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Authors are always telling the fans & the social media world about themselves. I have decided to turn the tables, and we want to find out about you! We want to hear your story.
Today's Spotlight is on Maria C.who took a moment to share a bit about herself and what makes her tick with us. Thanks so much Maria for being our Spotlight this month! XO
1. Who are some of your favorite authors to read? Current & Past.
J.W. Snootz, Kelley Armstrong, JR Ward, Dean Koontz, Suzanne Collins, Lauren Kate, Cassandra Clare, Ashlyn Chase, Patricia Briggs, Rachel Caine, Chloe Neill, James Patterson, JD Nixon, JL Bryan, H.P. Malory, and so many more!
2. When and where do you usually get the most reading done? I usually read at night and on weekends. You can usually find me on the couch or curled up in bed.
3. What is your favorite Genre of books to read? anything romance
4. Do your family & friends share in your love of books? I have many friends who share my love of reading, most I have met because of reading
5. Do you have someone special you share your books with? I was sharing with a special someone but she has two toddlers and she can't find the time to read
6. If you were a character (supernatural or otherwise) in a book what would you be & what name would you go by? (Possibly one of my books?) If I were a character in a book I want to be in a paranormal romance maybe. So I can have an alpha male chase me. I always loved the name Athena.
7. If you could meet any person past or present whom would it be & why? Answer left blank…lol
8. What do you enjoy doing for fun? For fun, besides reading I love going to Universal studios Orlando. I like the pool in the summer but just to sit next to the pool and read.
9. What age did you lose your virginity?
10. Rapid Fire Questions: Favorite Social Media to Use? Fb
11. Favorite Part of a person’s body? Ass, arms, dimples
12. Favorite Hair Color? Brunettes
13. Favorite Eye Color? Hazel
14. Favorite Position?
15. Favorite Place to Get it On?
16. Favorite Food? Pizza, beef jerky
17. Favorite Panties to Wear? Cheeks with lace
18. Favorite place to visit? North Carolina
19. Favorite Coffee, Tea, or Other? Red bull, frappacino
20. Favorite Person to Hang With? Too many I'm gonna forget someone, Jaime lillo, Tracey pinto, Marcia Heasta. I'm known for cursing too much. I love to dance, I love dc comic converse. I'm addicted to having my hair done at the salon.
Chapter 1Dr. Green
“Dr. Green! Dr. Green!”
“What!? Can’t you see I am busy!?” I said begrudgingly removing my mouth from the sweet taste of her.
“I’m so sorry to interrupt but it’s time.” My assistant nurse informed me, which also meant I would have to tend to my current work again later.
“Sorry my darling, I have to go. You are welcome to stay or come and join us. I recommend it, as it is a new day for us. The Oneida clan is growing today.” Watching her as I stood and cleaned my face with a damp cloth, I noticed her perfection. She was young and ripe of the picking. Her body still the specimen of a an easy life so far, I noticed every inch of it as she slid her white silk back down to cover herself. She would be groomed for service soon, and I knew there would be a lot of interest. Hence, my little test-drive today.
“I would love to sir.” She said with a soft almost whisper as Nurse Jones began ushering me to hurry.
“Great we will see you in the main lobby then.” I said kissing her softly on the forehead before turning to leave through the all glass wall with no door behind me. Walking into the main lobby with Nurse Jones explaining the situation as I went, reminded me of Christmas morning as a child. The excitement of all the newness in the world, the hope, the passion for life. Those moments when nothing could possibly be better. This was definitely going to be one of those moments in my life. I had been a doctor long enough to know you have to find the positives in as much as possible. If only to help make up for the terrible tragedies, you were forced to endure along the way. Such is life I guess.
“Is she prepared as I asked?”
Nurse Jones replied “exactly.”
“Excellent. I am so happy to bring some joy back to us all, and happy you get to assist. Someday this will be your job, so be sure you pay close attention and remember what you have been taught.”
“I will never forget.”
Opening the glass door to the main lobby area, I noticed the simplicity of it all. The stark smooth white surfaces coated with a nice glossy white finish. The solid glass wall looking out onto the ocean below, as if the horizon was the end of the room. This room is where we gathered, where we held each other, where we fucked and played. Our place of sanctuary was definitely the best place to spend time in the facility, no in our home. You could not help but enjoy the perfection of it all. The safety and security of it, the sheer lack of distraction from the outside world.
“How’s she doing?” I asked Nurse Jones as we approached Ms. Arizona.
“She is not quite ready yet doctor but soon. Shall I give her anything to help her along?”
“No she seems right on schedule,” I said as I placed my hand gently on her head and let her squeeze my left with the grip of ten men. “Yes you will be ready soon. Careful with that grip now, we wouldn’t want you to break this fine piece of equipment the builders worked so hard to make for us.” I said with a smile, which she returned immediately with a nod as well.
“Alright everyone gather around, and find your partners, the ceremony will begin soon.” Looking back at Nurse Jones for an assessment on her status.
“About another twenty or thirty minutes I’d say. You’re doing great Arizona.”
“Ok everyone looks like we have a little time to spend together before we get started, so who has any questions or concerns about today? I know we have all discussed this in length before and I don’t mean to beat a dead horse here but we are all family, and we shall have no secrets.”
“No secrets.” The crowd of twenty or so people replied in unison.
“We are all one, one united. Oneida!”
“Oneida!” My family replied in unison again.
“For centuries now our family has been trying to survive. Trying to grow and prosper despite society telling us, we are wrong or non-conforming to their tyranny. Well today, marks a historic day, our religion is our own faith in each other. Our family is growing for the first time in almost a decade here at home.”
I said looking at little Miss Lyla holding her mother’s silks tightly and peering out just enough to be acknowledged.
“Let this day remind us all, of the suffering and the perseverance of our ancestors. We have come a long way since those days making silverware and supporting a nation at war. We have ushered ourselves into the future. We have done it with bold and strategic planning and members of our family like yourselves. Both here at home and back in the states we are growing. Soon there will be more of us joining our family here and staying in paradise. We will welcome them with the love and compassion we all devote to each other daily. We will have peace, and we will have love and understanding. We all know knowledge is power and we have the knowledge to carry Oneida into the next century stronger and more influential than ever before. Let’s all use this time to comfort and console each other’s well-being, while loving one another.”
“Love and knowledge, one united, Oneida.” My family knew our lifestyle was the best way. They have all come so far in life, some more willing than others, but all welcomed our support once they saw what we could offer. The life we led here was so perfect it was truly paradise. Feeling a light tap on the shoulder, I turned to see Nurse Jones give me the nod “almost ready.”
“Please let’s get started.” The group was already attending to each other’s hearts with light petting, hand holding, and overall snuggling. They were ready to take it to the next level as well. Mouths began to become more fierce and touching more firm and desirable. The circle they had all formed around our patient stretched out even further as they began to remove their silks. Bodies younger and older, tall and short, all perfectly balanced began connecting in rhythm.
“Ok, Arizona are you ready to push?”
“I don’t think I can.” She said trying to fight back the pain and anguish on her face and not scream.
“Don’t worry darling, we are both here to help, you will be fine, you can do this. Just remember to breath and push when we say.” She reached out and held firm to the front of Nurse Jones silk.
“That’s it dear, you can do this, and we can all do this together.” She said placing a wet cloth to her head and holding her tight with love.
“Ok it’s time, let’s get this little guy out, go ahead and give me a hard push.”
Gritting her teeth lifting her head as she tugged hard on her nurses’ silk tearing it mostly free from her on one side. She pushed with all she had and I could feel the baby crowning. We were all exposed, only the silks were here to cover us ceremonially. Looking up at her face as it relaxed, I held her stomach firm pushing down trying to be sure the baby was correctly positioned. I also noticed the positions of the family around us. They were all enjoying the passions and in the thralls of it connecting to more and more of each other. The bodies spread in a fine display of Oneida love, the moans and groans helping to keep us all calm and feeling safe.
“You’re doing great Arizona.” Nurse Jones said not bothering to try to cover her exposed right breast as the broken silk hung from her lazily. “A couple more pushes and you will get to see him in person.”
“Ok let’s push again in three, two, one, and push.” I said feeling the babies feet move with my push on her belly the gush hitting the floor heavily and my right hand holding the head lightly as it breeched her.
“Ok great almost there, one more great push and you should have it, I need your very best on this one, and then he will be home.”
She gritted and nodded as the sweat and tears mixed streaming down her face. The sweat and fluids of the group around us mixing as well. The cries coming all of joy and pleasure, even with the pain of birth comes the joy of life. Looking through the mass of bodies intertwined I noticed someone was missing. I however could not quite put my finger on it. I was distracted by the gorgeous bodies, the regular bodies and the aging bodies all mingled together. Plus, the fact that I was holding a baby’s head steady readying it for a final push into our world.
“Alright my dear it’s time, let’s bring him home. Ready and deep breath, give me all you got, push…push..keep pushing…almost there…don’t quit! Fantastic work! You’ve done it.”
Holding up the baby boy into the world for all our family to see, he was perfect. Big and healthy. I cut the cord and wrapped him lightly.
“Bulb, Nurse Jones.” She hands me the large brown plastic bulb, “Thank you, please see to Miss Arizona.”
“Yes of course, we are going to get you fixed right up here.” She said to Arizona turning with a bit of fear on her face I could tell. The fear quickly exposed to Miss Arizona also started to look worried.
“He is going to be fine, just give me a minute.” Searching his mouth, nose, and throat for the bit of fluid I was sure was keeping his first cry from being heard by his entire family. The group around us starting to still in their passions as they all seemed to begin to cum one after another. Their attentions turning toward me as I stood still holding life in the balance. Even I started to feel the pressure of it all. I knew I had to hear that cry. I knew this entire experiment could go drastically wrong if little Isaac didn’t cry and soon.
“Come on little buddy we are all waiting to hear you join us, and carry us all into the future.” No response yet, the passions grew in a few people creating moans that were beginning to no longer cover the silence that was growing around the room.
I turned little Isaac over and pulled his silk wrap down just beyond his upper back. I supported his neck and face in my left hand and his body laid vertically up my forearm. I had one last shot at this; I lowered his head at an angle hoping the fluid would drain via gravity. The fluid did move but I could tell he was starting to lose oxygen and struggling to breathe either the left over fluid or air now. One light whack on the back and his cry came forth, the sweetest sound anyone could ever hear, the joy of life in the first breath of it all.
“Oneida, one united.”
I started the chant, and was overjoyed as I held up our son, for all to see. The ceremony was winding down around us, the passions turned to interest and a desire to hold him instead of each other.
“Oneida, one united, welcome Isaac.” The group began to finish climaxing one after another and those already completed, gathering around us. While I went to hand our newest member back to his birth mother I realized someone was indeed missing.
Then we all heard it together, the sound of the plane, low overhead, spitting and sputtering. I quickly began to realize who was missing, and why I had that uneasy feeling as I helped bring life into this world, this paradise.
Someone had chosen not to stay with us; someone had chosen a different path, than what was laid before him. Just as we all stood staring up at the ceiling picturing the sky overhead, I handed little Isaac over.
“Welcome home baby boy, I love you Isaac.” His cry continuing, as if he had making up to do.
The plane struggled. The sound of it hitting something did not last more than a second before Isaacs’s first cry of life was overshadowed and drowned out by the explosion.
“Thomas, oh no not Thomas, he wouldn’t.”
Squeezing little Isaac as tight as I could, I looked down to be sure he was real. He was, and fortunately, I was not crushing him. There was no way I was letting go of him, not now, not ever. They simply could not have him!
“Not Thomas, he wouldn’t dare.”
I could feel them wheeling me slowly but at the same time I was so numb to the world around me, it all was just white noise happening in the background. The static was easy to tune out, and my mind could only focus on two things. My baby and my Thomas.
“Get some rest now, and try and get him to eat, I will check back in with you later.” Dr. Green says as he heads out the door.
I sink hard into the soft bedding feeling it wrapping onto my skin, I long for its comfort. Nurse Jones leaves after providing a pitcher of water and a fresh wet cloth. She was a sweet woman but definitely a keeper of secrets around here. She had cleaned me up and helped me into bed without a word. She would not even look at me throughout the process. I had so many things I wanted to scream, shout and ask, but I just keep it all to myself.
Rocking gently cradling Isaac I felt all the thoughts of Thomas come into me. The bond we shared was much more than the group ever knew about. No one knows him like I do. No way would Thomas leave me here. Not with his child. Not even for all the money in the world. Besides I told him no, and he would not break a promise. Not to me.
“Try to stay hydrated and I will check back honey. Miss Arizona….I am sure he is fine.” She had said, as if she cared.
The tears started pouring before she had even shut the door on her way out. She might think he was fine, but I knew better now. The feeling of loss was overpowering the joy of holding Isaac. The struggle of pure joy and pure heartbreak playing an evil game of tug of war on my heart and soul. My soul was losing either way. The bond of motherhood growing inside of me with the grip of his tiny fingers on the end of my pinky. The shear amount of terror I felt about being here alone, without anyone accept him, could not be measured, accept maybe by that tiny grip.
The day I met Thomas, I was on my way out of this world. He saved me, not because it was his job, but because that is the man, he was. Thomas was just that, a savior, the group may have thought him a recruiter, but he saw it much differently.
“I am here to help you start a new life, one of safety and happiness, with no strings attached.” I remembered his words every single day since he told me them over two years ago. My life was changed so much that day I know now for sure that I would be dead in some alley dumpster on the strip where he found me. I was only twenty-two and had already been doing tricks for heroine for over a year at that point. My stripping jobs to pay for college took me places I should have never been, the wrong crowd, and the fall was so quick and easy to make. I was not even sure how I ended up there, but I knew there was not anyway I was coming back.
“Don’t be afraid we have a home for you, where no one will find you. I have helped others; I understand you don’t have to trust me.”
But, for some reason that day, maybe it was the sure fire overdose I knew was coming soon, or just the desire to end it one way or another, but I did trust him. The gentleness of his tone, the soft touch on the shoulder, not an ounce of threat in his body. I did trust Thomas, that day and every day since. So when he agreed he wouldn’t go ahead with his plan I knew there must be an extreme reason he would ever do otherwise. They must have forced him to do it. They must have done something so bad, so unspeakable, that he would leave without me.
“Come on, I have a plane at the airport waiting, you can be safe forever now.” He said as he put his arm around me and quickly ushered us into a cab.
“Why me?” I remember asking him that several times on the ride to the airport and as we took off feeling the flutter of nerves in my stomach. I will never forget what he told me, over and over, his answer never changed.
“You deserve it, you deserve a second chance. A chance at something better.” The smile deep and perfect against his dark olive skin was all the sign I needed. I was his, from that moment on. By the time we landed, I was jonesing bad and they took me. Detoxed me and he came every day. Brought me lunch, talked with me, never about my past, never about where I had been, never once asking about anything I had done. He always focused on the future, and more importantly that I indeed had a future now.
“Thomas, please come back to me. I am here, I will always wait for you. Meet your son, Isaac, he is beautiful and has your eyes. Thomas I know you are coming back, you have to.” The tears pouring down my face in buckets all I could do was see his face.
Every little thing Isaac did reminded me of him, I was so tired, yet sleep would not come. The comfort from Isaac the only thing keeping me sane at the moment. He was my Xanax in this moment, I couldn’t imagine anything could have ever compared to those old calming effects of the black death. This little guy holding me, breathing life back into me with each breath he took, was going to have to be my rock now.
“Just until daddy comes home, weeman, then we will be whole again.” I said softly kissing his fuzzy little forehead as I began to drift off finally letting him console me into sleep.
The last thing I remembered before the sleep took hold was hearing the one thing Thomas wanted to know about my past.
“Just one more thing,” he said before he pressed his large hard body on top of mine for the first of many amazing times.
“Anything.” I quickly had replied.
“Your real name, you can only tell me. Everyone else can call you Arizona, but I need to love all of you past, present, and future.”
He took me then and now again, in my dreams. I relived that first time again and again. Each time awaking with the sound of the plane crashing, and tears streaming down my face.
Finally, the last time I awoke to the strangest feeling ever. Someone was literally sucking life from my body. I was shocked at first that little Isaac was struggling for air. I sat up quickly holding him to me, but when I pulled him free he was quick to cry and I put him back. His cry was no joke; this kid has a set of lungs. He is going to bring them around I am sure of it. Thomas has to come back; he has to let them see our reasoning.
Our family needs time to grow, prosper, and be just us. We need to leave the group, maybe not forever, but just for a while.
“Just long enough to become whole, so we can be better at giving our all to the group. We will come back I promise.”
I remember those words, him pleading with Dr. Green. Wanting to take us away for a while. In order to have the baby in a hospital and connect as a family, without interference from the group.
“Absolutely not possible Thomas, you are part of this family, always and forever. Besides, she is too far along to fly now. Dr.’s orders.”
“We could take a boat,” he pleaded, “just a little while my friend.”
“My decision is final.”
Thomas never one to argue or fight, just said he understood and when he explained it to me, of course he left out all the bullshit. He sugar coated it and tried to protect me as always. Telling me whatever he could trying to ease my pain. That was over three months ago. Since then we discussed different ways to get off the island. Thomas was not the only pilot and there was always the supply ship.
“Geesh Isaac you are hungry,” I told him softly as nurse Jones came back telling me that was a good sign. She asked me if I needed anything, told me dinner would be soon, and left quickly. Switching him to my other side, I cradled him up onto a pillow. Laying on my side draping one arm around them both keeping him safe, and propped where he could eat and I could hopefully sleep again.
“Don’t worry, daddy will be back, he has to be. He loves us too much to be gone.”
I felt myself telling Isaac, so I could reassure myself. The sleep coming over me again, I longed for it. Almost as if the more I rested the better, my chance that one of these times when I woke, it would all be a dream and my Thomas would be here next to me again.
Drifting off into a variety of sweet scenarios where I saw him. Thomas was driving a boat, flying the plane, even riding a dirt bike on the beach, all of them ending up with him coming to our rescue. He would be back he had to be, he was now our savior after all.
“Thomas your Sara is waiting, come find us baby.”
Chapter 3Dr. Green
“I am going out Matt, I am taking James and Dennis with me, and until I return you are in charge.”
“Very good sir.”
“Tell the rest of them everything is fine Matt, and we will be back by dark. Keep them calm, and relaxed, do whatever is necessary.”
“Yes sir,” Matt responded with military like precision.
“Oh and Matt….no one goes near that baby except the nurse understood?”
“Crystal clear sir.” Matt said turning quickly and giving orders to a few others standing nearby. They moved in different directions as if they were a military group, but instead of camouflage, they were clad in all white silk robes.
Strolling out into the heat and sun was a welcomed change today. Despite the reasoning for our efforts, it felt great to be out and about. I was beginning to feel caged like the rest of the group as well. We had been forced to stay inside for all intents and purposes. Not letting them be heard or discovered was crucial to the mission. Now with the sound of that plane going down, surely we will be found out soon enough.
Monitoring the group for a while was a critical stage of our process. If we are going to survive in this world, we are going to have to continue to grow and grow with willing participants. The idea of forcing people into our lifestyle was something we never wanted to do. Although it had been done, it was only out of a direct benefit to both parties.
Hearing the roar of the waterfall from behind our home hidden in the converted bunker was always something I loved about being here.
“We are taking the boat guys, no time to waste get it ready I will meet you there shortly.”
Both men nodded and continued down the long winding staircase. Mostly hidden by the thickness of the greenery around them on the floor of the volcano side. If you flew overhead, you could never tell anyone was here. The bunker was well hidden into the side of the volcano itself. The old pirate cove where we kept the small plane and boat were only visible if you came directly into them. Knowing where it was from the ocean was crucial. Any variance at all even when you knew the location was enough to make you miss it. Which was great for all types of pirates past and present.
Stopping at about the halfway point and looking up at the beauty of it all was a fine reminder for me of what we were fighting for. If there was a fight to be had, I might need that gentle reminder to do what was necessary to protect us all. This place was our home now, and we had to do everything we could to be sure it remained. We were striving as our ancestors had so long ago, for that one utopian society.
“Oneida, one united.” Clenching my jaw and continuing downward to the cove, where I heard the faint sound of a boat engine fire.
Stepping onto the boat and feeling the shift of it side to side reminded me, of the delicate balance of power and grace we were trying to keep here.
“Ok boys this is a rescue mission remember that. We are not here to hurt anyone, but SAVE them, keep your eyes on the big picture and your intentions pure.”
Pulling out of the cove and slowly moving around the dangerous rocks jutting up on all sides. I realized I had decisions to make and the group from the other side was going to have to help me make them. Like it or not.
They may not understand us, but hopefully the fear of being stranded here for life was well set deep into their bones by now. They should feel it with every inch of their being as they tried to survive each day. Keeping up their spirits was a surprising trait we were not expecting from the group. We certainly did not expect it to last as long as it has either. Perhaps they would make it with us after all.
Of course, we may have to remove some of the more difficult components from the group. There will assuredly be no more need for bloodshed after this tragedy with Thomas. God bless his soul, he should have known better than to try to take away from our family to try to start his own. Have they not learned anything from history? Our group almost completely died out from these very same ideals. Growing this group was going to continue to take sacrifice for the greater good. I just hope our new recruits would be willing to see us for what we truly are. Their saviors and not their captors.
“Well I guess we can forget about the rescue now!”
“What the fuck are we going to do now Trik?”
“Well how the fuck should I know Gavin you ass,” I said as we stopped at the spot where the pilot had been last scene.
“Why are we stopping guys?” Todd asked catching his breath and speaking the words at the same time. “I mean there is nothing here, what are we looking for?”
“Shhh…do you hear that Gavin?” I asked with my hand held up telling him to shut up and listen.
“I hear something but no idea what it is, some kind of vehicle…maybe another dirt bike?”
“What do you think Todd where is that coming from?”
Turning his head so his left ear was facing the jungle behind us and his face angled toward the still cove of smoldering wreckage he replied, “West.” Pointing toward the direction of the sharp rocks and red beach Jannyne and I had seen while out kayaking.
“We need to get higher,” I offered and started off toward the jungle route I had taken barefoot from the jagged lava rocks not that many days ago. Although now the situation had changed, so much it felt like months ago.
“Where the fuck could Steve have gone?” Gavin asked with a huff as he was trying to keep up with Todd and me leading the way through the jungle path.
“Who knows, maybe he rescued the Pilot or something, Fucking Steve!” Todd groaned as usual his appreciation for Steve was even less than our own. I guess even though it was always in good fun, the less time you had been around Steve, the less patience you had to become accustomed to given his bullshit. That sort of explains Hether and all her resting bitch face I suppose.
“The package was gone too.” I said back toward Gavin without slowing my pace. The sound of the motor was getting closer. Once we reached the cliff with the sign, we should be able to see it and where it’s headed. “Once we get up there,” I said pointing through the jungle back toward the jagged shoreline, “I think we will see it hurry!”
“What package?” Todd said slowing down a bit to turn toward Gavin expecting an answer as we made our way to the top of the clearing. Where the rocks began to grow out toward the water in a razor sharp gleam of black torment.
“NO time! We are almost there be careful on these fucking rocks, they are sharp, ahhh and holy shit fucking hot!” I exclaimed my bare feet I thought making an actual sizzling sound as I crept slowly toward the sign and the spot where Jannyne had jumped from before. The feeling started to subside, as the sound of the boat grew nearer. I was sure it was a boat now, while loud, it was not nearly loud enough to be a small plane. Reaching the middle of the rock formation and the sign, I could see the boat round the corner of the island and come into view. Then the feeling of dread and shock hit me all at once. Todd and Gavin caught up to me as I began jumping and screaming waving my hands over my head.
“HEY!!!! Slow down!!! Over here!!! Look!!”
“What’s the matter?” Todd said before Gavin pointed toward the long wall of stoppers Jannyne and I had seen before on our kayaking trip. Jutting out from the ocean now, much more than just a barrier. They were another sign of our impending rescue and that it was again going to end in a fiery crash on the water. Then they both joined me, Todd whistling with two fingers in his mouth loud enough to bust an eardrum, and Gavin yelling as loud as I had ever seen him in my life. Finally as Gavin’s yelling began to turn into anger “stupid assholes stop!!! Can’t you see!!!” we heard a loud beeping noise coming from below us.
“What’s that fucking noise and where is it coming from?” Todd asked looking up to the sky and back and forth between Gavin and me.
“Sounds like a large truck backing up, and almost sounds like it’s coming from that little cave below us.”
“Um guys look!” Gavin said swatting at us and catching all air as he stared dumfounded at the ocean. In the direction, the boat was headed toward certain impending doom.
“Holy shit! No fucking way!” I exclaimed, as I looked squinting hard to be sure. The barrier was lowering down into the ocean as the boat began its approach. The concrete nubs disappearing completely. The boat grew smaller as it headed toward the plane wreckage and began to slow. The look of shock on all our faces stood firm as we all stared blankly. Now it was then I finally registered the three men in the boat, were all wearing white.
“Let’s go guys! Come on!” Gavin for once being the voice of reason was unusual but welcomed after what we had just seen. “We need to get back and fast!”
Running back toward the beach weaving our way through the jungle I heard the beeping stop. Looking back, I see the stones returned to their starting position. What the fuck, I thought to myself, and began picking up speed. Worried about the girls and even a little worried about Steve. The pilot and the package, I had so many thoughts swimming through my mind.
The flaming wreckage was mostly out and sunken, although still visible even from a distance. The plane may not have went down by accident. Was my next thought, I mean these guys in the boat were not far behind it. Neither the plane nor the boat, now that I thought about it were the rescuing type. Perhaps they were looking for the package and not necessarily survivors or people to rescue. Perhaps they are pirates…after all…fighting over some large “package” of narcotics. Lost on its journey headed to main island and then on to America?
But what about the message on the radio, and the guy on the dirt bike? My thoughts were starting to run in circles as we finally ran pass the spot of the original mass of fire and brimstone that had rained down upon us. Perhaps they were indeed coming to rescue the plane and they were not the same people who had spoken over the radio. Perhaps that was indeed not the rescue plane and there was still one coming? Maybe the pilot got through to someone just out at sea? They had heard his “mayday, mayday” distress signal and came to see if they could help.
“Really Trik? Now is not the time to lose it!” Gavin snapped his fingers in front of my face, and looking down I realized we had reached the dock where the boat was sitting tied up.
“There is no key in the ignition,” Todd explained, “they must have went up to the resort!”
“Well fuck me running! Let’s go!” Gavin yelled and began to take off. Finally realizing after a little way down the pier I was still staring into the boat. The robes they were wearing were white I scanned the boat aimlessly thinking in circles repeatedly.
“Dude come on!” Gavin grabbed me by the arm and yanked hard, finally snapping me back to reality. I was still not sure if we should be panicked or relieved at the site of the boat and the fact that they had gone up to the resort. Maybe they were really here to rescue us, after all.
“Sorry Gavin, I hope they are here to save us.” I said in a low tone as we started up the long staircase back to find out our destiny.
“Well I haven’t heard any screams yet,” Gavin, said without slowing or turning back toward me as I followed him. Matching him step for step, he seemed spurred on by the rescue idea and was moving quicker than I had ever seen him. “So that’s a good sign in my book,” he finished keeping pace with Todd leading the way.
“Yeah I guess so,” Todd muffled back, “but still I don’t like the fact that they got there so quick after the plane went down.”
“And the pillars in the water, they knew that was there and had some way to open it?” I asked to no one in particular.
“Maybe all the locals know and have a code or opener like a garage door type thin in their boat. I mean that would make sense if they are out there that it is passable somehow right Trik?”
“Umm…yeah I suppose.” I said gasping for air, as we all finally reached the top of the steps, winded as hell.
No sign of anyone, except the big ass chunk of plane still laying on the ground. Thankfully, it had missed the resort itself, and all of our people. Slowing to look at the plane piece, I passed Todd and Gavin, and ran inside deeply fearful but ready to fight as well.
“OH thank god!” Penny shouted.
“Ladies they made it!” Hether returned her loud cheer.
“Here we were worried about saving them,” Gavin in a soft hush said stopping at the end of the hallway.
“I am still not sure we don’t need to.” I said walking into the room cautiously.
Chapters 1,2, & 3 Warning Adult Content!! 18+ Only
Chapter 1 Mr. Jackson
“Jackson come here and look at these crazy ass white people.”
“You know they are having fun. Must be nice.”
“You do not condone such behavior do you Mr. Jackson?”
“I don’t need to condone it honey, I just work here, and they are adults, if that’s their idea of fun, who am I to say it’s wrong?”
“Hmmm…well I dunno about it.”
“Well Miss Arthur if you keep standing there staring all night I reckon you are going to know all about it. Maybe you want to know more?”
Miss Arthur a small grin on her face, closed the blinds leaving the large glass window behind the back office of the security room dark. By security, they mean that’s where the monitors are no one is ever watching. Unless of course they are hiding from a guest they are avoiding at the front desk. In hopes, they might go away and won’t require listening to their complaint. Miss Arthur had been here just over a year, yet the Randolph Hotel and Suites had been a staple in the Denver area for over fifteen years now. Once a hubbub of conventions and meetings for a variety of incoming and booming companies. Long ago, before the economy went flat with the travel destination seeing waning tourism numbers every month. The new owners have now resorted to hosting large events for anyone willing to pay and manage not to burn the place down.
“Well you are free to go ahead and leave early tonight if you’d like, nothing exciting going on around here.” I told her.
“I think I might take you up on that,” Miss Arthur said as she stared at the reservations made for the next couple of days. “Besides it looks like these crazy swingers aren’t causing any trouble this weekend. Although I would hate to clean the hot tub after they leave.”
“I know right,” I said, as she was picking up her purse and jacket and punching out, “enjoy your weekend.” I offered as I stared at her sweet young ass shimming in them tight dress pants I knew she only ever wore for work. I bet she is sexy at the club later tonight. I knew she was not my normal type, but she was classier than most of the other young college girls who worked here in the off-season. I had been managing this place at night for what seemed like decades and I had yet to have a fling with any of the staff. Yet, something about Miss Arthur’s innocence made me want to break my own rules.
Returning to the back security room, I hurried and re opened the blinds she had closed. Pulling myself up to sit on the long folding table in front of the viewing window. The large room below had a jungle motif despite not exactly tropical being in Denver. At least it was dark and no one ever looked up or noticed the office window. Besides it was one-way glass, not that anyone ever asked me that in the ten years I have been here. I had seen many a twisted thing happen over the years in that pool and hot tub and definitely out as well.
The worst part about being on the graveyard shift was the boring nights spent just trying to stay awake. Thus, if there was ever a chance to get some free entertainment, I usually took the opportunity. Of course there were the occasional traveling pot heads, who thought just because they were in Denver they could smoke weed anywhere. But even then I usually gave them a chance to get away before I called a security guard. Who were usually asleep outside in their vehicle or in the laundry room on a cot somewhere.
I watched as the couples started with their own spouses and the light petting advanced into heavy groping. The older couple was just sitting and watching on the side of the hot tub, enjoying the view of the threesome that had come in earlier in the day. I thought the women were both stunning, and he was one lucky s.o.b. until I read the names they wrote on the sign in form. All three used the same last name, and both where Mrs. which could only mean he was somehow married to the both of them. While they were both hot, even that couldn’t make me welcome marriage especially not to two women.
My bulge began to tighten in my pants, with the two young ladies spurring each other and me on. I reached over and grabbed the box full of check-in forms. I pulled out the forms for the three couples in the pool area. The wife in the hot tub Mrs. Franklin as her form said, pulled her man free from his trunks. She took him deep into her mouth, and I knew I was going to be full on hard and quick. Laying out the forms in front of me, I unfolded the other two to view the names again. The names were just a way for me to feel more as if I was down there and not stuck up here in this damn office. I guess you could say I was a voyeur, but not necessarily by choice. I would much rather be down there with the Lights or the Flethcers. I mean who doesn’t love hot people going at it, without a care in the world.
Relaxing a little more onto the table I began rubbing the swollen head of my cock through my soft polyester dress pants. The shape clearly visible as I rubbed it up and down my shaft watching them. Picturing where I would fit into the mix, as the threesome couple began to grow into a five some with the Light’s. I could tell I would need to take a break and relieve myself in the restroom soon. Just as I felt the first bit of precum begin to leak from my aching head, I heard Miss Arthur come barreling through the swing gate at the end of the counter. She was heading straight for me.
In a panic I knew I couldn’t make my hard on disappear that quick enough, despite my nervous desire to. I looked around and saw nothing, except her keys at the opposite end of the long table. I started to stand then realized that only made my hard cock bulging more obvious. I sat back down just as she entered the doorway and looked at me I put the metal file box hard on my lap. The slamming, while only hurting my dick a little, caused my pride much more damage.
“Forgot something?” I said with a smirk trying not to look out the window, and yet longing to avoid any form of eye contact.
“Yeah sorry, got all the way to the car and realized I had no keys. Besides it looks like you could use some help with that.” She said grabbing up her large mangle of key rings. They must have weighed three pounds hanging from the mass of key chains and lanyards. There appeared only a few actual keys on it at all, as she strolled over to me. I pressed the box down harder now but now my cock was already growing in the wrong direction.
“You need some help finding something?” she ground out with a hint of panting and full of innuendo.
“I…,I... couldn’t find.”
Come on think of a name! Any name!
“The Fletchers wanted to order room service.” I muttered with a definite hint of both tension and desire I could not help or hide anymore.
Leaning down placing one hand light on my leg and reaching around the box to pick up the three forms I had laid on the table. She exposed her full cleavage to me. I was instantly glad she had forgotten her keys. Returning with just her wife beater on having removed her silk blue blouse. This was the real her, the one I thought about a lot more than I cared to admit. Her dark eyes never left mine, she knew exactly what she was doing to me right now. My secret growing problem was in no way a secret anymore. Her warm caramel skin sang out to me, and my desire to grab her and fuck her sang back.
“Here it is right here.” She said handing me the Fletcher’s form, and sticking the other two back in the slot labeled Friday. Pressing down hard on the box, and staring into me before grinning and turning away. Shaking her ass extra sexy heading toward the door. Raising her giant wad of key mess high over her head the fat bulge of it, matching my own. She hollered back at me as the gate swung open “have a good night Mr. Jackson.”
The hard emphases on MR., making me wonder if she thought I was too old for her. Surely not, I mean I was maybe eight years older than her. Besides she had two kids and was still in college. Just because I did not go the college route (after my first year I knew it just wasn’t for me), she was not that much younger than me. Of course she knew I was about to rub one out! The window blinds while turned open, at least they were not pulled back to the side so she didn’t see the show that spurred my hard on to full erection.
“Mr. Jackson,” I muttered to myself with contempt, sliding the file box down toward the end of the table with a bit of force. “I got your Mr. Jackson right here Mrs. Franklin. You did order the room service special right?”
I pictured me behind her in the hot tub as she had her face buried into the young redhead Fletcher. I knew in that moment, I was going to need a way to get closer to the action. I had been through so many of these events, and never been brave enough to invite myself into the action. We have never really had this many swingers come before. Our event coordinators must have advertised heavy for this year’s event. We were going to be fuller when the weekend started tomorrow night. I had to get into the action; after all, I was not getting any younger, and sounded to me like a fine PERK of the job.
“Maybe, just maybe Miss Arthur.” I spoke soft toward my friends through the window. “Maybe you will be my key to joining this fabulous club.” I hope that my big ass cock will not hurt either. I thought as I strolled to find the universal door key and a room to relieve my throbbing cock into.
“Here we are room 327.” I said putting the key in the door and preparing to push it open when the light turned green.
“I hope this one has a balcony with a view.” Jannyne said sounding as if she had been accustomed to the finer things in life.
“Of course you do.” I muttered.
“I heard that dick face, you know I don’t actually care, but a girl can always hope.” She said pushing me hard in the back causing me lunge forward with the small, wheeled weekend bag.
“Well the moment of truth babe.” I said grasping the long white plastic stick used to open and close the giant curtains in virtually every hotel in the world it seemed like. “Drumroll please!”
“Wonk wonk wonk” Jannyne replied, as she stepped forward and looked at the view below. Before stepping back and turning away in a huff of disappointment.
“Hey at least you have this lovely view of the parking lot below, oh and look honey, the trash dumpster too.” I said with a chuckle before closing the curtain back.
“Good thing I didn’t come here for that view, but this one” she said grabbing me in a deep firm embrace.
I planted a hard kiss on her lips and just as I tried to slip her some tongue, she slapped my ass hard and pinched it. “Ahh you brat!” I belted out with the small burning sensation at the pinch site.
“You know better than to try and start something before I shower! Now go, get a move on, you know the drill, find all the vending machines and snack possibilities. Oh and bring back ice and a cold beverage. I will get done and clean in a jiffy. Go on get!” She raised both hands and ushered me away towards the door.
“Fine,” I grumbled searching for the room key I had already inevitably lost within the first thirty seconds of entering the room. Which like most people, I of course do almost every time we travel somewhere. Opening the main room door, and stepping out, I heard the bathroom door echo the sound of the hot water coming on. Then I heard her say.
“Grab me a snickers to will ya?”
“Sure, babe I’d love to…for you Jannyne anything.” I said with my best smart ass attitude. “It’s not like we are late for the party already and, I am sure you really need to shower before going in the public hot tub.”
“I heard that!” She said just as I was closing the door.
“Of course you did,” I said to the door behind me. Before turning to read the numbers and remind myself which room it was again, “327.”
Strolling down to the half point of the hallway, I found the elevators. Looking for any signs indicating which direction vending might be. I saw none. I decided instead of going down and asking the front desk, I would just explore a little. I took the stairs up to level four. I found a broken ice machine and small washer and dryer crammed into a closet sized room. Down to the 2nd floor I went.
There was a balcony going all the way around the second floor as it overlooked the large pool and spa area below. The dusty old Jurassic period plastic plants and the tired décor were still nice enough. Yet in no way did enough to make you feel anywhere tropical when it’s winter in Denver. I saw the blinds move at the end of the hall in a jolt, and could only assume the night manager was enjoying the same show I was. I stood there halfway down the hallway just watching.
Arista was straddling Gavin at the top of second step entering the pool. She was still wearing everything but, that didn’t matter. Her turquoise colored bikini pushed to the side and the top struggling to restrain her perfect c cups. Gavin leaned back and as she bucked up and down rocking just above the water level, she opened her eyes and saw me. Our eyes locked for a moment taking me away, the other folks in the hot tub disappearing and solely focusing me on her. She knew what she was doing to me, and so did my cock as it began to swell between the metal rungs of the railing. I started to forget I was heading somewhere to do something else.
Arista leaned in and said something to Gavin in his ear and her eyes never left me. Her desire was beaming to me like her eyes and mouth were a highway and I was the only exit. I felt my cock reach full erection as she pushed Gavin down onto his back. She tipped his head back and let him see me. He reached up and pushed her top up enough to expose her hard nipples just begging for attention. Shit…now they were calling out to me screaming for my mouth to please them. Her tight pussy now staying buried on Gavin’s huge thick cock . She held onto his muscular shoulder with one hand and rocked harder. My cock was begging to be set free from its constraints.
Arista took her right hand as she rocked, traced her sweet silky frame, down with it, pinching her own nipple on the way down. Her hand finding Gavin’s she retraced the path back up to her mouth with it. Their fingers woven together craving the sensual touch. Swallowing his finger now, and bucking harder, I could tell this weekend was going to be great, as she was about to cum. Her eyes never left mine as she started to lose her focus on sucking his finger. She leaned forward finally forced to break her eyes on me. When Gavin held her by the throat and she placed her hand over his no doubt encouraging him to squeeze harder. She got lost in him, and he bucked harder out of the water meeting her wetness with his own from the pool. His desire coming quick with hers, they moaned out a moment later and slow chuckle started from them. I saw the blinds close at the end of the hallway as I took off toward the front desk. At the moment it offered my only escape.
“Fuck that was hot.” I said walking down the dark hallway and rounding the bend following the sign at the end labeled Lobby.
“She knows what she does to me, no doubt about that, Jesus Arista.” I said as if talking it out would help my now slightly less swollen pants.
Reaching the front desk, I waited. No one around, I waited some more. I rang the bell despite my extreme desire not to, and still no response. Well I guess no change for me I thought. “Oh well she will have to come back later herself I guess.” As if I was talking to Jannyne in the shower, letting her know I had given it my all, well at least I had waited a few minutes.
Strolling back to round the corner and no doubt catch some more of the hot pool action. I noticed the second door just past the front desk propped open. A washcloth folded held it, usually only hotel staff knows that trick to keep doors from slamming. I figured maybe the staff had to clean up or something, I was a bit leery about opening the door any further. The gap barely more than a few inches now, so I approached slow and quiet. Just as I was about to widen the gap and stick my head in to shout “hello” I stopped myself. I saw the reflection from the outside mirror on the bathroom door. The door was open and I had the perfect angle to see the other mirror in the bathroom.
The night manager, tall dark and handsome the women would say, was obviously the one who must have been watching out the window. Who could blame him. I thought Gavin had a big dick, but this guy was stroking his cock hard over the bathroom sink. He was all of six three maybe, and his cock was as big as Gavin’s but much thicker. I stood frozen staring at him, my own cock starting to swell again. I was not sure whether to run away or offer something else, like my wife’s sweet pussy. God she would look amazing with all that cock in her I thought to myself. Feeling so hard now I could have pushed the door open with my cock alone.
His eyes closed and I saw the head starting to swell, then he squeezed harder and stroked faster. His whole body was getting into it now the force causing him to jerk at the waist. Placing one hand up onto the mirror in front of him his head tipped back and he groaned as his load began to come. I lost sight of his balls as he turned a bit toward the wall, no doubt, they were continuing to empty and swell as he continued. He was getting every drop out, starting to slow now and me starting to run for cover. I caught one last glimpse of him as he faced the mirror his eyes opened wide. His cum covered hand slid up and down stopping mid stroke.
“Fuck I whispered darting past the next two rooms and rounding the corner in a flash. I was looking for the stairwell but in a major hurry, not even stopping when I heard groans coming from the action in the hot tub. Where Hether was swallowing Steve’s cock on one side and some other young hottie was buried in a pussy while being pounded from behind. Nor did I stop when I heard Arista call out my name, “Trik wait up.” I would have to gather myself and I needed to get back to my room asap to do that!
Chapter 3 Arista
“Trik wait up.” I said watching him fly by with hardly a glance.
“Well I guess he was in a hurry.” Gavin said back to me as he helped me up off his hard cock and out of the pool.
“Yeah I guess duty calls.” I said with a soft chuckle.
“His loss baby, besides look at those young hotties, oh and there is Hether and Fucking Steve too I guess.”
“Do you wanna go introduce our selves or just watch for a bit?” I asked Gavin with a whisper as we laid back on the two plastic loungers side by side.
“Let’s just see if they give us any indication they would like us to join.” He said which was rare for him; he usually was the first one to put his cock out for the taking. Still, I guess even he realizes best not to if you do not actually know the people.
“Well he is hot, but those two younglings he has going are OMG, yummy.” I told Gavin and then laid back slightly watching as Hether looked at me with desire as she sucked Steve’s cock. She was less full of resting bitch face with a cock in her mouth. That was a bonus, and while she was sexy, it all depended on her mood. So far, I was enjoying the first trip to Denver, and the hotel was nice enough. This is what we came for though. Good friends, strong drinks, and relaxing by the pool watching hot people fuck. What could be a better weekend getaway than this? Besides work was about to get crazy busy and who knows what Gavin will be doing with all his free time. Steve had a nice normal body and normal sized cock. He was as average as they come. I mean don’t get me wrong, he has a talented tongue, but otherwise not much special about him. I would still fuck him if he was around, but not going out of my way or anything.
“Baby I think Hether wants us to join, what do you think?” I asked Gavin who I just realized was engrossed in watching the tall golden boy fucking the tiny thing from behind. While he stared into the eyes of the also young and built dark haired woman on the towel beside the hot tub. “Baby? Gavin!” I snapped my fingers in front of his face, and then he finally broke his stare.
“Sorry, yes let’s definitely join Hether and Steve…. but mostly as a gateway drug don’t you think?” He said softly in my ear as we stood and made a slow walk over. Hether was pushing Steve out of the water and up onto the side of the hot tub. He now sat exposed as she squeezed his balls hard he groaned and she licked at his head. While looking up at me as if to say please help. I was happy to, I pushed Steve down and pulled him all the way onto the cool pavement. I flung my bottoms off into the hot tub and kneeled down. Placing my already wet pussy onto Steve’s outstretched tongue. I told him “fuck my pussy Steve.”
Hether finally releasing his cock from her mouth. She pulled me by my hair and forced my head up and down onto it hard a few times. That got me completely hot, I like it that she was being forceful and his cock was easy to swallow. I reached over and pushed her own head toward my husband’s cock as he sat with his legs in the hot tub. She went quick and sprang him hard again from his trunks. God I love that he stays hard so well. I thought to myself as I sucked Steve feeling myself focusing more on what was going on around me.
Leaning back onto Steve’s thick tongue I pulled Hether’s hand over to take the place my mouth had left. While I savored a small orgasm I was going to have on his face. Realizing now how close I was now to the tall young stud. Who looked to me like a surfer guy or a basketball player, maybe fresh out of college or even still in. He was still fucking this small girl, who sounded country with her groans full of a little twang. She was gorgeous and quite small. Her pussy taking his large cock well and deep. She focused on pleasing the gymnast looking dark haired one on the towel though. I noticed Mc Surfer guy look at me, then I reached my hand over and he looked down at the gymnast and she nodded. He surrendered his hand to me. I pushed it hard to my chest, and as the gymnast started to cum, so did the petite country girl. She screamed out god Heidi yes, yes! And I was so turned on I came much harder than I was expecting. With his large hand holding me, working my nipple, as I bucked on Steve’s face.
“Fuck that was hot!” I said looking at Gavin who was now being ridden hard by Hether. She was quiet but I could tell she was engrossed in all things my husband, so I let them be. Besides I had my own distraction I wanted to get much better acquainted with. I slid down into the hot tub and said “hi, I’m Arista, and that over there is my husband Gavin. Gavin nodded and winked at us both.
“I’m Todd, he said with his young hard body and kissable mouth. “These are my wives, Heidi and Lucy.” He said Lucy telling me hi with her eyes and finally prying Heidi from between her legs she sat up on the side of the tub. Pulling Heidi to sit on the ledge below her between her legs. She placed her hands on Heidi’s small frame and began working her nipples, as I couldn’t stop staring.
“Well lucky you,” I said finally able to muster up a response. The women were so enticing, I just could not help myself, I was drawn to them. I did not care in that moment, if they were his two wives, or two random girls he picked up on his way here. Something about the combination of the two that I wanted to just get my hands on.
“He is very lucky,” Heidi said she was so sweet it was hard not to love everything about her. She just had that sweet country girl vibe written all over her. “Looks like you are too,” she said nodding over at Gavin’s cock. Which became exposed as Hether stopped riding long enough to turn around and push her ass towards it. Her pussy finding its place again Gavin reached and grabbed her hands pulling them behind her. Her face said it all as she smiled at us and at Todd’s hard cock still standing looking for a place to call home.
“Go ahead baby shove it in her mouth.” Lucy said telling us all she was the dominate one of the two gorgeous women.
Todd did not hesitate he pushed his cock in Hether’s mouth. Holding her by her hair he started a fun to watch tug of war between he and Gavin. Hether finally had to pull free from Gavin’s grasp as Todd bucked hard into her now. Fucking her mouth as she slid back and forth onto Gavin’s cock. Steve just sat watching us all, no doubt waiting for his hard on to return.
“I leaned over and squeezed between Lucy’s legs pulling myself into Heidi tight. Her tiny frame was almost weightless with the assistance of the hot tub water. I pulled her onto my lap and engrossed her into a deep embrace. Her body white and pure against mine was delicious I worked my mouth down from her cheek to her ear and neck. Down her collarbone kissing it soft leading, my way across her body. Just under her neck and above her chest, I worked my way back up the other side. I felt her body shudder with delight even in the steamy water goose bumps forming on her legs straddling me.
“Kiss her.” Lucy said leaning forward “Kiss her wherever you want.” Pushing our bodies together further, she leaned back onto the towel propping herself up on her hands behind her. Her pussy becoming exposed, her small patch of dark hair taunting me. As my mouth and tongue played a beautiful sweet game of tag with Heidi’s.
“Come here,” Lucy said pulling Heidi from me, her back now up against her pussy. She lifted her and leaned back laying them both down on the towel. Heidi lay with her back on top of Lucy’s chest. Their stomachs and their pussies stacked on top of each other just became my mission in life. I was not sure how much I wanted them until that moment. I felt the desire from some new place down inside me I had not ever felt for a woman before. They were just too right in the moment to bother trying to hide it. My face found Heidi first. My mouth gracefully working her upper thighs. Nibbling at her slender creases before my tongue sampled the first taste.
“Fuck me!" Lucy called out, growing impatient with me. I slid my hand up her thigh and placed one finger in her as my mouth reached the hood of Heidi’s throbbing clit just above. I sucked gently and pushed my finger in deep. “God yes, more.” Lucy begged out.
I noticed she was looking at me and at Gavin. No doubt probably watching Todd as well, as they fucked Hether together now. Pulling her from the tub and placing her on top of Gavin, with Todd taking her as well from behind. She was taking two cocks like a champ. Now finally Steve was working up to hard again in her mouth as he stood over Gavin. The three of them seemed to be enjoying it, but she was in obvious heaven at the moment. Getting louder and louder with each passing minute, and this seemed to excite Lucy even more. She was drowning my fingers with her wetness, while I felt Heidi growing harder and harder in my mouth. Her clit exposing itself with each thump of my tongue and hard sucking that followed. I really wanted to taste Lucy, Heidi was as sweet as honey, but something about Lucy. Maybe it was that she reminded me a bit of myself, I had to have some.
Pulling my fingers from Lucy, I placed them in Heidi and she immediately tightened. Lucy pulled up on Heidi by her chest moving her pussy up so she could rub her clit and squeeze her nipples while I fingered her hard. I kept my hand busy with Heidi while I sought my goal, Lucy. Lucy was already engrossed in pleasing Heidi, so when I took her in my mouth at first she didn’t respond much. As Heidi began to squirm under the rotating hand of Lucy on her clit I pushed my tongue inside Lucy. Sucking and using my tongue to fuck and suck at her harder and harder.
“Oh god yes!” Lucy called out, her thick thighs trying to tighten around my head as she was trying to resist climaxing. I felt Heidi also bucking with her own desire to release. I began working them back and forth fingers and mouths alternating. From one sweet delicious mound to the bare swollen lips of Heidi and back again. They were both dying to cum, and I wanted nothing more. I had forgotten about the world around me. I was lost in the vision of their entwined bodies. Perfect shapes and sizes, perfect hair, stunning faces, all matching this tasty connection we were sharing.
Finally Heidi was told “give it, give in,” Lucy ordered as she fought for words between her own resistance. Heidi obliged with my tongue inside her and my fingers in Lucy. While she rotated Heidi’s clit hard back and forth, she bucked. I felt the tension of her entire body squeezing around my tongue and that instantly drove my own wetness to the max, as it also did Lucy.
Lucy pulled up Heidi further so their mouths could connect. Then Heidi rolled over , chest to chest they lay the sight spurring me on. Lucy was mine now, I thought as I pushed her legs up and out of the water. Heidi reaching back as she sat up on her stomach and grabbed each one with each of her own arms. Locking her elbows into the knee folds of Lucy. “Hold her tight,” I said.
“Cum for us baby.” Heidi encouraged her as I went to work now pushing in three fingers deep and firm. Arching them up and pulling them forward toward me with each return motion. I sucked at her clit harder and then slid my tongue flat and widened up it before repeating again and again. Feeling her building, and finally reaching her peak when the two men Todd and Gavin must have come. Then Hether followed with her own whimper of an orgasm. She was so squeaky when she came. Lucy could not resist much longer and I knew it. Heidi was barely able to keep her legs back, and I was sure if she used her full strength both of us would fly off her.
“Fuck her!” Todd said from outside the tub, and then Lucy’s eyes opened and saw them all watching her. Sitting in a heap of their own making on the side of the hot tub.
“God yes baby give it to her good.” Gavin chimed in, and Lucy’s eyes met his and then his hard cock. She finally landed and locked on my eyes, and then she screamed through gritted teeth. My hands worked hard and fast matching the pace of my tongue and sucking mouth.
“OH GOD FUCK YES!!!!” She ground out staying tensed with her whole body, as the cheering section even seemed to tense until she finally went limp and sank into the hot tub. Tossing Heidi to the side as she came.
“Holy Fuck! That was amazing,” Lucy said with a smile for the ages. Heidi cradling her back as she met me in the middle of the tub the three of us embracing. Lucy’s mouth immediately meeting mine and not leaving for some time.
“Fucking Trik was missing out.” Gavin said finally breaking up the silence and signaling hopefully just the end of round one with these three. Especially since, I still needed to get in some Todd time too.
Traveling Can Be Fun
“Your team,” Gavin said, pointing at a heavyset man in a jester hat.
“Eww, no,” I shouted back at him as he walked away towards the bathroom in D.F.W. That one is definitely on your team!”
There seemed to be no end to the sea of freaks around us. The latest one Gavin tried to put on my team was a real gem. He was an ogre of a man, and his foul stench was thick enough that I was sure I could literally see it.
As I waited for Gavin to return from the men’s room, I leaned against the cold wall on the other side of the aisle and scanned the crowd. Just as he emerged, I happened to spot a good one for his team. As soon as his eyes met mine, I gave him a thumbs up and nodded my head to the right.
He stopped in the middle of the walkway destroying the already struggling flow of traffic. His eyes followed mine, smiling as he sought out the new “teammate” I had just given him. When they landed on the eighty year old woman in the tube-top and mini skirt that stood a few feet to his right, he laughed so hard he stumbled. He shook his head at me as he wove his way through the crowd.
“All yours, baby,” I said, as he inched his way closer.
“I surrender,” he laughed, pulling me into a hug.
It was rare for me to win this game, and while I savored in my victory, I could kick Trik and Jannyne’s ass for even teaching us the game in the first place. They had explained it over dinner, one night in Denver, and we were immediately hooked. The game was simple and, as we found out, addicting.
We added a special clause to the game, and began claiming hotties, as well. The game was so much fun, we found ourselves carrying it over into the lifestyle. Eventually, as our screening process tightened, we began sorting our prospective playmates into categories; his team, her team, and cinnamon pudding.
Cinnamon pudding was special category, and it was reserved for the blah-est of the blah. The name was actually inspired by a baffling midnight snack we had eaten together, shortly after seeing a couple to the door.
Those two had basically jumped our bones that night. It had actually been one of the few times we had played with anyone after a first meeting (I blame the Moscato). It’s not that they were unattractive, but their personalities were a little outside of our type, and overall, we were not impressed by them or their performance in the bedroom.
“I want something sweet,” Gavin said, plopping down in the kitchen.
“I have just the thing,” I said, grabbing the pudding from the fridge.
The stuff was supposed to taste like Gavin’s favorite thing in the world to eat (besides pussy, of course); cinnabon. It was essentially a five thousand calorie mini-stroke in a small plastic cup, and he dove into it with much more enthusiasm than he had in the bedroom a few minutes prior.
“Well,” I said, watching him swish the sugary substance around in his mouth.
“I dunno,” he said, looking confused. “It’s not bad.”
“Okay,” I said, dipping my finger in to have a taste.
“But it’s not exactly good, either,” he said. “It just sort of is what it is. It’s just cinnamon pudding.”
I was inclined to agree. It just tasted okay. Not good, not bad, just kind of ehh. We tossed the rest of the pudding in the trash, and headed off to bed to do things right. Afterwards, as we lay in a sweaty heap of arms and legs, finally satiated, we discussed the couple that had fallen short just hours before.
“What did you think of them,” I said, smoothing my sweaty hair away from my face.
“Ehh,” Gavin shrugged. “I dunno, they were just kind of…”
“Cinnamon pudding,” I laughed.
“Exactly,” he said kissing my forehead.
It kind of stuck.
The one good thing about Trik and Jannyne’s game was that it helped to pass the time when you were sitting around. We had always been a big fan of people watching, anyways, but Teams had taken our hobby to a whole new level.
Aside from Wal-Mart, the airport was easily the second best place to find new recruits for the ugly side of your opponent’s team. It was also the only place Gavin could find a Cinnabon and get his frosting-coated cinnamon fix, since we did not live near one anymore.
After waiting twenty minutes to get his diabetic coma in a box, we wandered off to find our gate. We finally found it, after about thirty minutes of going up and down the damn terminal.
Nothing in D.F.W. was where you thought it should be, so it was no wonder everyone hated flying here. To make matters worse, the staff were quite possibly the rudest, least helpful people on the face of the planet.
I had flown in and out of Atlanta a thousand times, so I was more than used to dealing with delays. However, unlike the Atlanta airport, D.F.W. lacked the southern charm that smoothed away your desire to strangle the person next to you.
When Gavin made his way back to our chairs after checking in, I noticed two people behind him, dragging carry-on bags.
“Holy shit,” I said, looking past him as he sidled up next to me. “Is that Jannyne and Trik?”
We had no idea their connecting flight was through Dallas, but I was so glad to see them I shoved Gavin aside, and took off toward them at a dead run.
I hadn’t realized how much I had missed them until that very moment. There was just something about these two that made them fit. Of course they were both gorgeous, but there was much more to it than that.
“Oh my god,” I giggled excitedly as I neared them.
Gavin held his arms out, and ran towards me in a dramatic imitation of a slow motion T.V. moment. He was always joking. Even if I was the only one that thought he was funny. I returned his dry humor by ducking beneath his arms, in favor of embracing Trik’s wife, instead.
“Hey Janny,” I squealed, strangling her in a hug.
“Boo,” Trik said, sticking out his bottom lip.
“Get over here, you big baby,” I laughed, latching onto Trik with my arms around his neck.
His strong arms encased me, and I found he was just as unwillingly to release me as I was him.
“To be continued,” he whispered in my ear, as he let me go and ushered us over to sit in the waiting area.
Gavin’s eyes were glued to Jannyne as we walked toward the seats near our gate. Jannyne dropped her suitcase near her feet, and sat down in the chair next to my husband. Within seconds, the flirting and touching began, and I was thrilled to see Gavin’s eyes light up. Jannyne laughed softly as his hand gently caressed her upper thigh, just below the hem of her short skirt.
“Looks like they are comfortable,” Trik whispered from behind me.
His hand slid across my lower back and ushered me into the seats across from them. Neither my spouse or his seemed daunted by our presence, so we chatted quietly while we waited for them to come out of their hormone-induced fog. It had been far too long since we had gotten together, so the tension was thick. I couldn’t wait to catch up and find out what had been going on since the last time we saw each other. Trik’s hand never left my thigh. Jannyne’s roamed freely over Gavin’s rock hard muscles.
The four of us hated being so far apart.
Since we moved a few hours away for work, it had become harder for us all to get together. Since the thing in Denver six months ago, we had only managed to have dinner with them a couple times, and had not gotten to the naked fun stuff at all.
That was unacceptable. It needed to happen more often.
We had even considered moving closer to them. After we met the polyamorous group in Denver (Todd was a hot young thing), we could definitely appreciate the benefits of a poly sort of lifestyle. We discussed it, at length, unwilling to dismiss anything that could potentially make our awesome lives even better.
Trik and Jannyne were definitely the kind of couple we could be “exclusive” with. They could live with us, and share the responsibilities, as well as the bedroom. We could even raise a family together someday…or not. Granted, it was all just fantasy, and conjecture, but who knows the future is out there waiting for us? The future is what we want it to be.
Maybe we would give the poly kids a trial run. I could find room for those sexy motherfuckers in my bed anytime! They were three of the hottest young people we had ever met. More shocking than that, however, was the fact that they were smart, funny, and had a great outlook on life. Their energy was contagious, and even Trik and Jannyne agreed that there was just something about those three (the “babies” as I like to call them).
They were just as much fun fully clothed as they were naked. I enjoyed being in the middle of a sexy Todd-Trik sandwich as I watched Jannyne and Todd’s wives fighting over every inch of my husband’s hard body. The memory sends a jolt of warmth between my legs, as I imagine the entire group ravaging my body.
This flight had better be quick, because I am more than ready to get fucked.
Judging by the way my husband is staring at Trik’s wife, I am not the only one. At this rate, I was not sure we would make it there fully clothed. Trik, for as long as I had known him anyways, had not been real big into public displays of affection.
I can be pretty persuasive when I want to be though.
“I had no idea you guys would be on this flight with us,” I said, finally breaking the sexual tension.
“Surprise,” Gavin said, smiling like an idiot.
“You knew?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why didn’t you tell me you a-hole?”
“This was way more fun,” Gavin said, ducking the bag of chex-mix I tossed at his head.
“We weren’t supposed to be, originally,” Trik said, squeezing my leg as his hand inched a bit higher. “Apparently a few flights got bumped around, so we were offered the chance to catch an earlier flight, and bam here we are.”
Trik had the slight southern drawl that made me feel very tingly in a certain place. It took all I had, not to strap a saddle on that boy and ride him every time he spoke. It didn’t help that I knew he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him, even if he was the very picture of self-control.
Thankfully, we didn’t have to wait much longer. Our plane began boarding a few minutes later. I gave my ass a little extra swing as the four of us wandered down the walk way to enter the plane. I could feel eyes on me from behind, and wanted to make sure everyone enjoyed the show.
Halfway down, Jannyne ran to catch up dragging her little bag behind her. It had a squeaky wheel, so I heard her approach and looked back to see Gavin and Trik locked in a hushed conversation. They stopped talking when they saw me looking back at them.
“Nothing to see there,” Jannyne said, trying to redirect my attention.
“What are you two talking about back there,” I asked the guys.
”Nothing,” they said in unison, laughing under their breath. Jannyne slapped my ass lightly and tugged me toward the entrance of the plane.
“Don’t you worry about them, love,” she said.
I smiled to myself, and shook my head at their antics. We all knew we were destined to be naked together, and soon.
“Maybe we can finagle it to where we could all sit together somehow,” Trik said, cupping his hand against my ass as we clustered together at the front of the plane.
“I will try my damnedest,” Gavin smiled, winking at Jannyne as he disappeared into the crowd of boarding passengers. I was so distracted my Trik’s strong hands massaging my ass, I barely noticed what was happening around me. I closed my eyes, and concentrated on the rhythm of his hands against my skin.
“Arista,” Gavin said, appearing out of nowhere less than a minute later.
He must have been trying to get my attention for a while because he rarely called me by my actual name(which was just fine with me). Even though I was never the lovey-dovey type of girl, I found that I much preferred Gavin’s pet names to my own.
“Huh? Sorry, what?” I shook the fog from my head.
“Snap out of it, babe,” he laughed, gesturing for me to follow him.
We were not able to get seats next to each other, but Gavin had managed to get us in the two seats just in front of Trik and Jannyne. Considering it was full flight, that was quite an accomplishment.
Maybe I was just in a hurry to reach our destination (and get naked), but the boarding process seemed to take forever. It seemed as if people got less intelligent once they stepped onto a plane. Suddenly, they couldn’t tell their bag was too large for the overhead. They forgot how to read and sat in someone else’s seat. They didn’t realize they had to take a piss until the plane was about to take off. It was complete chaos, but after almost thirty minutes of brain-dead moronic antics, the plane finally took off.
We chatted back and forth with Janny and Trik over our seats, nonstop for the first hour of the flight. It was obvious that we were annoying the people around us, but that did not stop us from laughing and carrying on as we caught up on the few months of our lives.
I hated flying, but between the company of friends, and the Xanax I packed in my purse, I was managing the flight just fine.
“Be right back,” I said, climbing over Gavin on my way to the lavatory.
When I returned, Jannyne asked if I would have Gavin switch seats with her so she and I could have some girl time. I agreed, as long as Gavin was fine with it. She pressed her big tits together and batted her long lashes, and he quickly nodded his agreement. No words were necessary.
“Don’t be surprised if Trik starts talking dirty to you,” she whispered with a laugh. “He is getting sleepy.”
“And?” I giggled, leaning in closer.
“See, Trik always gets horniest just before he falls asleep,” she said, sliding a free hair back behind my ear as she stared into my eyes. “I give him and hour tops before he is snoring. When that happens, Gavin will make me move back there, but I plan to ride this seat out as long as possible. Get over here and snuggle up with me, girl.”
“Works for me,” I laughed, watching as Jannyne slid her tongue out to moisten her bottom lip. “Gavin would have just talked my ear off about the stupid crap in the SkyMall catalog, or blabbered on about an article from one of his damn golf magazines, anyways.”
I leaned away from the window, and pressed my head against her shoulder. Jannyne spread a thin airline blanket across our laps, and slid her hand over to my thigh beneath it. It sat there echoing the warmth between my legs as I started to drift off to sleep.
A few minutes later, a sexy-sweet familiar southern drawl found its way to my ear from behind.
“You know what I want to do to you, baby girl,” Trik whispered, his words awakening that ache between my legs.
I peeked back at him and saw that his eyes were closed. His head rested against the closed window, atop small blanket he had rolled up to use as a pillow. I didn’t want to wake him, so I did my best to keep my seat still. With any luck, he drift back off to sleep and his pillow talk would falter.
Not that I minded hear it. Quite the opposite, actually.
“Mmm baby,” he moaned. “I wanna taste you…”
“Told you,” Jannyne giggled softly, as she snuggled farther into the blanket. “Enjoy the bed time story doll. Wake me when we land.”
I stifled a laugh, and looked between our seats at Gavin. He was asleep next to Trik, his mouth wide open. I was shocked to see he had given up and taken a nap. That man had the oddest revulsion to other people seeing him sleep.
“Yeah,” Trik said, his voice gravelly with desire, “stroke it, baby. Nice and slow.”
I pictured myself doing just that, and took another quick peek back at him to make sure that he was, in fact, asleep. I had heard of sleep walking, but sleep dirty-talk? That was awesome.
“Your ass feels so good, Arista,” he growled at me, sending heat to my core.
In a stroke of genius, I slid my cell phone from my purse, and looked around to make sure no one was watching (it was in airplane mode, but you never know with the new anti-terror stuff). Jannyne was snoring softly beside me, and Gavin behind me. I laughed maniacally to myself, clicked through the apps on my phone, and pulled up the camera.
I wedged my phone into the tight space between my seat and the window, angled it towards Trik’s face, and hit record just as he started speaking again.
“Ooh, baby,” Trik groaned softly. “Yeah, just like that.”
“What do you want me to do, baby,” I whispered in my sexiest voice, barely containing my laughter.
“Suck my hard cock, Arista,” he mumbled into his make-shift pillow, as his hand slid between his legs and cupped the bulge forming there. He bit his lip and thrust hard enough against his hand, that it jostled my seat. “Yeah, swallow it, baby. That’s right, take it all.”
Gavin rustled at Trik’s side, but thankfully he did not wake up. This was too much fun.
“Give it to me, daddy,” I whispered, guiding the dirty talk in a slightly more inappropriate direction.
He continued to thrust against his own hand, his cock straining even harder against his track pants as I spoke.
“Oooh yeah,” I moaned softly through the gap between us. I was laying it on thick, but he needed a nudge. “Give it to me daddy. Mmm…harder baby. Pound me hard. OOoh, Just like that.”
“You like that baby,” his brows knit together, and his hand started moving up and down in his lap. “Take that cock deep.”
I was momentarily distracted by the distinct outline of his thickening dick beneath the thin fabric of his pants. His cock jumped, as if it knew I was watching, beckoning me to lose my focus, but I refused to let my plan backfire. So many times I had found myself the victim of a lame prank when we got together with the crew. This time, it was my turn. I was determined to prove to everyone that a lawyer could be fun too.
“Oh, yes,” I moaned, then looked around to make sure no one was aware of what I was doing. When no eyes landed on me, I went in for the kill. “Mmm, daddy. Your dick feels so good in my tight little school-girl pussy. I want you to fill me up. Cum for me, daddy.”
“Oh god,” Trik moaned, straining in his seat as he thrust against his hand.
“Yes,” I growled, trying to ignore my own growing arousal. “Yes, baby. Right there. Give me that cum.”
“Fuck,” Trik ground out, shaking hard in his seat.
I watched as a puddle of wetness spread across the front of his pants, and chuckled to myself as I quickly pulled my phone back from between the seats. I heard him stirring behind me, so I pretended to be asleep.
“What the—,“ Trik muttered. “Damn it.”
Apparently, he was awake now, and it took everything in my power not to burst out laughing as I listened to him struggle in the seat behind me. Eventually, he gave up, slipped his thin hoodie off, and tied it around his waist. I peeked at him out of the corner of my eye as he climbed over Gavin and headed toward the bathroom. As soon as the door closed, I pulled the video back up, attached it to an outgoing message, tapped in the recipients, and saved it as a draft in my phone.
Trik returned to his seat about ten minutes later, looking frazzled, but otherwise unfazed by his asexual adventure on the plane. I pretended to wake up, as he was buckling back into his seat.
“Hey,” I said back to him.
“Hey sleeping beauty,” he smiled over the seat at me. “Hope you had pleasant dreams.”
“Back atcha,” I chuckled, gripping my phone against my chest.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have now begun our final decent into L.A.X,” the pilot chimed over the intercom.
“That didn’t take long,” Trik said.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “Time flies when you are having fun, right?”
“Sure,” Trik said, looking at me like I was crazy. “If you say so.”
As soon as the doors opened, I was on my feet, and ready to deboard. I grabbed my carry on, bolted ahead, and onto the ramp toward the terminal. I looked over my shoulder, pulling the message draft up as I went. The second my feet hit the ugly paisley carpet at LAX, I hit send, and prepared for the fireworks.
Gavin’s phone went off first, then Trik’s, and Jannyne’s.
“What’s this,” Jannyne said. “Looks like we all got it.”
“Dunno,” Gavin said, as they all stared down at their phones in the middle of the terminal seating area. “It’s a message from Arista. Babe?”
“Wait, when did you…,” Trik’s words caught in his throat as the video began to play.
“Oh my god,” Jannyne started laughing.
“That is the funniest shit I have ever seen,” Gavin roused, nudging Trik as he watched the video wide-eyed. “Oooh, daddy!”
“Holy crap babe,” Jannyne giggled. “She sent it to everyone! That video went out to the whole crew! Oh my god, that is freaking amazing!”
Trik’s eyes left his screen, and locked on mine, a mixture of desire and embarrassment.
“You did this,” Trik said, dropping his carry-on and stepping closer to me with an evil grin on his face. “I should’ve known. My dreams are never that good.”
“Surprise,” I said, feigning innocence, as his hand slid around my waist.
“Arista,” he growled against my neck, as his hand slid into my hair and pulled gently. “Know that I will get you back. Bad girls will get punished.”
“Okay,” I said, ignoring the growing wetness between my own thighs. “Daddy.”
He smacked my ass, and we all bust out laughing, for once, not at my expense. Two victories in one day? Yes please!
“I am never going to live this down am I?” Trik asked.
“Not in the next ten days, you won’t,” Gavin laughed, clapping him on the shoulder.
Gavin had always wanted to join the mile high club, but I told him was stupid cliché and I wanted no part of it. Ironically, Trik had found a way to do it all on his own. As much as everyone was laughing at him right now, I had to admit that I was currently a little bit jealous of Trik.
After all, I had been present for that naughtiness at thirty thousand feet, too, but at least Trik got to cum. I was not sure I was going to make it through the next flight without some relief.
Chapter 1Denver is no Vegas!
I sank heavily into the mattress, having just cum for what seemed like the hundredth time in the last three days. I knew we needed to go home early the next morning, and it was risky to even close my eyes. Still, I could not help but drift off into the most peaceful sleep I’d had in ages.
Despite my initial reservations, I was glad we decided to take a chance on Denver. The entire adventure had been an unexpected success, as had the new friends we had added to our little group. I smiled serenely, as I melted away from reality into dreams of the last few days’ sexual exploits. I awoke a few hours later feeling rested and refreshed, grabbed our boarding passes, and headed for a quick bite before we hit the airport.
Like most people, I had always considered Vegas to be the Original City of Sin and Sex, but Denver had proven itself worthy of a close second.
“The Crew,” as we have taken to calling ourselves, had been little more than casual acquaintances prior to that fateful long weekend. Some of us had met casually at previous lifestyle events, but as a group, Denver was the venue that had sealed our collective fate.
We had so much fun it was as if somehow, the planets had aligned that weekend, putting each of us in just the right mood to mesh together as a group almost instantly. The attraction was, for once, equal on all fronts, but even better than that, each of us thought highly of the others. If you had experience with this sort of thing, you understand how very rare it is. It was hard enough finding two people you could blend well with, let alone eight.
We had been to Vegas in years past and nothing could ever really compare to that place. The entire city could welcome our sort of people for a week-long event, and easily function as it had the other fifty one weeks of the year.
Denver, on the other hand, was never thought of as a place where members of “the lifestyle” would be welcomed. Maybe time had changed that, or perhaps it was the slip in the economy that had changed their views, but Denver had welcomed us with open arms.
We were treated like royalty from the start. Our privacy was treated with the utmost respect. Unlike our many romps in Vegas, in Denver our reason for visiting never came up in conversations, which was a nice change of pace.
While we had always enjoyed the way the Vegas events had gone, the people had a tendency to assume we were all there for the same reasons.
To be fair, vanilla tourists went to Vegas for a similar, albeit more subtle, version of the same things. As expected, the people who attended events in Vegas were always the cream of the crop, but it was not something we were expecting in Denver.
To our surprise, the people of Denver had not only been delicious to look at, but loads of fun and awesome to talk to. They seemed to get our group’s slightly twisted sense of humor, chiming right in without missing a beat. Occasionally, someone even managed to catch us off guard, which is not easy to do.
The people we met were not only locals. Some had traveled from the neighboring states as well. Who knew there were so many sexy people hiding out in the Midwest? Perhaps it had been a fluke that so many beautiful people had congregated there that weekend, or maybe we just got lucky. Either way, it had been a win-win for all of us, and we were grateful to the city of Denver for putting up with us. Sexy lifestylers from Illinois to Idaho had gathered there, and the results had been mind-blowing.
I can only imagine how much we missed out on in the beginning. We had been so awe-struck by the “scenery” it took us half a day to get our bearings and actually start mingling. Many of the other couples we ran in to seemed to have similar sentiments. They were all pleasantly surprised by the quality of the turnout, as well as the headcount at the event.
This kind of luck was not the norm at these sorts of things, especially in bigger cities. A bad event experience can leave a nasty taste in your mouth, especially when there is a distinct lack of realistic couples.
So far, in our experience as a group, we had found that things usually were not what they appeared to be on paper (or online, as the case may be). Often times the venues were less than impressive, or the people belonged to a certain crowd we just did not look forward to meeting.
The people who fell into that group were called “cinnamon pudding.” Put simply, that means mediocre or “blah.” When it came to the idea of getting naked with a CP, we could simply take it or leave it, so we certainly did not come here for them. That’s not to say that we only chose the “Ken and Barbie” type. Far from it, actually.
The people we preferred to hang out with had often been rejected at face value. Perhaps they were quirky, or just misunderstood. They might look a little different on the outside, or sound different. Maybe they have a weird tick or a laugh that others might find unbearable.
Whatever the variable, the things that had sent others running, were often the characteristics that led us to them in the first place.
As a couple, Trik and I were pretty particular when it came to choosing our playmates, but we managed to do so in a nonjudgmental way. It’s not realistic to think you could meet everyone, so we all had our own sort of screening processes, for weeding out the ones that were not worth the investment of our time. Still, it was important to step outside of our comfort zone from time to time. Otherwise you would spend your entire life with a total of like three friends right?
The crew was a varied bunch, though we were mostly similar in body types and age. There were some very drastic differences that existed between not only our ways of life, but our personalities as well. Still, it was those differences that made us all gel together well, both in and out of play.
Meeting a variety of interesting people and spending time with them in meaningful ways is what life is all about for us. Who wants to do the same things over and over again, with the same kind of people every day? Life would be so boring that way. Granted, most people live it this way, but we have chosen a different path.
With our crew by our sides and in our lives even when it is from a distance. We know when we head out the door each morning or night, that there is always another bunch of dysfunctional fucked up misfits that are just like us. We know that with them we can always be true to ourselves and allow them to do the same.
The lifestyle is not just about sex. There is much more to it than that; it is about being who you are, being and staying true to yourself and others. It is about honor, respect, love and lust. It is about enjoying life to the fullest and allowing yourself to release society’s ways.
Unlike most people, we are able to be the best version of ourselves and no one can tell us that we have to choose one or the other. All people should be allowed to live this freely and openly. They have for thousands of years in other nations. Even if our society says it is taboo, our friends accept us, and our families do not love us less.
In fact, our vanilla lives are no different than anyone else’s. We go to work, we pay our taxes. We have spouses and kids. Like anyone else, we have our issues, and we all deal with them the same way anyone else would. Marriage is already difficult, but it becomes a burden for those who try to force things to conform to a mold.
We say throw away the mold!
Or, if you are like us, smash it with a fucking hammer until it is nothing but dust! Be adventurous. Make your own path to eternal happiness, not only with your partner, but for yourself.
Be the best version of yourself, and never waiver in that. After all, your true self is the one you will most love, and if that happens to include a huge sex drive, a rocking hot body, and an unquenchable lust for life? Well, that is just icing on the cake.
The crew has a motto we live by. We’ll go places we never thought we wanted to go, and we’ll go there together.
We mean it not only with regards to literal travel, but in all aspects of our lives. We push each other as couples, as families, and as individuals. We promise to use each and every breath to become the best versions of ourselves that we can possibly be.
While we have enjoyed the fabulous versions we all have to offer now, there is always room for growth. Even the smallest things we can learn about ourselves from others can make us better. That mentality translates directly from life, to the bedroom, and back again.
If life were just about sex, we would surely spend a lot less time sitting in traffic to get to and from a job we hate. These societal trappings accomplish the exact opposite of what sex might do for us right?
To that end, I say change is not just inevitable, but necessary. I had been right about Denver, in a sense; it definitely was not Vegas, but the crew was better off because of it.
That trip had given each of us some more tools to use making ourselves better. If we could accomplish that in a three day weekend, imagine what the future may have in store for us, if we found a way to spend more time together.
We hope life works out the way we want it to, but we only have so much control over that. Sometimes life throws us a curveball, and we are forced to dive out of the way. For Trik and I, that fall led to things we didn’t even known we wanted. I would have never imagined I would melt into a puddle watching my husband go down on another woman.
I remember that first time like it was yesterday. Trik’s eyes never left mine, as he frantically lapped at her juices. I can still hear the distant echo of the soft moans that escaped her ruby red lips. I can almost feel her husband’s agile tongue as it teased at my wetness. I cum hard, grab his hair, and buck against his face just as the fucking alarm clock goes off, dragging me back to reality.
“Come on babe. Get up, slow poke. You already hit the snooze several times,” Trik said. “I am guessing by the color in your cheeks you had the Denver dream again?”
“Shut up,” I grumbled.
The dampness that had saturated my silky white thong was very apparent as I lumbered out of bed. Trik just shook his head and grinned.
“Hot,” he said, slapping my ass hard as I strolled into the shower.
With any luck, I would have a few minutes to soap up and resolve the end of my dream. Then hopefully wake up enough to make it through an important day.
Tonight was my first ever gallery showing, and even though only three of my paintings were going to be displayed, I was more than a little excited. Not only was this my big break, but a rare opportunity to see Trik all dressed up. We’d laugh, dance, and have some champagne. Afterword, if I was lucky, maybe we could relive one of our adventures in Denver.
Snootz Says...For Fucks Sake...
When your hopes & dreams are crushed.
Like when you get home and you have been thinking about the half gallon of ice cream in the freezer since you started driving through traffic for 40 minutes, and that mother fucker has three bites left in it and some asshole put that shit back in the freezer. Or you know it's been a real shitty week already and it's only Wednesday and you spend all day thinking about how you will not just savor one glass of wine but the whole bottle before you pass out letting all the bullshit of the world drift away on a river made of the sweet red nectar of the gods. Then you get home ignore the screaming children and whining spouse and go straight to the kitchen only to find that you drank all three bottles of wine you had on Monday. You turn throw the container in the trash, a frozen pizza on the stove, flip off both the spouse and children letting them know they are on their own tonight. Then retire to the jacuzzi tub for a little light reading and masterbation. Oh and fuck you too Mondays! For fucks Sake!
They say our twenties is the time in our lives when we truly discover ourselves. The problem is, J. has been an awkward twenty-five year old for nearly a century and still hasn't figured it out yet. When his 100th birthday rolls around, J. realizes that he has put so much of his life into denying his true nature, that he has somehow forgotten to live it along the way. So, J. sets out with renewed determination to finally be a part of the world he has so desperately been clinging to. But, when an attempt to be the hero and save the girl goes horribly awry, the botched attempt to save Angie’s life turns his world upside down, plunging him, his friends, and the girl of his dreams into a world none of them knew existed--A dangerous world full of ancient secrets, temptation, and blood. Instead of answers, all they find are more questions. Will J. figure out what it all means and who he really is in time to be the hero?
Could he finally get his wish for a "normal" human life, or was the monster J. had worked so hard to bury, even closer to the surface than he ever thought possible?