In Search of the Final Freedom: Chapter 17

In Search of the Final Freedom: An Erotic Social-Political Novel

Book One: Unlikely Revolutionaries


Chapter 17

Amy Douglass

Outside in the LeMarco's expansive pool deck, Cooper found Amy Douglass sitting by herself on the arbor swing, just the place she'd been when he left. He sat down carefully. He was not sure what to say after being gone for over a half an hour. The fact he'd had sex in that intervening time just made it all feel rather weird. She spoke first, “I’d about decided you were not coming back.”

“I’m sorry.”


“No don’t be. I know this must be hard on you; this party is sponsored by the man who owns the company for which you work. As I guess you have figured out the real purpose of this event is to reward his most important contacts. That puts you in a tough position.”


“Thanks, I appreciate your understanding. I do feel a bit like Martin’s pawn, or perhaps his whore to be given out as a prize to others.”


“That’s why I hate these parties; there is a clear dividing line between those people who hold power and those who do not“ Amy said in a down beat tone.

For some reason Cooper felt free to tell her the whole story about what had just happened inside and how Colleen was clearly the master. He told how it did not appear she was at all interested in the pleasure of either Cooper or her boyfriend.”


She didn’t seem the least bit surprised at the idea of a middle-aged male executive treated as no more than a sexual play thing. “Entertainment for LeMarco’s contacts. That’s all we are” she said bitterly.


“Yes, I know you are right” he said “But would you think something was wrong with me if I said I liked it. I know this sounds bad, but I found it really exciting being used like that. At least for me, a guy who has never once experienced being used as a sex object.”


She gave Cooper a wry smile and said “I’d never thought of that. For most women they have been treated that way since they were in puberty. The idea of being sexualized as something new and exciting is hard for me to imagine. Though, to be honest, at my age I can begin to identify. When a hot young man comes on to me it is much more likely to be a thrill rather than an annoyance like it would have been twenty years ago.”


It was Cooper’s turn to consider something new.


She went on “To be fair, I know full well there are people here who just enjoy the freedom to enjoy themselves as well as those who come here to use people like sex objects.”


Cooper responded “Earlier, I was out here and two people snuck out here for a tryst. They were past middle age and both powerful & wealthy. They did not see me but it was clearly a meeting of equals for the purpose of pleasure alone. That can’t be all bad.”


“I agree, I know full well that parties like this can be done in a way that is more egalitarian, but Martin doesn't want it to be. That’s my point”

They sat for a while, then she said “Would you mind if we get in the hot tub before it fills up. I’m getting cold”

Hand in hand they walked into the glass enclosed building that housed the hot tub. Inside Cooper saw that it had a changing area, a ring of seating and a small toilet stall in addition to the large, very large, hot tub. Surprisingly it was still completely unoccupied. It was quite a shock to move from the crisp cold air outside to the hot humid air inside the building. There were racks to lay out their clothes without getting wrinkled. Unlike the whirlwind episode upstairs, Cooper took off all his clothes, even his shirt and bow tie.


Amy carefully laid out her dress on the rack. To Cooper, her attraction lay in the fact she was a real woman. Sure her body wasn’t as firm as Heather’s, but his wasn’t as firm as Brian LeMarco’s. Her hips were ample, but not big as round as her bust.


The water was indeed hot. At first it was rather uncomfortable, but as Cooper settled in and turned on the bubbles, it was extremely relaxing. Amy settled into the crook of Cooper’s arm. For a long time they did not speak. In time, her hand wrapped around his penis and brought it back to full form. He cupped one breast with the hand over her shoulder. She turned and put her lips to his and slowly ran her tongue around the outside of his lips. “I can taste her on your mouth. I will admit to you tasting another woman on my lover's lips is a turn on for me.”



She kissed him again, this time it lingered. Then she said “It’s funny. I don’t go down on women nearly as much as I do men, but I love to taste them on a guy's mouth or penis. I absolutely love going down on a guy after he has ejaculated into a woman. That mixed up taste of woman and man is what sex tastes like to me.”


Cooper grinned and she snapped “What are you grinning at? Do you think I’m sick?”

Still grinning he replied, “No, it’s that looking back over the past year I have also learned to relish that taste. It’s hard for me to admit it. Only Bonnie knows how much I like tasting semen. You see, first I began to look forward to giving Bonnie oral sex after she'd been with her best friend's husband. Then on the cruise I found that going down on any woman into whom a man has recently ejaculated is wildly exciting for me. Even, or especially when it is my own wife. The last day of the trip, a couple of hours before we sighted Miami, Martin let me use his camera to take photos of an orgy on the sun bed. I’m sure some of those photos are on the wall somewhere in the house.”

Judy interrupted, “I think the photos you are describing are in their living room, but I didn’t really look at all those smaller photos. There are close to a hundred framed prints in there. In the billiard room however, there is a large print of an orgy on deck. Since both Martin and Judy are in the photo, perhaps it is your work. Did you not see it?”


“No, I was…well frankly I only went through the room following you, so I didn’t really look around. I will make a point to look when I go back in” he replied.


“I only got a good look at the big print, and as an art teacher I can tell you it is quite good; quite good indeed. You have a good eye. And as much as he disgusts me, Martin is an excellent photographer of nudes and erotica.”


“If that is indeed one of the one’s I shot, I will thank you in advance.”


They both laughed at the absurdity of it all.


After a moment, Cooper went on. Well, after the orgy Judy invited me to go down on Bonnie since her vagina was full of semen. I guess she can pick up on what people like. Once I’d done Bonnie and Heather, Judy suggested I see if I could taste Bonnie on his penis. One thing led to another and I sucked him to orgasm. I enjoyed having him cum in my mouth far more than I ever would have imagined I would. I am struggling with the identity of being bisexual. On one hand I just can’t imagine having a male lover as such; however, I really liked those first experiences on the yacht, not to mention just now I wished that guy had fucked me longer before he came. I don’t know what label applies to me. Bonnie is now describing herself as bisexual but has suggested the word hetro-flexible for me since I identify as a heterosexual in romance but I seem to enjoy having sexual contact with men too. For the last two weeks I’ve wondered if the whole guy on guy thing on the San Dinero was a fluke, but just now, I really liked it. All of this stuff is so new to me.”


Amy looked at him and said “Perhaps the label doesn’t matter. Perhaps there is sex for the feeling of sex and sex for bonding with someone you like.” She leaned over and kissed him. “I think I like you Cooper Campbell and I think I would like to have sex with you because I like you.” She kissed him again. Without breaking this second kiss she brought her leg over to straddle him; and with the hand that had been stroking his penis she guided him into her body. Cooper was lost in a feeling of peace, tranquility and oneness. Not unlike the feelings he had when Heather had done the same thing to him on the San Dinero. It was different here, alone with Amy though. And he was sure he liked Amy too. The feeling of romantic attraction to yet another woman was a little frightening, and in this case the woman was a peer and that made a difference. He did not know what to do with it.


They made love like this for some time before she said “This is the first time in a very long time I’ve had sex with another man where my husband could walk in on me. When I’m at parties with the art crowd, I have had sex with as many as three men in a night. While I do, I often fantasize that Walter is there watching me. And on nights when he comes home late, and I’m sure he’s been with another woman, I find myself wishing he would just come home and tell me about it and suggest I taste her on his cock. But no, he always denies what he has been doing. Other than on the trip we took with the LeMarco’s he has never admitted screwing any other women. Though I know full well he has not been faithful to me for even one year, probably one month, in the twenty-seven years we’ve been married.”


When she finished speaking, she immediately resumed kissing not giving him a chance to comment. Slowly she began rocking her hips.


The door to the pool house opened and a naked woman walked in followed by two men Cooper recognized by sight but not by name. He was pretty sure the younger man was a vendor from whom LeMarco & LeMarco bought building supplies, but was stumped on where to place the older man. Cooper wondered who the young woman might be, then he realized it was the same young woman they had seen giving Joe Sargent a blow-job earlier. He hoped that Martin had not salted the party with professional girls, but he would not put it past him. The trio was evidently coming from the swimming pool. They were wet, naked and she was visibly shivering. The men both sported full erections.


Cooper had to remind himself this private moment he was having with Amy Douglas was, in fact, in a very public place. Amy never broke her kiss or looked around to see who had come in the room. She did, however, increased the intensity of her deliberate rolling her hips on him.

The new comers had clearly been drinking and were more than a little buzzed. They were loud as they stumbled into the water and even louder when they realized how hot it was. The three settled on having sex on one of the benches that formed a horseshoe beside the large hot tub. The pretty young woman lay on her back while one man fucked her vagina and the other fucked her mouth. She was notably beautiful and quite young, with clearly enhanced breasts. If she wasn't a working girl, she must be the mistress of one of the business owners here.


Cooper and Amy continued their deep kissing and slow coitus. Occasionally Cooper peeked to see what the others were doing. Since the hot tub was above ground, Cooper had to make an effort to see the others without alerting Amy he was doing so. All this sex in front of perfect strangers was so new to him, even if it was old hat to everyone else in that glass enclosed room.

At some point the men moved the girl to her hands and knees, but both stayed were they were. He refocused on enjoying being with Amy. And enjoy it he was. He was more than a little grateful that he had heeded Bonnie’s suggestion to take a Cialis before they left home. His dick was holding up like a champ even with Amy's slow methodical pace of love making.


The water splashed as someone’s feet entered the tub. Cooper looked and it was the older man who had been fucking the girl. He sat on the edge of the tub dangling his feet in the water. He was at least sixty, perhaps seventy, but clearly still strong and virile, and his large but not huge penis was still nearly completely erect.


He began to talk to Cooper and Amy in a strong Charleston, or perhaps it was Savanah, Cooper thought.


“That little wife of mine could fuck an army and still keep going. That night I met her in Vegas at the AIA convention. Damn I knew she was hot the first time I saw her on that stage. At first she wouldn’t come back to the hotel with me, but a hand full of Benjamin’s changed her mind. I can hold it up forever and ‘the General’ nearly always wears out the honey’s before he quits, but this vixen and I fucked till morning. When my assistant came to my room to be sure I was on time for my presentation, she had his pants off and was riding him before I could blink an eye. That’s when I knew this was the woman for me. We got married that very night and we’ve been fucking like rabbits ever since. And that was over two years ago. But we had to get remarried using her real birth certificate last year since it turns out she used a fake I.D. the first time because she hadn't been of legal age.”


Amy abruptly broke the kiss and turned her head “That must be James Turner.” When she had turned far enough to see him she said, “You old lecher”.


She stopped rocking her hips and turned back to Cooper “This is James Turner of Turner and Associates, winner of the Pritsker Prize, and the worst womanizer I’ve ever known. He gave Walter his first job after college, we were newlyweds. Of course that did not keep this pervert from trying to get in my pants the very first time he got me alone.”


Cooper then realized why the man seemed familiar. He was a living legend, but drunk, naked and with a boner showing, Cooper hadn’t recognized him.


She lifted herself off of Cooper, “Here slide down a little” she said as she turned around. Sitting down on her knees facing the center of the tub, she guided Cooper’s penis back into her.


Mr. Turner watched intently as she began rocking on Cooper again. Then the man said “And did I succeed? I’m sorry I can’t remember every employee’s wife I bedded. Damn I have a hard enough time remembering the names of my ex-wives.”


“I must say you did, twice. I felt so guilty. But I’ve never forgotten you. No woman forgets you and The General. Come on over here.” She looked at Cooper and said “He is the man I cheated with. Look at him, he just fucked till he came and he is still hard….and at his age!”

She stood up and leaned into Mr. Turner who was still sitting on the side of the hot tub. She took the first three inches of his erection in her mouth. He was perhaps just over six inches long, but stout. She took the unused portion in her hand and began to lick up the shaft and suckled the head for a moment before letting go. She said “Umm, your wife tastes very good” then stood up at him and said in a sharp tone “How dare you forget fucking me.”


“Well good lady, it was a long time ago and I am seventy-two years old” he said in a kind voice.

She said wistfully, “Yes it was a long time ago.” as she sat and snuggled beside Cooper, wrapping a hand around his erection.


Amy looked over to the other man who was now on top of the very young Mrs. Turner as she lay on the bench. He was fucking her for all he was worth. “She is pretty” Amy said.

And she was, as far as Cooper could see, blond, firm ass and large plastic tits.

“Oh yes she is” Mr. Turner replied. “Suzie, come over here please. I want you to meet an old friend.”


****

Inside the house Bonnie was dripping sweat as she danced and danced and danced. She thought the DJ was better than any she had heard in clubs, but she knew her experience in the modern club scene was virtually non-existent.


She had long since removed her dress and was wearing nothing but her garter belt, stockings, shoes and the pearl necklace. She knew she was being watched. Most of the people around her were strangers and in the room with at least forty people, she was the only one who was fully exposed like that. Over the night she had seen all the other guests from her cruise, but currently only Mandy was in the room. Since she now was effectively naked, she was not surprised this time at the hands on her ass when she danced close. Twice fingers had slipped into the moist lips between her legs. She had not objected. After all she had put herself on display for that very reason. She had already decided she would have sex with one of the men right on the dance floor, the only question was which one. It would be a new experience she thought. True she had had sex in front of everyone on the cruise, but that was a small group. Here she was almost in a public place. This was a swinger’s party. Her very first swingers party, but it was unlikely to be her last.

And it wasn’t like she hadn’t done her share of groping. She grabbed asses (of both sexes), a couple of tits and several bulges in guy’s pants. She found her favorite thing to do was to bump and grind, but not too long with any one person. Often, she slid her bare pussy up a woman’s leg or back against the bulge in a guy’s boxers. She had felt a hard, bare, cock pressed between her cheeks a bit ago, but she slipped away leaving the guy cold. Her arousal had been in high gear for over an hour and she was afraid she might start dripping on the floor at any moment. She was ready for her next opportunity. As she was in high heels it did not come as a great surprise that when grinding on shorter guys, her vulva hit the top of their contained erections. She saw a good looking guy to the side watching her. Given the fact that the average age of the men present was surely well over fifty, he was one of the younger men dancing.


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


She knew it was time.


She deftly drew down the zipper of his finely tailored slacks, through the fly of his boxers and gripped his penis. Of course it was hard. She pulled it through the opening and stroked for a moment before letting him go twisting around. She ground her bare ass hard, forcing the shaft between her buns. She felt his hands grip her hips and pull her closer.


She looked around and many eyes were on her. No one near had missed her pulling the man’s penis out. She knew she was wet and thought it would work without breaking rhythm, but was not sure. She liked that literally everyone dancing was more dressed than she was and they were looking at her nudity, at her sex. As the song continued she leaned forward as she pushed back. She could feel the head sliding lower on her ass. Then pushing up to her tiptoes, the head slid forward into the cleft between her legs, She shook her ass until it had found its way between her lips, then down and back. She drove the shaft home into her as she continued to dance with her legs. His hands held firmly on her waist as she began to rock her hips side to side and dance as usual. Except now she was bound to her new partner in a physical way. She was the center of attention and relished every second of it.



She looked up to see a plain looking woman with big tits wearing a very expensive looking dress moving in front of her. Her low-cut gown barely held her full breast in check. Her eyes did not look at Bonnie, but over her shoulder to the man who was moving with her rhythm, expertly keeping his tool deep in her even as they moved slowly around the room. The woman got very close and leaned over to kiss the man. Though the music was loud, Bonnie could clearly hear the voice in her ear. “I love you. I’ll watch you for a while more, then I’m going upstairs with Joe Sergeant and a couple other guys. Join us if you want when you’re done.” Then she walked away.


She heard the man’s voice “That was my wife Trixie.” Then after a moment he added “Oh, I’m Richard Wagner. Your husband and I worked on the BB&T Tower project in Greenville together.”

For a moment she thought on the idea that she was fucking a guy before she even knew his name. It was so slutty, so slutty and so sexy. She could tell many eyes were on her as she and the man moved in unison. A man and woman danced near them, stealing glances. Boldly she said out loud “This is so good.” He was hitting just the right spot, that and with the thrill of having strangers watch her fuck brought about a surprise. Without realizing she was doing so, she had reached the point of orgasm. She looked for something to brace herself against as soon as she realized what was happening. There was nothing. Her legs began shaking violently as the orgasm overtook her. It was so very powerful. She felt legs giving way, then hands grasping her arms and holding her up.

The first crest passed over. She looked up to see the face of the tall grey-haired man in black silk underwear that she had been teasing earlier. He was holding her up as the man behind was now pounding furiously and a second orgasm was sweeping in like a tsunami. She pushed her lips to the lips in front of her, driving in her tongue as the first wave of her orgasm swept over her.

By the time it was over she felt limp. The man behind had cum in her and was now gone. The grey haired man led her to a chair. She felt him guide her, but not to the empty chair. Instead he turned her body with gentleness and power, so that she faced him as he sat. He then pulled her hips so as to straddle his lap. His lap that now had an exposed penis. She did not object as he lowered her on his pole. Facing him, she breathed hard as he lay her head on his shoulder. She felt the previous man’s semen squeezed out by the new intrusion. He felt good inside her. It was all so comfortable and relaxing. Sexy, but in a new sort of way. She could sit like this the rest of the night. Two full songs came and went while she rested. With the third song she began to roll her hips, but her head was still on the man's shoulder.


“Hi girl, I see you’ve found new friends” Mandy’s voice came from behind her.


Bonnie lifted her head slightly “Were not friends until he at least tells me his name.”


“Oh, fucking men before you know their name. You have come a long way Mrs. Campbell” Mandy rejoined.


“My name is Melton "came the deep voice of the gentleman she was riding. "Melton Carver.”


“Well you and Melton have fun, I’m going up stairs. I think there is a big group thing going on in Martin and Judy’s bedroom” Mandy said as she walked off.


“And you are Bonnie Campbell, I believe” he continued. “So are we friends now?”

Bonnie having recovered somewhat from the powerful orgasms laughed. “Yea, I guess so” she said and they launched into light conversation as she rocked back and forth on his pelvis. That feeling of being a sex goddess she had on the cruise had returned. She was coming to simply accept the reality that she now loved to be watched and desired as she had sex with men. That was something that had never been true in college. She thought it was funny that although she did like sex with women, she never got this feeling of power and sexual energy unless she was with a man. As she only was half listening as he spoke, she was more focused on seeing who was watching and on her building orgasm. It took her a little while to realize what felt unusual about riding him. After some time she realized he was shaved as smooth as she was. She slid back and forth, smooth skin to smooth skin. Martin had been shaved like that, but with all the other things going on, she never really focused on the feeling of it while on the cruise. Adding to the excitement was the knowledge that the slick surface on which she was sliding her clit back and forth, was the cum of the first guy which had been pressed out of her by the new penis. A voice in her head said sex with strangers without a condom was irresponsible, and a terrible example for Misty. She pushed it out. But it would come back.


Her thigh muscles began to tense, she knew it would be soon.


******

In the pool house, the hot tub was almost full. Cooper and Amy had been joined by Heather and Kelvin Heart (the son of the owner of a large private equity firm) who looked no more than 20 years old), Miriam Keiser (Goldsmith), Maxine Thurman and her boy toy. Now that Cooper got a good look at him, he appeared to be the same age as Heather’s date, but much more buff and with a penis that seem forever hard. Richard Wagner (who he did not yet know had just cum in his wife) was just getting in. Mr. Turner had left some time after his wife and the unknown man headed back to the pool. His thick shaft had not even begun to flag in all the time he was in the pool house. It made Cooper feel inadequate. He knew it was stupid to be comparing dick size and performance, though that was exactly what he was doing. He was larger than about half of them, including Heather’s date and the man who had been doing young Mrs. Turner, and he knew it to be bigger than both the LeMarco’s. He figured that is what average meant, some were bigger and some were smaller. He would have to just do his best with what he had, but his didn’t stay up the way 72 year old James Turner’s did.


Before he left, Amy Douglass told the older man, “If you see my husband inside, please let him know how much I liked tasting your wife on your dick, and ask him to come out. I would very much like him to watch Cooper fuck me.”


When he had left she told Cooper “I hope I wasn’t being presumptuous by saying I want Walter to see us have sex? We’ve had a nice evening together and I want him to know that I choose with whom I have sex, and I don’t have sex to please Martin LeMarco or him or anyone else.”

Cooper appreciated her concern, but assured her he did not mind. He rather liked the idea of Walter, who had more than once insinuated that he was more manly than Cooper, watching him schtup his wife.


Heather, with a wink at Cooper, told the story of him being a “Virtual Virgin” at the luau to the enjoyment of all present. Cooper did not mind her telling the story and fully understood why she didn’t even allude to the fact she and the Campbells had started a relationship. As she told the tale, at just the right moment, Amy moved to “sit’ in Cooper’s lap. She did it in such a way and at such a time as to make it quite a comical demonstration that Cooper was indeed no longer a virtual virgin. When Heather wrapped up her story Amy repositioned herself so she could fully face the other people in the large hot tub. Once she was comfortable she said “Oh, I just have to tell you of a really funny story about a real life twenty-four-year-old virgin and how my colleagues and I introduced him to bodily pleasure.”


“A couple of years back, my first-year teaching at The University of South Carolina” Amy began. “I had a graduate assistant who really was a virgin. You see, he had completed both his Bachelors and Masters of Fine arts at Bob Jones University; which is about the most conservative Baptist University in the country and it just happens to be about two hours from here in South Carolina. They are so archaic that in their museum of Religious Art, they still paint fig leaves on nudes in their art gallery.”


“When I interviewed him for the position, I told him that the lack of nude figure drawings in his portfolio was a conspicuous deficiency. When he told me his training had not included that kind of art, I let him know that at University of South Carolina nude figure was in several of the courses he would teach. I let him know that unlike Bob Jones, we have students with many moral view points, all of which are legitimately expressed in art. He assured me he wanted to teach students how to express through art, not what they should express. I was wary, but two things swayed me. First he was incredibly talented and an experienced teacher. Second, he was, to die for gorgeous. I mean one of those guys that makes panties wet everywhere he goes. I assigned him both an intro class and an intermediate drawing class, which I knew was about one quarter figure stuff, nudes. I made a point to have my scheduled “observation” the first day he had a nude model. You never saw a teacher so intent on his students as he was that day. When the model dropped her robe, I thought he would simply run out of the room screaming. I really don’t’ think he got one good look at the, rather attractive, model. But he adapted. I stopped in to critique his students one day about a month later. Although he appeared, if not completely comfortable, at least functional and he did not turn pale when she disrobed. I began to think we could convert this six-foot blond hunk of Christian Conservative to our libertine ways.”


That got some laughs and comments of agreement.


“The previous year a colleague and I had been awarded a grant to study indigenous art forms in Central America, which I set up as a Christmas term trip. Though the grant had been filed while I was still at Augusta State, the grant was for me, so it came with me to USC. There was room for six on the team and as our new resident expert on religious art I invited Daniel, that is his name, to come with us. I knew who was in the team and was sure this trip would tax our virgin stud’s morals.”


“Poor Daniel, he was so naïve. About a week before we were to go he mentioned, in passing, that since our villa would have a pool, he had to go out and get a swim suit. I told him I didn’t plan on taking one. He thought I meant I didn’t plan on swimming. Of course I was going to swim, but who needs a suit to do that?”


The group in the tub laughed.


“Our in-country partner, University of San Carlos of Guatemala had provided us with the use of a villa they own overlooking Lake Petén Itzá. It would be a wonderful place for a vacation; but we had a month of intense studies planned, long hours with a good deal of travel to historic sites in the region, touring ruins & museums and hands on practice in local techniques. The villa was large enough that we each had our own bedroom, but we shared a communal bathroom. This led to Daniel’s first big hint this group was not made up of Baptist. I guess it was our second full day. We had toured the Mayan site at Tikal until it closed then had a three hour round table meeting with our counterparts. It was like past ten when we got home and we were all beat. I quickly claimed first dibs on the shower. When I finished, I toweled off and wrapped my hair up turban style. I honestly was not trying to shock the poor kid when I walked across the villa’s common room wearing only the towel on my head. I had been on several trips like this with the others and we are always casual that way. You gotta realize that like most places in Central America, the villa was not air conditioned. Knowing that, I didn’t even pack any sleep wear. I was most definitely not looking to get laid, I was beat, and so I was just heading to bed to crash.”


“Though shock was not my intent, it was the result. He and one of my good buddy’s, Jim Peterson, were cooling their heels waiting for their turn in the shower. Daniel’s back was to me and when Jim saw me he gets this excited grin. I set him straight by telling him there will be plenty of time for that, but I was way too tired. Daniel turned and almost dropped his glass when he saw me. I’m not exaggerating when I say his jaw hit his chest and his eyes were big as saucers.”

That brought riotous laughter.


“For my part, I unexpectedly felt an erotic thrill. By the time I made it to my room I was completely turned on. I started to just play with myself, but reconsidered Jim’s look and returned to the common room, this time without the turban. Daniel was gone, but now Cass Flynn, from Duke, who co-wrote the grant with me was in the room. She was much more modest; her towel was around her waist instead of on her head because she has very short hair. Though her bare breasts were within his reach, Jim assumed he had no chance with her; he assumed she was a lesbian. What he didn’t know is that though her relationships were always with women, Cass was fully bisexual enjoying the pleasure of either type of genitalia that was nearby. I slipped up behind her and slapped her ass then told her I would like to borrow Jim for a quick fuck before I crashed. Of course, she was non-phased, since she had seen me riding several of her friends in the past. Though I’m generally hetero I had also ridden her once before as well. Once in the common room I just couldn’t miss the opportunity to decide to shock Daniel. I pulled off Jim’s pants as soon as we had gotten into my room, and went down on him, standing next to the door, until I heard the shower shut off, I pulled him to the bed and told him to give me his best."


"Jim thought nothing of the fact I’d left the door open. In our artists world we had nothing to hide. When Daniel passed by my room on the way to his, there was no way he could miss the fact that in the semi dark room Jim was on top of me fucking for all he was worth. And nasty me made sure to be noisy just as he walked past.”


More laughs & comments.


“The next day Daniel was very quiet. I felt a little guilty for imposing on his religious beliefs so much. But not so guilty as to put any more than panties on that next night as I walked from the shower. I don’t claim to look anything like you Heather,” then Amy paused and said “Damn I didn’t look like you 30 years ago.”


Heather and Maxine both cut her off insisting she was so very pretty. Cooper added his agreement “You are an amazingly attractive woman. No offence to Heather, but there is a beauty of a grown woman that can’t be had at twenty.”


“Well thank you very much.” Amy leaned back and turned to kiss him softly then said “I wasn’t fishing for compliments, what I was going to say was that to a twenty-four-year-old virgin, fifty-three-year-old me looked good. The second night he took a good long look before scurrying away to his room. But it was four days later, on our first day off, I don’t remember if it was a Saturday or a Sunday, that he had to really adjust to our way of living. We all slept in, and I thought I was the first up. It was hot when I crawled out of bed, I remember it distinctly, I lay on top of the sheets considering what to wear for several minutes before pulling on just a pair of cut offs. I half-stumbled into the common room to which the kitchen was attached.”


“I smelled the fresh Guatemalan coffee before I even got into the room. I knew I wasn’t the first to be up. In the main room everyone was fully dressed. At first, I hesitated but I thought what the hell, we were artists, why were a pair of middle-aged boobs a big deal. Daniel made a visible effort not to look at me. After breakfast, I suggested we try out the villa’s pool. That put Daniel in an uncomfortable position.”


“There were six of us; Jim and Cass and I were full professors who have spent many a day naked together. Ken was then an associate professor at Georgia, but now he is at University of Colorado. Cass assumed her new assistant was gay since she’d seen her with other women at a couple of social events at the start of the school year. That perception lasted only until her big annual Halloween party which had, as usual, a running orgy in her bedroom. When she checked in, she saw Dawn demonstrating she, like her mentor Cass, was not averse to enjoying cock. The next week, Dawn thought it appropriate to tell her new boss that she considered herself pansexual. So he wasn’t at all shocked. Dawn and Daniel were both graduate assistants. Dawn was Cass’s assistant and they had messed around together a couple of times, though from what Cass had told me it was just for fun and that Cass had started dating a guy. Cass is an art historian, not an artist herself, but she does have some talent with pen and ink.”


“No one but Danial had thought to bring a swim suit on our trip. So when I suggested we go swimming, that meant in the buff to everyone but him. It left him as the odd man out in his swim trunks. After a few minutes he swam over to me and said he didn’t mean to be a prude but he simply was not comfortable taking off his trunks. I told him that he should follow his own path, not ours. Though that tent I could see in his trunks made me want to see what was hiding in there.”

She was teased by Maxine for lusting after her assistant.


Amy splashed some water at her and said “Like you have room to talk.”

Laughs.


Amy changed her position to shift how Cooper’s penis was going into her, then went on. In doing so she missed the man slipping into the pool house and taking a seat on the bench to listen.



“Actually nothing but a little sexy play happened during that afternoon, but it set the stage for fun later. The pace was a little less grueling