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In Search of the Final Freedom: Chapter 12

Updated: May 21

In Search of the Final Freedom:

An Erotic Socio-Political Novel

Book One: Unlikely Revolutionaries

Chapter 12

Heather Jones

The next morning, the LeMarco’s had a fresh tropical breakfast delivered to the San Dinero just after dawn before the time Ramón was scheduled to cast off. They had two days to make it back to Miami and only two things left on their itinerary a scuba dive and a brief stop at Grand Cay for a beachside dinner. The plan was to use the power of the auxiliary diesel to head directly into the wind for several hours before heading north-west under sail. Ramón, taking advantage of the furled sail on the mizzen boon, had pitched an awning over the cockpit affording some shade to the passengers when they made their way up from below. After the long harrowing and wet night, no one but Ramón moved until the island was well beyond the horizon.

When they had returned to the schooner at just past 1AM, all of them soaked to the skin, things were much quieter than they had been the past few nights. On the cab ride back to the marina Heather and Bonnie seemed joined at the hip. It came as no great surprise when Bonnie said Heather would be sleeping with them. Other than how crowded it would be, Cooper did not mind one bit. Nor was it a surprise when the two women got into the bed fully nude. What was a surprise was once they were in the bed, Bonnie turned to face Cooper and said “I’ve already had great sex tonight and I’m a bit sore down there. Heather and I talked and she would like to make love to you and I would very much like to be right beside you two while you do it. I won’t interfere, but I just want to feel the vibe of your lovemaking.”

And that was what happened. Though Bonnie insisted she would not be a part, she was. More than half of the hour was taken up with two long sessions where Heather and Bonnie lay face to face whispering, kissing and caressing each other. Jointly the women assigned the task of spooning and slowly screwed his wife’s new infatuation as they focused on one another. At the end of the first session, before a potty break, Bonnie mustered up the strength to help Heather with a blow job, though they both cautioned him against cumming since he had more work to do after the break. For Cooper put it what he thought was a more than adequate performance; but eventually, he had been going so long he had to put more effort into keeping hard, and that brought him to the brink of orgasm. With an apology he quietly let them know he was close to cumming. Almost in unison they told him to ejaculate inside of her. And so, as his wife kissed the teenager, Cooper filled her with his seed.

They soon moved to sixty-nine. It got very quiet and sill since, to Cooper, with their heads on the other’s thigh nothing was happening. Though occasional soft sighs did catch his ear. He knew something was going on, but he didn’t quite know what it was. In the stillness he fell asleep.

9:00 AM found Cooper laying in their bunk, listening to the rumbling of the engine. It seemed anomalous as he was used to the quiet of being under sail. He absent mindedly stroked his erection. He sat up and looked to the ‘cabin’ of Heather and Tina and found that he was alone in that part of the boat. He leaned up on his elbow and peered through the solon into the open door of the master cabin. He could just see enough of the big bed to know it was not empty, but that was all he could make out.

Once standing he looked back toward the aft cabin. The door was open as well and Brian lay on his back with Heather giving him slow head. It seemed odd to him given the genuine affection she seemed to have for Bonnie last night, yet first thing in the morning she was sucking Brian off. He had to remind himself that affection and sex did not necessarily go hand in hand; and she was Brian’s girlfriend after all.

Evidently his feet hitting the floor got their attention and both looked his way. Heather briefly smiled at him before refilling her mouth with penis. Brian said good morning and eyeing his dick pointing skyward asked if he wanted a blow job too. Initially Cooper bridled at how he volunteered Heather to give oral sex; but then the eyes on his erection gave him the feeling he didn’t mean for Heather to give the blow job at all. He was both pleased Brian was evidently saying he wanted to suck his dick and a little apprehensive about how that would look if he agreed. He declined politely and said it sounded fun, but he was really hungry. Both statements were true.

Climbing the short stair to the cockpit he stopped to listen to Bonnie retelling her story from last night for the third time, this time it was Judy who was asking for details. She was particularly interested in Bonnie’s take on being fucked by two men at once for the first time.

“Well, my ass hurts.” Bonnie just finished saying as Cooper poked his head out of the lower cabin. Judy gave her a sympathetic pat saying “You’re lucky that Philippe is a safe-sex Nazi and never goes anywhere without his extra-lube condoms. Your ass would really be hurting if he’d done you bareback.”

Bonnie hadn’t thought of that before, and the truth was she had been in no shape to insist on a condom. She did not share that with Judy but went on with her story. “With all that rum in me it didn’t freak me out when I realized Philippe was balls deep in my ass. I’m sure you are right about Philippe using a condom because before that I had found that Gastón magically had one on when I grabbed his cock to guide it into me. I was too drunk to wonder where they got a condom on the beach. Like I told Cooper, I'm pretty sure it had been there through my whole series of orgasms before my brain registered that it wasn’t just Gastón’s big cock making me feel that way. Part of it was that Philippe wasn’t very thick. At least I don’t think so, the details are kinda foggy. That is rather embarrassing. I haven't had sloppy drunk sex since I was Heather’s age.”

Judy commented “I’ve had more than a few great sex stories that were lost in the fog of Jamaican rum. So did you like it?”

“Well…..” Bonnie paused before continuing “….well, yea, it was good. No, it was great. It’s kinda embarrassing but yea I loved the feeling of being serviced by two guys at once. It was overwhelming though - like too many sensations coming all at the same time. It's possible that I wouldn't enjoy it fully sober.”

Mandy asked “Do you usually get into anal sex?”

“Not really” Bonnie answered “It’s not that I don’t like it, because I do, but it’s kinda a hang up of mine. Cooper likes to lick my ass hole, but I don’t much let him even though it feels really good. I guess I’m just too much of a clean freak to get into anal most of the time. I have to be really turned on to overcome that.”

“You ought to do an enema first” Judy advised “I am not a big fan of having a dick in my ass, but a couple of my friends who are tell me that if they plan on doing anal at a party they will give themselves an enema first.”

“Doesn’t that feel a little weird?” Heather asked.

Judy replied “Like I said, I’m not into anal, but a friend who did a lot of anal told me that after she’d been doing it while, just the enema began to turn her on. She said it her own self-foreplay to get her ready to go.”

“I never thought about it. I’m sure you are right.” Bonnie replied.

Judy looked directly at Cooper, who’s head was just even with the hatch cover. “Are you just going to stand there or come sit with us?”

Cooper, a little flustered, said “Yea, I was just coming for some breakfast” as he climbed the rest of the way up onto the cockpit deck. He was not surprised this time to see both the Mrs. LeMarco’s and Bonnie lounging nude on the wide couch like benches that made a “U” shape around the yacht’s stern. The pair of tables that had been in that space for the last few days were gone. Then he realized the table tops were still there, but they were now down, flush with the deck. It seems they stored right where they sat.

He was a little surprised to see that Ramón who was at the wheel was also nude. Usually he wore his old shorts even when all of the passengers were unclothed. Then he noticed Judy was holding his shorts and surmised that she had insisted he take them off.

Mandy sat up and eyed Cooper's still somewhat firm hard-on and smiled “It’s nice to see someone appreciates all this lovely flesh on display” and patted the cushion next to her indicating where she wanted him to sit. Bonnie was propped up against the cabin wall to his left so he took a seat between her feet and Judy.

Before he had even fully sat down, Mandy’s hand was wrapped around his member. “Ohh it’s so warm.” She said with a smile.

Cooper had to make himself relax or he would have erupted then and there, so he focused on the fruit tray on a stand just in front of Ramón and the wheel. He leaned forward to get a plate. Mandy only released her grip long enough to lay out on her front, so that when he sat back down her head lay propped up by one hand, inches from his cock. Her free hand again wrapped her fingers around him and slowly stroked. She looked across the cockpit to her mother-in-law. “He is most definitely longer than Brian or Martin” she said as she examined Cooper’s penis.

Judy answered “Yea longer, but I think that Martin is thicker, especially in the head.”

“Yea, your right” Mandy replied. “Martin has that mushroom head, Cooper here has more of a torpedo dick, but I’m sure I can deep throat him with no problem.”

Cooper was taken aback at this banter about his penis. Even with all that he had seen in the past few days to have a woman talk like this to her mother-in-law was very strange indeed. His thoughts were cut short when he heard Judy say “go ahead and try.” Momentarily Mandy leaned her head forward to wrap her lips around his head. Though he could not see her action directly, because his lap was filled with blond hair, he watched her head roll forward, and down. He could clearly feel his penis going into her warm wet mouth until he felt her lips grip tight on the base of his cock. She held it there. He could feel a tightness on his head. That was new. All this made him think how sexually inexperienced he was compared to everyone on the boat. As it had been publicly announced at the luau, prior to this trip he’d only had sex, even oral sex, with Bonnie and two college girlfriends. He knew Bonnie did not take him that deep and wondered if that feeling of tightness was normal. He supposed his penis might not just be in her mouth but into her throat, but he did not actually know. And in doing this she had not even the hint of gagging like both his college girlfriends had done when they tried to take all of him in their mouth. Slowly she rose her head before moving downward again.

Bonnie, from her position to Cooper’s right had a better view, but it took some shifting to actually see Mandy deep throat her husband. She had never been able to go that far down without gagging. On each stroke Mandy’s lips went all the way down into Cooper’s dark pubic hair. She would hold for a few seconds then begin pulling the already taut skin upward as she clearly was sucking hard against the action of pulling him out. An unexpected pang of jealousy popped into her brain. It surprised her that after all they had done, it would still bother her to watch this beautiful young woman suck Cooper’s penis. As she watched she realized it was not the fact she was blowing him, but rather Mandy LeMarco in her early 20’s was doing something Bonnie had never learned to do. She was jealous that Mandy could deep throat and she could not. It was as simple as that.

Her self-examination was interrupted when Judy continued her previous discussion. “As I was saying before Cooper came up. OH! I made a pun, Cooper came UP!”

Cooper was enjoying himself but, in an effort, to change his focus, added a very artificial “Ha Ha” before Judy went on. “On rare occasions I've wanted dick in my ass and pussy together. And those times I've wanted it, I've enjoyed it. But that has been like three times in thirty years of fucking around. Now having two guys in my pussy is something totally different. Whenever I get the right two guys with me, I totally get off on having both dicks in my box.”

Bonnie only vaguely remembered Cooper mentioning that when he and Brian had fucked her at the same time, they had both been in her vagina. She had thought he’d misspoke at the time, but let it pass; but now it was clear that was exactly what he had done. She forgot about her jealousy over deep throat, and wondered how any woman could put two penises in her vagina at once. Then the old saying "Different strokes for different folks" came to mind in a way she'd never thought of it before.

Reading the surprise on Bonnie’s face, Judy explained. “See, I’ve always had a big box. Even as a teenager I masturbated using big things, one of my usual’s was a flash light. Not a little “AAA” flashlight, but the honk’n big “D” cell metal flashlights that policemen carry. At 15 I could put half of one of those big Maglite’s in me years old. I must say it was a bit of a letdown when I started doing real boys because only a few of the dozens of guys I did in high school really filled me. Even Ramón here, with his very nice tool doesn’t begin to make me tight.”

“Over the years I have made it with more than a few real donkey dicks that felt great inside, but inevitably they were attached to people I did not care to spend a lot of non-sexual time with. Now that is not to say Martin does not get me off, because we rarely screw when I don’t come at least once. It’s not that I don't enjoy normal dicks, it is just that I also like to feel really filled sometimes. On occasion I put a small vibrator in when Martin or other regular sized guys are in me; but when I really want my pussy filled to the max, I like two guys to do me at once. Both in my vagina I mean.”

“I can’t imagine” Bonnie gasped.

Mandy, who was evidently listening as she sucked, lifted her head and added “Me either and I’ve seen her do it lots of times.”

“Two average sized guys, like Martin and Brian, stretch me just a little. That is the most I am comfortable with on a regular basis. With bigger guys I’m always sore the next day, but I never regret it. OK, I have regretted it a couple of times because it hurt to walk for days. But that was when both of the guys were really hung.”

Bonnie stared dumbstruck, then blurted out “But doing that means their dicks are rubbing on each other. How many guys would do that?” as she thought of father and son doing Judy at once. Given what Judy had said the other day this revelation should not have been all so shocking, but it was. To Bonnie, it seemed that the LeMarco’s took free sex a step too far, even if they didn’t have that sense of entitlement.

“Perhaps you would be surprised that nearly all will” Judy said oblivious to Bonnie’s reaction, “Is the guys who have never had any guy-guy experience are usually the quickest to cum doing that. I’ve had several of them admit to me that they came so quick because the other dick was rubbing on them. I’ve never yet had any guy refuse to do a double on me, no matter how macho or homophobic they talk in public.”

Bonnie didn’t think her head could absorb any more information. She already had more new concepts than she could process. “I will have to trust you on that. After all my husband did it as soon as you asked. But even if guys would do it, there is no way my vagina is that big.”

Mandy lifted her face off Cooper’s tool once again and added “I agree, no way. I must admit it’s a kinky turn on to watch Judy do it, especially with Brian and Martin together. But if I do a DP, I’ll stick with one in my ass and one in my cunt, and I’ve only done that a few times.”

Cooper was not part of their conversation. He was totally lost in bliss. As Brian’s wife spoke, she continued to play with Cooper’s swollen head with her right thumb and fore finger. “I’m still undecided about tonight though.” She looked up to Judy with a knowing smile.

Bonnie began to ask what that meant when Ramón interrupted; “Señoras I am sorry to disturb you, but you will need to move. I must hoist the sails Now. Señor Campbell would you care to assist me?” Judy instinctively took command, “Come on girls let’s get some breakfast ready while the guys work.”

Cooper sat bewildered, almost ready to cum, he now sat with his dick rock hard and he wasn’t about to sit and jack off in front of Ramón. He was amused to see Ramón’s penis was also flying at full staff, evidently from watching Mandy give him head. From below, he heard Judy bark “Brian, pull your dick out of her mouth and get up and help them hoist the sails.” Quickly Brian was up the steps, also sporting a full erection.

He didn’t seem angry about being interrupted. Cooper was sure it was because he knew full well he would get all he wanted today. Without waiting for Ramón to tell him what needed to be done, Brian beckoned Cooper to the bow and they pulled the lines raising a pair of jib sails for today's long run.

“Well I’m glad to see your taking to all this stuff” Brian said as they cleated off the lines. “Some guys think they can handle it, but when they actually see their wife fucking like a damn cat in heat, they just flip out.”

They took hold of the mainsail line, wound it around the winch and pulled hard. “No problem here” Cooper answered. “I like to see her happy and having fun.”

“Oh, I like to watch Mandy too, but not all guys like it. Two years ago we invited Steve McKinney and his wife. We thought they would be fine because they had been in an ongoing relationship with his secretary Joan. Remember her? Yea, for a year she had been doing it with both Steve and his wife, and Joan had been with us on our trip the year before. So all three of them were invited. He was cool the first day, he got into the nude women and wasted no time in banging Judy in front of his wife. That night we had a big group fuck and I began to get bad vibes from him. I couldn’t say what was wrong, but when I watched him watching his wife fucking dad, I just knew something was not right. The next day he just went to pieces when he woke up from a nap to find me and Dad on top of the cabin with his wife and Joan in a foursome. He just went ballistic. If we had not been just an hour from Martinique I don’t know what would have happened. We dropped them off and they flew home. He quit the company before we got back to work. It was a mess.”

Cooper asked, “So why did you think I would be OK with it when Steve was not?”

“You already showed him how you would react to that. Do you not know how much your actions at this year’s Christmas party said about you? When Tina’s boyfriend announced to everyone at the party that he found Tina and Bonnie having sex in your office, you didn’t flinch. And when he said that your wife had asked him to join in for a threesome you just laughed and assured everyone that you supported whatever she was doing. That was it. We knew you’d be fine if you came with us.”

As they were wrapping up the lines Cooper heard Tina’s voice from the stern. “Well, three stiff poles in the breeze, maybe we should tie a sail to one.” All three guys still had their poles standing up. Cooper knew his was up from talking about Bonnie fucking, Ramón’s was up because Tina had already begun to play with it, and Brian’s seemed to always be hard.

Brian just let her comment slide by and told her “You can tell the girls that the sails are all up and we can start laying out breakfast”.

“I can, but I think they found some entertainment that doesn’t involve dick” Tina answered.

“Then why aren’t you partaking with them?” Cooper asked.

“First, because Mandy, and I were up playing long after everyone else was asleep and then we came in and gave your wife some really good wake up sex. But more importantly is that it is just too stuffy down there during the day to have fun. I mean working up a sweat by fucking hard is one thing, sweating when you’re just lying there is something entirely different.” With that she let go of Ramón’s penis, slapped him on the butt and took her towel to the bow. Brian picked up a towel and followed her.

Cooper made himself comfortable on the bench on the right side of the cockpit which was shaded by the mizzen sail. He had decided he’d had enough sun. Now with the motor off, the sounds were of the waves on the bow and an occasional ruffle of the sails were just about all to be heard. Almost, because directly below him four women were busy with their Sapphic play. From the opened port holes and hatch the quiet, but unmistakable sound of womanly pleasure filtered to Cooper’s ears. It wasn’t a continuous sound, but just the occasional groan or sigh and every few minutes he could make out a voice clearly saying, “Yea right there” or “Oh, keep doing that.”

Though he thought about going below, he did not want to interrupt their good time. He did want to stroke his tool which had been hard on and off for almost an hour, but he just could not bring himself to do so with Ramón standing at the wheel just feet from him.

“So Ramón, do all your charters have this much sex going on?” Cooper queried.

“Not many with this much” Ramón answered with his thick Cuban accent. “You know San Dinero belongs to Señor LeMarco, but I live on her. She is my home. Two weeks each month we sail with charters. Sometimes, guests like you act as crew, but most times we sail with a hand.”

Cooper had seen Ramón’s cabin had a second bunk. It made sense that some guests would not want to help with the sails and such so I hand would be needed.

Ramón did not pause the longest narrative Cooper had heard him make. “Sexado where I hear happens almost every trip, sometimes I see, sometimes no. Not rmany hombres y chicas sexado on deck. But sometimes I think they get excited when I see them. Like now young Señor LeMarco and señorita Tina do on the bow.”

Cooper did not even bother to move to see, though he was not the least bit surprised that Brian was already bothering Tina. “How often do they ask you to join in?” Cooper followed up.

“Damas, señorías, mostly come to me for pleasure when esposa sleep. Many men know not how to please their ladies and only please them self then go to sleep. Señorías come to Ramón and he please them mucho before they lay back with their sleeping esposa. Señor no know mi semilla está en su esposa.”

Cooper couldn’t help but laugh. It was clear that even Ramón working in Miami had taken on the LeMarco values. “How many are like the LeMarco’s and ask you to have sex with both the wife and the husband?”

“Nunca, unless they have been on a cruise with Señor LeMarco. Guests who have been on San Dinero many times, like me to pleasure damas often, and hombres sometimes.”

Like his wife, Cooper was dealing with information overload. Certainly for weeks to come, the two of them would be debriefing trying to process all they had seen and heard. Cooper did not ask any more questions, but just relaxed and listened to the sounds of the yacht and the women.

After a time, he thought he’d recognized the sounds of a number of orgasms, when the quiet sounds were broken by Mandy yelling out “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, OH FUCK YES,” and then subside into loud incoherent mumbling, as evidently someone had done a real job on her. Before Mandy’s ranting had ended, Cooper heard heavy footsteps moving in the cabin. He guessed Martin had heard his daughter-in-law and was moving from the master stateroom to the aft cabin to join them. Cooper mused how Martin’s sense of entitlement would override any concern about interrupting the girl’s only time. Cooper was sure he would have one of them speared in seconds without asking if they wanted him to join. Sure enough, he heard the rhythmic slapping of flesh indicating he hadn’t said a word but went straight to fucking. Cooper wondered who he was doing. Perhaps it was his wife. With Martin now in the room he would not be invading the all-girl play if he went below, so finally Cooper would get some relief for his raging hard on. However, before he moved Judy’s voice came up from below: “Ramón.” Bonnie’s voice echoed, “Ramón!”. Judy’s voice came again. “Could you come down here.” Her request was followed by some words too quiet for Cooper to make out which was followed by some laughter.

Cooper had not gotten up to go to the hatch, so it was not unreasonable for Ramón to turn to him and ask “Señor Campbell, take the helm, por favor, I am being summoned.”

Though Cooper had wanted to join the group, his disappointment was mitigated by the fact he had wanted to sail the yacht since they arrived but had not dared to ask. When Cooper stood by the wheel Ramón pointed to the compass and said to stay on the same north by north-east heading until he returned.

Cooper gripped the large wood and brass wheel and scanned the taut sails. He knew if the wind held steady he would need to do very little. He watched the still naked Ramón descend the steps and turn to enter the aft cabin.

Cooper had to admit to himself that the opportunity to helm the San Dinero unsupervised was every bit as good as going below. Keeping an eye on the horizon, the compass and the radar, he tried not to veer the schooner off course. From his new position he could hear somewhat better than before and he tried to figure out the various couplings below by the sounds. Occasionally he could hear the slapping sound of aggressive fucking; other times he heard comments or directions. He was sure he could tell a few times when one of the women had an orgasm; and he was also sure he could tell when Martin shot a load.

After perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes the noise almost completely ceased except for the sound of one couple fucking. The couple was identified when he heard his wife’s voice say “Oh Ramón, you feel so good in me.” At least he knew what his wife was up to. Ramón’s grunting orgasm was the closing note of the sexual symphony, then silence. For a good five minutes there were no sounds except the waves and sails. Then five sweaty, exhausted and naked bodies clambered up onto the deck (Martin had stayed below).

Ramón thanked Cooper and took his place at the wheel. The four women collapsed onto the cushions. Sprawled out around him, two on each of the curved benches, the women looked utterly spent. With the women laying across the benches the only place he found room to sit was beyond Bonnie’s feet at the schooner’s stern.

“That was great” Mandy said in a breathy voice.

“Amazing” agreed Heather

“Oh, Bonnie, how did you learn to eat pussy like that?” Mandy said more to herself than to Bonnie. “You kicked my ass with that tongue of yours. That last orgasm you gave me almost brought on a heart attack.”

“I think every ship in the Caribbean heard you cum that time” Judy interjected.

Cooper could see a smile form on Bonnie’s sweaty face. Slowly she pulled herself up into a half sitting position, one leg stretched out on the bench and one hanging off the side. When she was up, she answered, “Well I just wanted to give you back what you did for me. Between you and Heather I don’t know how many times I came. Damn, there is no way I’ve ever had so many orgasms in 48 hours as I have had in the last two days. Not even a fraction. I didn’t think my body was capable of it.”

“But that didn’t keep you from fucking the hell out of both my husband and Ramón” Judy quipped.

Bonnie smiled again. She felt very good about herself. She knew part of this was the leftovers from a bucket load of orgasms, but mostly she felt good she had made Ramón and all three of the women cum at least once. Here, among what she had decided must be the sexual elite, she not only held her own, but outperformed them all. Once again, she felt like a sex goddess. Sitting with her legs spread, semen began oozing out of her, down her ass and dripping onto the cushion. She closed her eyes, “This is good” she thought as she enjoyed the moment.

From his position, Cooper could see the off-white flow from his wife’s vagina. He wanted to plant his face between his wife’s legs but she looked so content.

Heather was the only one who realized that Cooper wasn’t nearly as contented as everyone else. Before she moved over to him, Heather asked the others. “Am I the only one who remembers poor Cooper sailed the boat while we played?” She got right in front of him and stood on her knees right over his erection. He neither resisted nor helped as she guided his penis into her. She wrapped her arms around him and nestled her face in his neck. Slowly she began to roll her hips, pressing down on him.

While Bonnie had used the word crush to describe the feelings she had developed for the teenage girl; Cooper was more inclined to look at their relationship with Heather in a mentorship light. Yet, the simple truth was he enjoyed her company very much and they seemed to have great physical chemistry where neither of them tried to dominate or exploit. They just seem to fit together without effort or stress. Perhaps the role of mentor and playmate were not mutually exclusive; but what was clear was that a connection had been made. What that meant beyond this trip, if anything, he had no idea.

“This is really nice.” she whispered in his ear before giving him a series of kisses on his neck. “I failed to thank you for last night. You helped make it wonderful.”

The volume of her voice made it clear to him that she wanted this conversation to be private, between the two of them. He turned his head slightly so he could whisper back into her ear. “I enjoyed helping you two. It was a beautiful thing and I was glad to be part.”

She whispered back “I know you were tired and we sort of left you out even while we asked you to do me. I don’t think I’ve ever met a guy who would have done what you did for us. I hope you don’t feel used.”

He quietly chuckled in her ear “If that was being used, well you two can use me all you want.”

She turned to give him a string of kisses that ran from his shoulder to his lips. “I think you are amazing. Bonnie is the luckiest woman alive.” She snuggled into his neck again and changed her hip’s pattern as she rolled them on his. “You really do feel good in me” she said. For emphasis, she gave a little sigh.

As she moved on him, he began to feel wetness spreading from the root of his penis. It wasn’t a problem; it was just something he noticed.

She must have been aware of the drainage and whispered “I hope you don’t mind sloppy seconds. I’m afraid Mr. LeMarco left me filled to the brim.”

Even on the last day of the trip, another first: genuine sloppy seconds, or thirds perhaps. He had no way of knowing. Perhaps he and Bonnie should make a list of all the new experiences they had this week. It would certainly be long. He whispered “Yes, it is amazing how he can do that over and over. Night before last I watched him cum in Bonnie three times.” Cooper then went silent so as to embraced the moment. The warm softness of her unclothed body holding tight onto his, the pleasure of her grinding and the feeling of Martin’s semen dribbling over his balls all competed for his attention.

They continued in silent satisfaction with the slow thrusting roll of her hips the only motion. After a wonderful forever, she sat straight upright on him and slightly turned to put her right nipple to his mouth.

Cooper thought to himself “She’s not afraid of letting me know what she wants. I like that.” He began to lick and suckle the proffered nipple.

As Cooper had expected, Bonnie was indeed watching as Heather slowly rode her husband quite literally at her feet. She was so pretty and to watch her hips slowly grind on her beloved husband was a visual and emotional delight. He certainly deserved this attention after she and Heather had put his needs aside last night and used him simply as an adjunct to their lovemaking for what had to have been a solid hour. Yet he had not shown the tiniest bit of resentment at their disregard for his sexual desires.

As Cooper and Heather wallowed in their bliss, Bonnie carried on the conversation with Judy and Mandy; even while she continued to ponder on how this new life would play out for them. Certainly, she had never imagined that the person who would become their first joint lover would be a teenage girl. That fact reinforced the reality that she had no idea how their open marriage would play out. She still was not sure where this was going nor where she wanted it to go. What did Heather want from them? What did she want? So much uncertainty, yet, it was what it was. She could not miss that though to the others her husband and the teenage girl were just having meaningless sex; but to her eye, she knew they were carrying on a conversation of depth. She knew her husband well enough to know when a conversation meant something and there was no question there was something more going on that the others did not see. To her it appeared they were using the sex as a cover to spend quality time talking, rather than the other way around. So many unexpected twists already and this was the very first week that they had fully embraced the free love life. Cooper had never been the kind of guy who leers at young girls, so this wasn’t about some fantasy of his. But what was going on between them?

Heather’s face was again nestled in Cooper’s neck. He was enjoying the feel and sound of her slow breathing. It gave him a deep feeling of satisfaction that she was so contented to be on him, to have him inside of her. If her hips had not continued to move slowly, he might have wondered if she’d gone to sleep. Sometime before, after she’d had him suckle her nipples, she’d whispered “I know I’m asking a lot, but would you mind if we just keep on like this rather than getting off right now?”

He had let her know that he was more than happy to do so. The fact was that he was fully embracing their communion. Cooper was old enough to know that orgasms were easy, extended full body contact bonding like this was rare indeed. He was aware that Mandy had begun setting out breakfast without disturbing them. Brian and Tina had come aft after their morning sex and breakfast had begun and there was activity all around; yet he and Heather were in their own private quiet world. He had no idea how long she’d been on him, certainly at least a half an hour, likely longer.

Over the however long he and Heather had been sitting in quiet coitus, Cooper overheard several comments from Brian, Tina or Judy about how long they were taking and how boring they were to watch; but he’d also heard Heather step in to defend them saying she thought it was romantic. The others had gone back to talking but he wasn’t listening. He was sure Bonnie would keep watching no matter how long Heather ground her hips in his lap. He was equally sure she was enjoying watching Heather’s contented pleasure as much as he and Heather were (well almost as much).

Bonnie also heard the comments and when she finally had enough, she told them to just leave them alone as forcefully as she had said anything all week. No matter what the others thought, just as Cooper had suspected, Bonnie very much enjoyed the sight. The classic dream girl slowly riding her husband with neither of them making any effort to reach climax was performance art in its purist sense. She found herself particularly drawn to the sight of Heather’s perfectly formed buttocks lifting up to expose Cooper’s rather nice-looking penis. She could clearly see how he was gripped by her tight inner lips as she rose, then she dropped down again pushing his penis and her lips back in. The others might think their sex was a dud as a public performance; but to Bonnie it was perfect. Their comments reenforced the idea that her vision of sex was not the same as the LeMarco’s or even of Tina’s. Neither Heather’s beauty nor her performance made her jealous at all. This week had increased her personal sense of sexual empowerment. She had nothing to fear from Heather or any other woman.

While it was apparent to Cooper that Heather could, and possibly would, do this all day; he was a man in his forties and he could not. He felt his penis begin to soften. While a little disappointed he could not go on like she wanted; he was not going to ask her to end her pleasure so he could bring on an orgasm. He was willing to stay the course and eventually became too soft to stay in her. Instead of trying to control his arousal as he had when she first mounted him, he worked to maintain it so as to preserve his erection as long as possible. Sooner than he wanted he whispered “I’m sorry Heather, but as much as I am enjoying this, my penis is not going to let us continue too much longer.”

With concern in her voice, she said “Oh, I’m sorry I let myself drift off into my own little world. I didn’t realize I had gone too long. Would you rather me bend over the rail so you can cum that way or should I get you off with my mouth and hands?”

“Don’t change what you are doing. I want us to keep this up as long as I can…so long as you are enjoying it. I was just giving you a forewarning of what will happen. I’ll be hard enough to stay in you for a while yet, but I might slip out of you from time to time and I wanted to let you know.”

“Don’t you want to cum?” she whispered back incredulously.

“I would much rather us keep doing this as long as we can. This time with you has been very special. Far better than a simple orgasm and I want it to last as long as possible.’”

She squeezed him and then kissed him with real passion. Not lust, but passionate affection. Putting her head back on his shoulder, she whispered “You really are amazing.”

When he finally was too soft to stay in her, she did not get off but began a new round of kissing as if they had just begun.

Though the others had lost interest in Cooper and Heather, Bonnie had seen what was happening. She knew her husband. More than once he had done the same with her: continued to do what she wanted until he could no longer maintain his erection. That kind of ending did not happen quickly, but still he never complained. It was that utter lack of sexual selfishness that turned ‘fuck on the first date Bonnie’ into a monogamous woman for two decades. The thought occurred to her that perhaps this crew would not see his willingness to forgo orgasm as a sign of strength. She did not want to take the risk that her husband’s manhood might be assaulted. Her solution was simple, she just needed to tell Cooper it was time to eat. With that decision made, Bonnie stood and let her husband know that he would have to finish with Heather later.

Cooper knew exactly what Bonnie was doing, even if Heather gave a confused look. He whispered “It’s fine. I know what she is doing. I’ll explain later.”

Bonnie was glad the table blocked most people’s view so that there were no comments about the fact her husband was not hard when Heather rolled to the side to sit beside him. The three of them had breakfast of fresh fruit, bagels, cheese, ham and some bacon that had been cooked in the galley’s microwave.

For several hours, the San Dinero was unusually quiet. Everyone but Ramón found a place to relax in the sun. Heather lay between Bonnie and Cooper on the roof of the main cabin. The three of them talked quietly on and off. Other than to turn over and apply sunscreen, the three of them didn’t move.

Heather asked questions about the Campbell home and their life in Sparta. Bonnie and Cooper were all too happy to tell her about Cooper’s family’s long history as leading figures in the town, about their kids and the family’s involvement at St. Thomas United Methodist Church (which was at least five generations old). She indicated that her town and world was not all that different from theirs. When Bonnie mentioned that since the kids were born, she and Cooper had gone sans-swimwear in their home pool as often as not; Heather laughed out loud at the very idea of her parents going skinny dipping with the family there.

Heather explained that although her mother dressed her to be sexy since she was a young child; nobody ever was naked. She said her mother had entered her in beauty pageants from before she started kindergarten, and had been dressing her to be the center of attention even longer than that. “She started me in Victoria’s Secret push-up bras as soon as I had boobs enough to wear them and I began modeling in bras and panties when I was twelve. In the summers, she made sure I always had the flashiest and often the smallest bikini in town. Yet, in 7th grade, when she caught me in my room making out with a boy topless, I was grounded for a month. The next year when she found out from another mother that I’d been having sex with her son, she almost had a breakdown. She cried and yelled and I really thought she was going to hit me; but in the end she took me to a clinic out of town and got me fitted for an IUD. Even though by then I was getting attention for my modeling work, she did not want anyone to know I was on birth control and didn’t want me to have birth control pills in my purse; but the fear that I would get pregnant meant she had to do something. Her real focus of the year of lectures that followed was not about morality, but about reputation. What people thought, how I was perceived was all important to her. She made it clear that she expected me to get boys attention, well everyone’s attention, but it was all supposed to be a promise that I never kept. What happened of course was that I still had sex, but I rarely took precautions against disease. Since there was no way she’d let me buy them, I never started using condoms.”

Bonnie could not help but listen incredulously. She had to ask, “So might I assume a lot of that sex was in cars and other places that were less than ideal?”

Heather laughed a rueful laugh. “Yeah. But to be honest, her rules did mean I had less actual fucking than I would have. With most boys I had to make due with finger banging and blowjobs. If I didn’t have two boys that were friends whose parents let us have sex in their rooms, and a couple more whose parents were out a lot. Well over half of all the times I had full sex before I moved to Atlanta, was with one of those four boys. Like I said, before this week I really thought I had been super slutty. But now I realize I wasn’t. You see, I had created my own self-image of having sex with whoever I wanted whenever I wanted. I did have sex for fun pretty much every week with one of my four friends with benefits. And I also had sex with eight guy friends from school who had never even touched a boob before I gave them everything at once. It was really fun teaching them literally everything. But mostly it was oral sex and hand jobs that made my reputation.”

Bonnie laughed and said “In college, my friends all called me ‘fuck on the first date Bonnie’ since if I went out with a guy, I fully meant we would have sex; and I dated a good bit.”

Heather laughed again then snuggled up to Bonnie. “Does your daughter know that?”

“Yea, I told her years ago. She thinks it’s funny. Though she wanted to have sex almost a year ago when we were in Miami, she still hasn’t done it yet. I think it is because she knows that we will fully support her when she decides to, she feels no pressure to begin. It’s funny how it works that way.”

Heather said “Your daughter is a very lucky girl” before she closed her eyes and slipped off into a light sleep.

Right at noon, while everyone was eating a lunch of sandwiches and chips, Ramón announced that they were approaching their final dive spot. The sails were furled and the anchor dropped at the edge of what appeared to be a sunken volcano. From the deck Cooper could see a ring of small islands around a shallow lagoon. Those who could scuba went for an extended ‘two tank’ dive; while those who did not scuba (Bonnie, Cooper and Heather) were left to snorkel on the shallow parts of the reef not far from where the San Dinero anchored.

Just before leaving the schooner, Judy handed Cooper a little digital camera telling him that it was water proof to ten meters and had a wrist strap that would keep it afloat if he dropped it. Acknowledging that the rule against guests bringing photographic devices was an unfortunate, but necessary precaution, she said “This way you can take some photos that you can show family and friends so as to forestall too many questions about the trip. You might want to get some photos of the three of you in swimsuits onboard as well as in the water while we are gone. Ramón is not a bad photographer, and he’ll be glad to help. I’ll make up a flash drive of family friendly photos for you, Heather and Tina to take home before we land in Atlanta.”

Cooper thanked her and took the camera. Once the others were gone, the three who remained went below to put on swimsuits for the very first time since the came on board. They took a series of photos of themselves and with Ramón (who was already in his shorts) onboard, then went into the water to shoot a series at the edge of the reef. Family friendly photos done, they removed the swimwear and donned the fins, masks & snorkels for their visit to the reef.

Though Bonnie and Heather had been impressed with what they had seen the day before, this reef was of a whole different magnitude. It was teeming with life of all sorts. Since Judy had not told him not to do so, Cooper shot as many photos of Bonnie and Heather as he did fish and coral.

Sadly, they had to cut their adventure far shorter than they wanted. It seemed where the schooner was anchored, there was a strong current that pushed them away from the boat. It took constant swimming just to keep from getting too far away. The scuba divers had brought up sea scooters from below to use on their dive. Only when they were becoming exhausted did Bonnie appreciate why the others had made the effort to get the electric devices out of storage. It had truly become a challenge for both Bonnie and Cooper to make it back to the wood and aluminum ladder that hung from the starboard side. Once she was on the deck Bonnie told the others “I really was becoming frightened that I could not make it back.” Cooper said he understood and put his arm around her as they made their way to the foredeck to relax on the sun bed.

Sprawled out in the sun, the three of them talked and laughed and flirted for a good while as they recovered from the exertion. They all knew it was foreplay, but foreplay is important. Bonnie looked across Cooper’s body to Heather and said “I think that bottle of coconut oil is still behind the bed here. How do you think my dear husband would look all oiled up?”

“Like a greased pig” Cooper said.

“No you wouldn’t. You don’t look like a pig at all. Perhaps Winnie the Pooh, but not a pig” Bonnie said slapping him.

“I think you are very handsome in a successful mature kind of way. Not a pig or Winnie the Pooh.” Heather said.

“See. Even she say’s you are nice looking” Bonnie said sliding off the bed.

Cooper just shook his head.

When a few minutes later they started slathering coconut oil on him he just acquiesced. After all it wasn’t all that bad to have two attractive nude women want to give him an oil massage.

When Ramón came up to the foredeck to access one of the bow lockers, the three of them had been slipping and sliding all over each other for a good while. Bonnie gave the sinuous swarthy man a coquettish smile. he smiled back; but he went on with his work. A little while later, when Cooper and Heather had become bodily enmeshed with one another, Bonnie slipped off the bed.

It took Bonnie longer to find Ramón than she had expected on the restricted confines of the San Dinero. She had to go down to the salon, down again to the forward cabin level then down again to the very tight space that was below the solon. She peered into the cramped engine room and waited for him to see her. When he turned and looked her way, Bonnie’s nerve almost failed her. While the LeMarco’s seemed to not have a qualm about asking (telling) the man they wanted him for sex, Bonnie was not so presumptuous.

“Ramón…” Bonnie found it hard to start “… I know you have a lot to do and if you can’t I will completely understand.” She took a breath. She was sure he knew what she was going to ask, but he was going to make her say it outright. “Would you like to come up on deck for a few minutes and have sex with me while Cooper and Heather are busy with each other?”

Her heart sank when he responded with a grimace. She shouldn’t have asked him she berated herself.

“The LeMarco’s have a number of things for me to do before we sail to our last stop tonight.”

Bonnie turned half way and said “I understand, sorry for bothering you.”

“Señora Campbell, I would love to do as you ask, but I will not be able to stay long. Quince minutos, would that still please you?”

A broad smile crossed her face. “Se, Quince minutos de sexo contigo me harían muy feliz.” She was quite pleased that she was able to string together that phrase in Spanish after all those years. Though right after, the thought came that perhaps she wasn’t as good at Spanish as she hoped and had said something bad. But, what could be more explicit than asking him to come up on deck to fuck her?

Once he had finished cleaning his hands, he followed her up to the cabin deck, up to the solon, up the steps to the topside and back to the bow. By the time they got back to the sun bed her heart was racing with excitement. Heather was on her side with one leg pointing straight up in the air. Cooper was on his knees straddling the leg that was on the bed, stroking his penis into her steadily.

Heather looked to Bonnie and said “I thought you had to run to go pee. I guess I was wrong.”

Bonnie quipped “I went for something way more important.”

Cooper watched as his wife sat on the side of the sun bed, unbuttoned Ramón’s shorts, slid them down and wrapped her lips around his rather thick, already half hard, cock. He just smiled and thought “I guess this will be the new normal for us.”

Fourteen minutes later, Bonnie’s knees were almost touching her shoulders as Ramón had her legs pushed back to drive his penis as deep as it would go into her. His erection pressed hard on her cervix causing Bonnie to groan with pleasure. He leaned his upper body down to whisper, “You are so beautiful Señora Campbell. Making love to you is very pleasurable; but I must return to work.” However, after saying that, he did not stop stroking; for which Bonnie was very appreciative.

He felt so good inside of her, but she had agreed to fifteen minutes. Looking up she said “I thank you very much for taking the time. You are so very kind.” She thought for a moment then added, “Please don’t hold back. If you can, I would like you to cum in me before you go.”

Ramón did not speed up or slow down. “Señora Campbell, I had done so before I told you my need to leave.” With that he again pressed his cock in as far and hard as he could and held it there. He leaned all the way down to kiss her one last time.

He was still in her when she realized that her entire labia was wet with his displaced semen. The kiss lasted longer than she had expected, and then he was off, picking up his shorts on the way.

She sighed a sigh of satisfaction. “This is a good way to live” she thought. Turning her head to watch Heather on top of Cooper, she was very pleased at the sight. The girl was laying on him and their kisses were deep and wanton. She appeared to be pressing her clit onto his pubic bone in an attempt to climax. As her husband had done earlier, she said to herself “I guess this is what it feels like to have a truly open marriage.”

Her mind went back to wondering how would she and Cooper translate all this back to Sparta, but her ruminations were interrupted by Heather “Where did Ramón go?” Before Bonnie could answer she added “How about you come over here and we can talk.” She motioned indicating she wanted Bonnie to sit right in front of her for their talk. The girl’s words made one thing clear, things really have changed beyond the point of no return. She got to her knees and moved to sit in front of Heather…on Cooper’s face.

When his wife’s body loomed over his eyes Cooper was surprised. He’d heard the conversation but his eyes had been closed. Bonnie, didn’t say a word before placing her labia to his mouth. It was a sticky mess. There was not a spot on her large or small lips that was semen free. It was surprising because he had not known that Ramón had continued to stroke for nearly five minutes after he had climaxed. Even if he had, he was too new to this sort of thing to know that a penis would push a good bit of the semen out of a woman’s vagina if he kept pumping. The displaced semen would often get spread out all over the woman’s labia, and so it had happened to Bonnie. He was surprised but not displeased. He rather enjoyed bathing his wife’s smooth labia with his tongue. As he was working on her left outer lip, a rather large glob of semen suddenly fell from her vagina onto his cheek. He simply used a finger to push it to his lips.

He knew her calm conversation with Heather as they both sat on him was forced. Of course, Bonnie was aware of what was going on below her, and her effort to pretend she didn’t know was equally exciting to his wife as it was to him. It might not be bringing her off now, but the memory of this moment would fuel their erotic talk for years to come. As he used his tongue to search out for any remaining semen hiding inside the womanly cavern, he considered how in a short time he had come to very much enjoy taking globs of other men’s jizz into his mouth. For the first time he acknowledged to himself that he liked eating other men’s semen. Even more, he would be very disappointed if he did not get a chance to “get if from the source” before they got back to Miami. He accepted the truth that he very much wanted to suck off his boss, Martin. He was sure of it.

When he could find no more pockets of semen, he turned his head and asked Bonnie, “Do you want me to get you off?”

“Thank you for the offer, but I think both Heather and I need to rest. You probably do too.” she said before moving off of him to lay down on his right. Heather mimicked his move to lay on his left.

Bonnie turned and kissed his semen flavored lips softly.

“Thank You” she whispered “Thank you for letting me have sex with Ramón…and earlier with Martin.” She kissed his sticky lips again. “And with Brian and Philippe and Gastón too. You are so giving.”

Once Bonnie lay back down, Heather rolled to her side to kiss him as well. She was tender not lustful as she gave him a series of light kisses. When she was done, she kept her face close to his. “You are all sloppy” she chided playfully. “But I think there is nothing so sexy as kissing someone who tastes like a well fucked pussy.” She put her lips to his again before adding “But I will confess, before the Luau I’d never tasted semen on someone’s lips before.” She pressed her tongue into his mouth for a much more sexual kiss. It was long and hot enough to stop the ongoing softening of his penis. Then, in an earnest but firm voice she said “Your wife was right, you are very sexy. I really am very attracted to you Cooper Campbell. I had never thought about the advantages of an older lover. Before this week Brian was the oldest man I’ve ever had sex with. Making love to you is not like doing it with other people I’ve been with, even the other people here. It’s…well it’s hard to describe. I know comfortable doesn’t sound sexy, but when we are doing it, that is exactly what it is for me: comfortable. Maybe relaxed is a better word. What I mean is with you I can just enjoy. I don’t have to be something or do something and I just know that you don’t see me as a trophy or just a way to get off. Somehow, I can tell you want me to be me, for me; not for you or for anyone else. I don’t know how, but I do. With you and Bonnie, I just know deep down that I don’t have to perform that role like I have to do with everyone else. It’s not that I don’t like playing the Aphrodite role, but it is really nice that with you two I don’t have to.”

Bonnie leaned up on her elbow to look over her prone husband. “What do you mean play the Aphrodite role?”

Heather got a pained look on her face like this was something she struggled with. Slowly she said “I guess, since I really do want to make this relationship with you two last past tomorrow, I should tell you. I kinda started telling you earlier, but I didn’t get to the stuff that I’ve never opened up and told anyone. The person my friends think they know is not really me, it’s a role I play. I’m not who they think I am. But you two didn’t seem to even see the mask I wear. From the very first you seemed to see right through it. That is why I want to do what I must to keep you in my life. I need you.”

Both Bonnie and Cooper heard and understood she was asking to become a permanent part of their lives. They had both considered and put off any firm discission about taking Heather and the relationship back home. Certainly, they had both found the idea attractive. How could they not relish the thought of Heather sharing their bed on a regular basis? Even more importantly, they both really liked her. Bonnie even had a first-rate crush on the girl. But…..her declaration was not something they had expected. They would have to make some sort of decision today. They also appreciated she was taking a huge emotional risk by making her desire so explicit to them. That meant they must tread very carefully whatever they said. Both of them had nearly the identical thought that they did not want to be like the LeMarco’s and simply walk away with no sense of obligation for her welfare. On the other hand, it would be so very easy to take her in without any regard to the consequences.

While Bonnie and Cooper were sitting stunned, Heather sat up, thought for a few moments and began. “Since I was little, I mean really little, people have been telling me how pretty I am. While that sounds nice, and it is; people have always treated me different than other kids. I always got picked to do special things and even if I got caught doing things I shouldn’t I was punished a lot less. Of course, when I was eight or ten I didn’t realize that. I just knew everybody liked me. So even before I had a clue what sex was, life was shaping me for the role of sex goddess. But before I began to learn to be a sex goddess, I learned to play the role of an angel. Adults easily believed I could do no wrong and deserved special things. Even by ten I was aware that playing the role got me things I wanted. In time I simply got accustomed to using my looks and charm if I wanted something, even if I had no right to it. So, in November when I got the out-of-the-blue job offer at LeMarco & LeMarco for which I was totally unqualified, it did not come as any great shock. Things like that have happened to me all my life. And since I’d accepted long ago that being nice to look at was my greatest asset, I didn’t resent that I got the job because I was pretty. I knew that was why I was given the job, or at least I thought that was all it was.”

“When I was twelve, I discovered sex. Well, not actual sex yet, but I discovered the power of my sexuality which was already blooming by then. Like I said before, my mother had been dressing me to look grown up and sexy since I was little, and I’d done pageants for several years where I was taught directly how to act sexy. I was actually taught that word and how to do it, long before I had any understanding of sex or even sexual arousal. When I started growing boobs, I simply combined the things I’d learned when I was six and eight with my new body and found it had real power. Even before I’d consciously started creating my personification of Aphrodite, I was practicing the role. I found out that even grown-ups would respond to me if I acted a certain way or gave a little peek down my blouse.”

“For a long time sexy was just a word for a set of actions I’d been taught. Around the time I started seventh grade, I finally understood what sexy meant and why it worked to get people to do what I wanted. It really started when one day something switched on in me and I discovered why such a big deal was made about kissing. I know that sounds silly, but that was how I knew something in me had changed. I’d kissed boys before that, but I clearly remember the first-time kissing got me turned on. I didn’t immediately connect that feeling with the words ‘sex’ or ‘sexy’. However, with free access to the internet, it was easy to put the pieces all together. I even realized that other words I’d heard all the time and had even used without understanding fit that feeling: turned on, hot, aroused and even horny.”

“From the very first I thought it was really cool how getting turned on made me feel. I felt more aware of my body and I got a feeling that everything was better, though I still didn’t fully appreciate what it all meant. The new feelings were amazing. I really liked getting turned on. I started to look for ways to help me get turned on all the time. Of course, internet porn was right there to the rescue.”

Bonnie couldn’t help but both laugh and cringe. How many young people did exactly the same thing, turning to internet porn to learn about sex. But she did not say anything and let Heather go on.

“Using what I saw girls do in videos, I learned how to get myself off. Hardly a day went by that I didn’t look at porn and play with myself. Porn also made it clear that it would be even more fun for other people to get me off. My new persona continued to take shape. Since I already knew how people wanted to do what I wanted, all I did was apply those old lessons to something new. I found all I had to do was to look at someone, almost anyone, the right way and they would beg to do the things that made me feel good. I also found out rapidly that if I wanted someone to get me off, they would always do it. Best of all the person who I’d manipulated to do what I wanted thought I’d given them the greatest gift in the world.”

“By the start of 8th grade, I’d learned from experience that anyone I asked would make out with me, pretty much anytime I wanted. It was not hard to get boys to play with my tits or my pussy. It was a little later when I realized girls would do it too if I wanted them to. Since the boys were doing what I wanted by feeling me up, I saw it differently than my friends. I didn’t feel used even though I knew other girls did.”

“When I tried to teach the guys how to actually get me off, rather than to just finger my pussy, I found they just couldn’t understand what I wanted. Fortunately for me, two guys who didn’t live too far from me had parents who came home late from work. Once or twice a week I was able to go to one of their houses after school. It took months, but they both learned to get me off consistently. In the process, I found out how great it feels to make out naked. By watching porn together and telling them what I liked, they also learned to eat me out to orgasm; and just as important, I learned how to teach guys to please me before I started high school. Oh, and I learned to give blow jobs with them too. As you can guess, they were very willing students. In eighth grade, I blew nine other guys besides those two. It was one of those guys who was my first partner for full sex, and it was his mom who called my mom about it.”