The Literotica Sex Convention Pt. 01

What started as an off-hand comment by AlexFourways in the 2024 Holiday Contest support thread and then encouraged along by Morevanila, has grown into a full-blown Literotica Author's Challenge! I'm thrilled to be able to give a little bit back to Literotica (this site was where I started my erotic fiction journey in 2023!). It's been a crazy ride!!

I've used some characters in this story (with many more to come in Part 2!), so check the afterword for links to those authors. If I have missed anyone, please let me know and I will make the changes.

Of course, I want to thank Figjamkiss for editing and proofreading my work. And AlexFourways who has been with me almost from the start of my Literotica (and beyond) travels. I cannot thank them enough. My stories would be so much less without their friendship!

This was a fun challenge... and a challenging challenge. I'm so used to just writing whatever my mind spits out that having to research and accommodate and work in different ideas was tricky for me. But I like what I came up with and I hope that you will, too!

If you'd like to begin at the very start of my journey, please click here: The First Blowjob

Enjoy!

Love, Frey

My Stories

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"Hey, Alex, we got a thing from... Literotica. com?" Freya was holding the mail in her hands, looking quizzically at the pale blue envelope on top.

"What's Literotica. com?"

Before Freya could answer her husband's question, there was the loud -- and familiar -- "thud, thud, thud, thud, thud" of Cynthia bounding down the stairs. This was followed closely by the lighter, more graceful footfalls of Katie. The door slammed open as Cynthia rushed into the first-floor apartment.

"Did you guys get an invite thingy from Literotica?" she gasped, trying to catch her breath.

Freya held the still unopened envelope up for Cynthia to see.

"What is Literotica. com?" Alex asked.

"A porn site that Cynthia likes," Katie answered. "Apparently when I'm not enough girl for her -- or when she needs a penis fix and you're not available."

Cynthia glared at her fiancee. "It's an erotic fiction site. It's not porn."

Katie rolled her eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me," Cynthia warned.

So Katie stuck her tongue out at Cynthia.

"And don't you stick that out unless you're going to use it."

Katie wrinkled her nose and rolled her eyes again.

"Hang on!" Freya interrupted the constantly ongoing lover's quarrel between the two girls, and looked at Alex. "Why... exactly... are we getting mail from a porn site?"

For no reason, except that it sounded like something that he should be feeling guilty about, Alex suddenly felt very guilty. "I don't know," he answered honestly.

Freya continued to frowningly stare at him.

"I don't know," he repeated, and immediately realized that by repeating his honest denial, he sounded even more guilty. But that didn't stop him from adding, "Honest."

"Who cares why!" Cynthia said, finally catching her breath. "You're missing the big picture, here." She flopped down onto one of the kitchen chairs and turned to Katie. "Could you make me a cup of coffee, please?"

Katie performed an exaggerated curtsy. "Of course, Your Highness."

"Frey, do you guys have any muffins or donuts or anything?" Then Cynthia turned to Katie. "And don't you mumble 'fatass' under your breath. We all know that I'm just built for comfort. Besides, I'm sexy as fuck just as I am."

"You're crude is what you are," Katie told her.

Cynthia smiled sweetly back at her. "How's that coffee coming?" Then disregarded Katie by turning her attention back to Freya. "Open it."

"But why did Alex and I get --"

"Open it!" Cynthia practically shouted.

Freya tore the envelope open and pulled out a single thick card. Cynthia peered at it from across the small table then pointed at it. "You got the same invitation!"

"Invitation to what?"

"Literotica is hosting a convention and it's invite only. And we've been invited!" Cynthia's excitement was palpable and contagious.

But Freya was still unsure. She looked at Alex and then back at Cynthia. "I don't know if I want to go to a porn convention."

"It's not porn," Cynthia reasserted. "It's erotic fiction with all of the high standards that are placed on all of the greatest literature. It's very high class writing."

"For people to masturbate to," Katie added as she placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of Cynthia and a small bowl of cut strawberries next to that.

"Fruit?" Cynthia grunted. "Really?"

"Enjoy," Katie said with another curtsy.

Frowning, Cynthia took a sip of the coffee. "At least the coffee's good," she mumbled.

"But why are we invited?" Freya asked, suspiciously eyeing her husband again.

"Because we're awesome!" Cynthia brayed.

Katie placed a bowl of cut strawberries in the center of the table, followed by some small bowls and forks for everyone else, then sat down in the fourth empty seat. "Because there are... certain stories on the site."

"Right. Erotic fiction. Cynthia explained all of that." Freya shrugged. "But what does that have to do with us?"

"Some of the stories may involve..." Katie's voice trailed off as she pursed her lips and threw an accusatory glare at Cynthia.

Both Freya and Alex looked over at Cynthia.

"Stories may involve what?" Freya asked.

Cynthia puffed her cheeks out and looked over at Rio, Freya and Alex's dog, sleeping on his bed in the corner. Without looking back at her friends, she muttered, "There are some stories that... use your names..."

Katie giggled. "Oh, it gets better."

"Better?" Freya asked, still staring at Cynthia.

With no small amount of glee, Katie urged Cynthia on. "Tell her what Story Freya looks like."

"Story Freya?" Freya asked.

"Well... she..." Cynthia stammered until Katie impatiently interrupted.

"Story Freya looks exactly like you!"

"What?" Freya asked but it was more of a statement. "Cynthia, look at me." Reluctantly, Cynthia did. In slow measured tones, Freya asked, "Cynthia, what's all of this about?"

Cynthia bit her lower lip, then admitted, "Sometimes I write little stories and I use our names... and... likenesses in some of them."

Freya blinked a few times then took a deep breath and in the same low voice that was really starting to frighten Cynthia, asked, "You wrote porn stories about me?"

"Erotic fiction. But they aren't just about you. They're about all of us."

"And that makes it better?" Freya exploded as Cynthia shrunk down into her chair. "You wrote porn stories about me and my husband?"

"And me and Katie," Cynthia offered hoping that would somehow make things a little better.

"And Rio," Katie crowed, clearly enjoying seeing Cynthia squirm.

"You wrote pornography involving my dog?" Freya shouted.

"No! No! I don't write bestiality," Cynthia stated. "My stories are cute. And totally vanilla."

Adding fuel to the fire, Katie piped up with, "Like the time that Alex accidentally stuck his wiener in your butt."

Freya's face dropped. "I told you that in confidence, Cynthia!"

"You told her that?" Alex asked.

"Oh, I tell them everything. They're my best friends." Freya dismissed him with a distracted wave of her hand, never taking her sights off of Cynthia. "So, let me get this straight. You wrote stories -- intimate stories -- about us... and made them public on a porn site?"

Cynthia opened her mouth to speak.

"And don't you dare say that it's erotic fiction again," Freya warned. "You're writing true stories about my life."

Cynthia closed her mouth and after a moment, slowly lowered her eyes and nodded.

Freya sat back in her chair. "I'm absolutely mortified," she said to the silent room.

Unable to look at her friend, Cynthia mumbled, "I'm sorry. They're just a few silly stories."

Freya sighed. "How many is a few?"

There was a pause and Freya knew that the answer was not what she wanted to hear. Quietly, Cynthia admitted, "Fiftyish."

Nodding, Freya repeated, "Fiftyish. That's lovely."

Cynthia looked up with tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Frey. It was just a fun little hobby. A couple of stories. But then... people started to respond..."

"Respond?"

"People wrote to me about how much they liked the stories. How much they liked the characters. How much they cared about us."

"But they don't even know us."

"But they do. They know us through the stories. They know about Katie. They know about you guys. They know about me. My... childhood... Well, a little bit about that."

Against her will, Freya started to sympathize with Cynthia. She knew how difficult Cynthia's childhood had been and if she had written even a small sampling about that, how difficult that must have been for her. And, of course, their shared life-long friendship started to play into Freya's softening feelings. Three girls being best friends for their entire lives is a pretty unshakable bond.

Cynthia continued. "They know about Katie coming out to me. They know that we all... fool around together."

"You mean people that know us could read these stories and... know things about us? Private things?"

"I'm sorry," Cynthia moaned. "But a bunch of the stories I totally made up. Like Katie and me going around to all the malls having sex with Santas."

Freya looked at Cynthia like she was insane. "That doesn't make it any better! People will think that really happened!"

"No. No. Readers know that those stories are made up. I call them 'Alternate Freya-verse' stories. They're not real. And I made up a story about Katie being an autistic goth girl."

"That was a fun one," Katie piped up. "In that one, Alex --" Then she stopped.

Freya turned to her. "Alex what?"

Katie suddenly looked like a brain-damaged deer in headlights. "Um... We dated."

Turning back to Cynthia, her anger rising again, Freya asked, "You wrote a story where Katie was dating my husband?"

"Well, in that universe, you hadn't even met him yet," Cynthia explained. "See, it's actually kind of clever. I have these side stories where different things happen that didn't really happen. Like Katie dated Alex. One where I dated him. I have a story where you're --" Cynthia froze for a second, and then quickly added, "With someone else."

"With who?" Freya asked. "And don't you dare lie to me. You know that I'll know."

Cynthia took a deep shuddering breath and wiped her eyes. "In that story, you're... a woman who... knows what she wants..."

"And?" Freya prompted.

"And... knows how to get it..?"

"And in this story, Cynthia, how do I 'get what I want'?"

Cynthia licked her dry lips. "With sex."

"You made me a slut?"

Alex sat up at attention when he heard this and Freya gave him a wiltingly stern look. "Go walk the dog," she ordered him. He frowned and slunk off to take Rio out.

"You made me a slut?" Freya repeated.

Cynthia nodded sadly. "But I can change the names in that story. I'll change your name to Delilah or something."

"And what is it that I use sex to get in this story?"

Barely audible, Cynthia whispered, "Money."

Freya leaned forward, halfway across the table. "So, I'm not just a slut? I'm a whore?"

Shrinking back, Cynthia said, "But hardly anyone read that story. Nobody liked it."

"You wrote a story... about me... made me out to be a whore slut? You slandered me --"

"Libel," Katie interjected. "Slander is saying something damaging."

Freya gave Katie such a look that Katie immediately decided never to speak again for the rest of her life.

Freya then looked back at Cynthia with the same incendiary fury in her eyes. "You libeled me... lied about me... and published it online for the entire world to see... and then on top of all of that, your story sucked?"

Cynthia nodded morosely.

"Please tell me that you didn't use my real last name, at least."

Cynthia's brow wrinkled.

"Cynthia." Freya fell back into the chair. "Are you kidding me?"

Sobbing, Cynthia explained, "I couldn't think of a good last name."

"Smith! Jones! Fucking Rodrig-anydamnthingonearth-ez!"

"But you're not Hispanic," Cynthia wailed.

"I know I'm not Hispanic, you fucking imbecile!"

At this, Katie decided to speak up. "Freya! She's not an imbecile! She feels terrible! She's sorry!" Then she added, "They're just fun stories."

Freya slumped in her chair. After a few long moments, she sighed. "You're right. I'm sorry. It's just that... I can't believe you wrote stories about my life."

"Well, you're the star of our lives." Although Cynthia figured a little flattery couldn't hurt, it was also the truth. They all had strengths and weaknesses, but the two girls -- and, of course, Alex -- were bound together by Freya. Everything always came back to her. In the wild amorphous blob that was their friendship, Freya was always the center. "And now, you're the star of a series of stories."

As they say, flattery will get you everywhere.

"I'm the star of the stories?" Freya asked, starting to feel less offended by Cynthia's stories.

"Well... yeah."

"What? You hesitated."

"Well, you're the star as I write them... But it seems that readers like me and Katie... a little better."

"Better than me?"

"Just a little. Maybe."

"Oh. Well, sure. Sure. That makes sense. You guys are lesbians. Guy readers would like that." Then Freya looked at Cynthia's face and knew that there was still more. "What?"

"Well, there are plenty of lesbian scenes with you in them."

Suddenly re-offended by the stories that she had never read, yet had previously found so offensive -- and then not so offensive -- Freya asked, "What don't they like about me if it isn't just the 'spank factor' of hot girls going at it then?"

Cynthia winced a little in preparation, then admitted, "I think readers just like our... banter."

"The way you guys argue all the time?"

"Yeah." Cynthia nodded carefully. "They think we're fun."

Hurt, Freya implored, "I'm fun."

"In real life you totally are," Cynthia said. "But in the stories... you don't come across quite as fun." Then she quickly added, "I mean, you're fun. You're wild. You're crazy and sexy. And readers like you. But readers like our... verbal sparring, I guess."

"On a porn -- erotic fiction -- site, readers prefer character development over sex?"

"And a plot," Cynthia added, nodding.

"Over sex?" Freya asked. "Over hot sex?"

"Mostly. Yeah."

"So, I'm the star and yet you two are the... fan favorites?"

Cynthia nodded, trying to hide her pride at Freya's statement. "But, see. This convention is perfect. You can go, meet some people, let them get to know the real you. The real fun Freya. This will be good PR for you."

"You know, you should read the stories," Katie interjected. "You'd like them. Most of them... A bunch of them... Some of them."

"I don't want to read the stories!" Freya cried. "Apparently, I've already lived them all!"

"Not the slut one," Katie remarked then immediately clamped her mouth shut.

"Yeah..." Freya sighed. "Yeah. Freya the slutty whore."

"Come on. The convention sounds fun. I bet everyone would be excited to meet the Real Freya, you know," Cynthia told her, trying to raise Freya's crushed ego.

"Maybe," Freya acquiesced. "I'll have to think about it. And talk it over with Alex."

Cynthia smiled at Freya. "I think an awful lot of people will want to meet Freya the Sex Addict."

"Ohhhh," Freya moaned. "You didn't, did you?"

Cynthia shrugged. "I can't help it. I write the truth." She then amended that statement with, "Well, unless I make stuff up. You know. Like Slutty Freya."

"I'll think about it," Freya said with a frown.

After a little bit of small talk -- nothing to do with Cynthia's sexy writing -- Freya didn't want to talk about it anymore and the other two were afraid to talk about it -- Cynthia and Katie went back upstairs. They were going to spend the day baking sourdough bread with a starter that one of Katie's aunts had recently given them.

Freya sat at the empty table, deep in thought.

Until she heard a small bark at the front door.

She got up and slowly walked towards the door, listening intently, but another bark didn't come, so she carefully opened the door to see Alex sitting on the front steps with Rio on his lap.

"You can come back in," she told Alex.

"Well, I didn't know if it was safe."

"It's safe." She held the door open wider. "We have some things to discuss."

They spent the rest of the afternoon discussing -- off and on -- Cynthia's writing and the fact that all of their personal lives -- and even some completely fabricated personal lives -- had become available to the public.

They also discussed the Literotica Convention.

Of course, Alex wanted to go. Spend a weekend surrounded by the sexiest people involved in the sexiest stories on the sexiest website on the Internet? What's not to love about that? But he was smart enough to keep his true feelings to himself and allow Freya to make the decision for them both. Besides, he had a super hot wife and over the last year, had enjoyed consensual sexual relationships with her two best friends. The horny teenage boy that had become the adult Alex Prossa could never have imagined, in his wildest fantasies, a life like the one that he was living.

Who was he to complain?

After weeks of gentle pestering, Freya finally gave the "yes" answer that Cynthia -- and Alex! -- so desperately wanted.

The four friends were going to a sex convention!

So on a lovely Friday afternoon in June, they found themselves on the sidewalk in front of the famed Grand City Hotel.

"It's beautiful," Katie exclaimed, craning her neck up, looking at the hotel's ornate exterior.

"It's so big," Freya mused, also looking up at the hotel whose top floor seemed to touch the sky.

Staring into the plate glass windows, Cynthia drooled, "And it's chock full of horndogs and horndogettes."

Intently watching a voluptuous woman wearing practically nothing attempt to navigate the revolving doors without much success, Alex just mindlessly nodded and mumbled, "Yeah."

"Stop staring at that blonde bimbo," Freya admonished him with a sharp poke to his bicep. "After she finally figures out that she has to push on the other side to make the door work, we'll go check in."

"Us blondes need to stick together, but this is really funny to watch, so I'm gonna give her two more minutes before I go over and show her how a revolving door works," Cynthia stated.

Twenty minutes later, they were in their rooms.

"You know, I wasn't too sure about this, but I think this may be a nice little weekend for us," Freya said as she looked around the room and then picked up the printed convention schedule that had been part of the welcome folder.

"Why don't we start the weekend right now?" Alex asked, pulling his shirt off over his head and throwing it on top of his closed suitcase.

Freya put the folder onto the table by the bed and stood up. "Hey, sexy! Come here."

And then there was a knock on the door between the two rooms.

"Why did we get adjoining rooms?" Freya mused, then loudly said, "Go away!"

The door opened anyway.

Freya looked at the disappointed Alex and asked, "We can lock that door, right?"

"Hey --" Cynthia started, then stopped and looked at Alex. "Were you guys going to fuck? Already?" The look on Alex's face told her all she needed to know. "Al, you little devil. We leave you alone for barely two minutes and you're already ready to dive into bed?"

"Can you leave us alone for about ten more minutes?" Alex asked.

"A half hour," Freya corrected him.

"Come on. Let's plan our weekend," Cynthia moaned. "You guys can screw each other at home. There are hundreds of other hotties here. This weekend is all about free love, baby!" With that, Cynthia did an awkward little full-body shimmy that she thought looked pretty sexy.

"Alex and I are absolutely not going to spend this weekend running amok and having indiscriminate willy-nilly sex with anyone that will let us."

Cynthia turned to look at Katie standing in the doorway. "See, this is exactly why the readers like us better. We only care about sex."

"You only care about sex. They like me because I'm cute and adorable," Katie replied.

"Come on, Frey! Loosen up!" Cynthia tried to cajole her friend. "Alex is into it."

Freya stared intently at Alex, her eyes beginning to smoulder, not in a sexy way but in that bad way that she sometimes had.

"No. I'm fine with just you," Alex enforced. And then added, "Honey," just for a little extra insurance.

"Well, Freya, and also me and Katie," Cynthia pointed out. Then she had an idea. "Okay. So the four of us fuck around all the time, and you're fine with that, right?"

Cynthia had her there. "Yes," Freya admitted. "But we're friends."

"Okay. Right. Exactly." Cynthia nodded. "So, what would happen if, say, I find that Alex Fourways guy? He's a friend of mine. We chat online and stuff. He's really cool. He says weird stuff like 'whilst' all the time and he adds the letter 'u' into every other word. But he's really nice."

Freya started to speak. "No. This --" But Cynthia just barreled on.

"Now, let's say that me and Katie and him fool around. Now, he's part of the... Freya's Fuck Friends."

"No! Uh-uh!" Freya furiously shook her head. "I don't want the next story you write to be about Freya's Fuck Friends. No."

"Okay. Fine. The next story I write won't be about Freya's Fuck Friends."

"Cynthia! I don't want there to be any more stories about me at all!"

Cynthia took a deep breath and in her best calming voice, said, "Okay. Try to stay focused, Freya. We're just talking about this weekend. Not the future of my erotic fiction empire."

"Erotic fiction empire?" Freya screeched.

"Focus," Cynthia softly said.

Fuming, Freya's eyes shot daggers at Cynthia.

"Now, imagine that Alex Fourways is in bed with us and you decide to wander through the adjoining door --"

Freya crossed her arms angrily across her chest.

Cynthia continued. "And you see us having fun. You start to get that sex addict itch that you have and before you know it, you're in bed with us. Then your Alex happens to pop in and --"

"Uh-uh," Alex stated emphatically as he pulled his shirt back on. "I'm not getting into bed with another guy."

"So, you're fine with lesbianism, but two guys in bed crosses the line for you?" Cynthia asked.

"Yes." Alex nodded. "Absolutely. I'm not getting into bed with another guy."

"You're not getting into bed with anybody!" Freya scolded him.

"Except for the three of us," Cynthia pointed out again. "Or any combination thereof." She smiled at Freya. "Or individually. Unsupervised. Or taking Katie out on a sexy date, and then fucking her. Just the two of them. Romantic-like."

Freya was seeing the hypocrisy that Cynthia was pointing out. "But it's still different," she insisted.

"Okay. Fine." Cynthia held her hands up in surrender -- although she was far from done with talking Freya into fooling around with other people. "Let's take a look at the convention schedule."

Glad that the topic of her sex life had been dropped -- or so she thought -- Freya said, "Fine. Here's the schedule."

Cynthia pulled a chair up to face the bed and sat down. "Read it off, Frey."

"So tonight is the informal meet and greet."

"Love it," Cynthia exclaimed, patting her knee for Katie to sit on. Katie came over to the side of the chair, but remained standing. Cynthia shrugged and leaned back, making herself comfortable.

"So the schedule for tomorrow is -- there's a list." Freya read, "How to please a woman sexually."

"Already know," Cynthia barked and slapped Katie's ass. Katie sat on the bed next to Freya and across from, and out of reach of, her fiancee.

Freya continued. "How to please a man sexually."

"Have recently learned," Cynthia said, looking at Alex and waggling her eyebrows.

"The psychology of desire."

"Who needs psychology when you have all this," Cynthia shook her wide hips as much as she could within the confines of the hotel chair and grabbed her mountainous tits with both hands.

Katie looked at her and shook her head. "Will you shut up?"

"Hey, here's something that might interest Cynthia," Freya said. "Erotic literature in the age of porn and AI. That sounds interesting."

"Oh! I hate AI. It's just plagiarism software. It will never replace the heart of a great writer."

"And you're a great writer?" Freya asked.

"I'm a good writer," Cynthia replied.

Freya continued. "Communication and Consent."

"Consent is overrated."

"BDSM for the curious."

"Not curious."

"Advanced BDSM Practices."

"Definitely not curious."

"Exploring Fetishes."

"No fetishes."

Katie looked at Cynthia. "Cucumber Carl in your butt isn't a fetish?"

"Okay. One fetish."

"Me with the strap-on?" Katie asked.

"That's your fetish, sweetie."

"It's our fetish," Katie replied. "But having it in your butt is entirely your fetish."

Cynthia sighed. "Two."

"Stuffing yourself with French food -- or any food, for that matter?"

"It's not a fetish," Cynthia protested. "I just enjoy food."

"Perhaps a little too much," Katie said, reaching over and pinching one of Cynthia's little love handles.

"I've been losing weight," Cynthia pointed out.

"Reluctantly."

"But still losing weight."

"Okay. Enough, you two," Freya interrupted. "So if you're not interested in any of these things, then why did we come here?"

"Sex," Cynthia said, stating what she thought was obvious.

Freya looked at her, then asked, "Sex?"

"Yeah."

"We can have sex in the comfort of our own home. And not spend hundreds of dollars a night to do so."

"No. Sex with other people."

"Sex with other people?"

"Yeah. Katie and I already agreed that we're cool with it. For this weekend." Then Cynthia looked at Freya. "You and Alex talked about it, right?"

"Talked about what?" Freya exclaimed. "Screwing around all weekend?"

Cynthia nodded emphatically. "Yeah."

"No! We didn't!"

"Then why did you come here?" Cynthia asked.

"For the convention," Freya answered. "And because you talked me into it."

"A convention full of pornographers and porn stars and just all-around porny people. The horniest people on Earth," Cynthia pointed out. "What did you think was going to happen?"

Freya shook her head in bewilderment. "So you think that you're just going to walk through the meet and greet thing tonight and start having sex with some random person?"

"Of course not!" Cynthia exclaimed in astonishment. "We're going to invite them up to our room." She paused, then added wistfully, "Do you think people will actually be screwing at the meet and greet?"

Speechless, Freya just gawked at her friend.

"Besides, not 'some random person,'" Cynthia continued. "I have certain people that I'm on the lookout for."

"You planned random hookups in advance?"

"Freya, I told you. If it's planned, then it isn't random. And besides, failing to plan is just planning to fail."

Freya put her head in her hands and closed her eyes.

"Okay," Cynthia announced. "How about we meet back here in an hour and all go down to the meet and greet? Then we'll just vibe the weekend out from there."

Without opening her eyes or lifting her head, Freya said, "Fine."

"Katie," Cynthia said, taking her fiancee's hand, "Let's get a jump on the sex thing. You can have me first." And with that, she yanked Katie through the doorway and slammed the door.

Freya immediately jumped up and engaged the deadbolt. She turned around to see Alex taking his shirt off again. "Put your shirt back on," she told him. "I bolted the door to keep those lunatics out. I'm taking a shower. Alone." She strode to the bathroom, closed the bathroom door, and Alex heard the click of the lock. He shrugged, pulled his shirt back down, and picked up the TV remote.

A little less than an hour later, all four were down in the hotel lobby.

"The Grand Ballroom is this way," Cynthia said, pointing to a small placard on a gold-colored stand. Cynthia and Katie, hand-in-hand, excitedly skipped down the hallway towards the growing murmur of the meet and greet while Freya reluctantly trudged behind. Alex, the ever-loyal husband, willed himself to keep pace with her, but his eyes were already straining to see anything and everything that he could see up ahead in the ballroom.

"Wow!" was all that Katie could say as she and Cynthia stepped into the ballroom at the Grand City Hotel. It looked absolutely magical. From the sparkling antique chandeliers festooned with tiny twinkling lights far overhead, to the tables decked out with beautiful floral centerpieces featuring delicate flowers the same pale blue as the invitations that had been mailed to them. It was Literotica's signature color.

"It is amazing," Cynthia gasped. But she wasn't looking at the chandeliers or the tables or even the enormous buffet set up against the far wall groaning under the weight of endless, and no doubt wholly fattening, hors d'oeuvres and snacks. She was trying to take in the endless array of scantily-clad women with tits on nearly-full display. The men with tight asses and broad chests. There were women in luxurious gowns of every description, most of them hugging their every curve as they mingled and merged. Handsome men in tuxedos, Italian leather shoes, and expensive jewelry attentively conversing with one another. No, Cynthia wasn't seeing the luxurious appointments of the Grand Ballroom. She wasn't seeing the care taken with every detail. The no-expenses spared opulence. All she saw was a literally mouth-watering meat market of potential sexual conquests, ripe for the taking.

Her reverie was interrupted by Katie pulling her hand out of Cynthia's tightening grip. "Ew. Your hand is all sweaty."

"That's not the only thing that's wet," Cynthia replied, never taking her eyes off of the feast that was laid out before her.

"You're disgusting!"

Still not taking her eyes off of the sexy masses -- in fact, barely even blinking -- Cynthia hissed, "Shut up, bitch. This is my weekend."

"I think I'm starting to regret our agreement," Katie mumbled.

"Tough. No take-backsies."

"Jerk," Katie mumbled a bit louder, then turned to Freya who had just come up next to them. "Come on. Let's find some seats. I'm starved."

"I'm starved for sex," Cynthia commented as she grabbed Alex's hand. "Let's see how fast we can get me back up to the room with anyone who's man -- or woman -- enough to partake in a little of my horizontal snacks."

Katie looked back at Cynthia. "Pig."

"You can call me Wilbur if it'll get me laid!"

Katie just shook her head and walked into the meet and greet with Freya by her side.

They found a table with four empty chairs and just as they were all about to sit down, Cynthia suddenly shrieked, "Figgy!" and ran to a man chatting with a tall dark woman.

Poor Figgy didn't know what hit him when Cynthia wrapped her arms around his body and gave him such a hug that the heels of his feet left the ballroom floor. "Cynthia!" he wheezed, trying to replace some of the air that Cynthia had squeezed out of him.

She reluctantly let him go. "It's great to see you, Figgy!"

"It's always lovely to see you, too," he answered. "Are the rest of the gang here?"

"All four of us!"

"Far out!"

And then Cynthia heard a dark and dusky voice behind her ask, "Katie's here?"

Cynthia turned and saw who Figgy had been talking to. "Hello, Valentina," she cooly greeted the woman. But Valentina was already scanning the room like a black panther stalking her prey. "Yes. My fiancee, Katie, is here." Then added, "With me."

"Oh, I see her," Valentina replied, all but ignoring Cynthia, and set off towards the table that Cynthia had just left.

Cynthia grabbed Figgy's hand and pulled him behind her as she quickly followed Valentina, refusing to let her perceived rival out of her sight. And Valentina's purposeful stride showed Cynthia that she wasn't wrong to think of this woman as her rival. The fact that Valentina's perfectly sculpted ass swayed in such a seductive way in front of her, did not make Cynthia feel any better.

"Katie, I heard that you were here and just had to come over and say hello," Valentina purred. "How have you been?" She asked, extending her hand, palm down, to Katie perched on a folding chair. Katie looked at the hand unsure if she should shake it or if she should kiss the back of it like Valentina was some sort of royalty. As she reached for the long and delicate hand, still unsure, Valentina gently guided her to her feet and pulled her in for a brief hug.

With their height difference -- and the fact that Valentina was also wearing 6-inch stiletto heels -- Katie's forehead was pressed well below Valentina's perfect breasts. Katie looked up and could see the slight outline of Valentina's nipple piercings through the thin silk of the black dress and Katie's own nipples tingled.

And then she made the fatal mistake of looking up at Valentina.

Katie looked up, past the quivering breasts, silk clinging tantalizingly to them like a second skin, and saw Valentina, in all of her seductive glory, looking down at her, and the tingling that had begun in Katie's nipples quickly engulfed her entire body.

"I was hoping that I would see you here," Valentina mouthed to Katie in the barest of whispers.

Katie just blinked, swooning at the faint scent of very expensive perfume.

Cynthia, who had been fuming right behind Valentina, peered around Valentina's arm and made a fatal mistake of her own. "Why don't you two get a room?" She suggested.

Without missing a beat, as if everything -- even Cynthia's sarcastic off-hand attempt at a joke -- was all choreographed for her sole benefit, Valentina whispered to Katie, "I have a suite upstairs if you'd like to join me. We can get away from all of this chaos, relax a little, and I'll order room service."

Entranced, not knowing what she was doing or why she was doing it, Katie simply nodded.

Valentina turned her head and barely glanced at Cynthia. "Don't wait up, dear."

"Wait. What?" Cynthia blurted, suddenly realizing that this was really happening.

"We're going up to my suite," Valentina stated.

"You can't just take my girlfriend! My fiancee!"

Valentina looked down at Cynthia in disgust. "Katie is a big girl. She can make her own decisions." She then looked back down at Katie, still held in her impossibly long and slim arms. "Would you like to come upstairs with me, Katie?"

Shaken out of her daze, Katie looked at Cynthia. The love of her life. The woman who had been everything to her ever since they were little children. Katie's eyes questioned Cynthia.

And, once again, Cynthia's own hubris got the better of her. "If you want to, go ahead," she told Katie with a shrug. "We made an agreement for this weekend. It's why we're here." Cynthia did her best to smile confidently. The fact was that she did it for Katie's sake. As much as she was regretting that damnable convention weekend agreement they had made, they had made that agreement. They had discussed it, at length. In all honesty, Cynthia knew that it was she, herself, that had pushed the agreement on the reluctant Katie and Cynthia couldn't back out now just because Katie was going to be the one to benefit.

Besides, Cynthia knew how much Katie was infatuated with Valentina and had been ever since they had first seen the mysterious tattooed and pierced woman glide past them on the beach so long ago. Hell, Katie had gotten her own nipples pierced in emulation of this extraordinary creature.

In a strangely convoluted way, Cynthia's love for Katie would not allow her to stop this from happening.

Even while it was breaking her heart.

"Go! Have some fun, you crazy kids!" Cynthia turned away before anyone saw her eyes filling up.

Valentina smiled. "Let's go." And Katie was swept out of the meet and greet before she could even say hello to their friend, Figgy.

"Cynthia," Figgy started, "You should have said what was in your heart."

Through gritted teeth, Cynthia answered, "Katie does everything for me. She would have let me go." She took a deep shuddering breath. "She deserves this."

Figgy's brow furrowed with concern for his friend.

"Hey, where'd Katie go?" Freya asked as she and Alex returned with two small plates of hors d'oeuvres.

"She met a friend," Cynthia answered.

Upstairs in Valentina's hotel suite, Katie was in absolute awe. Everything was beautiful.

"What can I get you, Katie?" Valentina asked.

"Oh, nothing," Katie replied, suddenly very nervous around such elegant splendor.

"There's a wet bar..."

"Do you have any orange soda?"

Valentina looked at this young girl -- this young lady -- and smiled at her sweet innocence. "I'll order it from room service."

Just as Valentina stepped forward to reach for Katie, Katie was already turning away from her and towards the wall of windows overlooking the city. "This view is amazing," she exclaimed, completely in awe of the blanket of lights stretched out below her.

"The view comes with the penthouse," Valentina told her. "Kind of an extra bonus."

With her forehead pressed against the glass, Katie peered down as far as she could. "It's so cool."

Valentina smiled again. Katie was truly as lovely as she looked.

Deciding to let Katie enjoy the view for a few minutes, Valentina said, "Make yourself at home, Katie. I'm going to order room service. I'll be right back." And with that, she vanished into another room. Katie could hear her on the phone, but was much too enamored with her surroundings to pay any attention to what was being said.

A few minutes later, Katie heard the delicate clicks of Valentina's heels on the marble floor and turned from the window. Katie's breath caught in her throat. Valentina was standing, hands on her hips, wearing nothing but her high-heels, a rainbow of tattoos, and, in addition to her nose, lip, and ear piercings, two delicate nipple piercings, and a small silver ring barely peeking out from one of her inner labia.

Enchanted once again, Katie took it all in. The black, leather shoes only made her lithe legs look even longer. Katie had an instant flash of those slim and sinewy thighs wrapped around her head as her tongue explored any other piercings that may be hidden on, or just inside, this woman. Valentina's hips gently curved up to her taut waist, decorated with extravagant and colorful tattoo work.

Katie's gaze lingered on the breasts, so full and ripe, tattooed and pierced -- the breasts that had danced in her memory countless times -- now standing proudly in front of her. A private feast for the taking.

Valentina's neck, long and smooth. Her perfect chin. Black lipstick boldly outlining the sensual lips of a true goddess. Her nose would have been the envy of the greatest sculptors in all of history. And her dark eyes. Mysterious. Sultry. Captivating.

She was a vision of pure, unadulterated sex in the Earthly form of the perfect woman.

Just not perfect for Katie.

"I'm sorry," Katie said as she cast her eyes downward.

Bewildered, Valentina just stood there, exquisite hands on her graceful hips. "Don't you find me attractive?"

"Very much."

"Your girlfriend told you to come up here."

Katie nodded.

"So what's the problem?"

Katie shrugged.

Valentina crossed her arms over her perfect breasts. "You know, I don't need this. Anyone would kill to trade places with you."

"You're right," Katie honesty admitted. She knew that this was a woman who could -- and probably has -- destroyed marriages, ruined careers, caused countless car accidents just by the simple fact that she existed in this world of mortals. "I'm sorry." Katie started to walk across the room. Valentina noticed one of Katie's shoelaces dragging behind her worn, but no doubt comfortable sneakers.

For some reason unknown to her, this caused Valentina's heart to race.

For some reason, Valentina had been unable to get Katie out of her thoughts ever since they had met. First at the beach. Katie, so cute and innocently alluring in her simple two-piece bathing suit, a dribble of ice cream smeared across her chin, tiny freckles across her cheeks. She was just unbelievably perfect in every way. Cute, sexy, cuddly, an irresistible erotic young toy just begging to be played with -- simply and absolutely adorable.

Valentina had given Katie her number, but Katie had never called.

And then Valentina's desire for Katie had exploded when, by chance, they had met again at the gym, and despite Valentina's overt advances, Katie had refused her once more.

But this time, Valentina was unwilling to let her go. "Wait. Katie," she started.

Katie turned around and Valentina saw something in Katie's eyes. A certain look on her face. Certainly not defiance. Nor was it impudence, regret, brazenness, superiority -- all of those emotions were beneath this young lady. The look on Katie's face was pure. Almost blank, save for the quiet strength and honesty that was always there, shimmering just beneath the surface. Valentina, a woman who had never had to ask for anything in her life, began to beg. "What do I have to do to get you to stay?"

Katie took one step towards Valentina. The statuesque woman, framed by the soft light coming in through the window behind her, now suddenly looked smaller. Deflated.

In a voice, resolute and strong, Katie answered her. "You can't do anything, Valentina. I'm sorry. I just want to be with Cynthia."

"What if we bring her up here?" Valentina offered in final desperation, surprising even herself. Valentina watched Katie's face, scouring it for any glimmer of hope, but realized that she had perhaps pushed the little girl too far in her desire to get what she wanted.

And then Katie's eyes softened and one side of her mouth canted ever so slightly upwards. "If you get dressed, go downstairs and invite Cynthia up here, and if she comes back up here with you, then I'll stay. But only with Cynthia here."

Valentina couldn't believe her ears. She smiled, spun around, and hurried into the bedroom without a word.

She was back two minutes later, dressed as impeccably as she had been in the ballroom. "Here, watch TV," she told Katie, handing her the remote. "When room service comes, just let them in. I'll be right back." And with an ethereal swish of black silk, Valentina was gone.

Katie sat cross-legged in an opulent suede armchair and turned on the television. Scanning the channels, she stopped at one of her favorite cartoons and smiled. She was almost immediately lost in the crazily colorful world of "Doodle Dog."

A few minutes later, Valentina strode into the Grand Ballroom. All eyes were on her -- she was so used to it, that she didn't even notice -- but her eyes were focused on only one person in the entire room.

Cynthia.

Trying her best to be humble, Valentina stood before Cynthia and her friends. Cynthia stood up and with darkness boiling in her normally bright blue eyes, scoffed, "What?" But something in Valentina's nature had changed. Something about her stance. She seemed... almost human.

"May I speak with you for a moment?" Valentina said. "In private?"

Freya looked from Alex to Figgy and then back to Cynthia.

Defiantly, Cynthia replied, "If you must."

As the two girls walked away, Freya kept a close eye on them. "What was that all about?"

"I think Katie put her foot down," Figgy stated.

Alex looked at this man sitting next to his wife. "Hi. I'm Alex... Freya's husband. And you are...?"

Figgy stood and extended a hand. "I go by a few different names, but you can call me Figgy or Fig. I'm your wife's editor."

"My editor?" Freya asked, suddenly even more confused.

"Yeah. All those great stories."

"I think you mean Cynthia's stories," Alex corrected him.

"Nope. Freya. Gersemi." Figgy nodded assuredly. "We email back and forth a lot."

Freya looked at Alex. "She uses my name on the stories?"

"Well, she uses your maiden name..." Alex pointed out.

"That doesn't make it any better!" Freya snapped at her husband, then turned back to Figgy. "So, you've read all of the stories about me?"

"Of course," Figgy admitted. "Some of them a few times." He realized how that must have sounded and quickly added, "I mean, as an editor, you know. It's all very professional."

"Hmm," Freya huffed.

Feeling the need to excuse himself, Figgy stood back up. "I'm gonna grab a drink. Can I get you guys anything?"

Still stewing, Freya said nothing so Alex spoke up. "Ginger ale. And I'll have an iced tea."

Up in the penthouse suite, Katie didn't even hear the hotel door open, but she heard in close and looked up.

"Hey, do you think we can tear you away from 'Doodle Dog,' Katie?" Cynthia asked, glancing at the TV.

With wide eyes, Katie looked at the love of her life standing next to and happily holding hands with the wildly tattooed and pierced woman that seemed intent on delivering Katie all of her ferociously savage fantasies. Katie took a moment to admire the contrasting image of her softly rounded, brightly smiling fiancee against the chiseled snakelike siren with her dark eyes and even darker pout. Then, without a word, Katie stood up. She held her hands out to both women and smiled.

Standing in the lush penthouse suite, the three girls held hands and smiled at each other.

"Cynthia, how did Valentina get you up here?" Katie asked.

"There was no way that I was going to let you be the first one to get lucky this weekend."

"She may still be the first one, you know," Valentina pointed out, her eyes glued to Katie.

"Yeah. But I'll at least be part of it all," Cynthia said. "First or not, at that point, we're just splitting hairs."

Katie giggled. "Well, with me, there's no hair to split."

"Really?" Valentina asked, arching one eyebrow at Katie. "Well, let's head into the bedroom and get ourselves a little more comfortable." As she led her two new lovers towards the double doors leading into the bedroom, she said, "I was hoping that I would see you here at the convention, Katie. I have something that you may like. My friends and I call it 'The Jackhammer.'"

As they got into the bedroom, Katie saw what could only be 'The Jackhammer' set up on the floor by the foot of the bed. "Oh, my!" She exclaimed, eying the appliance, the focal point of which was an extremely large and realistic-looking dildo attached to a long metal rod. "I'm not sure that's for me. Maybe Cynthia should try it first?"

"Unfortunately," Valentina stated, "Cynthia and I spoke in the elevator on the way up and we have a different plan." And with that, Valentina and Cynthia grabbed poor Katie, threw her face-first onto the huge bed, and Cynthia held her down while Valentina pulled her sneakers off.

Katie had learned long ago that there was no use in struggling against Cynthia -- not that Katie really wanted to anyway -- so she just lay prone on the bed and asked, her voice slightly muffled by the Egyptian cotton comforter, "Cynthia, why is it always me?"

"Because you can't pick me up," Cynthia said.

Katie shrugged. "Fair enough."

With her sneakers off, Katie's jeans and panties quickly followed. She heard the telltale ripping sound of nylon restraints torn open and then the familiar feel of them affixed around her bare ankles.

"Okay. Cynthia, let her go," Valentina stated. Cynthia did and stood up next to the bed. Katie saw the look of mischievous mayhem on Cynthia's face and thought to herself, 'Oh, crap.'

"You're gonna love this, Katie-bear!" Cynthia told her with an evil gleam in her eyes.

"Katie, on your knees," Valentina said in a somewhat stern tone of voice that was at odds with the soft and syrupy purr that Katie had heard from her previously. Katie did as she was told. She was willing to play along. Valentina then addressed Cynthia. "Cynthia, take off the rest of her clothes, then take off your own, and then come over here and undress me."

Cynthia also did as she was told.

As she approached, Cynthia, now barefoot, had to look up to meet Valentina's cold eyes. Cynthia rarely had to look up to anyone and standing naked in front of this dark statue of a woman, Cynthia felt almost subservient. Bordering on helplessness, even. This was a feeling that she thought had been left behind many years ago in her childhood.

And she didn't want to have those feelings again.

Except...

There was something in Valentina's overall demeanor that had a reassuring effect on Cynthia. There was no menace in her eyes. No anger on her face. There was absolutely no question to who was in charge, but there was no pall of impending danger. Just a serene calmness.

And Cynthia felt safe.

"Unzip my dress, carefully slide it over my shoulders and to the floor," Valentina told her.

Cynthia did as she was told.

As she carefully slid the dress down Valentina's sleek figure, Cynthia was inches from some of the most beautiful body art she had ever seen. Every color and line only accentuated the flawlessly smooth skin and gentle curves of Valentina's erotically charged form.

When Cynthia was on her knees behind this beautiful woman, holding the delicate silk in her hands, Valentina gracefully stepped out of the dress, still in her heels, turned and told Cynthia to hang the dress in the closet and then come back to the bed.

Once again, Cynthia did as she was told.

"Thank you," Valentina curtly said when Cynthia had returned and was awaiting the next request.

Cynthia nodded obediently. It was an odd role for her to fill, but for some reason, Valentina made Cynthia feel completely comfortable as the subservient woman in this strange relationship that was developing.

Then Valentina addressed Katie. "Katie, please get up on your hands and knees."

As Katie did, her arms trembled slightly with uncertain expectation. But she knew, as always, that nothing bad would happen to her as long as Cynthia was there.

"Cynthia," Valentina said, "Give me a hand with 'The Jackhammer,' please."

The two girls lifted the contraption, sturdy base and all, and Valentina guided it onto the foot of the bed and between Katie's spread legs. Valentina adjusted the position of 'The Jackhammer' and Katie twitched when the tip of the dildo brushed against her spread pussy.

Katie heard a metallic cranking sound and then Valentina spoke. "I think this will be the best angle." With an achingly long finger, Valentina checked Katie, although she didn't have to -- at this point, Katie was already soaking wet. "Katie, now if you would slowly push your hips back," Valentina instructed as she sucked the taste of Katie off of her finger.

Katie could feel the rubber cock push against her and almost instinctively, she wriggled herself and the dildo quickly found its purchase. "Alright," Valentina said. "Katie, hold that position and I want you to tell me when you've had enough."

There was a slightly different metallic cranking sound and the dildo began to push its way into the tiny girl. "Just relax," Valentina instructed, then a moment later asked, "Are you still good?"

"Uh-huh," Katie grunted, straining to take as much as she could. She may not have been the expert that Cynthia was, but Katie was no stranger to fairly extreme insertions.

"Try to hold there for a few seconds," Valentina said, her warm hand tenderly stroking Katie's left hip. Then she asked, "Can you take any more, Katie?"

"I think so," Katie gasped.

Across Katie's back, Valentina's eyes darted to Cynthia. Cynthia shook her head slightly.

"You're doing great," Valentina said. There was a tiny click and the dildo pulled out of Katie a small amount. "Is that better?"

Katie smiled. "Yes. I can take more."

"Oh, I know, sweetie." Valentina's hand left Katie's hip while she affixed sturdy bars with soft padding against the backs of Katie's thighs. "Cynthia, strap her right leg against the bar on your side. It wraps around -- yes. Just like that. Perfect."

Valentina stood to her full height. "Are you girls ready?"

"Yes," they both answered.

"Cynthia, if you'd use the handle on your side -- I'll steady this while you get on -- and climb up onto the bed, stradling the shaft of the dildo."

Cynthia did as Valentina had instructed.

"Now, hold onto both handles and rub yourself against the shaft. Great. Right up to Katie," Valentina told her. "Perfect. How's that? Good?"

"Huh-huh," Cynthia gave a soft chuckle. "This feels great."

"Both of you hold on. I'm going to start it up." There was a moment of anticipatory silence so loud that it was deafening and then a click, a soft hum, and the dildo started pulling out of Katie's pussy, dragging her juices across Cynthia's pussy, and then changing direction and sliding back into Katie, aided by the slick mixture of their fluids.

"Ooooaaahhhh," Katie moaned while Cynthia pressed herself down and groaned just as long and loudly.

After a few in and outs, Valentina asked how they were doing.

"Fuckin' amazing," Cynthia told her. Katie just smiled, panted, and tried to push herself back even harder against the bar restraints.

Valentina nodded to herself. "Okay. Girls, enjoy the ride."

"What... about... you?" Cynthia asked between strokes from 'The Jackhammer.'

Valentina slithered onto the bed in front of Katie, stretched her outrageously long legs to either side of the two girls, and slinked her way down to just under Katie's salivating mouth. As Valentina pushed her hips upwards, Katie could almost hear the wet sound of her inner lips peeling apart. "Katie knows what to do," Valentina breathed as Katie's tongue made contact with Valentina's pierced and pouting pussy.

"I still can't believe that Cynthia used my name to write all of those stories about my life," Freya fumed as Alex opened the door to their hotel room.

Alex said nothing. He knew that when Freya got this upset, there was only one thing that would calm her down.

They both knew that there was only one thing that would calm her down.

Just inside the hotel room, Alex grabbed Freya and pushed her back against the heavy door, slamming it shut. In a frenzy of clawing hands and shedding clothes, they worked their way to the bed.

Alex tore himself away from his wildcat wife just long enough to rip the covers off of the bed. And as violently as Alex had slammed the door, Freya slammed Alex down onto the pure white sheets.

"That cunt," Freya growled as she lunged at Alex. Not wanting to waste a second of her anger, Freya spat on the palm of her hand, gave Alex's throbbing erection two perfunctory tugs, and literally jumped onto him, ramming her body down onto his rigid cock.

Alex ignored the pain of entering her while almost dry, but Freya relished in the pain.

"Yes!" She barked as his dick forced its way into her. "That fucking bitch," she snarled, her hands on Alex's shoulders, her fingernails digging into his skin. Alex's own hands clutched at the bedsheets trying to hold himself steady as Freya frantically pounded up and down on him.

In her growing fury, Freya was almost instantly drenched and had established a frenetically precarious rhythm.

"Fuck her!" She yelled at Alex's chest, her hair dragging across his rapidly dampening skin. "And fuck that whore with the tattoos."

Freya's ranting degenerated into wordless grunts and animalistic howls interspersed with colorful swears. Alex had never seen her this wild -- and he had seen her get pretty wild.

"Ungh. Ungh. Ungh." Her guttural exclamations were in perfect time with each wet smack of her enraged body against his.

Alex could feel an orgasm building, quickly tearing away from his mind's control.

"Fuck!" He finally roared, matching her shriek as they both came.

Freya bolted upright, pulling at her own hair in a mindless fury.

"That fucking whore," she muttered, as she eventually slumped back down against Alex who held her tightly in his arms. "Bitch," she mumbled as she desperately clung to the final throes of her orgasm.

"She won't steal them away," Alex whispered against her damp forehead.

"I know," Freya whispered back.

After a few minutes, Alex asked her, "Do you feel better, Frey?"

"I do."

"Are you jealous of her?"

"Not really."

"Are you still upset at Cynthia?"

"No."

As Freya slowly rolled to the side, Alex's still-erect cock slurped out of her.

"You're not angry about the stories?"

"No." She snuggled up next to her loving husband. "I'm actually kind of flattered."

"Flattered?" Alex asked, not quite understanding the sudden change in his wife's attitude.

"Yeah." Freya laughed and Alex could hear that it was full of genuine good humor. "I wasn't really that upset. It just seemed like it might be fun to have violent angry sex with you."

Alex chuckled softly. "Yeah," he sighed. "That was pretty fun."

"Hey."

"Yeah?"

Freya sat up and started to fondle Alex's dick. "Do you want to see if we can find out what room they're in?"

Alex looked up at her and grinned. "I overheard her tell Cynthia that she was staying in one of the penthouse suites on the top floor."

Freya grinned back, and started to slowly pump his cock. "You know, let's just stay here."

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Thank you so much for reading!! I hope that you enjoyed this story and that you will check out all of the other 2025 Literotica Convention stories HERE.

And please check out these authors and their stories:

Alex Fourways, thank you for the initial concept, for your Alex Fourways character, and for your "The Myths and Reality of Tantric Sex and Repeaters" seminar that I sent Cynthia and Katie to. But most of all, thank you for being my online erotic writing bestie.

Figjamkiss, thank you for the use of you, Figgy! And, of course, your friendship and guidance in all things writing and so much more!!

Morevanila, thank you for encouraging the Literotica Convention idea.

Andreas_Kreuz, thank you for writing out the convention agenda with all the details. I stink at stuff like that!

Cacatua_Galerita, thank you for the use of your sulphur-crested cockatoo (even though he didn't like Cynthia much) and for your character Jennifer. She was fun!

BryanRichardson, thank you for the nude swing class that I referenced. What a fun idea!

Emily Miller and Rollo J Tomasi, thank you for the use of your names. Both of them! And especially for being a friend.

Devinter, thank you for the use of your name and for being the very first person to reach out to me with words of encouragement. I will be forever grateful for that.

Lifestyle66, thank you for the use of Ted and Jan as the swinging couple who host the swinger's seminar.

Bassytian, thank you for the use of Tiafell, the elf. That was an interesting development for my Alex character!!

Of course, I want to thank everyone who took part in this Author's Challenge and I'm thankful for all of you who have read these stories. Thank you all so much!!

And last but by no means least, I want to thank Literotica! Without this site, I would still be dreaming or becoming a writer some day. Thank you for all that you've done for all of us!!

So, there we are. This was a fun challenge and a challenging challenge. I'm so used to just writing whatever my mind spits out that having to research and accommodate and work in different ideas was tricky for me. But I like what I came up with and I hope that you will, too!

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Thank you so much for reading!

Love, Frey

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