Writing Sex

My wife and I are both writers. I write Mystery, Horror and Scifi, while she writes Urban Fantasy and Romance. A few years ago we went to a writing conference in Memphis, Tennessee.

We arrived mid afternoon and picked up our membership lanyards. There was a schedule posted by the registration table, as well as a bulletin board with various notes pinned up. This was at a Holiday Inn, and the halls were lined with tables.

My wife immediately ran off to a panel discussion of non-human character motivations. I browsed the tables. There were authors selling their books. Vendors hawking charms and writing geegaws. Etsy type jewelry makers.

I pick up some rings for Daria and a pair of earrings for myself. I could only wear one, but the other would be a spare. They were a double crescent moon design that I knew indicated bisexuality. I stopped to put one in and continued browsing.

I found myself eventually at the table of an author's alliance of LGBTQ+ writers selling their books and doing advocacy. I stopped to speak with the current minder of the table, Jenson.

"How're things selling?" I asked inquisitively.

"About what you'd expect... Dave," he responded, reading my name tag.

"That bad, huh?" We both laughed. He was quite tall, probably 6'5". Skinny as a rail but kind of strong and wirey looking. He wore glasses with metal frames, looked like a pretty strong prescription. He was handsome in a geeky sort of way.

"Do you write?" He asked.

"I do. I haven't been widely published, though. Mostly fanzines and such." I did have some samples in my messenger bag, but I didn't want to push them on people who weren't interested.

"Don't sell yourself short. You look like you know what's what." I could tell he was looking at my earring, so I pressed on.

"Well, I know what I like." I caught his eye and stared intently for a moment.

He gave me a copy of a book, obviously small press, and made certain to brush my hand. "You should read this."

The title was 'One Night in the Witch's House' and it was by Jenson King.

I pointed to the book, "You?"

He nodded. So I pulled out a copy of The Devil's Head, a short run fanzine with one of my better stories.

He took it and I started to pay him for his book and he said, "No, even trade. See you at the pool party tonight?"

"Count on it."

I took his card from the dozen or so on the table and moved on. There was a dealer's room as well, which I made a circuit of, then ducked into a meeting room for a panel entitled Romance in Horror: Is it doomed?

About halfway through the panel Daria sat down next to me. She had in tow a striking redheaded woman with quite large breasts. I was a bit surprised but I figured she'd made a friend at her panel.

"How's it going?" She whispered.

"Pretty good, these are the guys from that conference we missed in Illinois last month." I spoke low and gave her the rings I purchased.

She put them on and mouthed "Thank you, I love them." Then pointed to the redhead and actually spoke in a whisper. "This is Roxanne, she writes transsexual detective thrillers."

I held out a hand to shake but received a hug and kiss on the cheek instead. I was very confused. Not unappreciative, but confused.

Roxanne pulled out a copy of 'The Mysterious Tome Vol. 8'. I was stunned. This little fanzine, defunct now for 10 years, had published my first mystery in this very issue. She turned right to page 16 and gestured at my story, "Death Wears a Satin Dress".

"You're him!" She whispered. "I'm a writer because of this." I was seriously taken aback. That my little story of a transsexual detective could have had an influence on anyone's life was beyond ludicrous. "It also had a big influence on my transition."

This was the first inkling that I got that this was a trans woman. Now that I knew I could pick up a few other details. I saw the Adam's Apple now. The shoulders looked a little large. But overall Roxanne was a beautiful woman. I couldn't imagine anyone would know if she didn't say anything.

"Well, thank you, I'm glad it did some good for someone. I earned $25 for it." I let out a low chuckle.

Roxanne smiled and gave me another kiss. This time on the lips. Daria didn't care, she was listening to the panelists discuss the challenges of maintaining romantic tension amid horrific murders.

The three of us settled down to listen to the rest of the discussion and then asked a few questions when they were called for. We exited together and began to roam a bit. I told Daria about Jenson and showed her the book.

"Interesting. Do you think he was coming on to you?" She said."

"I think so. He mentioned a pool party tonight. I said we'd be there."

"Oh definitely! You know how I love a hotel pool. Will you come, Roxanne?"

Roxanne looked somewhat unsure, but pleading looks from Daria and I made up her mind. She nodded and smiled.

We did some shopping and found our room, where we had dropped our luggage and bolted to the lobby. Now we changed outfits, opting for something more formal for dinner and the evening. We laid out our swimsuits for later.

Daria had chosen the more risqué of the two suits she brought. Both were one piece, but this one had some sexy cutouts that I quite loved. My shorts had sharks on them.

There was a reception for the attendees tonight, so we got a quick dinner at the neighboring restaurant. When we returned we were just in time for the reception. We hit the open bar for drinks and spotted Roxanne in a stunning evening dress. It was satin.

Daria insisted that she'd worn it for me, but I asked how could she have known I would be here? That assertion was ridiculous.

I also spotted Jenson. He wore a simple black suit with a rainbow bow tie. Not bad. He 'did not' look comfortable in it. The conference committee welcomed everyone and there were speeches and an introduction of the guests of honor.

These things tended to push a lot of hoopla, as authors generally didn't get to see a lot of it. They mostly worked in attics, basements and converted bedrooms.

We schmoozed and socialized. I met a few other people who knew my work. Several others who knew Daria's (she'd actually had a book published). Roxanne seemed to be just as well known. All in all a nice event.

We returned to our room and put on our swim suits. Daria looked fantastic. She'd had her hair done for the conference, so I knew she wouldn't be getting it wet. But her body was rocking the suit.

We met up with Roxanne in the hallway on our way to the pool. She was wearing a wrap, which I considered beach wear, so I was confused. I didn't say anything, but Daria seemed nonplussed.

When we got to the pool the party was well underway. Jenson was there. In a Speedo! I was impressed with his confidence, and then I saw why he had it. His bulge was enormous.

So much for the geeky appearance. I'm sure he could get any man or woman he wanted. He waved.

We approached and Roxanne removed her wrap and put it on a chaisse lounge. I tried not to stare, but apparently Roxanne was Pre-op. She wore an understated one piece suit, but between her thighs was a bulge almost as big as Jenson's.

Daria and I exchanged a knowing look. How had we both managed to find a con buddy with a big cock? It seemed remarkable, especially since we weren't really looking.

"Oh! Helllooo! Daria! Dave! I was hoping you'd be here!" Sarah was running up to us. She was a longtime friend of Daria's, an aspiring writer, and she had a little crush on me. She was short, blonde and portly, though not unattractive. She actually wore a revealing two piece. Not a bikini per se, but still it showed her curves openly.

"Sarah! How are you? I am so glad you're here!" Daria hugged her friend, gave her a kiss that was a little more than friendly, and brought her over to meet Roxanne. I surveyed the people at the pool. In my mind I tried to guess which ones could commit murder.

About half, I decided. I also picked out the ones I would happily fuck or be fucked by.

It was an impressive number. It included Jenson and Roxanne, of course, but also a number of the vendors, including the woman who sold me the earrings. Also several of the conference committee. I told myself no such thing was going to happen, but it was a fun fantasy.

"Big orgy?" Said Daria as she sidled up to me. She knew me so well.

"Yeaahhh. I can't help it." I knew she was making romantic pairings of the group in her mind, and imagining their stories.

She then pushed me into the pool. Only about half of the partiers were actually swimming, so any individual splash like mine was quite noticeable. Daria then slipped in carefully, keeping her hair from getting wet.

Roxanne was lounging by the pool. I swam to the side nearest her. "No swimming?", I asked.

"Dave. If this suit gets wet things will get very embarrassing." Her eyes darted to her crotch and I understood immediately.

"Well I, for one, would love to see that." I said.

She gave me a new look. She had been looking at me like, perhaps, a fangirl. Now she seemed to grasp that I had more interest in her than her writing. It was not exactly a softening of her expression, but a shift.

"Really? And what about your wife?"

"Daria would probably like to be involved, too. We're very open minded." I splashed a bit of water at her feet.

"Well maybe something like that could be arranged."

Jenson paddled up behind me. "Hi Roxanne."

"Hello Jenson," she said coolly. I realized there was some kind of bad blood.

"Oh, you know each other." I responded.

"Oh, yes. Jenson's group was ever so supportive of my first novel." Roxanne explained with clear sarcasm.

Jenson's shoulders sagged. "Not this again. Roxanne, that was not my decision. The board took a vote. I voted 'for' your book. Plus, they were less tolerant of transexuals back then."

"Oh yes, they're better now that they include the 'T' in the name!" She retorted.

"They ARE!" He then swam off.

"Wow. That was tense." I said.

"I'm sorry Dave. His group opted not to sell my first book at their events. Their president made it clear he didn't approve of me."

"That's surprising. And I understand your viewpoint. But don't you think it's time to let it go?"

"You're right, of course." She sat up and leaned toward me. I could see quite well through her cleavage down to her belly button. Those were very nice tits. The surgeon was very talented. "And I have forgiven them. I just like to make Jenson squirm. He's so cute when he does."

Now I understood. This was some sort of twisted love language. "Well maybe, if we have a private party, we should invite Jenson as well."

"Maybe we should."

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Some hours later the party had adjourned. Roxanne, Jenson and Sarah had all stumbled back to our room. Daria and I were elated by this grouping. The possibilities were endless.

Sarah and Daria were on the bed making out. I was standing and kissing Roxanne. Jenson, not to be left out, was massaging my crotch as well as Roxanne's.

Clothes were dropping in slow motion. One at a time the swim suits were being thrown to one side of the bed or the other. In a few minutes we were all naked.

Jenson was on his knees, alternately sucking me and Roxanne. I was massaging and sucking her huge fake titties. They were firmer than real breasts, but that was not necessarily bad.

Daria and Sarah had moved into a sixty-nine. What a treat to see my wife licking pussy with such zeal. It took place rarely enough that I was enraptured by the sight.

Soon enough, I dropped to my knees to service Roxanne while Jenson stood to make out with her. We gradually moved to the bed and then joined Sarah and my wife.

As it evolved, I continued to suck Roxanne's prick and Jenson started feeding her his. As I watched her suck his impressive erection, my own interest surged. I wanted to taste that cock. I began looking for a suitable way to switch things up.

Roxanne sensed my interest. She volunteered to devour my cock. This left my mouth available for Jenson. I swallowed his tool eagerly. As it went down my throat I wondered if I would be able to take it all.

I needn't have. I was fully capable. Roxanne was impressed as she saw me do it. "Damn, Dave. Nice cocksucking."

Sarah and Daria were now watching us. Sarah wanted to get Roxanne's cock in her pussy, now magnificently wet thanks to Daria. Positions changed and she was soon lowering herself onto Roxanne's trans cock. To complete the sex chain Daria arranged herself so that Jenson could eat her pussy.

This lineup continued for some time, everyone enjoying the stimulation, but being held back from actual orgasm. Finally, Daria pulled away and said, "We need some more actual fucking in here!"

Everyone agreed. Sarah and Daria agreed to be first. Jenson fucking my wife while I fucked Sarah. Daria went for missionary while I was interested in cowgirl with Sarah. I wanted access to those sweet breasts.

Jenson was pumping away at Daria's pussy like it had been a year since he'd been in one. Maybe it had. In any event, his huge cock was hitting much more than the usual spots.

I lay on the bed and Sarah climbed aboard. She lowered her bushy muff onto my tool slowly. I could feel every pubic hair, it seemed. As her exceptionally warm pussy engulfed my hardness, I found a pink nipple and began a lustful suckling.

Roxanne was watching Sarah ride me. I could tell by the way she was stroking her cock that an idea was forming. She reached into my open suitcase and found my cherry flavored lube.

I looked at Sarah. "Ever been double penetrated?"

She stopped humping me for a moment. "No, why?"

"Interested?" I asked.

"A bit. But..." At that moment she felt the tip of Roxanne's cock touch her asshole. She looked back and said, "Oh, I see. Alright then. Bring it on, but go slow, please."

"Slow like molasses, baby," said Roxanne. She pushed the head of her cock into that tight ring with precision. I could feel it enter from my place in Sarah's other hole. I held her in my arms and kissed her neck, trying to help her through the pain. Eventually it eased, and with a sigh she began to enjoy this trans cock up her ass.

Daria was getting every inch of Jenson's cock and looking at me fucking her friend. I reached out to touch her face and she sucked my fingers instead. Not what was intended, but welcome all the same.

After Roxanne had completed her anal intrusion, she and I began a synchronized motion. As she pushed into Sarah, I would pull out. As she pulled out, I would sink in. We locked eyes and almost telepathically kept the rhythm going. Sarah was going insane.

I'd truly never seen a woman so consumed by ecstasy as Sarah. The sensations assaulting her body must have been completely alien to her. I have only been able to have my ass fucked, but the two dicks seemed to be breaking her mind. She was riding us like she was possessed. Her shoulder length blonde hair, now well dried out from swimming, was being thrown left and right and back. Her tits were virtually beating my head with her thrashing.

Daria was noticing, too. The display was so outrageous that it had broken the spell cast by Jenson's penis. She just stared at her friend. "Holy shit." She whispered.

I could take no more. I let out a profound "Oh god, oh god, oh god!" And let fly with an impressive climax. Roxanne was only moments behind but simply issued a grunt and a moan. Sarah finished the combo by screaming quite loud and clamping down on both cocks. She seemed to be coming for almost a minute.

Jenson had not been watching, but it seemed our audio outbursts had sent him over the edge. He yelled something I couldn't understand and froze mid thrust. His legs began to shake and I knew he was making a night deposit in Daria's vault.

Everyone disentangled and Daria was left there with a dissatisfied look on her face. I knew my wife had not climaxed. I immediately went to work. I licked up one labia and down the other. And back. I sucked those nether lips and sent my tongue into her.

She was leaking Jenson's cum but I didn't mind. I licked that out and gulped it down. I sent my tongue to her clit and made circles around it before sucking it. At first gently, then with more force. Then I sucked and licked. Flicking my tongue across her bud like I was turning a light switch on and off.

I was having the desired effect. Daria was twisting and bucking against my face. Moaning "Oh yes!" over and over. With no warning she let loose with a stream of urine right in my face. She'd done it before so I wasn't surprised. I knew it was sometimes part of her orgasm. Sure enough, she came right after, grabbing my head with her hands and squeezing it with her thighs.

"Oh my god, Dave. That was the best ever!"

Everyone heartily agreed. Despite there being five of us, we managed to cuddle up in the king sized bed just fine. Luckily Daria had asked for an early wake up call, so no one missed any panels.