Chapter 1: The Atlanta Group Takes Off

Dave stood at the entrance to the living room in the home of his hosts – Bret and Jean Edwards. The couple were the apparent ring leaders for what had come to be called the Atlanta Group – another, smaller group of like-minded friends that were forming a Circle-like group a few miles southeast of Atlanta. Dave was naked and holding hands with a similarly unclad Jaime Boyle, one of the Atlanta Group members who was married to Jack Wead.

Jaime whispered to him, “God, look at your wife. She is sooooo sexy.” She nodded a few feet away to a couple on one of the mattresses placed on the floor of the room.

Alice lay back in the missionary position as Ed Cray finished off inside her body with a full load after a long and energetic fuck by both of them. Alice fucked back as much as he fucked forward. She had her lithe legs wrapped around him as they moaned through their climaxes. Ed crooned, “God, Alice, I love you. You are one hot babe. Thank you.”

Alice kissed him and drove her tongue into his mouth again. She then told him, “I should be thanking you. You’re a skilled and practiced lover. You showed concern for my pleasure before your own. I consider that a very high calling. Great orgasms!”

“I’m going to miss you after you leave tomorrow.”

Alice rolled her eyes, “It’ll take us all day to get home to Sarasota. I love riding on the bike, but all day gets to my backside. I’ll be numb from the waist down by the time we get home.”

“I thought you had a jet?”

“We do, but Motorcycle Man wanted a long trip for the long weekend, and I volunteered. Next time, I’ll fly.” She pointed to her husband as he grinned at her compromised position.

Motorcycle Man was Alice’s husband – Dave Prentiss. For his previous birthday his ten wives had gotten him THE motorcycle that had appeared in the movie Road Trip that one wife, Scarlett Johansson, had starred in. Another wife Cricket had written the book the movie was based on. The bike was a 1988 Harley Davidson Heritage Softail. To Dave, there couldn’t have been a more precious motorcycle or vehicle ... except for maybe his Cessna Citation.

Jamie knelt and then started to fellate Dave only a few feet from Alice and Ed. They watched with great interest at her technique. She was one of the few that could inhale every millimeter of a large cock, such as Dave’s, continue to breath and make little loving noises that were almost intelligible despite a large cock down her throat. She dazzled him, and when she pulled off of his renewed shaft, the meat stick wavered in her hand right in front of her face.

Jamie moved her body forward and impaled herself on Dave’s cock, sliding slowly down the wet shaft and moaning in some ethereal satisfaction every bit of the way, until she ground her body into his, leaving no doubt about his deep penetration and her desire to rub her clit against his groin. She mewled in satisfaction.

As Jamie and Dave had merged their bodies together, Alice and Ed slowly separated, leaving Alice well exposed to the sudden cool air in the air-conditioned room. In an instant Julie was on her sister, sucking up the excess cum leaking from her pussy. Julie made a humming sound as she vacuumed up the fluids from Alice, even bringing a further small orgasm to her target.

Jamie gasped and nodded at Julie, “Is she always like that? Since Owen and Julie started living with us, she seems to do that a lot.”

Dave chuckled, “She is exactly like that. Julie started doing that to any of us that had just had sex. She tells us she loves the taste, texture, aroma, temperature, and everything else you can think of about a fresh injection of cum into a pussy. She wants it. She’s a self-described nymphomaniac cum-slut, and she doesn’t consider any of that derogatory.”

As Jaime rose and fell slowly on Dave’s upright rod, she told him, “The first time she did it to me, I was astounded. I’d just fucked Owen. I didn’t think I was even multi-orgasmic at that point. She proved me wrong. She munched away at my pussy for a long time – probably half an hour, and brought me to four more orgasms, some of them earth-shattering. If I didn’t enjoy making love with a woman before that night, I sure did afterwards.”

Dave smiled, “She does like to get those kinds of results.”

“You do, too. That first time you gave me The Experience, I really thought you’d killed me and I’d gone to heaven. I’ve never had that kind of pleasure. The rapture had arrived, and I’m not religious. That was a phenomenal experience, and then you brought me three more orgasms when we did this a few more times. I really do love you; you know.”

“And I love you, Jamie.”

“Not that I’m into quantity and not quality, but you’re about to give me ... another ... one ... Oh, fuck, that feels sooooo good.” Jamie’s whole body shook and then she shuddered and again fell into Dave’s open arms.

Alice was getting a lot of ogles from motorists that passed by the motorcycle on the Interstate highway. What caught their attention as they approached the bike in the passing lane on Interstate 75 were her hot-looking bare legs. Alice’s legs were straight and slender and with that sexy flare to her calf, and despite wearing her riding boots and sitting with them on the passenger pegs with them sliding up behind Dave’s legs, they looked sexy.

The small amount of luggage they carried behind Alice hid part of her ass, but enough showed to make checking out her derriere worthwhile.

Alice was bare in her midsection and she wore a halter top that snugged in nicely around her firm breasts and because of the cooling effect of the air around her body, left her nipples standing visibly erect to observers lucky enough to look over at her at just the right moment as they passed by the motorcycle.

Alice wore her fancy helmet with decal silhouette of a couple fucking on each side. A single braid of the long blonde hair hung out from behind the head protection, clearly showing that it was a real ‘Babe’ on the back of the Harley. A damn ‘hot’ one.

Dave was wearing his helmet, boots, jeans, and a black t-shirt from an Ashley Steerman concert. He cruised along right at seventy miles per hour on the Interstate. Faster and the wind would buffet the two of them almost forcing them to slow down. Slower and too many cars started to pass them, often causing some kind of bottleneck in front of them that Dave didn’t care for.

Both Dave and Alice’s helmets had two-way radios in them that connected them to each other so they didn’t have to yell to talk to each other. The headphones also cancelled out much of the wind and road noise, leaving them not feeling an auditory assault from the noisy environment of the wind and machine noise.

Dave’s first stop was to refuel and take a break at the exits for Moultrie, Georgia. After filling the bike, they got cups of coffee and sat at a weathered picnic table beside the nearly defunct gas station stretching their legs.

Alice teased, “How much longer daddy?”

Dave chuckled, “This stop is probably about a third of the way to Sarasota – maybe a little less. We’re making good time and the weather looks ideal. Do you need more sunscreen?”

After another layer of suntan lotion, the pair mounted up and continued south on the Interstate. Shortly after Valdosta they crossed the border into Florida. A sign alerted them that they were 270 miles to Tampa. They stopped for an early lunch in Lake City, Florida, sampling the fine dining at a Wendy’s fast food outlet after gassing up the bike. They stopped again in Ocala for something to drink, and then pushed to make it home.

Dave and Alice pulled into the Circle compound about four p.m. on Monday afternoon. The Monday was a holiday, so most people in the Circle were milling around on the patio. There was some nudity and many women were wearing monokinis. Couples periodically slunk away for some loving.

Both Alice and Dave stripped off their boots and other clothing and fell into the pool and just floated for a few minutes as they talked to some of their friends along the side about their 450-mile trip from just north of Macon, Ga. After the pool, they both sat in the spa with the jets hitting aching muscles and sore spots.

Dave speculated, “That was a good lesson in trip planning. From now on, I should plan for six-hour days and nothing longer. I was ready to give it up in Ocala. My butt won’t fully recover until next Friday.”

Alice moaned, “I’m cooked until next year.”

Tatiana had accompanied them to the spa carrying her eight-month-old baby on her hip. Wade cooed and made vocalizations matching his mother’s as she talked to Dave. She asked in a serious tone, “But the rest of your equipment is functioning in an acceptable manner?”

Dave laughed at her concern. “Yes, my darling little Russian. My love machine is just fine. Are you ready for another baby?”

Tatiana looked relieved but replied, “Not quite yet, but that day may come. Wade is proving to be a handful and I’m not sure I could handle two.”

Dave asked her, “What happened for the five days we were away?”

Tatiana shook her head. “Not much. It was a quiet weekend, and days were consumed with Wade and keeping him happy. Friday and Saturday nights were very nice – and last night, too. I had a busy social schedule.”

Dave teased, “Oh, you got laid a lot?”

Tatiana blushed. “If you must know, yes, I was promissory.”

Dave looked puzzled for a moment. “Do you mean promiscuous?”

“Yes, that is word I meant. I was slutty and I fuck many men. They give me many orgasms, fill my pussy with their man juice, and love me much – in one case, two men at one time. I liked that. I very full of cum all the time you away. Before you ask, they included Ken, Paul, Nathan, Ron, Tony, Jace, and Ben. I have date with young Luke tonight and he may bring friend who has clean bill of health.”

Dave just nodded, “You were busy, and it sounds like you will have a nice evening.”

“You were probably busy with girls in Atlanta, no?”

“Yes, I was busy. Over the five nights we were there I managed to sleep with each of the women – all twelve of them.”

Tatiana laughed and teased in her cute Russian accent, “Except, you not sleep. You make love to them, I know. You leave them with nicely sore pussies and in love with you.”

Dave shrugged. “I do what I do. They all seemed to like it. They’re all very nice. I kind of wish all of them could be here at one time for a few days so we could all get to meet them. Maybe in the summer we can get something like that to happen.”

Dave pushed his question again, “So, did anything else happen?”

“Not to me, but Wendy told several of us that she got another peculiar telephone call about Dev. She was upset, but happy to hear he was all right. The caller told her he was on a long mission, had gone under cover, and was physically all right. He assured her that Devlin had been in situations like this before, and all worked out acceptably. That was about all that was said, and the man ended the call.”

Dave tucked that away, and made a promise to himself to console Wendy when he had the opportunity. She knew her husband lived a life full of intrigue and clandestine and dangerous missions, but even she knew little of the details. This wasn’t the first time she’d been left alone for a long time.

Tatiana shrugged after that indicating that her ‘report’ to her husband was complete. Dave kissed her and she scampered off towards the house jostling a happy baby.

The following Saturday Dave was reading on the patio when a slightly panicked Emma raced up to him. She was clad in the standard Circle weekend monokini, and looked absolutely beautiful.

As she approached, he could hear her muttering, “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” repeatedly. She stopped in front of him and changed her mantra to one word, “HELP!” She stated the plea loudly, but only Dave seemed go hear her.

Emma had long luxurious blonde hair to her waist, and cute little perky breasts that kind of showed through the hair in a sexy way when she had long trails of her hair over her shoulder cascading down her front. She was wearing a thong that left little to the imagination, except that the tuft of pubic hair she carried was slightly darker than her long tresses.

Dave put his hand out to her, “What’s wrong, honey?”

Emma rolled her eyes heavenward, “My parents are coming – today. Now. Any minute. They called me five minutes ago and they were on the Tampa Expressway or something like that.”

Dave advised, “You have about a half-hour before they arrive.”

“What should I do? They don’t know anything about the Circle or my lifestyle or anything? They want to see where I’m living.”

“Where are you living?” Dave asked.

“I moved in with Cord and the twins, and, of course, he had to drive up and see his parents today outside of Winter Haven. He won’t be back until tomorrow. I had Larry in my bed last night, but he’s already gone.”