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In Search of the Final Freedom: Chapter 47-B

Tabitha struggled to her feet “No, I'll get up. I think Sue Ann has it well enough… in hand.” Which generated a round of laughs. “Besides, I need to get my pictures.” She went to the game room where she’d left her shoulder bag and came back with a large manila folder.


Tabitha stood in front of the big screen and began, “As most of you know, my dad is a fundamentalist Baptist preacher. I went to my dad’s church’s little Christian school and we didn’t even own a TV while I was growing up. He completely isolated us from the secular world. It was like I lived on another planet. I went to our tiny Christian school, I never went to a movie, the beach or even a restaurant that served alcohol. Neither me, my sisters nor my mom even owned a pair of pants, let alone shorts. When I hit puberty, the only thing I knew about sex was that it was some vague evil. What is funny is that my home was so secretive about sex, that by the time I realized that masturbation was one of the things Dad meant when he preached against sins of the flesh; I’d been doing it for years, not knowing it was the same thing as sex.”

That brought general laughter.


She smiled then said seriously “No, really, I’d been regularly masturbating to orgasm since I was thirteen. Even now, if I haven’t already had sex, I get myself off most nights or I can’t go to sleep.” She looked at Butch, “Right?”


He nodded, “Yep, unless she is really tired, most nights as long as I’ve known her, it’s either sex or she plays with herself… or both.”


Laughs.


“So…” She continued, “…it was several years after I hit puberty, I was sixteen, and the wife of our new youth pastor took us girls on a retreat to a camp in the mountains. Among other things she told us it was a sin to touch ourselves ‘down there’.” Tabitha emphasized the words ‘down there’ in such a way to get more laughs. “In retrospect, I can see we had been told masturbation was wrong many times. But since they always used euphemisms for not only masturbation but for dick and pussy I really and truly did not know what they meant. I’d been blissfully getting off several nights a week for years. When I was like fourteen, I started putting my fingers inside of me while I rubbed. The next year I found that using a roll-on deodorant bottle as a dildo gave me a wonderful feeling. Though of course, I didn’t call it that. It scared the crap out of me when I broke my cherry, but since we never ever talked about anything that happened ‘down there’, I didn’t ask my mother about it.”

“If your mother never told you anything, what did you do when you first started your periods?” Bonnie inquired.


“Well, when I was twelve, she gave me the briefest of explanations that women start having a monthly time when they bleed and gave me a pack of pads. That’s why, when I deflowered myself before I’d had a period, I thought I’d started. I just couldn’t figure out why it didn’t happen again. Of course, I didn’t even know what a tampon was until I moved out. My first actual period didn’t start until months after I broke my cherry. After that, a new package of pads magically appeared in the bathroom each month, but my mother and I never talked about it.”


“I told you all that to get to the point that when I was told that what I’d been doing, and enjoying, for years was supposed to be a sin according to our new youth pastor’s wife; I was blown away. I was a model Christian girl and yet she said I had been sinning day in and day out for years?”


Tabitha paused for a moment and then went on “Well one thing about being the pastor’s daughter is I already knew the youth pastors we’d had at my church were not infallible. I’d heard my dad complain about how bad several were and the lady who was leading the retreat was new at our church because the last youth pastor had been fired a few months before. When I got home from the retreat, I did a lot of thinking. As if a light of understanding was turned on, I realized for the first time, at sixteen years old, that the adults in my life were not God and did not speak for him. Most people who are not raised in that kind of church just can’t grasp how the church and the pastor’s opinion become the sole standard of right and wrong. Since in my case, my pastor was also my father, he was the singular source of information about virtually everything in life. Therefore, when that night I realized that my father didn’t speak for God and was not the source of all knowledge, it occurred to me for the first time all that evil secular stuff I had been sheltered from, might not be wrong after all. I decided that night I wanted to know what all the rest of the world believed and I wanted to decide for myself what was good and bad for me. I knew full well the pleasure I got from ‘down there’ was real and was more tangible than the stuff my dad was preaching.”


“I wasn’t about to openly challenge my dad, so I began to secretly explore the other world I had never seen. I, for the first time in my life, made an effort to learn about the other kids in my neighborhood. In the past, all my contact with them had been to preach to them and to try to get them to come to our church, but the next week I went to visit Elisabeth Terranova who lived two doors down. She was ….OH NO!….. Catholic. She was my age and we’d vaguely known each other since my family had moved into our house when I was nine. I told my dad that I felt the Lord leading me to befriend her to lead her to the truth. Since I was a model child, he believed me hook, line, and sinker. It actually took me more time to convince Elisabeth that I was no longer trying to convert her.”


“For sake of time I’ll skip the details, but from Elisabeth and her best friend, Vicky, I learned about pop music, TV, movies, wine and, don’t laugh, pretty much everything about sex beyond the most basic biological stuff. They already knew what a bubble I’d been raised in so they were willing to tell all they knew. Elizabeth was a virgin, but had recently let her boyfriend feel her up; Vicky had not been a virgin for over a year and was already on birth control so she had more detailed answers. I think the biggest shock for them was when they started to describe masturbation, I let them know that I did it several nights a week and had for years. The more we talked the more surprised they became. I thought their eyes were going to fall out when I told them how good it felt to put the roll-on deodorant bottle inside myself when I did it and how I thought I had orgasms every time, but I wasn’t sure. After I described how it felt they were astounded that the Bible girl had been getting herself off and didn’t even know it. They were so impressed that Vicky decided it was time for me to meet a boy. Two weeks later Elisabeth and I lost our virginity on the same day when her boyfriend and his best friend came over on Saturday afternoon when her mom had gone out shopping.”


“That was most definitely not my best sexual experience. I really liked the kissing and the full-body skin-to-skin contact a lot, but once he put it in, he was done and gone long before I was even fully warmed up. I had used her older brother’s room for the deed, he was off in the Navy; so once both boys were gone, I went to Elizabeth’s room and we compared notes and we both told Vicky what we thought of our first-time experiences. I told them how I really felt let down. Losing my virginity was supposed to be this super special thing, but it was not. I told them how I felt I was just given a tease of what I really wanted. I don’t remember who suggested it, probably me, but I lifted up my skirt, put my hand in my panties and I got myself off in front of both of them… twice. Of course, I’d never had anyone watch me and I was a bit shy at first. But I liked being the teacher for a change and besides that, I was really turned on. After I came the first time, I took my panties off so they could see what I was doing. Without my panties, I was able to put two fingers of one hand in me while I rubbed with the other, which was the most common way I did it.”


“Did you really get off in front of your friends, or did you fake it?” Sue Ann asked.


“Oh, yea I really came. I’d been doing it for years, so it was easy” Tabitha answered. “At the time I didn’t really understand why it was different, but later that night I realized that for them to watch me made it really exciting. I was sure I’d be doing it again. That first time they just watched me masturbate, but the next afternoon it was just me and Elisabeth. We started out with me masturbating in front of her again, but soon I showed her what to do and she copied it, then I’m not sure why, but we started kissing while we did it. That was way better than the quickie sex I had with her boyfriend’s buddy. Even before we started having full Sapho sex a couple of weeks later, I knew that what we were doing was something my dad would condemn as the ultimate sin. But I didn’t stop.”


“Once we had started kissing while we masturbated, it just seemed natural to use my hand to get her off too, and from there it was a short hop into us getting naked and doing everything to each other. So again, I was faced with something that felt fulfilling and wonderful and clearly made my friend feel the same. Yet I knew what we were doing was proclaimed to be a terrible sin by none other than my all-powerful father. A father that I, only then realized, manipulated the truth about the outside world and made it appear to be a terrible place that it was not. Now I’m not saying my dad is a bad man because he isn’t. And in time, I found out that he was partially right because some things in the outside world really are terrible. But not everything is. He is stuck in seeing all recreational sex as subversive and just can’t get over that. Otherwise, he really is a good man. He has helped many, many people.” Then she paused and added “It’s just too bad he didn’t have the same time for me. I wouldn’t have made some of the mistakes I did if he had been as focused on his own kids as he was on other families.”


“I’d been friends with Elisabeth for over a year, and we’d been having sex for half of that time when my father got suspicious that my friendship with her was not just about leading her to the Lord. At first, he said I could only go to her house once a week, then he said he might forbid me to talk to her at all. That would have been bad enough on its own; but while spending all that time at Elisabeth’s house, I had fallen madly in love with Burton, an old friend of Elisabeth’s brother.”


“What happened was that when her brother, James, came home on leave from the Navy, I had sex with him…more than once. Unlike the first boy I did it with, sex with James was good, really good. Elisabeth idolized her brother and she thought it would be great for me to do it with him. Even before he came home, she’d told me that she thought I would have a better experience if I had sex with her big brother. When he got home, she told him about my dud first (and only) experience with doing a boy and asked him to help me out to show me what good sex was. I had just turned seventeen, so it wasn’t like I was a little kid or anything. Every time James and I did it, she waited in her room for me to finish and tell her all about it afterward. He and I did it seven times in the two weeks he was home over Christmas. It was when he was there, I met Burton who became my first love. He was tattooed, bearded, and rode a Harley; all the bad stuff. OK, looking back he didn’t really have a beard, but a rather scraggly goatee, but he really was tall."

There were a few comments about how girls’ first loves often seem more desirable than they really are.


Tabitha continued her narrative, "He was the classic charming bad boy. On top of that he drank, smoked pot and bragged, right in front of me, about his sexual conquests. I think it helped his case that Elisabeth’s brother really was caring and kind in bed. My first time with Burton was also my last time with James. Our threesome was really sweet and Burton followed James’s lead in not just what we did, but how I was treated. That carried over to our sex when it was just me and Burton. For over a month, when I told my dad that I was going to Elisabeth’s, half of the time I would meet Burt a few blocks from my house and we would go off. Not only did we fuck like rabbits, he took me to my first real party, which I loved. So, when my dad finally forbade me to go to Elizabeth’s, I was without an excuse to see Burt. A few nights I got away with crawling out the window late, but when I got caught, I was put under lock and key. It wasn’t that I just got caught; they found my bed empty at like 2:00 AM and called the police. They didn’t even begin to consider the possibility that their obedient little girl had snuck out.”


“Oh no!” Marcy gasped “I guess they were terrified.”


“They were, and to this day I feel bad about that” Tabitha answered. “You see Burt dropped me off around the corner as usual, but when I walked to our street, I could see three police cars in front of the house. Then I was scared something had happened at home. It didn’t even occur to me that the police were there because I had disappeared. To put it mildly, it was first a scene of rejoicing, then it got real bad for me. My dad is not one for empty threats, and when he said that he and mom would not let me out of their sight for the next year… until I went to the Christian college they had picked for me, I knew I would never see Burt again. So, I made my choice. The next Monday I put some clothes in my book bag before going with my dad to the church which was also my school. During lunch, I took off. I didn’t see my dad again until after Butch and I moved back here two and a half years ago.”


“My plan was to move in with Burt. Right off, my dad tried to get the law on him, but since I was seventeen and clearly had not been kidnapped, the police didn’t do anything about it. I was madly in love with Burt and so it took me some time to realize he was not nearly as in love with me as I was with him. I should have gotten the hint when I showed up at his trailer that first day and he wanted to know why I was there. When I explained I had run away from home to be with him, he was not as overjoyed as I expected him to be. His only comment was that he was glad I'd chosen him over my family because I was a hot piece of ass and he would hate to lose me. Looking back, I can't believe I was so stupid as to not see what he was saying. I twisted his words to mean he loved me and I hung onto that delusion for months, hoping the sacrifice I’d made for him would be reciprocated. I was so naive. I really believed that because we were having amazing sex, he loved me. I sure loved him… with an all-consuming passion.”


“That night I met his roommate, Junior, and Junior’s girlfriend Debbie.” Tabitha looked over at Sherry and said in an aside “In some ways my story is a modern-day version of yours. But instead of idealistic hippies, I fell in with tweeking redneck bikers. While Burt was young and seemed to be the romantic tuff guy to me, Junior was much older and much nastier. He was closer to my dad’s age than mine, and he really was scary looking. Debbie wasn’t much older than me, but she already had that emaciated look that I now know is a sure sign of being a meth head.”


Then back to the whole group Tabitha continued “That night I didn’t even know what Burt meant when he told Junior that he didn’t like sloppy seconds so he’d better not go bareback with me. But I soon found out. After we all ate some frozen pizzas while watching a Dukes of Hazard marathon on TBS; Burt, who had been wearing just some boxers and a tee shirt, took off his boxers right in front of Junior and Debbie. He had a full hard-on. He threw a cushion from the couch on the floor and told me to get naked so he can show them how hot I am. I was completely taken by surprise. I had concocted a love affair right out of one of Elisabeth’s dirty romance novels. Rather than sweeping me up in his loving arms, my true love wanted me to lay naked on the floor of a nasty trailer to show off in front of his friends for our first night together.”


“So what did you do?” Bonnie asked incredulously.


“I got naked and put on the best sex show I could. I wanted him to be proud of me. Yet, no matter how I was acting, deep down it was humiliating. I knew I’d made a huge mistake, but I saw no way out. I could tell that Junior and Debbie enjoyed watching Burt fuck me, so I did my best to pretend that was what I’d expected and wanted. My self-deception worked because when I saw how much they liked watching, I began to feel sexy. And I guess because I had jilled off in front of Elisabeth and Vicky dozens of times, I had already begun to enjoy being watched.”


“Besides that, in the past Burt had made a real effort to ensure I got off when we had sex. So, for a full episode of The Dukes of Hazard, we fucked and I sucked and we fucked some more. I even convinced myself, for a little while at least, that I actually liked what was happening. However, my self-deception began to fall apart when I realized that Burt was making no effort to get me off. It was all about him showing off for Junior. After he came, he told the others that I masturbate almost every night and told me to show them how I do it. I knew deep down that I did not like what was happening, but still I closed my eyes and pretended I was back home. At some point, I don’t know when, the other two got naked. When I came, I opened my eyes to see her giving Junior head on the couch. I’d never actually seen someone do that. Right off though, I could tell she had way more experience and skills in that area than I did. When Burt was ready to go again, I went back down on him and tried to emulate the things she was doing to Junior. He clearly liked it.”


“Debbie stopped sucking off Junior and they went back to watching the TV and sometimes us. When Burt came the second time, I found out what he meant by sloppy seconds. I’d never heard that term before. See, so far that night, no one had offered to use a condom, even though I’d always used one with Burt. In fact, it was the first time I’d ever had sex without one. So when he came again while I was leaning over the side of the couch, I could feel the goo in my pussy. Burt finished his orgasm and was still in me when he asked Junior if he wanted his sloppy seconds. Without even thinking to ask me, Burt stepped aside, and I felt Junior slide his dick into me. It was way too unreal for me to be offended. I just leaned over and made eye contact with Debbie while her boyfriend fucked me from behind. I could feel Burt’s cum being squished out and dripping down between my feet. I will never forget that night; just watching her watch her boyfriend. It was not erotic or a turn-on, but neither was it the nightmare it became later. Instead, it was like I was playing a part in a movie. It wasn’t me bent over that couch, but I was a spectator. At least that was how I framed it to keep my sanity. Over the next year I did that quite a bit.”


She paused. Her face betrayed that this was not a good memory. Bonnie filled the space “So, how does that lead to the most erotic moment in your life?”


After a moment Tabitha responded “That was several years later, but that night set the process in motion. That night I would call a lot of things, but wonderfully erotic was not one of them.” She seemed to think for a minute. “I didn’t mean to go into all that depressing stuff. I had intended to just give a little background because I wanted to tell you about the day I met, and made love to Butch for the first time. That night with Butch under the stars really was the most erotic moment of my life. But I’ve talked long enough.”


“Oh, come on, we want to hear it” Bonnie chided. “You gave us a really sad story, now you have got to make up for it.” Even as the words came out, Bonnie realized she should not have said that. Just telling the story had clearly upset Tabitha.


Before Bonnie could think of the words to undo what she’d just said Tabitha shook her head “No, it’s someone else’s turn” as she snuggled in beside her husband.


Bonnie, in a soft voice, said, “It’s OK. I shouldn’t have pushed you.”


Butch spoke up “I’ll tell that story then. After all, I was there too. But I’ll just sit here if it’s OK with you all.”


"Yea I guess you will do that," Bonnie said using her eyes to draw everyone's attention to his penis which still had Sue Ann’s hand on the long shaft. Bonnie laughed “OK, Snake, you can keep getting your hand job there while you talk.”


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


“I told my buddies about her, and they just teased me about not having a woman. And they were right. I was horny and lonely, especially since I could hear my buddies and their girls getting it on every night and they weren't the kind of guys who share.”


“Oh, poor baby,” Tabitha teased. Butch’s starting their story seemed to wipe away the sadness that her narrative had brought up.


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


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


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


Tabitha continued “And we made love right beside a dirt road under the stars. It was wonderful.”

Butch jumped back in, “The next morning, we drove back to the rally and Tabatha gathered her things from her former man’s camp, then we took off on my bike.”


“And we have been together ever since” she concluded.


“Oh, that is so romantic” Bonnie gushed.


“Romantic hell, we want more sweaty details” Beth Ann complained.

“Yea, more details” her sister seconded.


“OK,” Butch relented with a smile.


Bonnie was happy to see Tabitha was smiling too. This was the story she’d wanted to tell after all.

Butch began, “After I talked to her that first time, we left the club and walked down the street to where my bike was parked. We rode out of town up into the Black Hills National Forest for about an hour. She’d worked at unbuckling my belt and getting into my pants as we rode.”

“and that was when I met the snake” Tabitha injected. “At first I had just the top and didn’t realize how big it was. By this time in my life, I was quite sexually experienced, but as we rode I realized I’d never done a guy hung like him. There was no way we were going back before I got to put it in me.”

Butch cut her off “It was good that it was a moonless night and we were on a dirt road in the forest because she had my wood completely out of my pants while we were still riding. Finally, I pulled off the road and pulled a blanket out from my saddle bag. She was naked again before I had gotten the blanket down. She didn’t want foreplay. The truth is I’d had girls before who saw my dick and it scared them off. I’d also had quite a few who wanted to try it on for size. She was the second kind and she was like a wild woman. She virtually pushed me down and straddled me, then held my dick and took it all right in like very few women had ever done before. One try, and she was sitting on my balls.”

“He’s right” Tabitha agreed “I did want it in me. And when I squatted down over him I couldn’t believe how it kept going in and in and in. Now understand, I’d had a lot of dicks in me and I’d sat on some pretty big ones before, but his felt like it was going to hit my stomach before I was all the way down. I have never before or since had anything in me that feels remotely as good as Butch does. And on top of that, he can keep it up indefinitely. That night under the stars, I sat on him for hours, I mean literally, not figuratively. I just barely moved my hips as we talked for half the night. Sitting on him like that with his dick in me, I opened our conversation by asking his name. By the time we finished, I was in love.”


Butch picked up, “That’s what happened, as I lay on the blanket beside that dirt road in the forest, she rode me forever and we just talked and got to know each other that way. That was more than five years ago. Since that night we have done things that would make a porno director proud. Before we moved to Sparta, we had watched the other fuck a good dozen of our close friends and even more acquaintances. So, tonight will not be anything like the first time we have watched each other have sex, but nothing compares to that night with Tabitha under the stars.”

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


Bonnie stood and said “I love how many different kinds of stories we have. Now, let’s see, Brandy, you and Dwight haven’t shared. She looked over at Brandy and Dwight. They looked at each other and Brandy said sheepishly “We don’t have any stories like yours. I was a virgin until Dwight and I got carried away one night. I got pregnant the next month. All our sex back then was in the seat of his pickup. And I'm sorry, but none of those times was really great, at least for me. I have never had sex with anyone but him. Everything I’ve done that’s the least bit wild has been right here with you guys. So, if I had to name one thing, it would be that first time in June when Dwight and I had sex in front of all of you beside the pool. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done by a long shot.”


Bonnie nodded in understanding.


Sue Ann said, “It was really, really sexy. The way you seemed so confident like you’d done it a hundred times. It turned me on for sure.”


There were several concurring opinions before Brandy said “I might have appeared calm, but inside I was nervous as hell… and super turned on. So yes, that is my most erotic moment ever.”

Bonnie smiled then looked at Dwight “What about you?”


“I’m the same. Brandy was the first girl I went all the way with. Though I had sex with two other girls during those years when I was not ready to settle down to be a husband and father. She knows about those girls and doesn’t hold it against me. But we have talked about it and we are prepared to watch each other have sex with someone else tonight. The only thing I would disagree with Brandy on is that I thought she was so hot back then, and doing it with her in my truck was great, at least for me.”


His typical male viewpoint received some comments and amused laughter.


Brandy put in with a voice that barely contained her excitement, “We are actually both really looking forward to the rest of the night. I’ve given him permission to do anything he wants with anyone he wants to do it with.”


“What about you?” Bonnie asked. “Do you have permission too?”


She nodded “Oh, he really wants to watch me do it with Calvin. He’s seen me looking at him all summer at your pool parties and knows I think he’s hot.” She paused then very timidly added “but…”


“But what?” Bonnie asked.


Sheepishly she said, “While I really do want to have sex with Calvin, the person I most want to be with is…” She paused again and looked up to Bonnie “… is you.”


Bonnie didn’t express the least bit surprise. In fact, she didn’t feel any. She’d gotten those vibes from Brandy for several months. She wasn’t sure why young women seem drawn to her, but clearly, they were. And, Bonnie enjoyed the role of lover/teacher to those women. Though she loathed to admit it to herself, she was developing a taste for having sex with pretty young women. She thought of how Nell had arranged so that they would be alone together at her new office. There was no question they would be having sex again. And she had no doubt she’d enjoy making love to Brandy… very possibly tonight. “I would love to be with you Brandy” Bonnie replied with a smile. “If circumstances don’t work out for us to have the kind of time we would need to… get properly acquainted… we will work out a time next week for just me and you.”


Brandy’s joy at Bonnie’s response showed


Turning to the other side of the room, Bonnie said, “Carlotta? Do you have a story to tell?”

Carlotta gave a pretty smile and said “I’ll confess, I’m a little overwhelmed by all of this. As you ladies know I am a recovering Catholic, so I’m still having to process that what feels good actually can be good. I have had an amazing year of self-discovery, and perhaps when you do this again, I will be ready to share. But not tonight.”


Bonnie smiled back. “We all go at our own pace. Just know you have friends in this group who have been down that same path and would always be glad to help you negotiate the twists and turns. Too many women have to find their bodily independence by themselves. You do not need to do that.”


Carlotta nodded and Bonnie turned to Ronda, “I know you have stories. There is no question that your two daughters think you are the greatest mom in the world and you have raised them in a sex-positive environment that makes what I did with my kids seem conservative.”


Ronda sat up. “I’m glad to hear they think that way. I think a lot of my two girls too. But, be sure, the sex-positive education seems to flow both ways in my home. The truth is that while I have to work to make myself believe that sex is totally natural and our sexuality isn’t something that should be hidden; both of my girls truly believe it deep down. They simply can’t conceive of life any other way.”


Only when she handed an 8x10 picture frame to Cooper did Bonnie even realize she’d brought a photo. Under the glass was a picture of a teenage version of Ronda riding in a rodeo. “Like Tabitha, I grew up in a conservative home. Not terribly religious, but solid Iowa farm folk who were sure they knew right and wrong and they fully expected me to live according to what they thought was right. And like Tabitha, I fell in love with a handsome older guy. As a teenager, like my girls, the rodeo was all that mattered to me.” She paused then added, “Though it appears now that Bethany has made the varsity softball team at Jeff Davis, her life in rodeo has become a sideline. In my head I know that isn’t a bad thing, though it is hard for me to let her out of my grasp. But Haley is following my footsteps in rodeo and is gunning for the Under-18 state barrel racing

championship this next month. I won that trophy for Iowa twice back in the day. That photo is of me when I was sixteen. Barrel racing and rodeo were my life and it is no surprise I fell for a bull rider.”


She went on to tell a much more sexually explicit version of the story she’d already told several of the women. It was the tale of joyfully giving up her virginity to a bull rider at fifteen and some of the wild sexual escapades they had in carrying on under her parent’s nose at rodeos for almost two years. She went into some of the crazy places they found to do it and told of a couple of close calls when they almost got caught. “I am sure that is why I still want high-intensity athletic sex. Only in the last few years have I learned to truly enjoy slow sensuous love-making.” She looked down to where Cooper sat on the floor, “My time with you last month was like the final transition to truly appreciating a kind of sexuality that is unhurried and tender. Be sure I’m looking forward to a repeat.”


In answer to questions from Sherry and Carlotta, Ronda explained how when she and her two girls moved to Sparta, she had built for her family a world on her terms. “I resolved that my girls would grow up in a home where women owned their sexuality without shame or remorse. I currently have four men at work with whom I have an ongoing sexual friendship. About once a week I meet one of them.” She went on to tell how she had always been forthright with the girls that she took men and women to bed for sex and simply added more details as they got older.


Carlotta was both taken aback and impressed that she had been direct with her girls as far back as when Bethany was five-years-old.


Ronda repeated that she had determined not to raise her girls the way her parents had. She explained that she wanted Haley and Bethany to grow up to believe their womanhood was both good and empowering. She said she had decided the best way to do that was by example. She went on to tell them “From when they were old enough not to need after-school child care, I have called to let them know when I’ll be home late from work. If I’m going by the store I tell them so, but if I will be late because I’m going to have sex, I tell them that too. Since I’ve brought all four of my regular men home at least once, I let them know with whom I’m doing it. And I should say it’s not an accident all four of those men are married and not looking for a new wife, only a little friendship and sex. That was deliberate on my part because I don’t want them to get the wrong idea. While three of the men hide it from their wives, one man actually invites his wife to join us when she can get someone to watch their kids. They aren’t swingers and I’m the only woman they do it with, but they’ve come together to my house a dozen or more times in the past four years.”

Bonnie could tell Sherry was clearly impressed by Ronda’s words, but Carlotta was struggling to understand so Ronda explained her long-standing arrangement about inviting cowboys to their trailer at night. After she’d laid out what Bonnie had already heard she finished by stating, “For my two girls, Mom having a romp with a cowboy behind the curtain in my loft bed is just a normal part of our rodeo life. And I know Haley also told you how in the past few years she’s built up her own stable, though she beds her guys during the day while I do it at night. It’s a good arrangement.”


Then Ronda told the group how last month, a hot young couple with whom she had played a number of times, had invited Haley to join them. “She asked me if I minded if she did it with my playmates.”


“What did you say?” Sue Ann asked.


Ronda laughed to herself. “For the first time ever, I felt jealous. Not just of my daughter but of any woman. I guess my fear was of being put out to pasture. But when I asked for details, Haley explained they had actually asked if she would like to join the three of us to make a foursome. You see, pretty much everyone in the rodeo circuit knows both Haley and I ride the bronc & bull riders regularly. I’ve never hidden the fact I do, and when Haley became sexually active nearly three years ago, it never occurred to her to hide it either. But Haley told the young couple that she didn’t think I was up to both of us playing with them at the same time… yet. That is why she asked me if I minded if she went to go herself. Though she made it clear she would not object if I wanted to come too.”


“Did she?” Sue Ann asked.


“Yes, she did. But, no I did not join them. On the drive home Sunday morning, she told us all about her night. For Haley and I to have sex with the same guy…well couple, is something new. But I guess it was inevitable given that we fish in the same pond at the rodeos. I would expect at some time in the future we will be in that couple’s trailer at the same time. The truth is I don’t think either of us would be embarrassed by finding ourself right there while the other had sex.”


Even as she was still stroking the snake in front of everyone, Sue Ann quipped, “It’s not like I haven’t fucked my sister’s husband. And if I don’t get a chance to do him again before the night is over, you can bet I will before the week is out.”


Beth Ann looked over to her sister and agreed. “I was thinking that when you come over tomorrow afternoon to watch the Falcon’s game, we can take turns dragging Calvin to the bedroom.”

With a huge smile, Calvin almost shouted “Oh YEA!”


His wife turned to him with a wicked grin, “You say that now, but by the time we are done with you, you will be curled up in the fetal position begging to be put out of your misery.”


Calvin didn’t miss a beat “Yea, but what a way to go.”


That got the whole room laughing.

Then, more seriously Beth Ann said “But to share my man with my sister is not the same as sharing him with my mother. That is too much of a leap for even me to think about.”

Ronda got a wicked smile and said “Oh, didn’t you realize, I’m not the only mother here to have had sex with the same guy as her daughter.” Then she turned to look right at Bonnie and then at Slosh.


Bonnie knew there was no point in denying it. She plugged her flash drive back in to the TV and opened a different folder. As the photos of her and Brett began, she proceeded to tell the group how Misty had sent her ‘vacation boyfriend’ in to ask to have sex with her. After giving it a moment to build up some tension, she explained that she had agreed, but had him do her in the ass so as to prevent any comparison issues. When she explained that the terrific photos of Bonnie taking it from the teenager had actually been shot by Misty, several people said that was as kinky as anything yet revealed.


When Bonnie finished with the dozen photos, Slosh said she might as well ‘confess” as well. But she made it clear that she’d had sex with Squirrel before Sarah had. She then took a turn showing yet another set of highly explicit photos. She went on to tell about having sex for Misty’s camera and how, “Sarah was right on the bed with me the whole time with the reflector board. Watching her mother up close like that as Misty shot photos didn’t bother her a bit. Then later that evening, when Sarah had sex with the same guy, she emulated the positions she had seen me do with him. I didn’t see that part, but Trish did.”


Trish nodded to confirm the story.

After she and Slosh had made their short explanations and shown the photos, Bonnie said “In total Misty shot almost fifteen minutes of video of those two little episodes. So why don’t we just let them run on the TV while we take another food and potty break?”


As people got up to move around while the first set of video clips of Bonnie and Brett began to run. While the photos she and Slosh had shown were carefully and artfully framed, the videos had more of a “you are there” feel to them. In them, the reflector board (and the nude girl holding it) showed up frequently. Amy asked Bonnie “I heard Slosh say her daughter held the reflector for her erotic photoshoot; did she do the same for yours?”


Bonnie didn’t miss that Sherry called Marcy Slosh. She had no doubt that among their group, Marcy had indeed become Slosh. “Yes,” she answered. “Normally Caitlan was Misty’s assistant, but for those two photo sessions Sarah filled the role.” Indeed, the video clips on the television screen clearly showed the reflector board and parts of Sarah’s body a good many times, though, in the few that caught her face, Misty had pixelated it out to obscure her identity in the video they’d kept.


While they were on the break, Bonnie decided to move the party along. She suggested to Slosh since the story time was almost over, it was time that they help get things going.


When the videos ended, Bonnie could see Slosh had done as asked. In fact, all she and Trish now wore was their body jewelry, pseudo-panties and harem shoes. Over half of the women were bare-breasted, and Calvin & Mike had lost their pants (and Butch’s had not been put back on). While Mike was taking it in stride, Calvin had a nearly full erection.


Ronda was the last to return from the bathroom. She surveyed the changes and detached the fabric from her top and skirt before finding a place between Cooper and Brandy on the floor.

Nearly nude Trish stood grouped with Beth Ann and her husband… much to Calvin’s obvious pleasure. On the other side of their ‘harem,’ Slosh & Mike flanked Carlotta. In the back, Sue Ann & Tabitha still braced Butch, though the snake was less firm now. Amy, Sherry & Herb stood in a group in front of the sofa. As they all settled back into the pillows on the floor, it was clear to Bonnie that her guests had coalesced into five groups of threes in advance of the sex everyone knew was coming soon.


With everyone settled, it really did look like a scene out of a teenage boy’s fantasy about a Moorish harem. The air of sexual anticipation had clearly made itself felt… just as Bonnie had hoped. She looked at Dr. Douglass and said, “Amy, I know you have some great stories.”

Looking up at Bonnie, Amy said “I think the stories have been great. I don’t think anything I have to add will do more to make this get-together a success.”


Bonnie chided, “Come on, the Executive Director of the Final Freedom Foundation can proffer at least one hot story.”


Amy laughed and said, “OK, remember you pushed me into it.” Standing, she produced a jump drive of her own. Right then Bonnie knew Amy’s reluctance had been feigned. She was totally prepared to give a story. What followed was a narrative of the after-show party in the New York hotel’s hospitality suite, complete with dozens of photos, none of which Bonnie had seen before. The tale that followed was not so much Amy’s personal erotic experience of that night, but what happened around her, including Bonnie’s totally uninhibited behavior.


After a few photos of people in sexy outfits crossed the screen while Amy set the stage, she stopped on a photo of the large crowded room. In it, Bonnie was laying on a sofa, her breasts fully out of the dress, while a good-looking man (Jim Peterson) had hiked up her dress to finger her. On the big TV, it was obvious that her hips were thrusting up to meet the man’s fingers. That made it clear Bonnie was not simply passive eye candy. Even Bonnie had to admit to herself it was a very sexy image.


Bonnie blurted out, “Where did these photos come from?”


Amy laughed. “It was my party after all, and I’d hired a professional photographer. I just quietly let people, especially those who were public figures, that the photos were for my reference and that I would not to share them with anyone without their express permission. I guess since you two were part of the FFF, the photogene didn’t tell you.”


It took some thinking but Bonnie vaguely recalled seeing the FFF photographer at the party. A minute or two later, Bonnie was even more surprised when a series of four, very good, photos of her making love to Gillian Moyers came up on the screen. Her surprise at seeing the pictures was actually mild compared to the reaction by the rest of the people in the room. The first was a close up of her and Gillian kissing, but the next frame was a wider shot. In it, Bonnie was again making love with Gillian, but in that photo, it showed that the two women had men behind them and all four were fully engaged. In context, it was clear that the two men were simply adding to the women’s make-out session by fucking them. It was intensely hot. And most importantly, Gillian’s face was fully visible.

“Is that Gillian Moyers?” Calvin asked incredulously as the image filled the 70” TV screen. It was fully life-sized.


Amy calmly said “Yes. It is Gillian Moyers, the “A” list movie star with your friend Bonnie. They made love for nearly an hour that night, along with two hot men who were sort of accessories for them. I was only in and out of the room they were using a few times, but it was truly beautiful to behold.


Trish, almost incensed said “You didn’t tell me about this!”


Bonnie shook her head slowly. “No, I didn’t. Though not because it was not an amazing experience, nor was it that I was embarrassed about having a foursome. No, the reason I didn’t tell anyone is I thought it would be gauche to talk about having sex with a movie star. So, yes I had a terrific sexual encounter with Gillian Moyers. But I’ll disagree with Amy, the man doing me in this picture was more than an accessory. Yes, in this photo he was, but he had ample opportunity to show me his skills. His name is Francois and I’m not insulting my husband when I say he was the most skilled lover I’ve ever been with. It was a truly amazing experience.”


Amy’s story was derailed by a dozen questions, including where Cooper was while she was with Gillian, Francois, and Danial for an hour.”


Amy artfully stated, “He was commandeered for a threesome before he joined me in the main suite for our own love-making session.” Bonnie noted she did not say the two people with whom Cooper was having sex at that moment were both men.


After two more, wonderful, photos of Bonnie’s foursome, a frame showing Amy and Cooper out in the hospitality suite came on the screen. They were both nude and she was sitting on Cooper in the lotus position. Amy said. “Later that evening I had a chance to experience Francois. Bonnie isn’t exaggerating, he is very skilled. But I can tell you from multiple first-hand experiences, that Cooper Campbell is also a world-class lover.”


Bonnie was gratified when Trish and Ronda both seconded that statement.


After another dozen photos, of both Amy & Cooper making love and the goings on in the Hospitality Suite, two images of Bonnie and a pretty, very young, woman messing around on one of the sofas, both fully nude, came up. Bonnie took the opportunity to say “That is Nell, she is the girlfriend of Amy’s graduate assistant. If any of you haven’t seen it yet, one of the new photos in the game room is of her, Heather, and Misty on inflatable rafts in our swimming pool.”

Amy added “After Bonnie and Cooper wimped out and went back to their hotel, we had one last burst of erotic fun. That is when Nell and I spent a memorable time with Monsieur Francois. Bonnie was right about him, no matter how many lovers a woman has had, she won’t forget that Frenchman. But I would be remiss if I didn’t say that over all, I’d rather make love to Cooper than any other man I know… including my husband. No, he doesn’t roll my eyes back in my head as Francois did, but when I’m with Cooper, I feel loved, not just sexually satisfied.”


Again, she got seconds from Ronda and Trish.


Slosh took advantage of the time it took Amy to find her seat to ask “What about Cooper? We haven’t heard a story from him.”


“OK Coop, your turn,” Bonnie said.

As had the others before him, Cooper put a jump drive into the side of the TV and turned to tell his story. But before he began, Bonnie added, “I know I’ve told you girls all about my swinger cruise last winter, but you haven’t seen nearly all the photos we actually have and my husband has a slightly different take on the events than I do.”


“Yea, this is my version of the events, well of a couple of the events. But my version is the right one no matter what my wife says.”


“Don’t believe him” Bonnie contradicted.


Cooper ignored her. “As Bonnie said, though you all have seen our photobook there are a great many photos you haven’t seen. The pictures I’m going to share tonight are from three of the high points for me. It would take all night to tell about everything, so I’m just going to tell about these three events from my perspective.”


Bonnie agreed with him on that.


Cooper began with a preface, “Just like you have learned about Marcy, Bonnie continued to have sex with other guys while we dated. Though Vanderbilt is a good-sized school, it is fairly conservative and the stories of Fuck on the First Date Bonnie were legend. On our first date, she literally dragged me to her dorm room for sex.”


He paused to give time for the responses he knew would follow.


Bonnie in pseudo-defensiveness answered those comments with “Well? What was a girl to do? If I’d waited for Cooper to make the first move, I would have had to wait for the third or even fourth date. I wasn’t about to do that. My nickname was well deserved, I always expected sex on the first date. After all, how was I supposed to know if I wanted a second?”


She got more comments from her friends.


Cooper went on, “We dated for nearly a year before she told me that since she had an engagement ring on her finger, she was going to stop having sex with other guys. In all that time, right up until we got married, people warned me not to marry her because while she was a great lay, she wasn’t proper wife material for someone like me.”


He looked to Mike, “I had no idea people had told you the same about Marcy. So, I totally understood what you were saying. In my case, several of the guys in my department knew firsthand how good she was in bed… and they were quick to let me know all about it. Unlike Mike, I had never physically seen my wife having sex, at least not until our cruise in February.” That introduction led into the first morning of the cruise where he, for the first time ever, watched Bonnie have sex with another man live and in person. The photos that Martin LeMarco had taken of the event were both explicit and erotic. In several of the images, Martin had included Cooper’s reaction to watching his wife riding Brian LeMarco’s cock.


Bonnie felt a little silly for feeling pleased with the compliments the photos garnered from her friends. From her seat to Cooper’s right, she was more or less facing most of the party guests. She had watched how Sue Ann and Tabitha started back on the snake as soon as Cooper started speaking, but it was Slosh who really got things into gear. She began by leaning over to nuzzle and kiss Carlotta’s neck. Evidently, Mike had been prepared on what to do at his wife’s cue, because he followed suit almost immediately. Bonnie suspected that Slosh had also spoken to her friend in advance since while she tensed up initially, she soon relaxed and enjoyed the attention. When Slosh and Mike eased her vest off, Carlotta turned to kiss Mike. She began tentatively but was soon wrapped in his arms in a passionate embrace. Slosh watched with obvious pleasure.

On the other side of the room, Trish took the cue and first turned to her right to kiss Beth Ann at length then turned to her left to kiss Calvin… and grip his erection even as she did so. “Yes,” Bonnie thought, “Our church group is on its way to our first orgy.”


Cooper jumped to the luau story. As he progressed, all five of the trio’s began foreplay. Sherry had Slosh help unclasp her top so that she too was bare-breasted before they shared an extended kiss.

Bonnie watched Brandy smiling as her husband suckled Ronda’s breasts with relish. She appeared surprised when Ronda turned to kiss her, though that surprise was momentary. Soon the two attractive young women were lustily kissing and exploring each other’s bodies with their hands. Dwight’s full erection let Bonnie know what he thought of what his wife was doing.


At one point Cooper stopped and asked “Should I stop now? Is anyone listening?”


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


Sue Ann had been kissing Butch while Tabitha used her hands on her voluptuous body for some time. But as Cooper continued to tell about the luau, Sue Ann swung a leg over Butch and began to work the snake into her body… well as much as she could.


In the days before the party, Cooper and Bonnie had talked at length about what Cooper should say. They both agreed that it was time to own everything they had learned about themselves on that trip. So he’d chosen two stories that included male-on-male sexual contact. He first broached the idea when he showed a luau photo of him and Brian LeMarco “sharing” Judy’s vagina. When he said, “I was surprised what a turn-on it was to have another guy’s cock rubbing on mine like that,” it appeared no one fully understood what he was saying.


Since nobody commented one way or another, he just went on with this narrative. He wrapped up the luau and went to the End-of-Cruse Party. By that time Sue Ann was riding Butch full tilt, Trish was giving Calvin a blow job, Amy and Shery were making out and Ronda was on her stomach eating Brandy. He cued up the first of two sets of photos of him up on the San Dinero’s deck daybed that he planned to show. The first was of his second threesome with Brian and Judy. Again, several photos showed him and Brian with both of their penises in Judy’s vagina at the same time. This time the lighting was better and the resultant photos made it clearer what was going on. He went on, ignoring the fact that it didn’t appear that anyone besides Bonnie was listening. “As I’d found out before, it was really hot sharing Judy like that. I was actually pleased when he came and I was able to hold off. But the feeling of our two cocks sliding on each other with his cum as lube was almost too much for me, but I held back because I knew it was going to be a long night.”


This time, Cooper’s words got a response. Amy broke off from kissing Sherry and said “I’m impressed. That had to be quite a turn-on.”


The next photo showed Judy holding Brian’s, still erect, penis in her hand, but what made the picture stand out was that the last quarter of Brian’s dick was in Cooper’s mouth. In Cooper’s memory, he’d only sucked Brian’s dick less than a minute as he cleaned the semen off of it; but the three successive photos made it appear to be an extended blow job. Though he knew it misrepresented what had actually happened, it was good for his ‘coming out’ as bisexual. The close-up images made it clear that he very much enjoyed the experience of sucking cock. Which he had.


It was Sheri who said, "Oh, well that is new."


Bonnie, not Cooper said "Yes, this is the first time we've shown any of the bisexual stuff. Neither of us had ever seen guys giving blow jobs until this trip, and while Cooper has thought about sucking dick since he was young, he’d never dreamed he would actually have a chance to try it. Like the Euro-Club and their boyfriends, to the people on the cruise, two guys getting each other off was as normal as two women doing it."


That comment got everyone's attention. Even Sue Ann stopped actively riding Butch to turn to look at Cooper and the TV screen.


Brandy asked "Really? The teenagers who hang out at your house think it's normal for guys to fuck each other?"


Bonnie replied, "Well, according to the girls, it’s usually more about sucking each other off, like in this photo; but they don’t see any issue with those of their guys who like having anal sex with each other."


Ronda jumped in, “She is right, to the club girls, guy-on-guy sex is quite normal. The very first time Haley’s boyfriend, Gregg, came to our home, they had a foursome with Rebecca and her boyfriend Devin. According to my daughter, for part of their time together, she and Rebecca had sex beside the boys who were also having sex with each other.”


Beth Ann asked Bonnie, "What do you think about guys doing guys?"


Bonnie said "I must admit I was surprised. At the luau, I was done for the night and was just sitting talking when I looked over and saw Cooper's boss sucking the boat captain's dick. But given what was happening, it only took a moment for it to feel like it was a natural and normal part of group sex."


Sherry stepped in, "I know you can't imagine it, but in the late 60's and all through the 70's guys doing each other in group sex was only slightly less common than girls doing girls. I didn't mention it in my story, but over the few days of that big love-in I saw several guys sucking and fucking other guys. It was just part of the scene. We didn't call it gay or even bi. There were some guys who really liked getting fucked in the ass, while other guys would never let a guy fuck them but would happily put their dick in any hole available. Everyone was pretty cool with whatever turned them on. It wasn't until the AIDS thing that the casual attitude toward male-male sex changed. But, in my book, watching two hot guys get it on is amazing."


Sue Ann seconded "Oh, so it's not just me who likes gay porn?"


Amy shook her head, “No it is not just you. I read somewhere that the primary market for gay porn is women. After all, there are more women than gay men.”


Sherry said "But in our day it wasn't gay at all. And it sounds like that idea is coming back in the new generation. So, go on Cooper."


He went back to finish his story and the photos of him doing sixty-nine with Martin then one of Cooper on all fours taking Martin’s cock up his back door. In the photo, Bonnie could clearly be seen in the background smiling as she watched. As the photo stayed on the screen, she commented, “I’ll confess, I was surprised how much it turned me on to watch Cooper like this. We’ve actually shared a guy since then and we’d gladly do it again if the opportunity presented itself.”


Even before the video clip of Martin drilling Cooper in the ass ended, the church group had made the irrevocable transition and had begun their first orgy. Trish and Beth Ann had given Calvin a double blow job before they both mounted him. Cooper, having ended his story, stood beside the TV deciding what to do, Trish rode Calvin’s dick while Beth Ann rode his face as the two of them made out.


Across the room, Amy & Sherry were taking turns sucking Herb, and to his left Slosh & Carlotta were doing the same to Mike. To his right things had rearranged themselves as he finished his story. Dwight was now face-down between Ronda’s legs and nearest to him Brandy and Bonnie were wrapped in each other’s arms kissing with passion.


Cooper stood for several minutes as Brandy slipped a hand into Bonnie’s top, and caressed her right breast before lifting it up and out of the sheer cup. Soon her mouth went to the nipple and she began suckling. Cooper was deciding if he should ask to join when Bonnie looked up to her husband and put up a finger as if to say “Wait.”


A minute or two later, Bonnie tilted Brandy’s head up, gave her a kiss and whispered something to the young woman. Then she put her breast back into her top and stood up. “Great job Cooper, I thought you did a good job telling it right.” She continued “OK everyone let’s take a break for a few minutes. There will be plenty of time to make tonight into your new most erotic experience, but let’s all untangle now.”


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


She moved to stand in front of the TV. It amused her to watch Trish and Beth Ann (who was now nude), move off of Calvin who just lay on his back, stunned. The two of them were a good match since they were both rather tall and big-boned women with wide hips and large breasts. Bonnie had never thought of how well-matched they would be as playmates, it seemed quite obvious now. Even through the buzz of conversations she could hear Beth Ann say “You don’t know how many times I’ve fantasized about being in an orgy like this.” She leaned over to kiss Trish then added “I don’t know how I never realized how sexy you are. Would Byron mind if you spent the night with Calvin and me, perhaps one night next week?”


Trish smiled at the offer and said “No, he wouldn’t mind one bit. What about your kids?”

Beth Ann gave a smile back, “If the rest of you can be open with your children that you have sex with your friends, so can I. After all, Tracy remembers full well me having men over on a fairly regular basis before Calvin came into my life. And now we have planned that their aunt will be fucking the shit out of their dad tomorrow afternoon during the game. Our house is too small for that to happen without their notice. And it’s not like Calvin and I have always been all that discrete about doing it.”

Bonnie had assumed this kind of thing would be the outcome but she hadn’t expected to hear that offer so soon. To the whole group, she said “So, whose story was the best?”


She looked around the room. Then pointing to people who were slow to disengage she began to ask “Was it Marcy’s story becoming Slosh? Or was it Trish’s tale of fucking nineteen different guys in Miami? Was it Beth Ann’s story of cheating with Calvin’s cousin or Calvin cheating with her sister, or even Sue Ann’s story of watching Beth Ann cheating with all sorts of guys in their bedroom?”


Bonnie was pleased when she got some laughs from the way she’d presented it.


“Or perhaps it was Mike's story of their time with the German exchange teacher and her boyfriend. Was it Sherry’s story of living as a hippy? Or was it Herb’s reminding us of the day Sherry deep-throated Butch at our pool? Was it Brandy and Dwight’s non-story? How about Ronda’s story of a teenage rodeo star falling in love with the bull rider and doing it anywhere and everywhere they could for two years? Then we can’t forget Tabitha’s tale of running away from home that led into Butch’s story of meeting Tabitha at the wet tee shirt contest and then taking her away for sex under the stars. Then Amy’s description of the New York After-Show party with those photos that even I will admit was pretty sexy. Last but not least, Cooper’s version of our swinger’s cruise opened a few eyes for sure.”


“The prize for best story will be…,” Bonnie said with a measured delay, “by agreement of all us women, is that the winning person will be invited over for dinner and a full night of bedroom delights with each of the other couples or singles here tonight. Since Amy lives in South Carolina, she will treat the winner and their date to a weekend with her at the Hyatt Regency Centennial Center in Atlanta. Having spent a night sharing her with my husband, I can assure you it will be a weekend to remember.” She looked over at Carlotta and said “Don’t worry, we aren’t asking you to participate since you are just visiting.


The women, who had devised the plan, smiled as their surprise was sprung, the men looked on incredulously. Bonnie felt the need to restate this “Do you men all understand all this? The winner will get dinner from each couple here, and spend a night in their bed. We girls cooked it up weeks ago.”


Still blank stares from the guys.


Amy cut in “Has anyone else noticed that Bonnie seems to have completely skipped out on telling a story herself? We can’t go on until she tells one.”


There was general agreement, and Bonnie’s effort to say she’d told parts of several stories got her nowhere. But she was prepared and turned the TV back on to show a series of photos from before and after her tryst with the Latin man in his Miami Beach penthouse. The high point was when she explained “So, I was bent over the balcony rail right at the edge of orgasm as he pounded his cock into me. Somehow, through the impacts and the haze of my arousal, my eyes drifted across all the hundreds of people enjoying themselves around the two pools thirty-two floors below me. It was such a turn-on that they simply had no idea I was having sex up above them. I’m not sure how, but I found my family sitting at a table. I watched them even as the man I’d just met fucked me like crazy. It was an amazing moment.” She went on to tell of more high-intensity sweaty sex inside the penthouse and how she came three times in just over half an hour of sex. Then how when he’d come a second time, she dismounted him and walked directly to the private elevator, picking up her thong and cover-up as she went.


“I just barely had time to pull on my thong and pull the cover-up over my head before the elevator door opened at pool level. Now, as Cooper pointed out, I have had a lot of sex in my lifetime and I honestly don’t know how many guys I’ve had sex with; but, that moment I exited the penthouse elevator, sweaty and flushed from a trio of orgasms was the single most erotic moment of my life. It felt like every one of those hundreds of people knew that this married mother of two teenagers had, just three minutes before, been filled with the cock of a rich playboy in his penthouse. They had to see I looked like a woman who’d just had amazing sex. With my coverup stuck to my body making it totally transparent, I walked across the pool deck to where my family waited. They saw I was flushed and sweaty and asked where I’d been. I just casually told them that I’d been up in the penthouse having sex with the man I’d met at the cabana bar.”

As she talked, she slowly went through a series of six photos Misty had taken of her as she approached their table. Knowing the full story, she looked like a woman who’d been having hot sex just minutes before. She closed with “They didn’t believe me at the time. But the next day, when Misty saw the college guys’ dick go into me at the nude beach, she believed.”

Heads nodded and she knew they liked her story. She then returned to conclude the contest. “OK, Slosh is handing out sheets of paper.”


Slosh had already retrieved a stack of paper slips and a box of pens. She handed them out.

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


She saw Carlotta pass on taking a piece, “Carlotta, I know you aren’t participating in the reward, but we would like your vote. The fact you have no skin in the game might make you less biased. Some of these reprobates might be voting for the person they most want in their bed for a night, not the best story.”


That got some laughs and exaggerated denials.