got caught I was put under lock 
and key. It wasn't' that I just got caught, they found 
my bed empty at like 2:00 AM and called the police. It 
never even occurred to them that there obedient little 
girl had snuck out."

"Oh no!" Marcy Gasped "I guess they were terrified."

"They were." Tabitha answered "And after Burt drops me 
off I round the corner to see three police cars in 
front of the house. Then I was scared something had 
happed at home. It didn't even occur to me that the 
police were there because of me. To put it mildly it 
was first a scene of rejoicing, then it got real bad 
for me. My dad is not one for empty threats, and when 
he said that he and mom would not let me out of their 
sight for the next year, until I went to college, I 
knew I would never see Burt again. So I made my choice. 
The next Monday I put some clothes in my book-bag 
before school, and during lunch I took off. I didn't 
see my dad again until after Butch and I moved here."

"I moved in with Burt, my dad tried to get the law on 
him, but since I was 17 and he was only 19 the police 
didn't do anything about it. I was madly in love with 
Burt and so it took me some time to realize he was not 
nearly as in love with me as I was with him. I should 
have gotten the hint when I showed up at his trailer 
that first day and he wanted to know why I was there. 
When I explained he was not as overjoyed as I expected, 
but he did say he was glad we would not have to end our 
relationship. I hung on to that statement for nearly a 
year, hoping my sacrifice I'd made for him would be 
reciprocated. I was so naive. I really believed that 
because we were having amazing sex, he loved me. I sure 
loved him with an all consuming passion."

"That night I met his room-mate Drew, and Drew's 
girlfriend Debbie." Tabitha looked over at Sherry and 
said in aside "In a lot of ways my story is a more 
modern day version of yours. But instead of idealistic 
hippies, I fell in with drugged up red neck bikers." 
Then back to the whole group she continued "That night 
I didn't even know what Burt meant when he told Drew 
that he didn't like sloppy seconds so he'd better not 
go bare back with me. But I soon found out. After we 
all ate some frozen pizzas while watching a friends 
marathon on TBS, Burt, who had been wearing just some 
boxers and a tee-shirt all day, takes off his boxers 
right in front of Drew and Debbie, throws a cushion 
from the couch on the floor and tells me to get naked 
so he can show them how hot I am. I was completely 
taken by surprise; I had concocted a love affair right 
out of one of the harlequin romances I hid under my 
bed. But, for our first night together, my true love 
wants me to lay on the floor of a dirty trailer to show 
me off in front of his friends."

"So what did you do?" Bonne asked incredulously.

"I got naked and put on the best sex show I could. I 
wanted him to be proud of me. At first it was 
humiliating, but as he got into it, and Drew and Debbie 
clearly enjoyed watching, I began to feel really sexy. 
And I guess having jilled off in front of Elisabeth and 
Vicky dozens of times, I had already begun to enjoy 
being watched. Besides that, Burt was pretty good at 
getting me off. So for three full episodes of Friends, 
we fucked and sucked and fucked some more. It turned 
out to be really great, I came over and over. At some 
point, I don't know when, the other two got naked and I 
watched her give Drew head while Burt was down on me. 
I'd never watched anyone and she clearly was 
experienced so after Burt came in me I went back down 
on him I did some of the things I'd seen her do and he 
clearly liked it because he was very soon fully hard 
again."

"When he came again, I found out what he meant by 
sloppy seconds. See, I had yet to use a condom and Burt 
was the third person for me to have sex with, so when 
he came again while I was leaning over the side of the 
couch, my pussy was really full. For a while, Debbie 
and Drew had been just watching the TV and sometimes us 
while she stoked his penis. Burt was still in me when 
he asked Drew if he wanted some sloppy seconds, and 
with out even thinking to ask me, Burt steps aside and 
in goes Drew. It was way too strange for me to be 
offended. I just leaned over and made eye contact with 
Debbie while her boyfriend fucked me from behind. I 
could feel Burt's cum being squished out and dripping 
down between my feet. I will never forget that night; 
just watching her watch her boyfriend."

She paused and Bonnie filled the space "So, was that 
the most erotic moment in your life?"

After a moment Tabitha responded, "No, no that was 
several years latter, the night I met, and made love to 
Butch the first time. But I've talked long enough."

"Oh come on, we want to hear it," Bonnie chided.

She shook her head "No, it's someone else's turn," as 
she snuggled in beside her husband.

Burch spoke up "OK, I'll tell that story then, but I'll 
just stay here if it's OK with you all." Looking down 
at his penis which again had both Tabitha's and Jo 
Ann's hand on the long shaft.

Bonnie laughed "OK, Snake, you can keep getting your 
hand job there, but if you move over here I can assure 
you that your long thing won't go ignored."

Butch laughed but stayed where he was as he began his 
story. "Well, it was a the big Harley event at Sturgis. 
It is a great time: bikes, booze and babes. Law 
enforcement was lax, so the pot was as open as the 
booze. I had my '78 soft-tail and had come up from 
Tennessee with a couple of buddies, they had both 
brought chicks with them, but I was alone. It was 
Wednesday afternoon, I remember it clearly. I was 
tuning up my carburetor and these two chicks walk by 
coming from the showers. They were both wearing nothing 
but a towel wrapped around their waist. They were both 
pretty, but the one on the left got my attention. She 
was so hot. She was slim, but not skinny with a deep 
tan that brought attention to the untanned perfect 
perky little tits. I couldn't help starring at her. She 
was so pretty and so sexy. I almost ran over and said 
hi, but I was afraid of being shot down."

"I told my buddy's about her, and they just teased me 
about not having a woman. And they were right, I was 
horny and lonely, especially since I could hear my 
buddies and their girls getting it on every night."

"Oh poor baby," Tabitha teased.

"Well, the next night, we went to a wet-tee shirt 
contest sponsored by one of the clubs. Guess who I see, 
stealing the show. Not that she had the biggest tits, 
because she didn't' but she was so, so sexy as she 
danced. It didn't hurt that she was one of the few who 
stripped completely naked, She was soo hot and when the 
MC announced that Tabitha had won, I decided then and 
there I wanted to meet her. Of course I knew a chick 
that hot was not there solo, but that didn't deter me, 
after the contest I made my way over to her and put on 
my charm."

"Your charm?!" Tabitha exclaimed "He couldn't get out a 
coherent word. I'd seen him working on his bike the day 
before and thought he was so handsome. So when he comes 
up to me with this stupid grin of his, I knew who it 
was. But his smile was so cute, and he just seemed to 
be stumbling over his words, he was clearly enamored 
with me."

Butch cut back in "I was, and am" he leaned over and 
kissed her on the lips. "Yea, I wasn't so smooth, but 
she agreed to take a ride with me in the Black Hills."

Tabitha continued "And we made love next to a stream 
under the stars. It was wonderful"

"The next morning she gathered her things and we took 
off on my bike."

"And we have been together ever since" she concluded.

"Oh that is so romantic" Bonnie gushed.

"Romantic, Hell, we want more details" Mike complained

"Yea, more details." Cooper seconded.

"OK" Butch relented "We left the club and walked down 
the street to where my bike was parked. We rode out of 
town up into the Black Hills National Forest for about 
an hour. She'd worked at unbuckling my belt and getting 
into my pants as I rode."

"and that was when I met the snake" Tabitha injected 
"At first I I had just the top and didn't realize how 
big it was. By this time in my life, I fucked more guys 
than I could name, but as we rode I realized I'd never 
done a guy hung like this. There was no way we were 
going back before I got to put it in me."

Butch cut her off "It was good that it was a moonless 
night and we were out in the woods because she had my 
piece of wood completely out of my pants. Finally I 
pulled off the road by a river and pulled a blanket our 
from my saddle bag. She was naked again before I had 
gotten the blanket down. She didn't want foreplay, and 
to be honest, I'd had girls before who saw my dick and 
wanted to try it on for size, but she was like a wild 
woman. She virtually pushed me down and straddled me, 
then held by dick and took it all in like no one had 
ever done before. One try and she was sitting on my 
balls."

"He's right" Tabitha agreed "I did want it in me. And 
when I sat down on him I couldn't believe how it kept 
going in and in and in. Now, I'd put some pretty big 
things up me before, but this felt like it was going to 
hit my stomach before I was all the way down. I have 
never before or since had anything in me that feels 
remotely as good as Butch does. And on top of that he 
can keep it up indefinitely. I sat on him for hours, 
just barely moving as we talked. I first had to ask his 
name, and by the time we finished I was in love."

"That's what happened, as I lay on the blanket beside 
the river, she rode me forever and we just talked and 
got to know each other that way. I've done lots of 
things before and since that would make a porno 
director proud, but nothing compares to that first 
night."

"That is so good," Beth Ann said. "You guys are so right 
for each other."

Bonnie stood and said "I love how many different kind 
of stories we have. Now, let's see, Brandy, you and 
Dwight haven't shared. She looked over at Brandy and 
Dwight. The looked at each other and Brandy said 
sheepishly "We don't have any stories like yours. I was 
a virgin until Dwight and I got carried away after 
seeing Titanic. I got pregnant the next month and all 
that was in the seat of his pickup and none of those 
times was really great, at least for me. Everything 
I've done that's the least bit wild has been right here 
with you guys."

Bonnie looked at Dwight "What about you?"

"I'm the same. Brandy was the first girl I went all the 
way with. The only thing I would disagree on was that I 
thought she was so hot back then, and doing it with her 
in my truck was great"

This received some amused laughter. "OK, then we will 
let you off the hook for now." Bonnie replied "Mia? Do 
you have a story to tell?" Mia nodded no.

"Amy, I know you have some great stories."

Amy was lounging in amongst a pile of pillows, having 
laid her robe under her like a blanket, she was nude as 
she worked on her sketches. Looking up she said "I 
think the stories have been great. I don't think 
anything I have to add will do more to make this get-
together a success. Her head motioned to her left where 
Trisha was straddled on Mike with his penis visibly 
inside her as Marcy snuggled to her husband 
masturbating. Trisha evidently sensing the eyes on her 
looked over her shoulder and said "What? Marcy and I 
figured it was time to get things going. Were we 
wrong?"

Bonnie laughed, "No, your right on the money. You don't 
mind if Amy tells a story while you do your thing 
there?"

"No problem," Mike answered.

"Amy?" Bonnie asked indicating to her.

"All right, but I'll make it short." She said putting 
down her sketch pad. "Like Bonnie here, I was for years 
a faithfully monogamous wife and mother. I taught art 
and knew many of my colleges were sexually active, but 
was generally clueless to the fact that I was the only 
one in the department who was not sexually liberated. 
My husband on the other hand, as Cooper can attest, was 
not so constrained. His dick was in every willing pussy 
he met during his business travels. Again I had an idea 
this was so, but I just pretended I didn't. About 5 
years ago, I decided to let myself go and I've been 
with many men and women since, but to put a finger on 
the most erotic moment." She paused "You make think 
it's funny but the most erotic moment in my life was 
the opening of my show in New York."

"As I think all of you know I recently had my first 
public exhibit of my erotic art. I'd been doing these 
paintings mostly in secret for several years, but to 
stand in a very public place beside my work was 
surprisingly erotic. I was so aroused that a number of 
times I had to go to the office to get myself off 
because I simply couldn't concentrate I was so turned 
on. And after each night's show I went wild with who 
ever was in the hospitality suite. With out a doubt it 
was the most erotic time in my life."

Bonnie crossed over to Amy and kissed pushing her 
tongue deep in her mouth and erotically, cupping her 
breasts as she did so. Then standing she said "And I 
can speak first hand as to how hot she was after the 
show." To which she got a few "ohhh's and aaaah's"

"What about Cooper?" Marcy asked (with her legs now 
spread wide and several fingers buried in herself) "We 
never did hear his story."

"OK Coop, your turn. I think he's going to show the 
pics and tell his version of the sailing cruise we took 
last year."

Cooper was already standing and went over to the DVD 
and loaded the disk. "Yea, this is my version of the 
events, which of course is the right one."

"Don't believe him" Bonnie contradicted.

"My old boss invited Bonnie and I to join..." Cooper 
began. It surprised him how aroused he became showing 
the photos and telling what happened. As he had taken 
off his boxers some time ago, when his penis became 
erect it poked out from his robe, he almost put it back 
in, but as he stood by the TV he could clearly see that 
now, in addition to Trisha riding Mike, Jo Ann was 
astride Butch.

As his story continued the group moved from isolated 
messing around to the point nearly everyone was 
engaged. In Mike's lap Trisha as now was actively going 
to town breathing hard, clearly close to climax. Next 
to Mike, his wife's hand had reached over to begin to 
caress Mia's large breast. As he continued to tell his 
tale, Tabitha motioned to Jo Ann to come over and sit 
between she and her husband. Once seated, they promptly 
began to feel her up. Nearest him, Bonnie and Sherry 
sat on either side of Herb, with both their hands 
working on his erection. At one point Cooper stopped 
and asked "Should I stop now? Is anyone listening?"

To which he got several, "Yes, continue" and "We are 
listening, go on" comments.

By the time he did finish it was in full orgy mode. 
Trish had rolled off Mike (into Mia's lap), both 
Trisha's and Mike's faces flushed with orgasm. Tabitha 
and Jo Ann were alternately kissing and sucking off 
Butch; across the room Bonnie and Sherry doing the same 
to Herb. Nearby were Marcy and Beth Ann in making out 
with passion while her husband Calvin played with both 
of their breasts. Watching the action were Brandy and 
Dwight and sketching was Amy.

He was surprised that when he concluded the story, 
Bonnie stood up from between Herb's legs, and said to 
the group "Great, I thought you did a good job telling 
it right." She, who of course by now was naked like 
just about everyone, continued "OK, everyone, let's 
take a break for a few minutes. There were be plenty of 
time to make a tonight a new most erotic moment, but 
let's all untangle for a few minutes."

She did this because Amy had told her that the worst 
killer of a sex party was letting things get too hot 
too early. Cooling things off with planned activities 
was the key to a party in which there is more 
intermixing and where people wear out at more or less 
the same time. 

Then she moved to the center of the room. "So, who's 
story was the best?"

She looked around the room and pointing to people who 
were slow to disengage. As she went she asked "Was it 
Trisha and Mandy's story of their beach trip? Was it 
Beth Ann's story of losing her Virginity, or Jo Ann's 
story of watching Beth Ann? Or perhaps Mikes story the 
German exchange student. Was it Sherry's story of 
living as hippy? Or was it Herb's reminding us of the 
day Sherry deep throated Butch at our pool? Was it 
Brandy and Dwight's non-story? Then we can't forget 
Tabitha's story of running away from home or Butches' 
story of doing Tabitha for the first time. Last but not 
least, Cooper's story."

"The prize, by agreement of all us women, is that the 
winning person has a night of dinner and after meal 
delights with each of the other couples or singles here 
tonight." She looked over at Mia and said "Don't worry, 
you don't need to participate since your just visiting; 
but if you do you are welcome."

The women, who had devised the plan, smiled as their 
surprise was sprung, the men looked on incredulously. 
Bonnie felt the need to restate this "Do you men all 
understand all this? We girls cooked it up weeks ago."

Still blank stares from the guys. 

"OK, Mandy is handing out sheets of paper." Bonnie 
motioned to Mandy and she quickly got up and retrieved 
a stack of paper slips and a box of pens. She handed 
them out.

"Now, put the name of the individual who told the best 
story. I know several stories were told jointly, but 
just list one person who did the best telling."

She saw Amy pass on taking a piece, "Amy, we know you 
live to far to get the reward, but we would like your 
vote, and you too Mia, you can vote even though you 
didn't have a story."

Bonnie got a piece of paper and put down Butch's name, 
then folded it. In her opinion, it was impossible to 
compete with his romantic story. 

Cooper disagreed and wrote down Sherry's name. He 
thought her story was simply amazing and couldn't be 
beat. 

Moments latter Bonnie read out the names. Sherry 
received 5 votes, Butch 5, Tabitha 2, and Marcy 3.

"It seems we have a tie between Butch and Sherry."

"Yea, but Tabitha's story was the same as Butches, so 
that is 7 votes for their story." Dwight pointed out.

"That's true but..." Bonnie began before Sherry 
interrupted "I agree, together they win. I think they 
should share the prize."

"I second the motion," Marcy agreed.

"OK with me then" Bonnie acquiesced. "So each of us 
will have the Smiths over for dinner and entertainment 
some time in the next few weeks and we will be looking 
to hear who they say was the best host." Then with a 
flourish she said "That concludes the planned 
activities for the evening. Food is still in the 
kitchen, there is the game room, the pool is still 
plenty warm if you want a swim, and both our bedroom 
and the guest room are open, as well as right here for 
other activities. 

Bonnie concentrated on being a good host for the next 
few hours. The party took on three distinct phases. As 
planned Bonnie's interruption broke up the sexual 
progress while people ate, talked and generally relaxed 
for a little while. Then, as if on cue, the party broke 
up into smaller groups for about an hour minutes of 
sex. Brandy, Dwight, Tabitha, Butch and Jo Ann migrated 
to the master bedroom. While Beth Ann, Calvin, Marcy 
and Mike made a nest in one corner of the family room 
and Trisha and Mia retired to the guest room upstairs. 
.Sherry, Herb, and Cooper made a space on the other 
side of the family room with Bonnie coming and going 
from the progressing action while she also provided the 
different groups condoms, drinks and later towels.

Bonnie looked at the clock, it was about half past mid-
night when the first set broke up and the kitchen 
filled up and a number of people when for a late night 
swim. For the next hour or so people, dressed in 
towels, robes and such talked, shot pool and generally 
relaxed. 

Amy having a long drive home gathered her sketches 
"Bonnie, you did a bang up job with this party. Next 
time I'll leave the sketch book at home and 
participate." She gave Bonnie a kiss and left.

At about 2:00 someone mentioned it was getting late. 
This lead to a new round of adult play. This time the 
groups were split fairly clearly with the younger set: 
Brandy, Dwight, Tabitha, Butch, Beth Ann, Calvin and Jo 
Ann all hitting the pool to play; while the older set 
Bonne, Cooper, Trisha, Mia, Marcy, Mike, Sherry and 
Herb staying on the family room floor.

Bonnie relaxed as Trisha made herself comfortable 
laying her head on Bonnie's thigh. The pleasure of 
feeling Trisha's soft fingers manipulate her inner 
lips, then penetrate her was more relaxing than sexual. 
She lay her head back on a pillow, closed her eyes and 
enjoyed. 

"Yes, this is the way to have friends over," She mused 
to no one in particular.

"I must say I do agree," Cooper said. 

Bonnie opened one eye to see her husband laying on the 
next pillow, with Marcy's mouth taking in nearly his 
entire erect penis. She smiled and closed her eye again 
to enjoy Trisha's ministrations. She assumed the others 
were behind her from the sounds, but she did not look. 
The feelings of relaxation were giving way to arousal 
as Trisha's tongue replaced her fingers. The eroticism 
of the night suddenly filled her and she pressed her 
pelvis into Trisha's face. The tingling in her inner 
self became a painful desire. She grabbed Trisha's head 
and pressed it down on her crotch. Trisha reciprocated 
by driving her tongue as deep as it would go into her 
snatch. She pressed harder on the back of Trisha's 
head. She wanted it deeper in her, but she could feel 
her friend pulling away. She was suffocating Trish. 

She opened her eyes and looked to her left, Sherry had 
Mike's entire penis in her mouth. 

"Sherry" Bonnie said breathlessly, "Let me barrow 
Mike, I haven't been fucked all night and I'm dying 
here."

Sherry looked up with a grin, "Sure, all primed and 
ready for you."

With out being asked Trisha moved out and Bonnie spread 
her legs. Mike slid in easily with no help from Bonnie. 
She knew in her heart she really wanted Butch inside 
her, but she had asked for him even though she knew he 
wasn't even as big as Cooper. So she focused on the 
feeling of him in her and wrapped her legs around his 
waist to pull him further in. Having cum earlier in the 
evening, Mike had good staying power and as her arousal 
built that counted for a lot.

Drops of sweat were landing on her as he kept up a pace 
worthy of a man much younger. She knew she had 
plateaued and could not cum in this position, so she 
told him she wanted to switch positions. Rolling to her 
hands and knees, and scrunching up a big pillow under 
her hips, she offered him herself.

Initially she looked around to see Marcy watching her 
husband driving his penis into her with all the force 
he could muster, while her husband did the same to 
Marcy. It was just what she needed to make the final 
assent. She could see Cooper's face as he focused on 
fucking Marcy. She always liked watching his face in 
the mirror while he fucked her, now to watch him do 
Marcy while Mike's balls were slapping her clit was 
rapidly bringing her to climax.

She felt it climbing out of her inner most self, a 
shutter, then a crest of sensation coursed out from her 
sex, up her torso, down her legs, down her arms and 
into her brain. One wave, two, three four, her arms 
were shaking, she could feel her hips involuntarily 
pushing back on Mike. Her legs had lost all strength 
and she slumped down on the pillow beneath her as the 
waves of ecstasy continued.

She almost told Mike to stop, but she could feel a 
second, if slightly less powerful orgasm about to 
break. And break it did, as did a third and fourth was 
on it's way when Mike pulled himself deep in her as he 
sprayed semen into her before collapsing in a sweaty 
pile beside her.

Cooper had gone from stoking in and out of Marcy to 
sucking on her clit as she writhed in sweet ecstasy. 
When Mike's loud groan let everyone know he was cumming 
in Bonnie, Cooper looked up from between Marcy's legs 
and he could see she was not done, though Mike was. 
Giving Marcy's mound a kiss he got up to his knees and 
moved behind his wife who was panting hard. Mikes semen 
was oozing out of her as his penis filled the open 
cavity.
 
Bonnie knew who it was who had taken Mikes place, and 
she was glad it was her husband. She focused on the 
feeling of his bigger penis going in and out and 
imagined she could see Mike's semen all over Copper's 
penis. Suddenly that urge to see her husbands penis 
slick with Mike's jizz filled her mind. She wanted to 
see it, taste it, she wanted to taste both of them at 
once.

Looking to her left she could see Mike still breathing 
hard, his penis not quite fully soft, but clearly not 
hard. It was shiny with his and her sex. She groaned at 
Mike "Come up here".

It took a moment then he understood. He moved to his 
knees beside her head. She lifted the sticky organ to 
her lips and swallowed it whole. The taste was pungent 
and very strong, but right now that was what she 
wanted. She swirled the soft tube in her mouth and used 
her tongue to get the last bit of sexual taste off 
before rolling over and saying some thing she'd never 
done before with Cooper, "I want you to cum in my 
mouth." Before taking as much of Coopers erect penis 
into her mouth as she could. 

He most defiantly tasted of Mike. It was such a turn on 
that she couldn't help use one hand to stimulate 
herself as she sucked on Cooper for all she was worth. 
That fourth orgasm was not long in coming and as she 
came, so did Cooper. She had to fight not to bite down 
as she climaxed; however she was not able to take all 
his load in her mouth wild shaking violently in her own 
orgasm. She got well more than a taste of his semen, 
but most of it sprayed on her face and hair as she lost 
her balance and fell over. 

The sight must have been comic because as her mind 
cleared after the orgasm, she heard a room full of 
laughter. 

"Damn Cooper, you blew her right over with that one" 
Sherry sniggered.

"Bonnie, no wonder you don't' let him do that more 
often, it's dangerous" Mandy added.

Bonnie and Cooper joined in the amusement as they both 
lay and recovered their energy. Evidently, she and 
Trisha, then Mike had been busy for longer than she 
thought. The others were all clearly done for the night 
before she had even started with Cooper. It was not too 
long after that the younger group began coming in from 
the pool, just as sexually spent as their elders.

For an hour or so the group of friends sat around 
relaxing, talking and sipping wine. Some had gotten 
dressed, others relaxed still nude. Dwight had gotten 
hard again and Brandy, with out fanfare, mounted him 
and rocked slowly as the group talked. 

Herb was, not surprisingly, the first to begin to nod 
off. So he and Sherry gathered their things to leave. 
Soon after the other the guest had gone and Cooper and 
Bonnie lay on some pillows on the floor. 

"Well?" Cooper asked.

"Well what?" Bonnie replied.

"How did you think it went?"

"Mostly it was great, better than I'd expected," Bonnie 
answered.

"Mostly?"

"Well, I guess I didn't for see it breaking up into the 
older people and younger people. I hope that isn't 
going to be a pattern."

"I don't know. But I guess it seems natural. Come on, 
Herb could be Brandy's grandfather."

"Yea, I guess. I just didn't foresee that."

"Don't worry about that. I think the evening went 
great."

"Yea, I guess it did."

To be continued...


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