Thursday, July 4, 1974.
She wasn’t the woman I expected to find in the shower. After four weeks of living with Zoe, having a new “romance resource” was going to take some getting used to.
Not quite awake, running on autopilot, my brain was ready for a petite redhead with an awesome rack. When instead I encountered a tall black beauty—with an awesome rack—it all came back to me.
I had only found out the day before that, on Felicity’s orders, Zoe Campbell was rotating off and Barbara Brown was rotating on as my live-in artificial girlfriend. We had met only briefly, a few days earlier down in Joann’s office. She was insanely gorgeous, however, and I had wanted her from the moment I’d seen her.
She caught my look of surprise, the moment I opened the shower door intending to step in and join Zoe, as I had so often before.
“Expecting someone else, my love?” she asked with a giggle. “I know I’m hard to see in the dark. Maybe you just never got a good look.”
I stepped in, took her in my arms, and kissed her. “I do have a vague memory of three rounds of phenomenal intercourse with someone who looked a bit like you.”
The interracial angle was a huge turn-on. I’d never had a black girlfriend but had fantasized about and masturbated for the queens of the Blaxploitation flicks. And I’d had a big poster on my wall of the black Bond girl from Live and Let Die.
She dropped down and had an early breakfast from my pleasure pipe. Later, she made us both a more conventional morning meal. She enjoyed cooking—a Suzy Homemaker with a PhD in marine biology.
At twenty-eight, she was less than twice my age, and so, a bit young for an older woman. She hadn’t given me much of a chance to miss Zoe yet, insatiable as she was.
“I’ll let you choose the paddle, darling,” she offered kindly. I was on daily spankings in those weeks, and part of her job was to dole one out each morning. As a longtime sub, she knew the drill.
My daily seven whacks completed, she chimed with her sunny disposition: “We’ve got an hour until the picnic. A little quiet before the storm. What say we play some one-on-one in the hot tub before the invasion arrives.”
Now why hadn’t I thought of that? So, though it was hot outside and getting hotter, she and I hopped into the bubbling water and added some friction to the mix.
Eleven a.m. on the Fourth of July, it was time, and Barbara and I stepped down to the back lawn to join the festivities. Stretched across the entrance of the pergola, a banner proclaimed: “First Annual Martin Covington Honorary Cookout and Fuckfest.”
“That’s a surprise to me?” I said.
“What? That it’s named after you?”
“No, that it’s a cookout, too.”
“What’s with the ‘First Annual’? I asked her. “I thought they did this every year.”
“Don’t look at me. I wasn’t here. I didn’t start until August. But yeah, Felicity has been throwing Fourth of July picnics for years. What’s new this year is everybody is coming nude.
“Aha. That explains my name on it…” I had to laugh.
“You’re an inspiration to us all. I’m not sure about your New Year’s Eve party, however.”
“Stocking cap and mittens for everyone.”
“Creative compromise!”
“Oh, first stop: the sunscreen stand!”
“Especially for you, white boy. Scots-Irish, I’m guessing. Your hair looks quite red out here in the sunshine.”
“My skin will, too, if I’m not careful.”
The stand was staffed by a couple of interns, and they gleefully slathered my skin with sun cream. They applied extra to my cock, made sure and rubbed it in thoroughly.
“That’s probably enough, ladies,” said Barbara, pulling me away before I actually ejaculated. “Better pace yourself, darling. It’s going to be a long day.”
The fête had been set up all over the back parkland of the estate but concentrated around the swimming pool complex. Various food booths were gearing up: burgers, barbecue, tacos. My favorite was the one advertising “Hot Dongs.” These were extra long weenies on a too-short bun. Barbara insisted this was a not-so-subtle nod to my personal anatomy.
So, the cookout part was well covered. As far as the “Fuckfest” was concerned, the grounds were strewn with multiple canopied pavilions. We tested one of the mattresses, which was super comfortable, but not too soft for strenuous activity. The fine mesh covering overhead kept the hot sun off the partygoers, while the open sides afforded excellent views for spectators.
“She’s thought of everything,” I said. “Do you suppose there’s any kind of system for who fucks who? Like spin-the-bottle or something?”
“Not as far as I know. Just have fun and make new friends”
“See those cars pulling in over there,” I said pointing way over to the parking lot. “If I’m not mistaken those are Mom and Dad’s… Yep, looks like the Covington contingent has arrived.”
“So, who’s who?”
“Let’s see… There’s Mom and Dad, of course. Mom’s the one wearing… correction: taking off the red top. The young woman who’s already nude is their shared lover. Her name is Betty, and, just so you know, she’s also my ex-girlfriend.”
“Sweet!”
“The hot blonde, who is just taking off her bra… Her name is Frances. She is my father’s concubine. That’s right. Now the man standing next to her is her husband Bill. The younger man standing next to him is Bill’s boyfriend Todd.”
“The more the merrier.”
“Now, that attractive young couple, just closing the trunk: Linda is Bill and Frances’s daughter, and that’s Linda’s husband Mike.”
“What? Mike didn’t bring a boyfriend?”
I waved, and they started over our way. “Doesn’t look like it. Oh, and that last lady… that’s Betty’s mother. Her name is Brenda.”
“Okay,” she said. “So, which ones have you fucked?”
I had to laugh. “Well, all of them. The females, I mean: Betty, Betty’s mom, Frances, Linda. Not my mom, though. Only oral… so far.”
“And you’ve been at this for…”
“About a month. I’m kinda on the fast-track.”
“I’ll say.”
“Welcome, everybody,” I called out, as they came into range.
“That’s an eager-looking bunch,” Barbara muttered in my ear.
“What can I say? They all really love cookouts.”
Time for introductions: “Mom,” I said, “I’d like you to meet Barbara, my new… roommate.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Barbara. Would you like to fuck?”
And just like that they scampered off, hand in hand.
The rest of us stood there, mouths agape.
“Who was that?” asked Betty. “She’s hot!”
“My um… girlfriend… kinda…”
Betty’s mother watched as they found an available pavilion and settled in. “Is that all you have to do, just casually ask? If it’s that easy, I want to fuck you again, Martin.”
“It would be my pleasure, Brenda. Tell me, have you ever had sex in a swimming pool?”
“Why, no, I don’t believe I have; sounds fun, though.”
I might have liked to do Betty—or Frances or Linda—first, but first come, first served. Or in this case, first served first to come. I knew none of those would have the slightest problem landing a sex partner. Brenda might be another story: she might be overlooked in that crowd—and too shy to ask someone else.
Anyway, I soon satisfied her—for the moment. But I knew she’d need some help connecting.
“Say Brenda, you’ve had sex with a woman before, right?” Not that I didn’t know the answer.
“Well, no… in fact, I actually never have.”
“Then today’s your lucky day!” I said, and I looked around for available candidates. Fortunately, I spotted Kate and a couple of her fellow interns, Kym and Melissa coming along the walk.
Just the ticket! I mused, and I introduced her to them and explained the situation. I didn’t see Mrs. Payton again for the rest of the party.
The festivities were really only getting started. Felicity herself didn’t make an appearance until noon, along with her inner circle: Zoe, John and Joann Lear, Iris, and a few other central figures.
She looked amazing standing nude on the music stage as she welcomed everyone over the P.A. system, and announced various sex raffles and games people could join in.
I asked Joann if Jeri might be coming. God, I wanted to see her nude! But I figured she might be hanging out with Sylvia now that they were a thing… thanks to me.
“She’s working,” Joann told me. “A long weekend on Catalina Island.”
I saw a number of faces I recognized from my deflowering ceremony four weeks earlier, but even more faces I was sure I had never seen before.
I also saw a few minor celebrities: a fetching local news anchor, a lawyer who advertised on TV, an NFL wide receiver, and a councilwoman from a major suburb.
I was glad to see Dr. and Mrs. Raleigh arrive, about two p.m.. Not Sylvia of course, and certainly not her younger sister Estelle.
Anne and I fucked, naturally. Later, I saw the two of them doing a swap with Mom and Dad.
I did have a surprise—of sorts, but also an answer to something I’d been wondering about. I had just finished a threesome with Linda and Mike, and I was strolling past a sex pavilion. Mom, Anne, and Joann were part of a crowd watching two gentlemen passionately enjoying a sixty-nine together. One was John. The other… was Dr. Raleigh.
Anne saw me watching them, too and just smiled.
“So he is bi, Dr. Raleigh. I was wondering,” I said to her.
“Oh, he isn’t really, sweetheart,” she said. “Only with John. It’s kind of a funny story actually. You see, there was this kind of reverse key party many years ago. I’m afraid Joann and I rigged it a bit so that Duke would be paired with John.”
Joann continued: “We were just playing a joke and told him ‘Oops! How did that happen?’ We gave him a chance to choose again, of course. But Duke, man of principle that he is, insisted on playing it straight—actually the opposite of that, isn’t it? So, they just did it. And since they’ve done it once, might as well keep up the tradition.”
“So John is the only man Duke’s ever had sex with,” said Anne. “Though I have a feeling he’d make an exception for you, my dear.”
Flattering of course, but no. I should mention that during the course of the day, I was propositioned by at least a dozen men. As much as their desire for me was gratifying, I had to politely decline.
Heidi Forster was there, along with her mother Lila and her father David. Neither looked altogether at ease strolling around nude in public. He had those kid-in-a-candy-store eyes. I noticed David was not especially endowed and that Lila kept glancing down at my package.
I was just about to suggest a test drive when my mother showed up to say hello. She knew them slightly from PTA meetings and such. So, I did the polite thing:
“Mom, I believe you know David and Lila Forster, Heidi’s parents.”
“Of course, she said, shaking their hands. Nice to see you again… Would you like to fuck?”
They were both shocked, but the answer was oh, hell, yes! It’s fun to have a mother everyone on the planet wants to fuck.
So, they located a nearby pavilion for a relaxed threesome. Heidi and I went next door for a duet of our own, though I had plans to nail Lila, next chance I got.
Late in the afternoon, I was taking a break, recharging my equipment and taking stock of the inventory. My jaw dropped at the sight of a stunning and statuesque blonde. That is, her blue eyes and fair eyebrows told me she was a blonde; otherwise, she was entirely bald, both her head and her lap.
My cock, according to Joann, always pointed in the right direction. And so, I “followed my nose” and casually approached her.
“Hello,” I said. “I take it you’ve only just arrived.”
“About fifteen minutes ago,” she replied. “Why?”
“If you had been here, no way I wouldn’t have noticed you. My name is Martin, by the way.”
“Oh, I know who you are, Martin.” She leered at my erection with a sly smile. “You’re exactly as described. Wow! May I?”
“Please.”
“My name is Honey,” she said, running two fingers along my grateful shaft. “Honey Anderson. And Felicity told me you were a very pretty boy. Do you do your own makeup?”
“I do, though I’m never sure I’ve quite got it right.”
“Oh, I think you’ve got it down, believe me. Felicity wanted me to come, she told me, most especially to meet you…”
“Really?”
“…and to see ‘it.’” She pointed down below my waist. “Unfortunately, I had other commitments earlier…”
She paused for a moment. “That’s actually not true… Thing is I don’t do all that well with large crowds. I’m a bit shy.”
“You look perfectly at ease in the nude,” I said. “And… you’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.”
“Thank you. I love being nude. And I love being beautiful. I just do better around smaller gatherings.”
“An introvert? Like me.”
“And yet you obviously love being nude, too.”
“An introverted exhibitionist. Sounds like we both are.”
“Speaking of which, Martin, is there somewhere more private we can go to become better acquainted?”
“As in a good, long chat? Or roll-in-the-hay acquainted?”
She looked down at my long, thick, stiff, hungry cock, again.
“I’d say shoot first and ask questions later.”
I pointed up at my balcony. “That’s my place up there. We can even watch the fireworks from there later.”
“Oh, she has you in the Ganymede Suite. I bet we can make some fireworks of our own. Sorry, that was a bit corny.”
“Rhymes with horny. Let’s go!”
We hurried upstairs. She already knew the way.
“I’ve stayed in this very suite several times,” she said as we entered. “You know who Ganymede was, don’t you?”
“Who or what? One of the moons of Jupiter, There’s a photo on the wall.”
“Perhaps. But in Greek mythology he was a young man—he was a Trojan.”
“Like the condoms,” I quipped.
“Like the horse,” she said, staring admiringly at my ten-plus inches.
“He was the prettiest boy in the world. So pretty he turned Zeus gay.”
“I’m pretty sure Felicity has some ideas like that in mind for me.”
“Oh, I don’t know. From what I understand she’s grooming you for the Raleigh girl.”
“For Sylvia, yes.”
“Hmm. Well, if ever things don’t work out, you just have to wait a few years and go for Estelle. She’s going to be breathtaking.”
“You know the Raleighs well, I take it.”
“Oh, yes. Anne and I are old friends. She helped me out when I had a problem concerning my parents.”
“Parent problems…” I said, projecting sympathy.
“I’ve heard about your solution to parental relations…,” she said with a smile. “In this case, it was my parents who were in trouble. But my upbringing was pretty weird, I’d have I admit. But everyone is doing fine now. My folks are alive and well.”
“I can’t get something out of my mind,” I told her. “Something about you is so familiar! Like I’ve seen your face somewhere before. My family has been over to the Raleighs’ a lot, too. Maybe I saw you at a party or something there.”
“I’m sure you haven’t. Maybe I just have one of those faces.”
We kissed. It was passion, but a quiet, easy kind.
“So,” I asked. “Bed? Hot tub? Kitchen table?”
“Bed. Definitely”
We slid between the sheets, and I ran through my favorite lessons. But this woman, I decided, just needed my presence—my body and my prowess, yes—but mostly we needed to connect at a deep level.
“Are you into Tantra?” she whispered as we rolled together, intertwined”
“Some basic lessons—from Gaia.”
“Then you’ll know what to do, I’m sure. Slow and intentional. Blending our beings.”
I let intuition take over. I was able to lay aside any conscious thought of technique. That felt so good! Somehow, I think I came three times. Didn’t even know that was possible. Honey climaxed over and over and over. It was very good sex.
“By the way, I live with a woman.”
“Sure. She’s not going to be weirded out by…”
“Of course not. Not around here. I just wanted you to know in case you heard her coming in.”
“Have you been together long?” She asked me.”
“About twenty-four hours, actually. Felicity assigned her to me. Her name is Barbara.”
“Barbara Brown? The Sperm project?”
“Sperm project? I guess you could call it that…”
“I mean the submersible thing. The city beneath the sea and all that.”
“She’s a marine biologist, yeah. But I don’t know anything about a project like that.”
“I like her. She’s fucking hot! I know I said I didn’t like crowds. But three’s not a crowd.”
“I’m sure something can be arranged. Are you staying somewhere tonight?”
“In this bed. With you and Barbara.”
“Well, that got arranged quickly.”
“I have a girlfriend, too. We’ve been together for five years. But we don’t live together. You’re not going to believe this: she’s seventy-one.”
“There’s not much about you that’s not unbelievable. That’s actually pretty fucking hot.”
“Seems like we both like older women. How old is Barbara?”
Twenty-eight.”
“Same as me! Remind me…. You are…”
“Sixteen.”
“Damn! That’s young! You fuck great for a sixteen-year-old.”
“Thanks. Do you fuck a lot of sixteen-year-olds?”
“A few, yeah. Mostly girls, though. I do like to screw my girlfriend’s grandson, whenever he comes for a visit. He’s nearly eighteen now, but we started when he was sixteen, too.”
“I’m going to say you like older women and younger men.”
“That works for me.”
“Look,” I said, “it’s dark outside. I bet we’d have a perfect view of the fireworks from the hot tub.”
“Let’s go!”
It was still a bit early. The fireworks weren’t until ten. So, we enjoyed cold drinks and each other while we waited.
“You know a lot more about the Foundation and this place than I do,” I told her. “But you’re not a Foundation employee.”
“No, but I’ve had a close working relationship.”
“You said Barbara was with this ‘Project Sperm.’ That’s not your connection, I take it.”
“No, I’m involved with ORG/ASM.”
“Orgasm. Yes, I’m aware of your involvement. I seem to recall I played a part in your orgasm, too.”
“Cute! No, the division of the Cole Foundation, of course: ORG/ASM.”
“So, there’s a Project Sperm and…
